#you looked at the man's section and they had countless options for pants that were about mid-thigh length and loose enough

[newtness532]

why are all working out outfits for women so tight and short and expensive? why cant i workout without everyone being able to see my butt?

[captainjimothycarter]

So silly image of sorts based on cousins, but Peggy and Steve vs other parents regarding their kid because their kid takes after serumed daddy and is big for his age. Someone giving them shit for being terrible parents cause their 'obviously' pre-school aged child is throwing a fit and the snap back that the kid is a year, 18 months, not pre-school don't expect a big kid just because he's tall/broad for his age, he's still a baby etc.

Okay maybe less funny but over protective Steve really wanted to showcase himself.

--

They knew that there was going to be problems down the road with Steve having the serum and he and Peggy trying for kids.

Howard had given his own input or two and it was nothing more than, “We simply don’t know what will happen, kid. It’s all guessing games. Peggy’s pregnancy could either be completely normal six, seven, eighteen months or she could have the kid in six and the kid be fine or worst.”

Peggy’s lips pursed slightly, taking Steve’s hand into her own. Their wedding bands gently brushed one another as she did. “First off, do you not know how long a woman is pregnant for, Howard? Nine months! Nine months. How…” She pinched the bridge of her nose and waved off anything he said in explanation.

“Second,” she continued with a huff. “What do you mean worse?”

Here now, Howard looked sheepish, more so for the worse than the lack of knowing how long a woman was pregnant for. “Well...when we first met Steve he did have that laundry list of problems and-”

“You mean our kid could be like how I was?” Steve interjected, interrupting an annoyed-looking Howard. “They could-could-”

“Hold up, before you start spiraling, Stevie.” Howard’s hands flew up, raised to defend himself and stop Steve from starting to panic. “I said could. If. Maybe. It’s a possibility, a slight possibility that we have to consider, even if I don’t think it’s possible. That serum coursing through your veins rewrites DNA. Genetics. Your little kid is more likely to have that serum than to have any laundry list of your problem.”

But it was still something they had to think about and Steve was struggling to wrap his mind around that.

All through Peggy’s pregnancy, that problem remained in the back of his head. It was a possibility. No matter how much he tried to reassure himself with the countless doctors and even Howard saying that Peggy was doing outstanding for her pregnancy, how big the baby was, and what naught.

It was still there, no matter how much he tried to drown it with optimistic thoughts.

It wasn’t until Chester Micheal Carter-Rogers was born at ten pounds and nine ounces, twenty-five inches in length did Steve breathe a sigh of relief. Even if Chest was three weeks early and Peggy had to have a c-section.

Peggy and baby were both fine and Steve was grateful, so, so, so grateful.

That’s when the problems began to show how it would be to raise a child with the serum. How much of the serum and if they’d later possess super-human strength, no one was sure. Not even Howard. It was all development.

At three months, Chester was already sitting up on his own and responding to his name with a toothless smile. At five months, he was holding his own bottle and loving to play with his parents. At six months, started the teething.

“Well, at least he doesn’t have your strength,” Peggy tried to joke as Chester chewed on the slushy-texture pacifier. “Else he would’ve bitten my nipple straight off with those three teeth halfway coming in. If he bites my nipple, we’re having a problem, mister.”

Chester just giggled at his mama’s finger and gripped at it, making Steve give that half-smile of relief.

Chester was eight months before he said his first word, “Broom!”

Steve dropped the broom he was holding, looking down at the heavy boy strapped to his chest. He’d dropped a glass earlier and was trying to clean it up, having strapped his baby boy to him so he wasn’t hurt. “Did you just…?”

Chester grinned a whole eight teeth in his mouth now. “Broom! Broom!”

“You just…” Steve swallowed, feeling faint and overwhelmed with pride as he picked the boy up and hugged him. “You spoke!”

It was near the year mark did Howard point something out over dinner. “You know...Chester has never been sick.”

Peggy shared a look with Steve, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth. Steve lowered his fork and looked at their baby that he was feeding mashed-up food. “That’s true,” she said carefully after a moment of thought. “Not even a fever, a cold. I wasn’t sickly as a child but I had my fair share of colds as an infant and Lord knows you did too, Steve.”

“I think it’s safe to confirm that Chester has Steve’s serum,” Howard mused as if no one had already thought about that. “Good for him.”

--

Other parents started to notice the developments too during their daddy and me! classes. There were some snide remarks on how big their boy was for a one-year-old.

“Thirty-two pounds!” Gretta hissed, glaring at where Steve was showing Chester and the other kids how to blow bubbles. “He said Chester is thirty-two pounds and thirty-five inches! Can you believe that? Look at how big he is!”

Steve huffed in annoyance and tried not to let the other gossip get to him. It wasn’t until Peggy stormed home one day after a grocery trip with Chester, the little boy sniffling like he’d been crying did it hit him how rude the other parents were.

“I ran into our darling neighbor today,” she noted, slamming the eggs down on the counter.

Steve flinched and hope they weren’t broken as he finished buttoning up Chester’s pants after he’d taken him to the bathroom. “Darling,” he warned, knowing how sensitive Chester was to emotions. “Which neighbor?”

“Oh, the wonderful and perfect Kelly and her perfectly normal daughter Jackie. Don’t you know how perfect they are?”

Steve watched as she half-aggressively put up the groceries, only stopping her when she almost dropped the barely-survived eggs. “Peggy,” he breathed, cupping her jawline. “What did they say?”

“Chester went to hug Jackie as normal - he’s fascinated with other kids and you know him, doesn’t know his own strength, and is just getting the hang of walking right. He fell into Jackie and pushed them both down and Kelly acted like he had punched her daughter. She told me to keep my monster of a child away from her and her family. I told her then she needs to keep her husband home and away from his mistress on business trips.”

Steve’s lips pursed and looked over to Chester playing with his blocks, sighing. Yeah, he got that. The neighbors were not the most polite about Chester’s rapid growth. It’s not like they could say he was Captain America and Chester had some percentage of the super-soldier serum.

“Well, maybe she’ll learn to keep her mouth shut,” he grunted, taking the eggs from her to safely put in the fridge.

--

In the two months since that incident, Chester was speaking more, learning new words every day. He was even speaking full sentences and could name objects. Now he was walking by himself, kicking a ball back and forth, and even sang songs.

Unfortunately, that meant that Peggy had, of course, taught their son The Man With The Plan.

Right now, none of that mattered. Not when Chester, his beautiful son with his downy soft blonde hair, and hazel eyes, was screaming in the buggy. Not that Steve blamed his son, really. The kid was hot and icky and tired and after several boosters from the doctor, he wouldn’t want to be in public either.

But grocery trips had to be had.

And it didn’t help that Kelly shouldered by them, dragging her daughter and loudly stating that Jackie wasn’t allowed to hug Chester or even look at him.

Now how do you explain that to a child who’s already in a bad mood? You don’t.

Steve had given up on comforting Chester beyond rubbing his back and whispering to him as he looked at the options of oatmeal. He was still sniffling and hiccuping loudly and screaming every so often, even if Kelly had insisted on staying on the aisle with them.

“If that was my daughter,” she droned on without anyone asking her, “I would’ve taught her right and told her tantrums to get you nowhere, especially at that age.”

“And what age might that be?” Steve challenged, standing up and laying a hand on the cart. Chester’s little fingers wrapped around his middle finger to try to suckle on. Poor buddy. Still had that tooth coming in.

“Four, isn’t he?”

Steve just blinked at her, scooping Chester up to try to ground him. God, he wishes Peggy was here. She wouldn’t keep her temper in check as much as he was, but her comfort was greatly needed.

“You know damn well that our kids were born the same year, just months apart, and your daughter, who’s now pulling open the boxes of grits, by the way, is three months older than Chest. And by the way, Kelly, Chest is only eighteen months old! He’s just big for his age and upset because you’re a terrible mother who insists that our kids can’t play together.”

“Well-well-” Kelly stomped to her child and ripped the box from her hand, jerking her up. “He’s too big! He’ll hurt her! He’s nothing but a m-”

Steve didn’t feel his feet moving him until he was in front of the woman about to call his child a monster. He cradled Chester closer to him and glared down at her.

“Finish that sentence, I dare you. You and I both know damn well that Paul isn’t the father of your child and unless you want him to know…” The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he stepped back fixed Chester in his arms. “Come on, Chest. I know mommy is waiting for us at the house. Are you ready for our big move, huh? Away from judgemental neighbors who can’t keep themselves in check, yeah? We’ll find new friends for you to play with who don’t mind how big you are. Yeah, we will!”

--

It might’ve taken two months from moving from Brooklyn to DC and to finally get their house in order but Chester was a lot happier here.

More room to play around in, even having three play dates lined up in the last week with new neighbors who didn’t seem to mind their son was a little more advance.

It wasn’t until the four-month mark hit and Peggy came home from a doctor appointment within Shield did Steve feel the familiar dread hit him as she silently handed him a blank envelope.

Two sonograms were laid inside. One labeled baby a and the other baby b.

“Twins,” he breathed, looking over to Chester rolling his ball after the cat. “We’re having...twins.”

Peggy, seeing the familiar look pulled him in for a comforting kiss. “We are, but at least we have practice with Chester. And no judgemental Kelly around here.”

[secondhand-trash]

I’ve Got You Pegged

A/N: The start feels so comedic but it’s just me hiding the fact that I had no clue how pegging works smh much thanks to my girl ronda for her pfp because it inspired me like no other, the artist said don’t repost their work so I’m gonna respect that but it’s @scipiada on twitter, go check it out and you’re welcome huhuhuh

Pairing: Tamaki Keigo x f!reader

Description: It’s pegging, y’all. There's really nothing else I could say about it;)

Warning: nsfw below cut (it’s pure porn with no plot, don’t come for me)

Word count: 1977

Keigo was a wonderful boyfriend, all aspects considered. He was charming, funny, not to mention very easy on the eyes. Despite his constant teasing that you were only in it on his body, you could never quite deny that it was one of his many qualities that made you unable to stay away from him at first.

It was only a bonus that he was very down to experimenting with the more physical pleasures in a relationship. Whatever you dared to bring up, he was down to try it. It was not necessarily the sex itself, more so the fact that you felt so comfortable talking to him about everything and knew that whether he was personally into it or not, there would never be any shaming from him part.

When you even so brought up the concept of pegging, it seemed that he was as buying into the idea as much as you did. There was a lot of teasing from him as usual and you would honestly expect no less but from the way his eyes glimmered and his tone dropped, you knew that you had him hooked. 

See, wonderful. We love a man so secured about his own identity that he had no fear taking a dildo up his ass. Fragile masculinity, take fucking notes.

The only question and the biggest one at that was how because despite your usual love for Keigo’s wings that looked so majestic, those two flaps were not god in the bed room, at all. They were sensitive, which was fun most of the times but one wrong move on the wrong angle with a little bit too much pressure and you would end up having a yelping chicken at your hands. It prohibited all sorts of possibility of him lying on his back for more than 20 minutes, which really wasn’t that much so riding him was not an option, sadly for the both of you. Let’s not even mention that time he got so into it that he accidentally slapped you with his wings. Kinky, but like, ouch?

Keigo would love it if you get rougher with his wings not gonna lie, but those were his money making tools after all and you simply couldn’t risk getting him hurt because imagine all the headlines of how the no 2 hero of Japan injured his back. Not because he got into the wrong position while having sex, I sure hope.

Which was why as turned on as you were with your boyfriend laying naked on his stomach in front of you, you could not help but kill the mood a little with the countless worries swimming in your head.

“Is this comfortable for you?” You asked as you rubbed your hands along his neck down his spine, caressing those soft feathers as it went. You made sure to apply just the right amount of pressure at his shoulders and gently scraped down in between his wings, just the way he liked it. 

Letting out a content hum, his wings spread out further next to his body as he enjoyed the affection you were giving him. “Yeah. You could just get into it, you know? I won’t break.” His voice was muffled by the pillow he was facing down on but you could still hear the faint tease lacing his words. You knew that he had been through much worse and it would be more accurate to say that he was made of steel than the way you treated him like he could shatter under your hands if you were not careful, to which he always made fun of you for.  

But could you stop yourself from treating him like the mortal treasure he was? Probably not, really.

Even now as you had a harness on your waist and Keigo very much so laying there waiting for you to ram into him, some part of you still wanted to take it slow and ease him into it. He had such a long week, you thought to yourself as you pressed down on the knot at his back, kneading it a little and eliciting a delighted coo from your boyfriend. Your other hand went down to his wings and gently scratching at the feathers which stood up immediately at your action.

“You really weren’t kidding when you said this is for me, huh?” He chuckled, letting out a soft whine as your warm hand kneaded at a particularly sore spot at his shoulder. 

You leaned down, the cold plastic connecting to your harness pressing up his back as you did so when the hand that was previous at his wings travelled down to his ass. He shuddered when you dipped in between his cheeks and traced the puckered hole with a finger. “You’ve worked so hard recently, might as well treat you a little.”

The anticipation sent shivers down his spine as the warmth that was at his back suddenly faltered when you sat back, efficiently straddling his legs to get into a good position for what you were doing next. You started off with one lubed up finger, tentatively sliding into his hole. The reaction from him was instant as his hand immediately gripped onto the sheets at the new feeling of being stretched out. 

“Doing ok, birdie?” You asked when you got two knuckles deep, the other hand placed at the dent of his waist to keep his hips from bucking up. The feathers at his back was starting to ruffle, and you could only imagine how wild they would get once the real thing hits. 

Despite your hold on his back, he reflectively arched off the bed as you added another finger to fill up his tightness even more. As you slowly moved the fingers in and out of him, the previous friction that surrounded your fingers began to loosen up all while his moans and whines got louder. Stroking his hair, you leaned down and whispered in his ear. The lower you bent, the more obvious his heavy breaths were to you and you felt a rush of excitement down to your core at his vulnerable position. “Is this-”

“Yes! Yes I’m feeling fine, can you just get on with it?” He choked out in a soft cry. From your position, you could see how his eyes were pursing together and his brows knitted as he felt the prominent invasion of your hand. You smirked as he let out a breathy gasp when you removed your fingers.

“So whiny,” you teasingly said as you lined the tip of the dildo against his ass and got the reaction you wanted as he hissed,” so impatient.”

His wings reacted faster than its owner as the red feathers stood up immediately the moment you started sliding inside of him with a slow motion of your hips. Keigo’s knuckles turned white as he held onto the corner of the pillow case while adjusting to the initial discomfort only to feel an odd hollowness when you stayed still to let him get used to the girth and length of the dildo. Always a man of action, the first bucking of his hips that made it went further into him was the sign you needed to keep going. As you slowly started thrusting inside of him, tears started to form at the corner of his eyes. Overwhelmed by the foreign sensation of pain mixed with pleasure, the moans that he never bothered to hold back in the first place got even louder and resembled that of a mewl when the feeling of the plastic against his untouched walls clouded his mind.

“Fuck! Go faster, please...” 

You gladly obliged as you picked up the tempo of your movements. While you were penetrating him from behind, the sheets rubbing at his cock only added to the pleasure as he unintentionally humped against the bed with each thrust of your hips. The feeling of you hitting his prostate, the friction on his cock from the soft sheets, your hand at the side of his face as you leaned down to whisper that he was doing so good taking everything you gave him, it was all too much for him as the pleasure made his head hazy. 

“You look so good sprawled under me like this,” you said as you started to pant from your own wild movements and the effect this sight unfolding in front of your eyes had on you. “so good taking my strap.”

From where you were, you could see the constant struggle between his own restraint to stay put together and the physical reaction of his wings flapping from the pleasure. Each feather seemed to be shaking as the tips of those glorious wings twitched, lifting off the bed at some moments only to be slammed down once again under their owner’s last bit of will power.

It was rare that you get to see so much of him and caress him to your liking, normally it was you underneath him moaning and begging for release as his calloused hands teased each and every curve of your body until you were a stuttering mess. While he was crying out for more, your hands roamed across his muscular back and gave each tensed up section the loving it deserved. It was a crime on your part that you never gave him ass much attention. Cupping the tender flesh, you parted the cheeks before giving it a sudden slap, eliciting a loud groan from the man both from the ache and the way you could reached into even deeper parts of him if it was possible. 

The fluttering of his wings and the sinful sounds he was making had you dripping in your own arousal. Now you got why he was so into this, knowing that you were the reason why the other person was a drooling, moaning mess did give you a dose of power you never knew you needed.

“I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna cum!”

Keigo panted as he felt his fingers went numb from how he was clutching so desperately at whatever his hands could reach. The irregular bucks of his hips got weak as his release approached and with one final thrust from you that pushed him down to the mattress and gave him the friction he needed, the sticky white substances stained the fabric beneath him and the warmth spread all across his belly.

Still shaking from his high, he choked out a gasp as he felt the sudden emptiness from his backside when you removed the strap. Biting back a grin as you undid the buckles of your harness, you rolled onto your side next to him on the bed to catch the erotic sight of your boyfriend’s flushed face. The trails of tears on his face and drool at the corner of his lips were the evidence of what you just did to him and to say that it didn’t made your cunt twitch would be a lie.

“Had fun?” You chuckled as he pulled you closer with an extended arm and covered you with his wing. Hearing the soft hum of approval from him, you gently soothed out the tangled up hair at the side of his face when he buried it at the crook of your neck. 

“Sure.” he sounded tired and if it wasn’t for his hand that went down your back and the finger that was tracing against your sopping folds, you would have thought that this was it for your session of the day. Your breath hitched at the back of your throat when one of his lean fingers easily slid into your slit and the moment it arched, you could not help but moaned.

“But what kind of boyfriend would I be if I keep all the fun to myself?”

[siempre-pedro]

Spanish Study Methods

Pedro Pascal x Reader College AU! SMUT

Summary: It’s midterms and like everyone else you’re cramming in the library. Pedro, the kind boyfriend that he is offers to help you study... in the back of the library with his hands all over you. 

Warnings:  SMUT. 

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I’m a slut for this man and college au’s what more can I say! My Spanish skills are at like a 1 don’t roast me. Also had a dream about this so there’s that. 

Strong coffee flowed through your veins, proven by how fast your pink highlighter was tapping on your open Spanish textbook. Your hair was a mess and face red from the frustration at the words in front of you. 6 weeks of your Spanish 1 class and you felt like you learned nothing, with your midterm in 2 days cramming in the NYU library was your only option.

Glancing up with tired eyes you spot Pedro talking to one of the volunteer librarians, you perked up knowing that he could help you with the language “Pedro!” you shouted in a hushed tone. The man looked in your direction and took out one of his earbuds, making his way over to your table. “¿Qué onda?” he asks cooly, sitting across from you. What the fuck did he just say? Pedro chuckles and leans back in the chair “What’s up?” he translates.

“I need your help,” you plead. “My exam is in 2 days and I forgot everything,” you shove the textbook in his direction and he looks down, shaking his head.

“It’s Spanish,” he remarks with a knowing smirk.

“I know that dipshit,” you groan, “please help me Pedro.”

“You know if you weren’t going out with that theatre guy every night you might get shit done.” Your eyes lower in frustration and toss your pen to the side, topping it off with a kick to his shin. “That’s you,” you whine. “Please.”

Feeling the satisfaction Pedro grins and takes the text book in his hands, flipping back to the first page “Te ves estresada,” he notices, looking at you sympathetically. You took a moment to pick out the phrase. “I feel stressed,” you answer slowly, every word coming out like a question.

An idea sparks inside the Chilean’s head, it was a win-win situation…you practice for your test and you both get off. The thrill of what he wanted to do was bubbling inside him. Pedro closes the book and takes his foot, running it up to leg until he moved your thighs apart.

“What are you doing?” You ask, sitting up straight. “Ah ah ah, in Spanish,” he taunts.

“Uh… ¿Qué haces?”

“Muy bein, come with me,” he orders, standing up and taking a look at his surroundings. the library was mostly empty, 8:30 on a Tuesday night, 30 minutes before close wasn’t the most lively scene but it did make for a nice quickie in the history section in the back.

You follow behind him, your phone tucked into one of the pockets of your powder blue sundress and a textbook tucked under your arm. Pedro ignored every question and every complaint as he walked towards the back of the building. The farther you got, the fewer people you saw and it really made you wonder when you passed the language section.

“Pedro, why are we here?” you demand. Pedro like before doesn’t answer, instead he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the end of the aisle and pins you against the cold wall “P-Pedro.”

Pedro’s soft lips connect with the side of your neck, his hands holding you in place by your waist. His teeth nibble at your soft skin, quietly letting out a pleased moan "Pedro? What do you call me?" he asks quietly, spreading your legs apart with his jean-clad knee.

Your mouth hangs open slightly, your chest rising "P-Papi," you answer with a hushed moan. Pedro pulls back and grins, one of his hands releasing your waist and connecting it with your jaw. "Papi?" he repeats in a mocking shocked tone "Very naughty, Princesa... don't be so vulgar in a library," he chuckles, trailing his hand from your jaw, down your throat, making it's way to the valley of your breasts and your heart was beating strongly through your chest.

You roll your eyes and run your fingers through his brown hair "Mi Amor," you call him, a smile gracing your lips. That smile turns into a twisted face of pleasure when he touches your clothed core.

"Now. How this is going to work, Princesa is every time you answer correctly I'm going to make you feel so good," he growls, "if you get it wrong... I take one of these books and drop it on the ground. You don't want one of these librarians to find you with my cock inside you, do you?" His eyes look up at you wide and innocent, the man was far, far from innocent. His middle finger stroking along your panties, slowly, almost painful from the anticipation.  

"N-no," you pant.

"Good girl, are you ready?"

"Yes." Pedro frowns and slaps the side of your thigh "Si!" you shriek. He sets the book and study guide against the books on the shelf next to him and starts out nice and easy. You deserve the pleasure after the countless caffeine fueled study sessions.

"Let's start with vocabulary... how do you say focus?"

"Uh....  el enfoque?"

"Very good, Baby." Pedro drops to his knees and nudges your legs apart. A finger slips into your panties and pulls them aside, and with a satisfied moan, he gets close and licks a long stripe up your pussy.

A moan threatens to leave your lips, your eyes flutter upward and your lips slightly part "Pedro," you moan quietly. Pedro pulls back and looks at the study guide.

"La entrada de blog?"

"B-blog entry," you moan, knowing you got it right. He doesn't respond with affirmation that she got it right, but he does take his tongue and slowly starts to lap at your aching clit. "Fuck- Pedro you're so good at this," you whisper, your fingers finding their way to his soft brown hair, pulling him in more.

His warm hands trail up the soft skin of your thighs, tongue flicking your sensitive clit. It felt so good to feel him like this in a risky setting and it made it even more fun that he was on his knees for you. "I-I need more Pedro. Please, Mi Amor. Please," you beg, your breaths becoming shallow. Your boyfriend laughs and pulls away "Ok last one before I turn the page... comprar?"

Fuck. You look up at the ceiling and bit your lip, you had no idea but you went with what it sounded like "to compare." Pedro slowly shakes his head and those innocent eyes lowered. He takes a thick book from off the shelf and slams it on the ground next to you. You jump and pulls his hair to move him away, clenching your legs and lowering your skirt. Pedro laughed and turned his head to make sure no one was coming to find what the noise was. Your eyes flickered rapidly, checking from side to side, the heat o pleasure and embarrassment rising to your cheeks. Once the coast was clear Pedro turns to you "Don't get it wrong, Hermosa. They'll come find us," he taunts before pulling up your dress again. "Tell me you love me."

"Te amo, Pedro," you whisper, "That's not on the study guide."

"I know... I just like to hear you say it," he grumbles before pulling your panties aside and pushing in a finger into your wanting cunt. Your moans was music to his ears and he worked his finger up and down into you nice and slow.

"I'm ready for another," you pant, "I need another finger, p-please!" "Phrases. Today is Saturday."

"Hoy es sábado," you reply correctly, earning her another finger. His pointer and middle finger made a 'come here' motion inside her, brushing against her g-spot.

"Oh fuck. O-oh that feels so good." Your legs began to shake as he moved them faster. Oh God you wanted to cum so bad, the butterflies started to fill your stomach, knowing him, he would stop as soon as told him that you wanted to cum.

"You look tense... are you going to cum for me?" He pouts, his lips forming a small pout.

"Y-yes. I want to c-um...fuck! Pedro please more, more, more," you quietly squeal, your hand reaching down to cover his.

"Yo necesito un telefolo...translate and I'll fuck that pretty pussy of yours," he offered.

"I need a telephone. Now fuck me."

Pedro pulls his fingers out and quickly rises to his feet, taking a look around before his eyes lock onto your red cheeks. He chuckles lowly a takes his wet fingers and presses them to your lips "Chupar," he commands. Your lips part and allow him to fuck your mouth with your fingers like he said to do.

"Fuck, Y/N," he growls. He took his free hand and pulled out another book, a thin paperback one that looked brand new. New in the history section? It made you laugh. He slams the book, making a louder sound than you thought on the ground and you push him away.

"You didn't ask me anything," you gasp. The man chuckles and cups your breast, leaning in to place a sloppy kiss on your lips. If Pedro knew anything it was how to kiss, one kiss like the one he just gave you and you were putty in his hands. You pressed the bulge in his jeans  

"That one was just for fun," he tells you before turning you to the side. Though the books to you could see the librarians station in the distance. The girl sat with her nose in a book, completely unaware. Or so you thought until Pedro dropped another book on the ground. The smack was so loud the librarian looked up from her book and looked around her. You gasp and duck your head, blending in with the books.

Pero snickers and takes a fistful of your hair, pulling you up "Should we continue?" You moan and do your best to nod through the tight grip he had on your hair.

"¿Qué te gusta leer?"

"Do you like to read?"

"No, I'd rather fuck you in a library than read," he jokes, unbuckling his belt and letting his hard cock free. He moans at the relief and bends you over, gripping the soft flesh of your ass "Fuck. So pretty, and all mine." The tip of his cock slowly began to push inside you, and your pussy stretched around him nicely. The slight pain of his girth made you wince, an uncomfortable groan reaching his ears "¿Estás bien?"

"Si," you groan.

He lovingly rubbed your back, his cock now fully settled inside you. His moans made you smile, they were so...pretty.  "You feel so good," he moans.

"Move. Please I-I need it."

Pedro tsk's and looks down at the study guide "¿Qué hora tienes?"

"What time is it?" You answer, pushing back on his dick. He grips your hips tightly, slowly rocking his hips. "Mas. Mas, Pedro," you whisper desperately.

"Patience, Hermosa. We've got a couple of minutes before this place closes. How do say you say...f-fuck- God you feel so good," his sentence is cut off by a low growl when you clenched around his length. He couldn't resist going a little faster to build his orgasm. You smile in pride and turn to look at his pleasure etched expression. His hair pushed back and tiny beads of sweat forming at the top of his forehead. He looked so sexy like this, a blush on his cheeks and that vein in his neck popping.

"Fuck the study guide, Pedro! I want to cum," you tell him sternly. He obliges and speeds up his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping threatening to alert someone.

You moan breathlessly and let your fingernails claw at the cold metal of the bookshelf "You feel so good. O-ohh-oh fuck me, Pedro." The pads of his fingers dig into your flesh, you were bound to let small round bruises in the morning. But fuck you wanted them! Every time he left bruises after sex he made sure to kiss them in the morning and tell you he was sorry.

One of his hands snake up her chest, they were so smooth, you noticed as his large hand grips your throat. Pulling you up, your back connects with his chest. His small grunts and growls flooding your ears, you reach down to touch your clit and rub it quickly, his noises alone could make you cum.

He finds your lips and captures them with his, a sloppy dominating kiss. The position made the tip of his cock tough the right place inside you. Letting out a small gasp you whisper to him "Right there, Pedro. Right there. I-I'm going to cum."

"Cum on my cock, Princesa. Don't let them hear you." The pleasure pooled in your core, swirling around your clit until your legs went weak. A quiet, erotic moan left your lips as your orgasm washed over you. Exhausted you lean forward...too forward. Your hand extends and knocks several books off the shelf. Your wide eyes flash up to the librarian who was putting her book down to come investigate.

Pushing Pedro away you started breathing heavily "She's coming!" you tell him panicked. Pedro quickly pulled out and fumbled with his pants. There was no escape, she would catch you two as you tried to make a run for it. " Mi Amor," he calls, tossing a book in your direction. You catch it and sat down, nice and innocent of the floor, opening the book in the center. Quickly fixing your hair and wiping the sweat off of you while Pedro opened a book and leaned against the shelf, crossing his legs in such a way the obvious bulge couldn't be seen.

"Are you two ok?" The librarian asks with concern as she stood at the entrance of the aisle. Pedro looks up from his book in mock shock, he laughs and looks at the hole of missing books.

"We're fine," he says casually "I didn't want to put the book down it was really interesting. We'll pick those up and be on our way." That charming bastard.

You look at him with a knowing smile and turned the page. The librarian pushed her glasses higher on her nose and nodded her head "Have a goodnight, kids."

"We will. Thank you, Ma'am," Pedro closes the book and puts it back on the shelf, grabbing your textbook and study guide when she walked away. You stand up and put your book next to the one he put away. You lean in and press your bodies together, pouting at him.

"Do you think I'll pass?" you ask.

"Of course, your Spanish is awful but this shit's easy."

You snort "Helpful," you respond sarcastically.

"You did fine, Y/N. How about we go home and finish what we started?" He lowers his head and kisses you softly on the lips.

"The sex or studying?" you ask as you pull away.

He rolls his eyes and starts to walk away, putting his arm around you to make you go with him "Sex of course."

[admiralty-xfd]

This is chapter 7, to start at the beginning go here on A03 because linking Tumblr posts is getting difficult and I may be quarantined at home but I’m also lazy AF. Thanks for reading!

Scully didn’t really want to go over to Mulder’s after the incident in the elevator. It wasn’t that she was upset with him, or even angry at men in general. It was because she wasn’t sure how to behave.

She didn’t want to let this bother her as much as it did, but she couldn’t get the image out of her head of that man leering at her, whoever he was, presumably having either seen the videotape or heard about it. The guy was an asshole, plain and simple. But her concerns had been valid; this thing had been released into the Hoover Building like a virus, and it would spread and spread and spread until she became some person to everyone that she was not.

In any event, as much as she enjoyed proving herself correct, this was one situation in which she had no desire to.

Mulder welcomed her in, happy to see her. He poured her wine and rubbed her feet. She had the distinct impression he was trying to distract her from what had happened in Skinner’s office by being the perfect boyfriend, and she wished she was in a mood to enjoy it but she just wasn’t. He could tell.

“Scully, are you okay?” he asked her. “You’ve seemed off all night. Is this about what happened in Skinner’s office?”

He looked so concerned she almost told him about the elevator incident, but she stopped herself, perhaps out of embarrassment, perhaps out of shame. Maybe she just didn’t want his predictable protective streak to flare up. She knew what would happen next. Mulder would ask who the guy was, and when she told him she didn’t know, he’d make it his new quest to find him and beat the ever-loving shit out of him.

She didn’t want that at all. That would only draw attention to their escalating dilemma. Besides, she never wanted him to feel like he had to save her. She was no damsel in distress. She was Dana Scully.

“I’m fine,” she said, which she really should’ve known better than to say. Mulder was well aware that was code for I’m not fine.

“It’s gonna be okay, you know?” he tried to assure her. “This will all be forgotten by Monday.”

It wouldn’t, and she knew this better than Mulder ever could. His utter ignorance and helplessness broke her heart a little. But his intentions were pure, and he was trying.

“You’re right,” she said reluctantly, something she never said to Mulder when he wasn’t.

He lifted his hand to move the hair out of her face in that delicate way of his, and she smiled. “You’re really sweet, you know that?” she said. “I had no idea.”

He shrugged. “You bring it out in me.” They were quiet for a moment, just looking at each other.

“Hey Scully,” he said, breaking the silence. “You wanna go steady?”

She burst out laughing, the moment so welcomed. Her hand went to his cheek. She couldn’t love him more if she tried. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“With me, is the catch,” he grinned.

“Still yes.”

He smiled, and in his eyes she saw the hope she’d grown so fond of seeing there. It was another huge step for them, a moment that meant something. She closed her eyes and sighed, living in that moment. Maybe she couldn’t ever fully satisfy him, not really. But he still wanted to be with her. Maybe for now, it was enough.

He moved to kiss her and she flinched, just a bit, but enough for him to notice. What was that about? She wanted him to kiss her, so why was she reacting this way?

“Is this not okay?” he asked softly. She loved him so much: his tenderness, his attentiveness. She wished she’d noticed it much sooner.

“No, it’s okay,” she said. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him close, trying to focus. This is Mulder, it’s just Mulder, she told herself, and she tried to put the events of the day behind her and give him all the attention he deserved.

He kissed her softly at first, then his passion began to build as he ran his fingers through her hair. He moaned her name into her ear as he sucked on her earlobe, pulling her body into his. She could feel him getting hard against her as he unbuttoned her shirt, and while she wanted to get naked with him she didn’t want to feel vulnerable tonight.

I heard something about you.

She tried to shake off the unwelcome image of the creep in the elevator as she pulled Mulder’s T shirt up and over his head, and started pushing his pants down. She probably did it faster than she should have because he seemed to take it as a sign he wasn’t going fast enough. He scooped her up as he kicked off his pants and carried her to his bed, tossing her down on it and in a quick motion sliding her skirt down and off.

“You’re so sexy,” he mumbled as he threw her legs over his shoulders and began teasing the fabric of her panties with the tip of his tongue. She loved when he went down on her, it was her very favorite thing, but her head ragdolled from side to side in distress as Mulder’s magical tongue was conflated with images of unwanted advances.

I like what I heard.

He slid her panties down her thighs, all the way down and off, spreading her legs and returning to his task. She wanted to tell him to stop, that this was too much right now, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want him to know how much this was bothering her. So she let him finish, or at least think he finished, by faking it.

He wasn’t fooled, however, when he brought his face up next to hers to kiss her, and saw tears welling in her eyes. She’d tried to hold them in, she’d really tried.

“Scully, what’s wrong?”

She shook her head and smiled at him through her tears. She loved him, and that she didn’t have to fake.

“Nothing, Mulder,” she said, and pulled him close to her, kissing him again. “I’m fine.”

She hated lying to him. She never wanted to do it again.

That night, as Mulder slept soundly beside her, she got out of his bed quietly, put her clothes back on in his bathroom, and with one pensive look at her slumbering partner, crept out of his apartment without a sound.

***

When he woke up, she wasn’t in his arms.

The memory of last night came screaming back in snippets, as if he were drunk or had blacked out somehow. But he hadn’t had so much as a sip of the wine he’d poured for Scully, so focused he’d been on making her feel good after what had surely been a tumultuous day for her.

I’m fine, she’d said. He'd known better, even as she’d snuggled up beside him and fallen asleep.

Something was bothering her, and while he wanted to believe it was only the idea of people finding out about them, he couldn’t shake the thought that she was in some way ashamed of him, ashamed of their relationship. That she might decide at any moment none of this was worth it and end things completely.

He got up and looked around for a note or something, some sign she’d had a good reason to leave, and found nothing. His hand involuntarily went to his crotch, which was aching for the release he’d denied himself last night on account of Scully’s comfort.

He jerked off in the shower while picturing her mouth around his cock, and when he got out to towel off he felt like shit. Everything suddenly felt complicated, when surely it didn’t have to be. Scully had never objected to having her mouth around his cock; in fact, he was convinced she quite enjoyed it from the look in her eyes whenever she’d had it there.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, then planted his arms on either side of the sink as he leaned forward to look at himself in the mirror. He was so confused about what this new chapter of his life was shaping out to be. He’d spent over a decade of his life on the X-Files, sacrificed so much for his cause. Scully had sacrificed so much for his cause that it had become her own, and he couldn’t deny his own guilt about that.

He loved the way they worked together, the way she rolled her eyes at his theories but always listened. He loved sneaking around in the dark with her, even before those escapades had any romantic potential. He loved how smart she was; he could never do any of the things he accomplished without her by his side.

He loved having Scully as his partner. But he also loved having her as more.

He’d cordoned off his life surrounding Samantha into sections: the before, the during, the after. It occurred to him that he was doing the same with Scully, only he didn’t want there to be an after when it came to Scully.

He shuddered, the mere thought of moving forward without her making his insides shrivel up like a drying rose petal. He could never, ever let there be an after.

When he got into work that day he arrived at the basement at their usual time, but Scully was nowhere to be found. Typically, he was content to spend all day down here mulling over countless case files, formulating impossible theories. But typically, Scully was down here to listen to him. He tried to call her, twice, to no avail.

He’d suspected something was off last night but now he was concerned something was very wrong. He’d been thinking about what she’d said in their office ever since it had happened. All morning he’d allowed it to work its way into his brain like a splinter, and now he still felt it, a sharp pain at his temple he feared wouldn’t subside.

Restless, he wandered up into the bullpen looking for her. Did she have an appointment at Quantico she’d neglected to tell him about? He tried over and over to come up with an excuse, a reason she’d left that wasn’t the most glaringly obvious one.

He went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, and as he was pouring it he heard some men wander in behind him.

“I asked her out once and she turned me down,” one of the voices said. “I just assumed she was frigid.”

Another man laughed. “I heard she’s a real bitch,” he said. “Maybe getting a little will help in that department.”

“I guess she’s got so few options down there,” a third voice chimed in.

Mulder got a sinking feeling in his gut. Down there. They were talking about Scully.

“Do you think she’d go out with me now? I mean, now that she’s putting out?” All of the men laughed and he heard high fives going around.

Jesus Christ, men are awful, was his first thought. He was embarrassed on behalf of his entire gender.

Part of him wanted to turn around and lay each one of the motherfuckers out. The other part, the one that felt Scully touching his forearm gently with a soft Mulder, no, won out and waited until they left.

For the first time he wondered if this was one of the reasons Scully had waited so many years to make this leap with him. He’d never had the opportunity, or perhaps the inclination, to really put himself in her shoes before. There had been barely a whiff of indiscretion and that’s all it had taken for her house of cards to come crashing down.

She was such a good person, and a great agent. She was smarter than all of those kitchen buffoons put together, and quite honestly, could probably take each one of them down without his help. But none of that mattered anymore.

An image of a holding cell in California entered his mind: the gaggle of cops fawning all over Jade Blue Afterglow. He’d joined in too, for no reason at all, other than a brief moment of male camaraderie. It was so unlike him but still, it had happened. And now it was clear the male agents in this very building were no different.

She wasn’t comfortable at work anymore, and it was because of this; of them, of the change they’d made to themselves. They’d crossed a line when they’d consummated their relationship, a line he couldn’t just step back over even if he wanted to, which he didn’t. That was a big enough deal. But for Scully, it had changed something about her fundamentally, something that bled over into her professional life. And it didn’t matter what they did, how secret their affair was, how few people actually knew the truth, because that something-- like a contagion-- had not only taken root in whoever had heard the rumors: it had taken root inside of her. There was nothing he could do to change that.

He felt like an idiot for doubting her, and as the wheels turned in his mind he could see the pieces of what had occurred last night snap into place, making sense of what was probably going on this morning. Scully, his Scully, hadn’t been in his bed last night, and that scared him. That knowledge, along with this alarming new development of her abandoning him in the middle of the night, was creating unease within him that simmered like a slow cooker.

He wondered how long it would take until his unease ratcheted up to real terror of losing her for good.

***

A few hours had passed with no sign of Scully when he was called, alone, into a meeting with several directors including AD Kersh. Skinner sat in the back of the room looking resigned.

“Have a seat, Agent Mulder,” one of the men said. He did. Mulder looked around the room and tried to recall meeting any one of these nameless men. Other than Skinner and Kersh, he couldn’t.

“I’m sure you’re aware why we’ve called you in today,” a short man with gray hair and glasses said. He shuffled some papers.

Was this about the video? Had he and Scully been outed to the entire FBI?

Mulder shook his head. They’d have to drag it out of him. “Not in the slightest, sir.”

“The bureau has been looking to make some cuts,” the man said. “Audits are scheduled and yours is the first department on the chopping block. It appears the X-Files unit just isn’t financially viable anymore.”

Mulder nodded slowly. He looked around. “And why isn’t my partner here to receive this news with me?”

“You tell us, Agent Mulder. She hasn’t shown up for work today, and isn’t responding to our calls.”

He blinked. It sounded accusatory.

“I don’t know where she is.”

It was the truth, but he didn’t seem to be fooling anyone. “I see,” muttered the man. “You should be aware it’s also been brought to our attention that you and Agent Scully have entered into an inappropriate personal relationship.”

He felt a chill go up his spine. Surely this wasn’t a coincidence. They're splitting us up.

“My personal relationships aren’t the bureau’s business, with all due respect,” he said.

“Yes,” the man said, “they aren’t. At least, they aren’t until they begin to interfere with your work.”

Mulder clenched his jaw, getting more irritated by the second. “How exactly is my personal life interfering with my work on the X-Files?” he asked.

“This is-” the man began to stumble over his words- “merely a financial decision, Agent Mulder.”

Mulder shook his head. “No, you said this was about a personal relationship a second ago,” he pointed out.

“There are many reasons we no longer condone the pursuit of X-File cases,” one of the men sitting behind the gray-haired man said, ostensibly rescuing the other. “Many reasons.”

Mulder suddenly felt ill. If the X-Files were being closed, so be it. But if the X-Files were being closed because of his and Scully’s relationship, that was something he could not tolerate.

“Sounds like there are two,” he said. “I counted two reasons.” He held up two fingers for emphasis. “Please, tell me if I’m getting this wrong.”

He knew it was probably foolish to denigrate the board’s decision this way, but he couldn’t help himself.

The gray-haired man sat forward in his seat, indicated the file on the table next to him. “Agent Mulder,” he said. “Inappropriate work relations aside, your travel expenses alone--”

“If it’s a financial issue, maybe Agent Scully and I could start sharing motel rooms. Solve one of these problems with the other.”

The board was silent. Mulder knew now wasn’t the time for jokes, but the entire situation felt so unfair. Inappropriate work relations? He wanted to scream at them, that he and Scully had maintained appropriate work relations for nearly their entire tenure on the X-Files, to a fault, he now thought, and for what? Only to trip at the finish line? They were being punished for simply following their hearts. And Scully’s punishment would most certainly carry on long after this debacle was over. It felt like everything was getting worse, not better.

The anger that had been brewing since he encountered those assholes in the kitchen started to boil beneath his skin. He could grin and bear it; take whatever crap assignment they put him on, allow Scully to get reassigned as well. Would they even allow him to go back to profiling if he wanted to? This all seemed like an excuse to get rid of him. He could see the writing on the wall.

For some reason his mind flashed to the dead girl in the strip mall, to Samantha, to the millions of faceless women whose voices had been silenced. To Scully, who, through no fault of her own, no longer felt respected or even safe in her own workplace. And this institution-- the one he’d joined as a young man with such optimism and fervor, poured his lifeblood into every single day at the expense of all else-- betraying him. Betraying Scully.

Skinner eyed him curiously from the back of the room. Moving on, he remembered. It’s what Skinner had suggested. Perhaps his boss had known this was coming all along.

“Agent Mulder, we’ve all come to a decision your time on the X-Files has come to a close,” said Kersh, speaking up for the first time. “Finish out the week, and you’ll be reassigned, along with Agent Scully, to separate departments on Monday.”

Mulder knew in this moment he had no more power, no more recourse. He’d lost the X-Files before, twice, but things were different this time.

This time, he had something else to live for.

He thought only of Scully’s face when he let his next words escape.

“Fuck you. All of you.”

Mulder took off his badge, threw it down on the conference table, and set his holster and gun down as well. Then he turned his back on a dozen stunned faces and left the room.

to be continued...

[griffinsandpeacocks]

FORFEIT! Section 5: “Where are your clothes?”(Was posted later than I had meant was supposed to be on the 26th, I had thought it was posted but as it wasn’t till 28th this is a forfeit prompt that I posted anyway, so it’s not in the challenge but too lazy to give it a proper title.)

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

Dorian was rather shocked he and Bull had come this far. From thinly hissed accusations that Bull was going to kill him to this... Sitting on said qunari’s chest looking down at him and pouting that his hands are held. He’d been feeling up his lover and was mildly perturbed he’d been stopped in his tracks.

“I’m either groping your boobs or your dick, so chose!” Dorian chirps and Bull grumbles about to make a remark on Dorian being a peacock or even laugh what was he gonna do about it only for the door to creak and Dorian goes break neck tense magic washing over him and he cloaks and vanishes. Bull would love to see that trick in action but Dorian admits the only way for magic to cloak like this was if the mage stayed perfectly still. Useless on a battle front perfect in a scenario like this. 

“Bull, I - Where are your clothes?” The inquisitor had come to a dead stop blinking like an owl at the nude qunari. He’d been reading something when he’d come in and still held it chest height as the elf blinks at him in shock his face slowly taking on a pink tint. 

“On that chair.” Bull replies tilting his head in the direction of the chair and his clothes, in the far corner. Neatly folded up because Dorian was a menace. Dorian’s own clothes were still on him save his boots which were tucked on the far side of the bed from Lavellan. 

“Okay... Why aren’t you wearing them...? The elf asks next face slowly becoming bright red. Remarkably he keeps a neutral expression though his eyes are blinking like an owl’s. 

“Why didn’t you knock?” Bull asks back grinning as he knows this irks the elf.

“Don’t answer my question with a question, ass.” The elf groused.

“Alright, but if you’d knocked I might still be naked but you’d have gotten a warning.” Bull points out and the elf sighs and looks away and sets the report on the pants.

“Know what? Fuck it, you have fun wanking off or whatever you’re doing some weird Qunari fetish ritual thing, and read that after, I need serious opinions and no one else would be helpful. Sort of... I need an unbiased opinion. I don’t have the option to handle this myself so... yeah. I’ll be in my office, rooms whatever the tower is supposed to be when you get the chance.” He turns and walks out face and ears tinged pink and Bull likes the image. He glances at Where Dorian should be after the door clicks shut and the spell washes away like water as Dorian can’t hold back snickers that quickly turn to laughter. 

“The poor dear..” He chuckles and Bull snorts.

“He’ll be fine, now what was that about my options?” He asks and Dorian focuses like a hawk.

“Oh, I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” He says suddenly affecting an indifferent tone face set in a neutral expression with only hints of mild curiosity. Bull let’s his hands circle his waist and moved Dorian down to his lap and grinds up making the mage flush.

“I think you do, vint.” Bull growls and Dorian sighs and wiggles his hips smirking smug like a cat that got the canary.

“Maybe, now that you mention it... Which option would you like?” Dorian asks cheekily and Bull growls again just to see that shiver run over the mage. 

“I’d rather you take a ride rather than just grope.” Bull says and Dorian hums thoughtfully. The mage tilts his head and taps his chin thoughtfully. 

“That means I’ll have to strip.” Dorian sighs as if it’s such a terrible bother. Bull growls his blunted nails dig into the mage’s sides.

“Or I can tear up those pants of yours.” Bull growls and Dorian swallows shivering. He wants to act affronted but he can’t and the bastard knew just how to make him squirm. Which he was currently doing. Dammit. He stilled his hips.

“I don’t have any spare clothes here, don’t.” Dorian’s voice wobbles a little on the last word and Bull chuckles.

“Then you best strip, vint, or I’m gonna tie you up in tatters of your robes.” Bull growls and Dorian quickly rolled off Bull and stood and stripped off his robes in record time. He wasn’t ashamed to reveal he was hard and definitely desperate, though he would not verbally admit that ever. Period. He was a proud Altus mage, dammit. He had been with quite a few men, all of varying talent and skill, even morals but none of them compared to Bull in any form. None of them made Dorian as eager as he was to lay back and take it, none of them got him as worked up either. None of them had the same knack for relaxing him and making him vulnerable like Bull could. Bull could get him to do things he’d burn others into cinders for even daring to ask. Yet Bull only had to give one of his ridiculous winks and Dorian would trip over himself to get it done. 

“So, finally ready to be a good boy?” Bull asks and Dorian goes pink glowering at the ox as he moves back to the bed slinging his leg back over the strong waist. Warm hands wrap around his hips and Dorian sighs and relaxes.

“Depends on if I’ll be getting a treat for being good.” Dorian sighs and Bull chuckles.

“You might.” Bull chuckles and Dorian hums. Bull holds the mage still as he slowly stretches him out watching Dorian try to writhe has his blood pumping. He makes sure the altus is stretched out slowly working up from one finger to two, pulling back to add oil as he adds a digit and starts to stretch the mage out in earnest. Once he has four worked in he stalls teasing watching the human wiggle as he massaged the man’s prostate. He can’t deny the sight has gotten to him. Watching Dorian arch into his hand had Bull feel rather powerful, yeah sure he could crush a human’s skull in with his bare hands but seeing Dorian loose himself like this was another power on it’s own. Especially knowing Dorian could turn him to an ash pile with a flick of his hand. This was a power that he knew no one had. Taming The Dorian Pavus, Altus Mage of the Imperium was a rush of adrenaline even after managing it countless times. Seeing Dorian let go and give into him was always as good as that first time.  

“Bull! Please, fasta vass, get on with it!” Dorian growls and Bull chuckles and crooks his fingers smirking as the mage jerks and lets out a whine. Seeing him lit on torch light covered in sweat was always nice but this time he sees a whirl of fire slip between the mages teeth and he growls shivering himself and Dorian gives him that winning smirk of his dove grey eyes half hooded and that flush high on his cheeks. Bull grabs the back of his head and pulls him down for a kiss chasing that lingering heat with his tongue and lapping up the sounds Dorian is letting out.

“Then get on with it, my pretty mage.” Bull chuckles as he pulls back and watches Dorian hiss and roll his hips as he pulls his fingers out of the tight heat. Dorian watches him and hisses the small jet of fire again and Bull’s hands wrap around the slim hips of golden tan skin growling as his grip boarders bruising. Dorian hums happily carefully positioning his hips and sinking down taking his time though his eyes look hazed and he looks wrecked. 

“You look good like this, gonna bounce and spit some more fire?” Bull asks and Dorian chuckles moaning lowly as he finally bottoms out he paused taking a moment to breathe. 

“Do you want me to spit some more fire?” Dorian asks and Bull growls low like he knows Dorian likes though the mage would never admit it.

“Oh I effeminately want you too, be my dragon, kadan.” Bull growls and Dorian chuckles gasping as Bull bounces him himself and Dorian closes his eyes and blushed and swallowed gasping and hisses a small jet of fire which tapers when Bull tags his sweet spot.

“Amatus, please!” Dorian whines already desperate and Bull hums and rolls them cradling Dorian before he moves back and goes all out on making sure his human wasn’t going to be walking without a careful sway to his hips. He growls as Dorian spits small jets of flame when he can focus enough to do so which was surprisingly often either that or he enjoyed how it riled Bull and got him to be a little more rough and grip him harder and thrust faster.

“Please, amatus, please?” Dorian whines squirming he is gasping and can’t handle not cuming much longer it’s almost painful and he’s growing too sensitive to hold back. Not that it’s his choice given Bull’s holding the base of his cock and keeping him from loosing it until he gives the word.

“Please what, kadan?” Bull asks breath getting a bit heavy and Dorian growls a last jet of fire at him as he tugs him down by his horns.

“Fucking cum and make me a complete mess you damn savage and let me cum already!” He growls and Bull smirks and kisses the mage hard as he picks up his pace.

“Alright Kadan, you got it.” Bull chuckles and lets go rutting as Dorian let’s out a hiss and spasms in Bull’s hold and cums making a mess between them as Bull gets the last few ruts in before loosing his control and let’s lose a growl as he fills Dorian up loving the little airy gasp the mage gives him. He carefully pulls back and grabs a rag cleaning up the worst of the mess he collapsed and pulls Dorian on top of him chuckling as the mage grumbles but curls contentedly closer. 

“So, you gonna tell me how you learned that trick, kadan?” Bull asks and Dorian chuckles. He looks up looking rumpled with a few bruises Bull looks over smugly painted on his hips and neck when Bull had bitten at him earlier before they’d been walked in on. 

“I figured out how to do it after burning my mouth a few times. Heard that some Ravini mages had figured it out, had Varric look into it, studies the books they sent over and voila! Me spitting fire like a drake.” Dorian gestures grinning tiredly and Bull chuckles and nods.

“Really freakin hot.” Bull chuckles lowly and Dorian grins.

“That is the idea given fire and all.” He chuckles and Bull laughs. After a short nap and a small wash up Bull reads the report and his teasing stops his smile fades and Dorian pushes himself to sit up and lean around to read gasping as he reads what’s going on. The Inquisitor’s clan was in a free marcher city and if they didn’t get help it was likely everyone, the merchants and elves would die. 

“This isn’t right...” Dorian whispers and Bull growls and looks at the options.

“He’ll have to send in forces or they’re dead.” Bull says and Dorian nods.

“Shall we go or shall I leave it to you, amatus?” Dorian asks and Bull shrugs.

“I think he’d like to see two friendly faces.” Bull says as they dress and go to the tower. The inquisitor looks up as they come in and he blushes and looks back down coughing.

“You should get better at cloaking Dorian. I could still smell you. Also your outline shimmers.” He says and keeps writing then sets aside the quill and he looks up again this time face set in a calm expression though his insides twist.

“I don’t want to be rash, what are your opinions?” He asks and Bull sets the report on the desk.

“You have an ambassador there. As well as your clan. Send troops.” Bull says and Dorian nods.

“They need help.” Dorian agrees softly and the elf nods looking down he stands and picks up the report. 

“Then they’ll have it. As much as I can give them.” The elf says staring hard at them both he walks down and he sends out troops and he waits eventually going to the two seeking out a harbor to hide as he waits praying what’s left is safe.

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Word count: 2,109

[k-spiracy]

Human Error || 1

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (F)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Action/Adventure, Thriller/Horror, a little salt bae pinch of Mystery

Word Count: 7k

Significant Tags: Killer!Jungkook AU; Assassin!Y/N AU; Enemies to Lovers AU; Mafia!BTS AU; College! AU

Summary: “There was only one way in and out of there, and someone else just occupied the exit.”

Warning:  PLEASE��DO NOT READ if you are sensitive to graphic descriptions of dead bodies, or the mention of rape and/or abuse, which is present in a snippet of this chapter.This work is completely fictitious. In no way do I intend to romanticize murder, assassination or any other criminal act. Please do not associate violent themes with BTS or any member. This AU is based off a popular twitter thread from jung_kkuu.

Author’s Note: THIS IS MY FIRST FIC! YAY! Writing this story took me a long time for personal reasons and it took a lot of courage for me to finally post after countless proof reads… Anyways, I hope you like the story! Give Me Feedback!

Chapters: | Index | 01 | 02 || cr.

Death always seemed to work in mysterious ways. Admittedly, that phrase was meant for God, but in your profession, there left no place for heavenly deeds. You could never put yourself anywhere but the middle ground between good and evil, doing what both of those high powers did, which was ending a life. Though their ways may or may not have been painless, life and death were like the difference between a river and a stream, and water is water. 

Your job was what separated those two things and spread them thin beyond the belief that death was strictly a divinity. Humankind was convinced that they are the supreme being, making you a mere pawn to the man-made game of survival, a silent terror in the dead of night; an assassin.

Tonight was one of those late nights, technically the early morning, as it held a quiet promise. The sky was overcast, hiding the little flecks we previously called stars—by now, completely artificial, as humans discovered how to preserve the earth and the universe as we know it, just before the peak of demise.

Echo was your field name, a perfect description of your work: nothing more than the whisper of a cry heard out many miles, many minutes after you’d already left. You were quiet, to say the least. You took your time with every kill, preferring to get to know a person before ending them. Strolling through their house, (be it getting through an upstairs window or simply the front door) looking through their pictures, their life, to try and get an understanding of why they were about to die.

See, you learned never to ask questions, only to take the money even if the person in question did not deserve it. Most times it was better that way. At least, it’s what kept you alive and into the profession.

A small click sounded your success, and an open window after it, as you took a cautious step inside the house. The floors and stairs were wooden, both extremely risky if the house turned out to be pretty old. Though it didn’t seem so, you still wouldn’t take any chances.

You look around. The room you entered was a modern kitchen; grey and barely lit with cool undertones. There was a room to your immediate left with flickers of dim white light portraying someone’s shadow moving back and forth, a stairwell ahead, and a little room to the back right of the kitchen. A cracked doorway at the top of the stairs catches your eye, and the desire to explore consumes you, but you did not plan on him being awake.

You’d always studied your targets, where they go, what they eat, whom they talk to but that was all with the help of social media; phone cameras. This one was scheduled to have been in bed for approximately two hours, thirty minutes and six…seven…eight…seconds ago. Of course, it was nothing you couldn’t handle, but you still felt relieved that you chose the fire escape instead of the front door. 

You gauged the distance between your side and the opposite, calculating the perfect time to cross. The archway of the room was significantly large, but his pattern of walking showed stability. So as soon as he turned his back, you made a run for the other wall and pressed against it.

You carefully poked your head around the corner. Here, you could see the man clearly: pacing back and forth holding a phone to his ear, while speaking in tones of hushed anger. The whispering tipped you off.

Someone else was in the house.

You scanned him and his surroundings, noting an elevated heart rate, (most likely due to anxiety) but otherwise healthy vitals. His profile, Jung Hoseok, age 24, blood type A, standing at 5ft. 11in. was marked for deletion. He was handsome, with brown hair and hooded eyes, and he wore a light green t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. The room, however, had an irregularly placed china cabinet, all of his curtains closed, and bank statements on his coffee table dated from two days ago. Hoseok pauses. You look away. Static fills your ears.

“…saw something.”

Hoseok is coming your way and you have nowhere to hide. His hand grips the crown molding just centimeters away from your head. You hold your breath. He passes you, heading deeper into his kitchen before glancing at the spot where you used to stand. You watch him from the shadows of the staircase, taking notice of something he didn’t. As soon as he turns back into the living room, you see it again, a quick flash of red light speeding by his head.

“Mission comprised.”

Suddenly, a target appears in your line of sight. “Execute and evacuate immediately,” it said, before dissolving into pixels.

You watch Hoseok cautiously. He was already on edge, but now you were too. Your new mission lay at the top of the stairs. Had it not already been your intention, you’d have been worried by the sudden change of course. Nonetheless, you ascended the steps silently. At the top of the stairs, there were three doors: two on either side and one that was already open in front of you. It was your first choice.

As you entered the bedroom, you noticed the open window directly across from you, the wind blowing the curtains however it pleased. There was also someone in the bed, tangled beneath the tousled grey sheets fast asleep. A woman. 

As usual, your curiosity led you to the bedside table on the opposite side where a picture frame stood. Hoseok and the sleeping figure were in it. Upon further inspection of the room, you found nothing particularly incriminating and got ready to leave, when you kicked a metal box. The woman did not move. Your ears strained for minutes in case the man downstairs heard, but there was no response.

Your attention returned to the box. In it, a pistol, two rolls of money, and a questionable substance. It seemed as if both the placement of this box and it’s contents were out of place. Could Hoseok have left it there?

Something didn’t seem right. You recall the tiny blink of red, just before climbing to the second story. Your hand takes on a life of its own, face draining of color. It grabs at the silk sheets and pulls them away, revealing the woman. She rolls toward you at the movement of the sheets, her naked body on full display. She wore a  necklace of bruises, dark in contrast to her otherwise pale white skin. Her hair was matted to her face, her lipstick smeared, and two of her red nails broken. In her previous spot, there was a dark wet stain that explained the glisten on her lower stomach. 

You sweep away the sweaty tendrils from her face. Upon doing so, her profile appears and your target list reduces back down to one. 

You back away, slightly confused; disgusted, to say the least. It wasn’t as if you didn’t feel for her in that pitiful state, but something else was at play. Was this the reason why Hoseok was your target? It did not make sense. His character did not show any signs of malice. Maybe he was just that good of a liar, but everything seemed…staged. 

It had only been seven minutes so far, but the night already seemed so long. You had to get out of there quick. Your hands reach for the blade strapped to your thigh and take it out. 

Creeping down the stairs, you were now prepared to kill. It was quieter than usual, despite the growing static. You wait at the bottom of the stairs for three beats when you hear nothing. Then, you whip around the corner and into the room expecting a struggle, except Hoseok is no longer pacing back and forth, but on the floor with a bullet hole in his head. You reach towards your mask in hopes to scan him, when you hear footsteps approaching. 

Another message appears as you crouch in the small space behind Hoseok’s sectional.  Your targets have been successfully terminated, but that is all the mask can show you: a status of death. It doesn’t know that you didn’t cause it. What it can pick up is your increased heart rate, so the mask alerts a different software to scan the area for possible threats, and sure enough, a heat signature appears on your radar.

The footsteps are a heavy, rhythmic drum against the cold wooden floors, getting intimidatingly closer with every passing second. It seems they are heading for the living room, possibly in search of you. You peek your head over the couch and weigh your options, frantically searching the four walls for any means of escape. You find none. The curtains could not be opened without giving you away, and not only that, but you’d have to jump out the window. You were six stories up.

There was only one way in and out of there, and someone else just occupied the exit. Their gait rang loud in your ears, those vibrations steadily rumbling towards you and then stop abruptly. You cradle your knees closer to your chest. For a second, you realize you stopped breathing and take time to carefully fill your lungs without alerting whomever it was sharing the room. You did not want to take the chance of looking at them, so you wait and listen, tightly gripping your knife. 

The silence is literally mutilating your ability to rationalize. You’ve never been in this situation before, what would the boss think? The head of your organization was a strict woman, she had no tolerance for mistakes. You wonder if she’d be furious at the failure of the mission, most likely demoting you or maybe even worse. 

For the sake of yourself, you decided not to imagine being back out on the streets. And just in time, because the sound of a click and a loud thud knocks you out of your previous thoughts. It has to be a gun, you think, as the long scrape of metal on the wooden floors send goosebumps racing up your arms. The person takes agonizingly slow steps, now in front of the TV, as you can see from their growing shadow. You cling to the blade, your back flush against the couch. A gloved hand reaches over the cushion, and you quickly slam your feet on the wall and push using all of your strength.

The sectional moves back with a bit of difficulty, but the person loses balance and falls forward, landing hard on their stomach. You stand and punch them off the back of the couch, toppling a few throw pillows as you jump over it in pursuit. Their knees give way to Hoseok’s coffee table and you take the chance to immobilize them.

It truly was a gun you heard. An assault rifle, to be exact. The sight of it dropping from the person’s hand while they fell confirmed it, and now, you straddle them with one hand firmly holding their shoulder as the other presses your knife to their throat. You that they must be an assassin, what with the black attire, gun and mask. They struggle in vain, caught under your weight in a near backbend against the low wooden table, as your knees dig hard into their flexed biceps.

“Don’t move!” 

Your voice resonates within the empty condo, echoes returning back to the living room. You feel some semblance of victory as you reach for their…bunny mask? But the sound of a door opening distracts you. Your head turns towards that direction, and the assassin frees their left arm, pushing you off of them in the process. You land on your butt with a grunt. The assassin whips their head towards the sound of multiple footsteps, moving only to swipe their gun and run towards the lone window in Hoseok’s living room. You scramble to get up and chase after them, but the window is open and they are gone. Still, you follow to see how they landed the tall drop, but there is no one to be found outside.

You turn to see people in white gather in the room. Clean-up Crew. Some look at you with the same confusion you wore on your face, as you should’ve been gone by now, but the rest go about their business unbothered. 

One of them walks towards you.

“Y/N, since when did you use guns?” You look up to see your good friend Namjoon inspecting the corpse before casually stepping over it, and then strolling over to your spot by the now-closed window.

“I don’t.” 

You leaned back against the glass with your arms folded, replying without meeting his curious eyes. He takes a place beside you and waits for you to continue to talk as he knew you would, always eager to get out of work, what with his clumsy tendencies.

You sigh. “I was set up.”

“But that’s not possible, the system always—”

“Obviously there is some sort of flaw in the system if someone else was here for the same kill, and me too.” Your mind goes back to the interaction. You could’ve died in that instance but that person, whoever it was, ran away.

“I’m just lucky my gut was right,” you say, pausing for a minute then pressing on. “And my mask, of course.” You remember that you were still wearing it, and with a wave of two fingers to your temple, it turns off. Your mask is holographic. To others, it looks like a pair of red visors—only needed to cover your eyes, since your balaclava does the rest. Without it, The Crew would not have been notified, and you did not want to think about what could’ve happened.

“There must be a logical explanation for all of this.” 

Namjoon was a technical man, even more so than you. He liked to know every possible outcome of a situation, but when something happens that his brain can’t calculate, he desperately searches for a ‘logical explanation’

“Enlighten me,” you quipped, ready to hear what he had in store, all while prepared to correct him at the same time.

He starts with only a breath before you rudely interrupt in a mocking tone. “The system is encrypted! It couldn’t possibly have been hacked and we wouldn’t have sent you out if we knew it was a double kill.” You glanced at him. He was not amused by your goading. “But then, considering that the other person tried to kill me,” you exaggerate a shrug before asking, “What else could it be except..?”

You’re waiting for his answer with an expectant look when he speaks up. “Well—”

A buzzer sound comes from the depths of your throat and Namjoon shoots you a glare. “Whatever you were gonna say, it’s wrong.”

“You didn’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“No, but it’s not one of your crazy ideas.”

Namjoon thinks back to the time he actually considered magic as a factor. From then on, you always took the chance to tease him. He sighs. “I was going to say that it could be an inside job.”

You opened your mouth then closed it. Your mind never leaped beyond the suspicion that it could be a rival organization after you. 

“What, you’re not going to correct me this time?”

“No… No. Actually, that sounds about right.” You turn your attention to the Cleaners, currently scanning the room. A thin blue holographic line makes sure to reach every corner of the room, paying extra attention to Hoseok’s dead body.

Carefully assessing the corpse, you make your way over to it, Namjoon following hastily. “I forgot to mention it, but what happened here?” He was referring to the mess you made. Anyone that walked in could tell there were signs of struggling. His eyes roamed the area, especially lingering over the crooked couch and the rug that bunched up under it. “Was this one hard  to kill, or was it the intruder?” The way he refers to Hoseok like he was never a “he,” but an “it,” makes you cringe. You can’t get over his use of the word intruder either, as if you weren’t one yourself.

“On the contrary,” you sigh, staring into the male’s lifeless eyes. “I didn’t kill him.” 

It does not take a while for Namjoon to put together the pieces. He knows you. He knows that you have never once used guns and how you feel about them, even. You were one of the few killers of your organization to use only one type of weapon, and those were blades. You preferred close range attacks but weren’t picky about tomahawking when needed. If it was a game of skill, you had it, and you’d win. Of course, Namjoon was sure of this, being your friend of three years.

He clears his throat and you look expectantly at him. “Penny for your thoughts?” You were transfixed on the corpse for a while and he started to worry. Silently asking for the one cent payment, you stuck out your hand, to which he responded by patting himself and shrugging when he came up with nothing. 

You giggle at his little display, musing over his exaggerated defeat when he could not find a penny and began to talk despite his lack of remittance. “It’s just that when I came, I had a bad feeling about everything.” Your gloved hand waves in circular motions over the contents of the room. “He was awake. I didn’t listen to myself and leave when I saw what was—” Your eyes widen. 

Upstairs.

You forgot about upstairs. 

“What was your assignment Namjoon?”

He quickly recites everything he read on his tablet before coming over. Your stomach lurches at no mention of the woman upstairs. Come to think of it, none of the Crew was missing. The usual number of only six members were accounted for, which meant that they didn’t even know about her.

You jump out of your rooted position and again, Namjoon trails without question. Your following increases when you tap the shoulder of one of the Cleaners and ask her to come with you upstairs.

The three of you reach the top and head inside the bedroom to see the lady on the bed exactly how you left her upon discovery. The girl excuses herself to go get some equipment to scan the area and you take the chance to inquire more about the mission.

“Did the message say anything specific?”

“Other than the target and his profile, no.” Namjoon stares at the bed. “Why?”

“Only because you guys have been here all of three minutes, and not one person was thorough about clean up like usual.” 

Routine was to wait for the all clear. 

Routine was to search the entire house. 

Routine was to dispose of the body.

It also is to empty the said house of any signs of any previous life, yet there lacked so much as a batted eye towards routine.

Maybe you were a bit impatient about it since they had just gotten there, but something still seemed off and you did not want to let that go.

Both of you waited in silence for the girl to come back. When she did, you asked her to perform a physical report. Moving to the right side of the bed, her arm hovers over the wet spot you had discovered not long ago. She then scans it, and the woman’s body after. The soft hum of her scanner fills the room for about ten seconds before a high-pitched beep is heard. 

“The results show signs of…of uh…” 

When she couldn’t speak without stuttering, you decided to try and fill in the blanks. “Was she raped?” you ask, your voice no louder than a whisper. 

Namjoon shifts uncomfortably at your question and the girl can only nod in response. 

“There's…

“There’s a box on the other side of the bed. I found it and it had some pretty questionable items.” You point in its general vicinity with a lazy wisp of your left arm. 

You seemed both bothered and unfazed by the room’s fourth presence, elucidated by its grim aura. She was rather unfortunate to have worn the dark circle impressed into the skin of her ring finger, binding her to this fate. It ate you alive to know that someone else killed your targets, and this one in particular to a much more morbid extent. Even more so, that you were not able to make it quick and easy. Not that it would have made a difference in terms of death since pain is pain, but at least you would have felt content in knowing that she wasn’t exploited in such a way. By who, you did not know. Her assumed husband, the prime suspect, was already being disposed of. The only other explanation had jumped out of the window before you could catch them.

“I don’t think this man—Jung Hoseok, was whom he led on to be.”

Namjoon had carefully read your expression as you fell deeper into thought at the mention of the box. He didn’t like the look in your eyes. “They usually never are Y/N, and it’s not our job to care.” 

“This pertains to the overall weirdness of the situation,” you conceded, watching the other crew member walk to the box you mentioned, picking it up and surveying that as well.

The latter folded his arms in protest to the ongoing plot inside your head.  He watched you open your mouth to speak, anticipating his further disapproval at your oncoming words as you swiveled towards the doorway.

“I have yet to—”

“Hold it,” Namjoon interrupted. He grabbed your arm mid haste and took you out to the hallway—where you were headed in the first place, but ultimately beaten to the punch. “I think you need to stop.”

You looked at him in disbelief. He towered over you, steady with his hands firmly curled around your shoulders. He continued to stare intently at you and when the passing minutes only held silence, he then spoke. 

“This is our job, so leave it to us.”

You felt defeat for the second time that night. That feeling quickly washed over with frustration and defiance. “if you're  suggesting that I cannot compose myself, Namjoon, I assure you—”

“You can handle yourself, I know.” 

“I have seen many bodies even worse than—”

“I know.” Namjoon, while taking his revenge from earlier, interrupted you for the second time, holding his grip even when you tried to break out of it.

“Then if you know, you should let me go.” you grit your teeth in another vain attempt to smack his arms away.

He contended with your challenging tone, simply by clipping off a sharp no at the edge of his tongue. Both of you stood in the dark hallway, two unmoving forces engrossed in each other’s burning gaze. 

“Come on.” He pulled your arm and started down the stairs, only for you to yank back. 

“Your job is not to scour the house and investigate. That’s what we do here. You came here to kill, and you did not deliver. Staying is not gonna make things better for you at the agency. Just go back, Y/N.

“You get yourself so caught up in everyone else’s life, you don’t even realize you are the one ending it. Aside from the fact that someone was out to get you, this case is no different. But, because the person is still out there, you need to get out of here instead of playing detective and putting a target on your back.”

Sometimes you hated when he was right. You let Namjoon take your hand and the two of you made it back to the first floor. He stopped in front of you to let two workers pass by. They carried Hoseok’s blanketed body on a gurney towards the front door, his left hand swinging off the side to the rhythm of their rough movements.

With your two hands still intertwined, Namjoon takes you the same way as the workers. You followed them into a maintenance elevator and went down six floors. Every corner harbored guards in grey. As for security, they made sure the building was asleep, which meant that any onlooker was oblivious, and all the cameras, if any, were off.  

Once outside, Namjoon stops. “Where is your car? I’ll take you there.”

“I can take myself,” you protested. “Its many blocks away.”

“Which direction?”

You sighed. He was not going to let up. You told him right, the direction of your car, and the two of you started walking again.

The wind was still blowing as softly as it did inside the house. Streetlights were off in your area, courtesy of Clean-up Crew, and the sky was just as dark as it had been the time you climbed into Hoseok’s window. You noted these particular details to distract yourself from Namjoon’s hand, still glued to your own.

He noticed you looking everywhere but him, and swung your arms teasingly. “I hope you aren’t mad at me, your best friend in the whole entire world,” he smiled. 

You shook your head with furrowed brows, more irritated at the killer that bested you only fifteen minutes before. 

“Good,” he said, letting go of your hand. 

At that moment, you realize he hadn’t done any of his work at all, and you were the reason. That made you feel bad for a brief second, but your thoughts rolled back to the other assassin. You were ill-prepared for such an altercation, as you had never encountered one of that nature.  Granted, every mission allows for the possibility of death, but as Namjoon said earlier, this was different. 

I could’ve died. 

“That’s why I’m walking you to your car.”

“What?” You looked up at your friend in confusion before realizing you had said it out loud. 

“Want to talk about it? We seem to have a couple more blocks since I don’t see the car yet.”

You accepted his offer without knowing where to start. Eventually, you told him exactly what happened. He listened, humming every now and then when he understood. When you finished, you waited for his insight.

“Describe them in detail.”

“I—I don't…” You didn’t think much on it since you were focused on survival, but on further assessment, you could remember more than just their clothes. “They were wearing all black, like me, but the shirt was short sleeved and they had ripped jeans on, almost as if the killing was a casual event for them.” Your eyebrows knitted at this thought, but you continued. “They…had a gun, I think it was an XT-97, but they handled it like a pistol.”

“So they’re strong,” he noted. “Height?”

“Tall. Maybe like…six feet? I can’t tell, but now that I think about it, their build was not at all feminine.” 

“Then it’s a guy, right?”

“Must be,” you said, retreating back into the memory once again.

“Don’t move!” 

You planted yourself on top of the figure, your knife digging into his craning neck. You can feel his muscles flex under the black T-shirt, veins bulging out of his forearms as your knees dig deeper into them, your intention being to further weight yourself. You’re ready to slit his throat, angling the blade and leaning close enough to hear his stuttered pants. 

Suddenly, your ears perk up at the sound of footsteps. 

They stop.

“We’re here.”

You stood on the corner of the street, the alleyway separating you from the next block over. No lights shone on your car as it sat in the shadows, and you made sure of that with the small EMP you planted on the asphalt. It acted as a cloaking device, detracting attention and temporarily deactivating streetlights in the perimeter. You picked it up as the two of you sauntered over to the black Tesla.

The car’s light illuminated Namjoon’s face when he leaned over the open door, one hand resting on the roof of the car. You expressed your temporary goodbyes and he shut the door after watching you put on your seatbelt. The ignition switched on at the sound of your voice, shifting to reverse and slowly backing out of the narrow space, careful of Namjoon’s presence.

“One more thing,” you piped up as the car idled on the curb. Namjoon was a little ways off, already on the walk back when he came up to the open passenger window. You motioned for him to get in and he did so without protest.

“He was wearing a really weird mask,” you said, trailing off while setting the autonomous car to drive in the direction of Hoseok’s apartment. 

You realized how distracted you got when you thought about the other assassin. Something about him sent chills up your spine,  yet you were entranced, just by the rise and fall of his chest. The low timbre of Namjoon’s voice pulled you out of the memory, but you could still see two unblinking black eyes staring back so vividly.

“It was a bunny mask. I remember clearly how haunted it made me feel.” 

“That sounds creepy.”

“Yeah, it kinda was.”

The car slowed to a halt and you looked over at Namjoon. He assured you that when he finished, he’d give you all the details on what he found. Then, he got out and walked up to one of the guards casually leaning against the pole of a stop sign. You waited for him to wave you away, and with it, the car drove off into the bare streets of what was now 3 A.M.

“Please input your next destination, otherwise you will be transported to the home marker.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. It would be a long ride from the outskirts of Gwangju. 

Technological advancements created self-driving cars and not long after, highways to accommodate their fast speeds, but even though this triumph sliced time into fractions, you still would have to wait an hour or so until you reached your destination. Knowing it would be so long, you groaned at the sight of your weary reflection in the visor, closing it with a slam. A note that was pinned to it fell into your lap. With light, you skimmed over carefully written cursive, the words of its author flooding the paper with waves of regret. Memories resurface from the depths of your mind and you can’t help but drown in them.

02. 17. 3049 || TWO YEARS EARLIER

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The smell of rosewood and kimchi is oddly soothing as you sit in the corner booth of the tiny restaurant. It was one of your favorite places to eat, also being one of the oldest and only businesses to evolve with the modernized world. The inside housed a new coffee corner, which you made sure to visit each morning. This morning was quite frigid and the café made up for the bitter weather with its warm drinks, one which you were already on your third order of.

She could be here any minute, you thought, your foot tapping rather impatiently against the tiled floor. You took a sip of your buckwheat tea, cold hands finding purchase in its warmth as your fingers desperately curled around the cup. 

Your eager eyes spot the waiter as she came to me your table, placing down a steaming bowl of naengmyun before smiling and walking away. 

How embarrassing it was for you to be seen waiting on someone else. Across from you, the table was set and empty for what would now be an hour and twenty minutes, and to that, your foot still tapped. Each ring of the bell at the door had you on edge until you saw the strawberry blonde walk in and lock eyes with you from across the way. You scanned her (an impulsive habit of yours) while she shuffled over to the table. You could tell she ran, as her cheeks were nearly beet red, and her breathing quite uneven. Everything you already knew about her appeared next to her figure as she sat down.

“Sorry I’m late,” she huffed, rubbing her cheeks and hunching over. You dismissed her profile with two blinks and smiled at her. 

“No need, I wasn’t waiting long.”

“Is this for me?” She pointed to the bowl of noodles that you pushed over to her side of the table in response. She dug in, mumbling a thank you with a few noodles hanging from her mouth.

You took another sip of your drink.

“So,” she said, clearing her throat. “What did you have planned for today? Anything involving outside? If so, I can order us something warm to take with us…” 

“Actually, our date started half an hour ago,” you teased, looking at the watch on your left hand. “Maybe we can still make the movie if you finish eating in…now.”

The sight of the bewildered look on her face made you burst into laughter. She grumbled as she slurped at her noodles, not appreciating your joke. Still, she asked why you didn’t order, so you lied about already being full, saying you were happy just watching her eat.

You truly had no appetite.

The rest of the day was filled with grins everywhere you went. She begged to stop by a street vendor who, upon the unexpected snowfall, gave away warm treats “on the house.” The two of you rushed to escape the weather and get to her apartment, where she’d put on a movie to replace the one you missed. 

The screen was frozen; paused.

She expressed her dire need to use the bathroom and went, leaving you where she expected you to wait: on her couch in the dim lighting of her living room. It was as she washed her hands, that she noticed you in the mirror standing behind her. There, that her confusion morphed into horror at the sight of the kitchen knife, and there, that her blood was spilled, all over the bathroom floor.

Her name never mattered.

It didn’t to whoever had opted to delete her, to the waiter, and the vendor on the street—both of whom were fellow agents, and it didn’t to the world, now that she was gone.

“Surprise!” 

You walked into the office startled, blood still tainting your boots, the girl still on your mind. She would later be erased, like all others, from your mind with the help of booze.

Maybe a party was just what you needed.

There were streamers lining the walls, balloons covering the ceiling, and a large banner that read “Congrats on 100 Kills!” hanging from either wall. You took a step further, recognizing your colleagues, some nearly foreign to you with large smiles on their faces.

It was odd for you, being celebrated for taking someone’s life. It just never seemed to matter if the right price is paid—low and behold, a large wad of cash lay buried deep in the pocket of your black moto jacket. You continued to approach the middle of the dark room, a cake with sparklers flickering it’s light on to the many bodies gathered around it. They urged you to blow them out and you did, despite being so hesitant.

Immediately, the lights switched on, and scattered claps rumbled into a thunder of applause. Soon after the cake was cut,  people conversed in small groups about the office, quick to stop and congratulate you as you pass by, searching for a friend. But someone else found you before you could reach those doors.

“Guess who?”

You recognized the familiarity of his voice, and, guessing correctly, lifted Namjoon’s hands away from your eyes.

“Hey stranger,” you said, turning to see him beaming at you with those dimples of his. He pulls you in for a tight hug, and without warning,  whisks you off, away from the party.

The music and chatter start to fade as he evades all interrogation while dragging you to the elevator, where the two of you take a ride down to the parking garage. Upon the doors opening, a chirp sounds within the concrete walls, soon muffled by the sound of an engine revving. A black car rolls in front of you, its two doors lifting like the wings of a bird taking flight. You are at a loss for words, stuttering out unfinished questions while the elevator doors continually attempt to close, but can’t with you in the way.

“She wanted to give you this,” Namjoon says, taking your arm and hooking it with his as he walks you up to the slick, black beauty. “A gift for all your hard work.”

Hard work, huh? Your boss seemed to be working harder than you, seeing as how she couldn’t even be bothered to show up. Did she no longer have time to be your friend? Watching your steady decline to less than human from behind the comfort of her locked doors?

It wasn’t fair.

“Wh—Where is—” You struggled to find the words until your questions were answered by the folded yellow note Namjoon hands you.

.

.

.

“Five minutes until the destination is reached.”

“Make a new course for work.”

Neon lights race along the curves of your car as it exits the highway, only a few blocks away from the office. Here, everything was alive, compared to where you were last, the traffic and pedestrians still bustling as if it wasn’t the early hours of the morning. It’s true what they say about the city, that it never sleeps, especially not when you’ve just arrived at the heart of Seoul. During the lively night, it was just another building with big glowing letters, but when the light of day shines on this skyscraper, many recognize it as the number one source of technology and internet in all of Korea: Vortex.

The car door lowers with a slight hiss as you walk up to the building. This was your second home for years now, and as you look up the glass walls, you see a yellow light shine from one of the windows. 

She’s still here.

You go inside, walking straight past the startled front desk manager—tossing him your keys—and to the elevator, where you knowingly lock eyes just as the door close. There were no buttons for where you were going because no ordinary person knew about the sub-levels of the building both above and below its shell structure. That was for the business Vortex conducted behind the scenes; the business in which you thrived.

The office was on one of the very top floors, and as you reach it, you turn to face the back of the elevator and wait for it to open. Had you share the lift with anyone else, they would’ve looked at you crazy, considering no normal employee could exit through the maintenance doors. 

There were no buttons. But of course, that was the purpose of the front desk.

The doors slide open and you walk into the most familiar place you’ve ever known. The cubicles and desks hid the nature of what the assassins really did, but you didn’t have a problem with it since it made you feel a little bit more human.

There were those double doors, the ones you could never reach during the party; the ones made of glass like everything else inside the building. 

Except she wasn’t see through.

“Hey, why are you still here?”

You stood leaning in the doorway, watching her head slowly lift from her desk. You knew the answer to that, so she decided not to respond.

“Something strange happened today while a was making a kill,” you started, waiting for her reaction. She did not provide one so you continued. “You see, I was going after that teacher I’d been following for a while, and when I got to his house, he didn’t look like a teacher.”

“Is that so?” She said dryly, her eyes still glued to the computer.

“Yeah,” you replied, folding your arms. “It is, and you wanna know what else?”

“What?”

“Someone else was there too, like—”

“So what, there was someone else in the house, you take people out even with their families in the same bed, so why would it matter now?” Her voice showed a hint of agitation but you would not back down. Instead, you went up to her and placed your hands flat on the desk with a smack.

Now, you had her attention.

“Because that someone was an assassin. He attacked me and my target. Oh, and my target, ‘the teacher’ didn’t look like he was just a teacher. What do you have to say about that? Maybe the fact that your best friend nearly died could get you to at least look at me!”

Finally, she meets your expectant gaze, only to scoff. After a long silence between the two of you and your fiery stares, she speaks up, instantly changing the subject.

“Do you know what day it is?” 

“Does that even matter right now? There's—”

“Should I, perhaps remind you of the fact that you constantly break the number one rule here? Or should I continue to let you waste my time when you can clearly see how overworked and stressed I am? It’s Monday, Y/N. Three in the morning and here you are.” You wondered what she might be doing up this late, but the papers piling on her desk told you it was work. Which kind, you didn’t know. “We have class today. I hope you don’t oversleep because I won’t be taking notes for you.”

This was the problem with your job. It called for you to be awake at all hours of the night, and though most college students could say the same about their convenience store jobs, yours was more physically exhausting. You opened your mouth to say something in retaliation, as was in your defensive nature, but instead, you said nothing. Maybe it was best for you to deal with it later since you never liked when your two worlds intermingled. On that note, you waved to your tired friend, feeling a bit tired yourself at the sight of her, and headed for the double doors.

“Goodnight, Yoonji.”

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Closing Shift

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“Hey Y/N,I’m gonna need you to close up today. Wendy had to call off.” Your boss gave you a sympathetic smile as you carried on organizing the countless racks of garments.

You worked in a modern and stylish store,and it was very popular. With the popularity came the busy atmosphere,getting hundreds of customers every hour on the hour.

Since multiple celebrities were seen with pieces from the store,the business rocketed. It took some time getting used to,but now you were pretty much immune to the constant throng of people and the occasional celebrity.

Closing was the most frequented by more famous people so they would have the store virtually to themselves. You hated closing,it was always a hassle to organize the clothes that some disrespectful patrons would just leave everywhere.

Today was no exception.

Just as you were busying yourself with yet another rack,you heard the the jingle of the door opening,followed by the monotone beep.

You sighed and dropped your shoulders with a hefty breath,making your way to the doorway of the store. Looking up you saw 4 gorgeously tall men surveying the clean and open section,laughing and holding garments up to themselves.

“Hello,I’m Y/N do you guys need any help tonight?” You spoke,voice full of confidence and stance meaning business as the lanky blonde man shot you a smile.

“Uh,Yeah we have a big party we’re going to tomorrow and need some nice outfits.” He scratched the back of his neck and waited timidly for a reply,switching his weight on his other foot.

You simply nodded and asked for his name to which he said Luke. Suddenly,the pieces started to click together and you noticed that this was the band 5 Seconds Of Summer standing in front of you.

Before you could say anything to him,Calum peeked from behind his band mates wide back and smiled down at you.

“Hi I’m Calum,are you gonna be styling us?” The pit in your stomach erupted into butterflies as he extended his golden and tattoo covered arm,prompting you to shake his hand.

“I’m Y/N and yes,we can start one by one. Is that okay guys?” Your tone of seriousness made Michael and Ashton’s heads shoot up from where they were playing around,seeing as you indeed took your job seriously.

You led the four boy into the private back room and your co-worker Dallon gave them the ‘Celebrity treatment’,which was champagne,the television,and a selection of nice hors d’oeuvres. The first person you decided to crack down on was Luke Hemmings.

Standing at 6’2 (at best),he had a wide upper body with a skinner lower body. You scanned his outfit,grasping his sense of style and working your way to elevate it.

“You look like you’re good at what you do,Y/N” He said,watching you expertly find exactly what you were looking for and holding it up to his body.

“I guess you could say that.”

You finally decided on dressing him up in a modern,stylish and laid back look. The white V-neck hug his wide top half just right with a little chest chair peeking out. Two silver necklaces laid in the gap between the V-neck of the shirt. The black jeans hugging his lower half,a small distressed slit in the knee showing the smooth skin. The blue and silver satin bomber jacket resting on his shoulders,decorative embroidery popping out on his pack. And to tie the look together,heeled silver boots adorned his feet.

You took one look at your creation and smiled to yourself,knowing you were unstoppable when it came to having a keen sense of fashion.

Turning to face the mirror,Luke’s jaw dropped as he got a glance at himself.

“W-woah Y/N...This looks amazing!” He turned back to you,pulling your body into his and wrapping you up in a thankful hug.

“I do what I can Luke.” Was all you said before giving him a knowing smirk. You waiting until he took off the garments before taking them to the front register and putting them in a bag,quickly writing his name on the tag.

The next boy to get styled was Ashton. You knew that his style was more laid back and older than the other boys.

It took you a minute to ponder all of your options before you settled on dressing him in a ‘greaser’ esque fashion.

“How long have you been working here?” He asked as the two of you rounded a corner of the store to the more dressy section.

“I’ve been working here for 3 years,Fashion always has a place in my heart.”

He attentively watched you work your magic,seeing the gears in your mind turn as you paired different pieces together. Finally,you landed on a simple base outfit with a staple piece.

Ashton dawned a White button down,leaving the first few unbuttoned. The black slacks hugged his hips and thighs before cuffing slightly at the ankle.On his feet were black combat like boots,with the cuff of the ankle draping over the top. The statement piece was a nice leather jacket,with red embroidered lips on the back of it. You turned him around to face the large mirror and watched as yet again you had another happy customer.

“This is fuckin awesome!”

Again,you took Ashton’s clothes to the front and placed them in a labeled bag,making your way to the private area for the third time.

Next on your roster was Michael. His style was fairly relaxed and very modern.

“So,Y/N my mate Calum over there thinks you’re really pretty.” Michael said when you were far enough away from the other boys. He nudged your shoulder as you paid him no mind,looking in front of the rack to find an outfit that suited him.

“Well Michael,why don’t you tell him to man up and say it himself,” Pushing the hung up clothes in two different directions,finally finding what you were looking for. Michael let out a sigh as you placed the clothes across his outstretched arms and shooing him in the direction of the dressing room.

For Michael,you decided to elevate his casual look to a more detailed but chill outfit.

You paired simple black skinny jeans and a vintage black band tee to be the base layer of his outfit. On his shoulders was a acid wash denim jacket,and on his feet were high top ‘punk boots’. They were decorated in leather straps with a glossy finish to them.

You folded your arms across your chest and motioned with your head for him to turn towards the mirror,smirking at another success of an outfit.

“Holy fuck Y/N! You’re amazing!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm as he began to strike different poses in the elongated mirror.

After a full minute of him basking in his new look,you pushed him back in the dressing room,soon getting a pile of clothes placed in your hands.

Calum was your final client of the day. There was a reason you chose him to be last,the main one being that you simply couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. He was wearing a simple distressed black shirt and tight grey joggers with black vans.

Even in lounge wear,he still stole your breath with one glance in his direction.

“So,did Michael tell you?”

“He did actually.”

As you pulled him to one of your favorite sections of the store,he leaned on a free wall,crossing his strong arms infrong of him chest.

“He wasn’t lying ya know,You are the most beautiful girl here.” You chocked back a laugh,trying to hide your growing smile by putting your face deeper in a rack of pants.

“I’m the only girl here,Calum”

He laughed and brushed by you to stand by a fancily dressed mannequin.

“Shh,don’t listen to her beautiful,she didn’t mean it.”

He stood to the side of the mannequin and covered her ears,earning a loud and brash laugh from the pits of your stomach.

You turned around with a completed outfit in hand and passed it off to Calum who just cocked an eyebrow in your direction.

“So you’re not gonna say Thank You?”

“Thank you Calum,now go try this on please!”

As he walked towards the dressing room,you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your shoulders slumped from exhaustion while you made your way to the secluded area where Calum was changing.

“Are you all done in there Calum?”

He hesitated a little before he stuck him head out of the black curtain.

“You sure about this outfit? I’ve never tried this before...”

His shyness took you by surprise as you can see his insecurities come out of hiding with the new garments on.

“Let me see Cal”

Nervously,he pulled back the curtain and fully stepped out into your view. Your eyes raked his tall frame and made you take tiny steps back to drink him all in.

A tight fitting grey turtleneck sat nicely on his upper body,the long sleeves slightly showing his toned arms. Skinny dark blue plaid slacks gripped his hips and legs sweetly as they came to a cuff at the ankle. Black heeled boots were on his feet,short enough to where a small gap exposed his black dress socks underneath.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?” You gulped and nodded your head,taking one more look at his outfit.

“Stay right there,Something’s missing.”

You walked to the front of the store,finding exactly what was needed to complete the outfit for Calum.

Clipping the chains into two of his belt loops and fixing the cuff of his collar and pant,you smiled up at him.

“Perfect!” Putting your hands on his slim hips,you pushed him in front of the large mirror,watching him take in his entire outfit. He watched your expression in the mirror as well,hands still on his hips now biting your bottom lip.

He turned around in your hands,grabbing your upper arm and looking at you with a serious expression on his face.

“Y/N,What do you think about a date?”

Confusion overtook your features as you watched his every move.

“A date with you? You and me? Together?” He laughed,causing his eyes to crinkle and the delicious noise to fall from his full lips. He nodded,not being able to stop laughing to he could answer you surf his words.

“Hell yes. If you wear something like this then that’ll change to a Fuck yes.”

His giggles started to cease as he quickly retrieved his phone out of the dressing room and dropping it in your hands.

“No passcode on it,I’ll change while you put your number in there.”

His sudden breath of coolness caught you off guard as you stood flabbergasted,staring at the now closed black curtain.

“I don’t here typing Y/N.” He called from behind the curtain,jolting your body to unlock his phone and save your contact. Calum came out with his new clothes in hand,cockily smirking at you as you both switched items.

“Cute dog.”

You turned on your heel and it was Calum’s turn to be left shocked by the sudden actions.

You rung the boys items up and passed them each their labeled bags as they thanked you profusely for styling them. You dropped a box containing some nice rings into Calum’s bag,sliding it across the counter with a wink. He started to pull out his wallet to pay you for the rings when your hand came down on top of the black leather.

“It’s on the house,enjoy your party tomorrow.” He took the hint and slid it back into his pocket,lifting the bag off of the counter and starting to walk out of the store.

Before he could fully exit the double doors,he turned his head black towards you and called over his shoulder that he’ll text you later. You giggled as your coworker Dallon laughed at the scene in front of him.

Maybe closing shift wasn’t always so bad.

[balorclubbabe]

Never Gonna Happen

Enzo Amore/OC (smut): Despite his constant playful flirtations, you and Enzo have never been anything more than friends. After a drunken night at the club, and a questionable morning after, you learn how he really feels about you.

(This is my first fic on here, I’m so nervous but I hope you all really enjoy it! It ended up waaaay longer than I anticipated.)

Special thanks to @imaginingwwesuperstars for being super supportive and an all-around sweetheart, ily. <3

“Come on, where are you?” I said quietly to myself, as I rounded another corner only to be met with an empty hallway. With a huff, I adjusted the bag that was hanging over my shoulder, contemplating my next move. I hadn’t had a match today, and after using most of my free time to get some training in, I had one last task to complete before I could head back to the hotel to relax.

Before whipping out my phone so I could text one of them (which I probably should have done sooner, in retrospect), I spotted the pair that I had been looking for; my close friends and fellow wrestlers Enzo Amore and Colin Cassidy. They had just beaten Anderson and Gallows for the tag team title, and I had been fruitlessly trying to track them down for almost half an hour now so I could congratulate them.

“Jeez you two haven’t been easy to find today. But congrats, I can’t believe you did it!!” I threw my arms around Cass, struggling only slightly due to his wide torso.

The big guy grinned, ruffling my hair playfully. “Ay you know we’re busy guys! But thanks kiddo. ‘Preciate it.”

“What? Pfft, you know the realest guys in the room had it in the bag! Don’t tell me you were havin’ doubts, sweetheart.” Enzo slung an arm over my shoulder, teasingly putting his whole weight onto me.

“Of course not! Still, that was an intense match! I thought for sure Anderson had you at the last second with that pin, Enzo!”

I felt my heart skip a beat (or two) when I pulled away and saw that Enzo was smirking at me. That trademark smirk that left me feeling weak in the knees, paired with the pet names he’d give me like “sweetheart” or “doll”.

It was safe to say I had a fairly large crush on the one and only “Smacktalker Skywalker” that seemed to grow a little every time I saw him. Enzo was one of the very first people who welcomed me when I got moved up to Monday Night Raw and was without a doubt one of my closest friends there (along with Cass of course). Despite his cocky, trash-talking persona, the real Enzo was not only funny, but also one of the most kind-hearted people I knew. Always asking if I needed anything, helping me train if I had an important match coming up, or even listening to me vent when things didn’t go exactly as planned in the ring.

I will admit though, there were times where my thoughts concerning him would be the furthest thing from…friendly. I guess that’s when I realized my feelings were maybe more than just a “crush”. Reminiscing back to times where he’d do something insignificant, like throwing an arm around me or planting a kiss on my cheek after a particularly good match; those little things were it all took for me to lay awake late at night, fantasizing about how badly I wanted him in my bed and all of the not-so-friendly things I’d picture him doing to me.

My thoughts were interrupted when I suddenly heard Cass saying my name, waving his large hand in front of my face. “Did ya hear me?” I blinked, glancing at the duo, both of them having looks of clear confusion on their faces.

Shit, I was completely zoning out without even realizing it. “S-sorry I uh, spaced out for a second there. Long day, you know? What were you saying?”

Cass raised an eyebrow at me, but ignored my odd behavior and repeated himself. “I said, did you want to come out to the club and celebrate with us tonight? The one around the corner from the hotel? We were gonna head there in a few hours if you’re up for it.”

“Sure! I was actually just about to head back to the hotel anyways. I can change and meet you guys there later.”

Cass opened his mouth to speak but the buzzing of his phone cut him off, chuckling when he glanced down and saw the message displayed on the screen. “Mella’s freakin’ out because she doesn’t know what to wear tonight.”

I giggled, picturing the blonde haphazardly rifling through her suitcase, throwing items of clothing across the room out of frustration. “Well that makes two of us then. Tell her backup will be arriving shortly.”

Enzo shot me a wink as he and Cass headed in the other direction to their own respective dressing rooms. “Can’t wait. See ya later then, doll.”

Trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in my stomach after he said that, I made my way out of the stadium and back to the hotel.

No sooner did I close the door to my room behind me did I hear a frantic knocking against it.

“Open up!!” On the other side stood Carmella, a handful of dresses squeezed tightly against her chest, practically bouncing in place as she waited for me to answer. She darted inside when I opened the door, tossing the dresses onto my bed. “Thank GOD you’re here girl, I’m having a frickin’ crisis.”

I laughed, dropping my bag in the corner. “So I’ve heard. I don’t know what to wear either so you’d better be planning on helping me out too.”

The blonde popped the gum she was chewing loudly, eyes dancing over each dress as she spread them out one by one. “I just really wanna wear somethin’ that’s gonna have Colin drooling the second he sees me! I narrowed it down to these few so gimme your honest opinion.”

I “hmmm’d” for a few seconds, “Let’s see,” as my eyes travelled over the dress, when I finally pointed to the one at the far end of the bed; fitted, strapless and and a dazzling shade of gold. “I know it’s not leopard but try that one on. Trust me, Cass won’t know what hit him.”

Ignoring my playful jab at her usual style of attire, Carmella nodded in affirmation and pulled her shirt up over her head. This was nothing new to me. Not just because of the countless times we’d changed together in the locker room back when we were in NXT together, but the fact that Mella was like a sister to me. Plus, she had been the one to introduce me to Enzo and Cass, which is why it bummed me out that she wasn’t on Raw with us. Being that she didn’t have a match on Smackdown tomorrow, she had come into town to support Enzo and Cass for their title run. “So any ideas on whatcha wanted to wear?”

I shrugged, opening the closet where the few dresses I had brought to the hotel with me hung, mostly for the purpose of any interviews or events that could potentially pop up last minute. “Not sure yet, I was hoping to get your input. You’re my go-to for fashion advice after all. And it’s been so long since I’ve gone out so I definitely wanna look good.”

She soon stood next to me, hands on her hips, making similar contemplative noises and continued to crack her gum between her teeth. “Mmm try that one on, ya look good in red. Plus I’m pretty sure it’s Enzo’s favorite color.” She sang the last sentence, adjusting the bottom of her dress.

I froze and turned towards her only to be greeted with the Cheshire-like grin that graced her bubblegum pink lips. “What does that have to do with anything?”

She shot me a puzzled glance, pulling the dress off of the hanger. “I’m trying to impress my man. Ain’t you trying to impress yours?”

I scoffed as she held the dress up against my still-clothed body, tilting her head to the side as she did so. The dress was fitted, low-cut and stopped just above the knees; definitely something a person would wear if they wanted to impress a certain someone. “He’s not my man, Mella. Enzo is just a friend.”

“Yep, this is the one,” she placed the garment in my hands, a skeptical look still painted on her features. “And I thought you and I told each other everything, hmm? Girl, I’m not blind! I’ve seen the way he looks at ya! There’s gotta be somethin’ there.”

With a sigh, I slid my yoga pants off of my legs and threw my tank top to the side, slipping the dress over my head. “You know how Enzo is-zipper, please?” Mella shuffled behind me, sliding the thin metallic piece up carefully as I continued. “He’s always flirty, that’s sort of his thing. Plus, we’re such good friends and I don’t wanna fuck that up, you know? So yeah wishful thinking, but never gonna happen.”

With her hands on my shoulders, the blonde spun me around so that we were now facing each other, giving me a once over. Seemingly ignoring my last statement, she smiled gently and said, “You look perfect. C’mon we still gotta figure out what shoes we’re wearin’.”

After helping each other with make-up and hair, Mella and I took a cab over to the club, the drive turning out to be about five minutes. I knew walking was a realistic option as well, but in heels we’d both be down for the count very quickly. As we stepped out of the car, I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little anxious to see Enzo’s reaction to my outfit. Soon after making our way inside the colorful, flashing lights above and the music pumping through the speakers invaded my senses. It had been far too long since a bunch of us had gotten together for a night like this and given the occasion, it was the perfect excuse.

We made our way to a VIP table in the corner sectioned off by velvet rope, which had already been commandeered by Sasha, Bayley, The New Day, and of course, Enzo and Cass. They definitely had a head start on Carmella and I judging by the glasses and bottles littering the table.

I watched as Cass planted a kiss on Mella’s lips, and leaned down to whisper something into her ear, probably about how amazing she looked tonight, which was evident by the blush on her cheeks and the smile on her face.

Enzo came towards me with a teasing smile on his face, speaking much louder than usual (which was saying something since he was always so loud) thanks to the thumping music. “Fashionably late, huh?”

I let out a laugh, shrugging my shoulders and trying my damnedest not to stare at him. Having changed out of his eccentric leopard-print ring gear (of which I was very fond of), he was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a tight black t-shirt, but accessorized heavily with an expensive looking watch and a chain, always finding a way to add a little bit of flashiness. “You know Mella. Plus I had to decide what to wear too, you know.”

Momentarily shifting her attention from Cass to Enzo and I, Carmella cupped her hand around her mouth, calling out, “Doesn’t she look great, ‘Zo?”

Enzo chuckled, eyes dancing over my ensemble. “Yeah. Yeah, you look amazin’. Red’s a real good color on ya, sweetheart.” Enzo briefly turned his back to grab something from the table, allowing me to shoot Carmella an “I can’t believe you did that” look, which she shrugged off, winking at me as Cass handed her a drink.

Enzo turned back around, a drink now in his hand that he passed off to me. “Here doll, got you a Jack and Coke to start ya off. You got some catchin’ up to do, though. Everyone else has been drinkin’ since we got here.”

I thanked him and took a rather large gulp, making my way over to the table to join and greet everyone else.

A few hours had passed since our arrival and it was safe to say I had definitely caught up. After the drink Enzo had bought me I had another. And another. Then I ended up doing a handful of shots with Sasha and The New Day, who I had experienced my fair share of drunken antics with since I’ve known them.

Whenever she could, Carmella would sneak by my side, whispering not so subtly into my ear, “Well?” or “Any progress?” which would be met with a resounding “no” every time. He was the same old Enzo, treating me more like a friend that he casually flirted with instead of a potential love interest; a touch or two here, a lingering look there, but nothing more. What was I expecting, after all; for him to pin me against the wall and kiss me in front of everyone? I sighed loudly at her third time around, parroting my words from before, “Never gonna happen, Mella! Let’s just have fun!” and continued drinking.

The last shot of whiskey I took didn’t have nearly as bad of a burn going down as it did when I started drinking. Xavier clapped me on the back with a hearty laugh, clearly impressed by my tolerance. “Look at you go, girl!! You want me to pour you another one?”

I shook my head no, laughing as Big E passed a shot to Sasha, who grimaced at first, but threw it back regardless. “I think I’m good for now you guys!”

Kofi chuckled, “Aw c’mon don’t be such a lightweight! I’ve seen you party before, I know you’re nowhere near done!” He held the empty shot glass towards me, nudging my arm.

Shakily, I got to my feet, “Later, I promise! I’m gonna go dance for a little bit!!” And after a few seconds of wobbling, I managed to keep my balance as I made my way to the dance floor with Sasha, joining Carmella and Bayley.

As my body moved with the beat of the song blasting through the speakers, Carmella danced next to me, having had her fair share of alcohol as well. She leaned towards me, trying to shout above the bass. “He hasn’t taken his eyes off ya since we got here! I swear to god, he totally wants you girl!”

It took me a few seconds to process what she had said, but sure enough I glanced over my shoulder back at the table and low and behold, Enzo was looking directly at me. As our eyes met, he shot me a smile, placing his empty drink on the table next to him.

With my newfound liquid courage, I shot him a wink, continuing to sway my hips from side to side. Why not, right? If he could flirt with me, who said I wasn’t allowed to flirt back? It was harmless, after all. From the corner of my eye, I saw him stand up and start to make his way over to me.

Carmella gasped in delight and took this as her cue to head back over to the table with Cass while Bayley and Sasha briefly wished me luck before they moved to the other side of the dance floor. Clearly Carmella had informed them of the situation with Enzo and figured this would be the perfect opportunity for me to be alone with him. Not that I particularly minded, of course.

I continued to dance alone, pretending not to notice that he was walking towards me until I felt him lightly press against me from behind. “Never knew ya were such a good dancer.”

I felt his hands position themselves on my waist as I peeked up at his face, which had that damned sexy smirk painted on it. Even though I was in heels, he was still almost a whole head taller than me. “Yeah, I’ve been told I’m pretty good.”

Enzo laughed, his lips close enough to my ear that goose bumps were beginning to form all over my body. “Oh yeah? Is that right?” I could smell the liquor on his breath and it almost made me want to kiss him more than usual. I could tell he was feeling buzzed, though still seemed to have a decently level head.

Nodding confidently, I continued my movements as nonchalantly as possible, as if I didn’t care if he was there or not, which couldn’t be further from the truth. “Why? Don’t believe me, Enzo?”

His grip on my waist didn’t loosen as I sensually danced against him, rolling my lower half so that it ever so slightly grazed his crotch. Through the jeans I could feel his arousal pressing against my ass.

He didn’t seem to hear, nor care about my question, which didn’t really need an answer judging by his reaction. “I know I said it before, but you look fuckin’ hot in this dress, sweetheart.”

I couldn’t help but giggle, leaning my head back into him so I was looking at him almost upside down. “Oh yeah? I don’t think you used the word “hot” before. But thanks. You’re lookin’ pretty hot yourself, babe.” I had dropped the pet name as a sort of challenge, trying to gauge his reaction.

He licked his lips, eyes glued to my form. “Hey I’m sayin’ it now, ain’t I? Doesn’t that count for something?”

I tried to casually shrug, but my body betrayed me and shivered the moment I felt his warm lips press against my neck gently, which earned a chuckle from him. “I-i guess so.”

Enzo moved his head back up to whisper into my ear. “Then let’s get outta here, huh? So I can let ya know how I feel ‘bout you in this dress. Whaddya say, doll?”

All I could do was nod as he took my arm and pulled me through the crowd of people. I only had time to glance in Carmella’s direction, knowing she’d kill me if I left without telling her, but she was nowhere to be found. Instead the one I spotted was Cass, who had a giant grin on his face, shaking his head in my direction as if to say, “Have fun, you crazy kids”.

We managed to catch a cab fairly quickly, riding in complete silence, making the merely five minute drive feel like an eternity. We scurried through the lobby to the elevator, the doors barely having time to close behind us before Enzo was on me.

Our lips were immediately fused together, his tongue exploring my mouth while his beard tickled my face as I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him as close to me as possible.

He pushed me against the wall, mouth attaching to my collarbone. “You look…so fuckin’ sexy in this dress…been thinkin’ about doin’ this all night, baby.” His lips found mine again in a fiery kiss, his hands firmly grasping onto my ass.

I writhed against him as he bit down lightly on my bottom lip, only stopping when the elevator dinged open, bringing us up to his floor.

After a few short strides down the hall, Enzo hurriedly tried to swipe the keycard, flinging the door open when it finally worked.

He unceremoniously shoved me onto the bed, practically throwing himself on top of me shortly after. Our lips reconnected as our hands began exploring one another, mine crawling underneath his shirt and his groping my ass, a silent sort of way of saying “This is gonna be mine”. He pulled away with almost a gasp for air, his voice a low, sensual whisper. “The dress is gonna have to come off, sweetheart. Don’t wanna go ruining it, do we?”

Before I could respond, I felt his hands bunch the fabric up and pull it up my thighs, causing me to groan when his fingers lightly brushed against my already wet slit.

His eyes met mine, his facial expression shifting from disbelief to pure arousal. “You ain’t wearin’ any panties, baby girl?”

I chewed my bottom lip, whimpering as one of his fingers worked its way inside of me, my walls clenching around the digit almost instantly. “O-oh shit Enzo.”

Clearly pleased at the sounds he was eliciting from me, he pecked me quickly on the lips before sinking lower, moving so that he was in between my legs.

I felt his beard brush against my inner thigh and I heard him mumble, “Gotta taste you, princess,” as he ran his flattened tongue up my folds, causing me to jolt from the sudden rush of pleasure.

Satisfied with my response, his tongue delicately began to circle my clit, while slipping another finger inside. He “mmm’d” when he felt my body quiver against his mouth, mumbling against my skin, “Tastes so fuckin’ good,” before continuing his actions, his pace borderline agonizing. His fingers began to curl inside of me while his tongue worked every last inch of my pussy, nibbling gently when he felt that he hit a rather sensitive area.

My hands found their way into his blonde hair, my eyes squeezing shut as I slowly began to feel my orgasm creep up on me. “E-enzo! Oh shit I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop!”

At hearing this, he began to pump his fingers into me hard and fast while still using his tongue to lap at my clit. My body began to shake as his speed became relentless, drawing a loud moan out of me as my orgasm ripped through my body, followed by several smaller shockwaves.

Enzo ceased his motions and moved back up, pressing his lips against mine in a sloppy kiss, allowing me to taste myself. He grinned when I began to lift his shirt up over his stomach, and assisted me by pulling it over his head the rest of the way. I sat back up in the meantime so he could tug the zipper of my dress down. I tore the fabric down and kicked it off right after my heels, over the other side of the bed, leaving me in just my lace red bra.

I couldn’t help but admire his well-toned body as he began to stand up to remove the rest of his clothing. It was no secret that Enzo was in good shape; besides seeing him wrestle, the two of us had gone to the gym together more times than I could count. But seeing him now, standing before me about to be naked was almost too much. “I think you’re still a little overdressed.”

Enzo laughed, unzipping his jeans and kicking them off, “Gotta fix that then,” which left him in only his tight leopard print boxer-briefs, his cock straining against the fabric, making a rather large tent.

“Still had to wear some leopard, huh?” I teased, biting my lip as my eyes trailed over his prominent hard-on.

Chuckling, his hands went to the straps of my bra, fiddling with them, “Maybe I wanted someone to see it. I know ya like my leopard ring gear, babe,” He hurriedly undid the clasp and tore my bra off of my body, dropping it to the floor. Giving my breasts a light squeeze, he gently rolled my nipples between his fingers, eyes glazed over with lust. “Oh shit…these are real fuckin’ nice baby…”

As he played with my breasts, I hooked my fingers in the band of his underwear and slowly slipped them down so they fell around his legs, trying my hardest not to flush red when his cock sprung free.

He seemed amused by the look that must’ve been on my face, humming when I moved my hand so that my fingers grazed over his erection ever so slightly. Grunting when my hand clasped around him, Enzo buried his face in my neck, peppering kisses wherever his mouth could reach. “Shit baby, don’t go teasin’ me now…”

Still recovering slightly from my orgasm, I sunk to my knees, giving him a few pumps with my hand before slowly taking him into my mouth. My eyes flicked upwards, meeting his as I ran my tongue over the entirety of his length, earning a loud moan from his throat. Not breaking eye contact, I swirled my tongue along the head for a few seconds before allowing him to slip past my lips once again. His hands buried themselves into my hair, tugging ever so slightly, as if to encourage the steady pace I began to build up as I bobbed my head up and down on his length.

Just as he hit the back of my throat, causing me to lightly gag around his cock, he pulled me back off of him and grabbed me by the arm, roughly jerking me back up towards him. “As much as I enjoy your mouth on me, I don’t think I can wait anymore. Gotta feel ya, baby.”

If possible, I felt myself grow even wetter at hearing the culmination of all of my thoughts about him coming from his mouth; this was practically everything I had ever wanted with him. Plus his accent made the words he was saying all the sexier. “Then don’t wait, Enzo. I need you-I’ve needed you for so fucking long.”

He embraced me again, this time softly and slowly, whispering against my kiss-swollen lips, “Hands and knees for me then, baby girl.”

I shuddered and immediately obeyed him, crawling on all fours, feeling him get onto the bed behind me, and jumping when he gently press his cock against my entrance. I clamped my eyes shut and waited for that blissful moment that I had literally been dreaming about, but it never came.

Instead I felt him run his right hand gently down my side until it reached my ass, squeezing roughly. “Beg me for it, baby. Gotta tell me how badly ya want it.”

This man was going to be the death of me; after all that’s been done now he was going to start teasing me? I whined when I felt him slowly running the head of his cock up and down my folds, clearly planning on waiting until I responded to his commands. “E-enzo, baby please. Please, I fucking want it- I want you so bad.”

That was apparently all he needed to hear as he immediately shoved his entire length inside of me, murmuring an “ah fuck” under his breath as he did so.

My back arched slightly as I felt a small, sharp jolt of pain, which faded considerably quickly as he began to move. “M-more! Oh fuck, please more, Enzo!”

He pulled almost entirely out of me before thrusting back in, filling me up completely. “Ugh you’re so tight, sweetheart.” The steady motions he was keeping with each thrust soon became more and more erratic.

With every movement into me he was hitting my g-spot head on, eventually causing my arms to give out underneath me, my face falling into the pillow as I fisted the sheets beneath me. You would think with the amazing work his tongue and fingers did that my body would be exhausted, but with each thrust I was already getting dangerously close to my second orgasm.

He must have felt it too because he took a fistful of my hair and yanked me back up, nibbling my earlobe as he did so. “You close baby? Gonna cum for me again?”

All I could do was nod, my mouth falling open as another strangled moan escaped from my lips, my back arched almost as far as it could.

Suddenly, he pulled out of me, flipping me over so that I was straddling him as he sat with his back against the wooden headboard. “Ride me, sweetheart. Wanna see the look on your face when you cum on my cock.”

I lifted myself slightly, just so I could sink back onto him yet again, a shudder going up my spine as I did. He fit me so perfectly, especially given the current position.

Enzo’s hands positioned themselves on my hips as I moved against him, bouncing in tandem with his upward thrusts. “Shit, Enzo baby you feel so fuckin’ good. Oh fuck, fuck- right there, oh my god!”

While I was content with being in control of the speed, Enzo was having none of it, tightening his grip on me and began pounding into me, my manicured nails digging into his shoulders and nearly drawing blood. “You like that baby? You like when I fuck this pussy?”

Practically sobbing with pleasure, I buried my face into his neck. He could’ve been asking me anything at this point and I would’ve agreed. “Y-yes! Oh fuck, so fucking much! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

He took this opportunity to tilt his head and to nip at my neck, only taking breaks to whisper dirty things into my ear. “You gonna cum for me, princess? You gonna fuckin’ cum all over my cock?”

I was completely lost as Enzo drove into me over and over again, holding onto him for dear life as a litany of “fucks” were spilling free from my lips.

“Ugh shit, ya feel amazin’,” Contrasting his rough pace, I heard him softly say my name, causing me to meet his lust-filled gaze. He removed one hand from my hip and dipped it between us, stroking my clit with barely any pressure at all. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for me.”

With the combination of his fingers and words, I cried out, feeling myself tighten and spasm around him as he continued his violent thrusts. After one, two, three more I heard him groan loudly as he came undone, emptying himself inside of me.

Saying that I was spent was an understatement as I rolled off of Enzo, collapsing into the white cotton sheets. My mind was buzzing with still tipsy thoughts while he laid beside me, clearly in the same, exhausted boat.

Enzo ran both hands over his face, smoothing his hair down and sighing heavily as he did so. “Babe that was…somethin’ else.”

I grinned up at him, cuddling up against one of the plush pillows. “I’d say so,” I was unsure if it was the alcohol that was still lingering in my system, or the two intense orgasms I had just experienced, but I felt a rush of drowsiness overcome me. As I closed my eyes and began to drift off to sleep, I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around me from behind.

The first thing to greet me the very next day were the harsh, unforgiving rays of sunlight that managed to sneak their way through the blinds. The bed sheets were a tangled mess around my naked body as I shifted to get a little more comfortable. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand I noticed it was almost 11:00 am, way later than I’m used to sleeping given my usually fully scheduled days, weeks, months, etc. Thankfully I had the day off today and I was prepared to do absolutely nothing.

“Mmm go back to sleep, princess.” A voice next to me murmured quietly.

I froze, my eyes moving to the source of noise next to me, who was yawning loudly, awakened by my tossing and turning no doubt.

It all suddenly came rushing back to me; the club, the plethora of drinks, then going to dance, essentially grinding against Enzo, making out in the elevator and fucking in his hotel room and passing out pretty much immediately after.

One would think that finally sleeping with the guy I had the biggest crush on, and quite literally making my dreams come true would have left me ecstatic, right? But for some reason, my chest tightened as last night’s events truly dawned on me and all I could feel was confusion and what I surmised was dread.

“Enzo?” Was all I managed to choke out. God, what was I supposed to even say to him? What was he going to say to me?

He let out a hum in response, clearly still half asleep as he turned over to meet my gaze. Had it not been for the confusing feelings in my head and heart, the adorable, sleepy grin on his face combined with the bedhead he had would have been all the convincing I needed for a round two.

Running a hand through my disheveled hair, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, willing myself not to cry. Stupid, I was so fucking stupid. “It’s…I just…I-I should probably leave.”

He sat up suddenly, giving me a look of confusion. “Leave? Why would you wanna leave?”

Rushing out of bed, I began searching for my clothes, only to remember I hadn’t worn any underwear, meaning I’d have to make the infamous “walk of shame” panty-less. I could only hope that no one would spot me on the way back down to my room, two floors below. “Look, I know we were both pretty drunk last night and I don’t want things to get weird so I think it’s best if I get going before this can get any worse.”

Standing up as well, revealing that he had put his underwear back on at some point, he handed me my bra that was peeking out from under the bed. “Woah, weird? Worse? Didn’t ya have fun last night, babe?”

Frustrated, I snatched my bra from him, clipping it back on, trying my best not to look at him. The look on his face right now was one of genuine hurt, and the continual pet names weren’t making it any easier for me. “That’s the problem, I did. Enzo, last night was so wonderful and everything was better than I could have ever asked for.”

He reached into his bag and tossed me a pair of plain black basketball shorts, “But…?” he urged me to continue, clearly not yet satisfied with my admittedly half-assed explanation.

I muttered a “thanks” and slipped them on. Surely this wouldn’t look as bad when I snuck back to my room, right? “But…ugh look Enzo, I really like you…as in a “more than a friend” sort of way. And the absolute last thing I ever wanted to do was ruin our friendship and…” I gestured to the pile of clothes on floor, still not daring to look at him, feeling the tears begin to well up in my eyes. “Look, do you have a shirt I can borrow too? I’ll…wash it and give it back another time I just-“

Enzo abruptly cut me off, crushing his lips against mine, a gesture that threw me off considering what I had just been trying to tell him. He broke apart, holding my face in his hands so that I was forced to meet his shocking blue eyes. “Look at me. Do you got any idea how long I’ve been waitin’ to hear you say that? Sheesh woman, you had me worried! For a second there I thought I had underperformed or somethin’.”

Eyes widened in surprise, I opened my mouth to speak again, when a sharp, loud knocking at the door reached both of our ears.

Digging through his bag quickly, Enzo slipped on a similar pair of basketball shorts and hastily threw me a t-shirt, going to answer the door and calling out, “I’m comin, relax!” to whoever stood on the other side.

I slipped it on; giggling when I saw the word “SAWFT” was printed across the front of the shirt, trying not to smile like an idiot at how much it smelled like him. This was definitely something I could get used to.

As the door opened, I was met with the sight of Carmella and Cass, fully dressed for the day.

Mella squealed, running past Enzo and throwing her arms around me. “Girl, look at you! Spending the night with ‘Zo without tellin’ me, you frisky little thing!”

Enzo spread his arms out, as Cass also made himself welcome in the hotel room, setting the tray of coffees he held down on the table. “Ohh! I’m right here! If ya gonna gossip about me, at least wait ‘til I’m gone or something! Sheesh!”

Mella dropped her arms from me and spun around to narrow her eyes at Enzo, only to deliver a series of slaps to his arm. “And if you EVER steal her away like that again, I’ll beat your ass! Do,” slap “you,” slap “know,” slap “how,” slap “worried,” slap “I,” slap “was!?”

Enzo flinched at the blonde’s sudden tirade towards him, lightly swatting her hands away. “Jeez alright enough with the slapping already! Cass, help me out here!”

I glanced over at Cass, giving him a skeptical look. “You saw us leave and you didn’t tell her?”

Cass chuckled, sipping his coffee. For the most part, he seemed extremely indifferent to the situation at hand. “Nah this was way funnier. Baby, baby, you can stop I think ‘Zo’s learned his lesson.”

Carmella’s mouth hung open, pointing a finger in her boyfriend’s direction, a look of outrage on her features. “Hold up, you knew about this too!? Am I really the last to find out!?”

In an attempt to appease her, I handed her the coffee with her name scribbled on the side, grinning sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Mella. I would’ve texted you or something if I knew. I hope you weren’t too worried.”

She crossed her arms, sighing rather dramatically. “I guess it ain’t your fault. But never mind that, I better get some details on last night! What happened to “Never gonna happen” huh?”

Enzo huffed loudly, gesturing to the door. “Alright, not that I ain’t thrilled to see the two of ya, but would ya mind? We just woke up and we’d like a little time alone if ya catch my drift.”

“Call ya later, girl.” Carmella nudged me slyly before moving towards the door.

Enzo held the two open for the pair, gesturing with his arms for them to move a little quicker. “C’mon, c’mon let’s go.”

As he shut the door behind our two early morning visitors, I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his mid-section, planting a kiss on his bare shoulder. I was going to keep my distance at first, but the conversation seemed like it had been going in a good direction. Plus, we had sorta slept together already. “So…what were you saying before?”

He turned around and scooped me up in his arms, carrying me back over to the bed and dropping me in the middle of the messy sheets. “I was sayin’,” he hovered over me, planting a kiss on my forehead.

“To keep this short, the feelings mutual, doll,” he placed another one on my nose, earning a giggle from me.

“In case you couldn’t tell, I’m really into ya.” Finally pressing his lips against mine, he hoisted me towards him so I was sitting in an upright position on his lap.

“That bein’ said, much as I enjoyed it, last night didn’t really count, ya know as a date. So I think I should take ya out on a real, official first date. Today. That uh, sound alright to you?”

Joyfully I nodded, my nose grazing against his ever so slightly. “I’d love that, Enzo. But we should probably shower before anything. Plus, I have to go back to my room to change since this outfit isn’t exactly “date” material.”

He wiggled an eyebrow at me suggestively, “Oh yeah? ”We”, huh? I like the sound of that, sweetheart. And personally, I don’t think you look half-bad in my clothes!”

I tried to wiggle out of his vice-like grip, wanting to desperately shower and change, but his arms were locked around my mid-section. Realizing my efforts were futile, I slumped back down, my lips turned down into a pout.

“Aw don’t gimme that look. You’re just mad that I proved ya wrong,” It was one of those moments where I felt like I was talking to his in-ring personality and not the actual Enzo.

I arched an eyebrow at him, a puzzled look on my face. “What do you mean?”

“Do the words “Never gonna happen” ring any bells, baby?” There was an undeniable air of smugness both in his words and on his face.

I flushed red, realizing Carmella had sort of unintentionally given me away there. “Hold on, it’s not like I didn’t want it to happen. I just never thought it would, that’s all.”

“Oh is that so? Did my baby girl lay awake at night dreamin’ of me?”

When I buried my face in his chest to hide my burning cheeks, he understood what the answer was and proceeded to crack up, “No way, babe! Seriously?”

I felt his chest vibrate with laughter as he gripped my shoulders and attempted to bring me back up to face level. “Hey, c’mon it’s not a bad thing! I’m just happy I wasn’t the only one is all.”

I huffed, rolling my eyes, playfully jabbing him in the chest. “Oh please, you’re just saying that so I don’t look like as big of a loser here.”

Still amused by my flustered state, he drew me in with another kiss. “I’m tellin ya, it’s the honest truth sweetheart! But if ya don’t believe me, that’s fine. We got the day off and I certainly don’t have any issues with provin’ ya wrong again.”

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Revenge: part 2

There was only one person you missed at this moment more than milos. It was his baby, Yousef. He had been married before and only after his divorce that he found out, his ex-wife was pregnant. You, him and the three loft mates were at the hospital the day Yousef was born. You remember that day very well. You were there the moment milos held his baby for the first time, you were there when he kissed his baby for the first time and you were there when milos cried for the first time in front of you. You’ll never forget that feeling you had. You wanted to hold that baby and hug him so hard till he became a part of you. The custody was split 70% to the mother and 30% to the father. Milos had Yousef two days a week only. He knew how much you loved that baby and he intentionally wouldn’t let you near him sometimes just to bug you. You would wake up when the baby cried at night, you would feed him, change his diaper, give him a bath and put him to sleep. You took care of his baby just like his mother would. You couldn’t help but feel like you loved Yousef more than you loved milos. Yousef became your favorite name. You would take a day or two off work when he came, you would cancel plans when he came, you would stay up all night if he didn’t feel like sleeping. For some reason you never understood why milos would get so angry if Yousef slept in your arms and not in his, if Yousef smiled to you and cried when he took him. He would scream at you if he saw you feeding his baby or even bathing him. ��Don’t touch my baby! The nanny will do it.’…

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You found a place of your own that cost about double your rent at the loft but it was your only option and you had to take it. You searched for other places but you had very limited time and financially you couldn’t spend money on a hotel for more than three days tops. It was a cute one bedroom apartment with a kitchen built within the living room. You didn’t visit the dorm after what happened. So, Sara - one of the people who lived with you- packed your remaining clothes and furniture and sent them to you via the truck service you had already paid for.

Two weeks passed…

These two weeks were agonizing, the same feeling you had when you arrived first into the country. Alone, confused, rushed and hurt. You rethought your decisions several times and mentally stabbed yourself for leaving. ‘I could have stayed’, ‘maybe I should apologize and go back’, ‘what if I never see Yousef again?’ tears upon tears of regret and nights upon nights of broken sleep. You weren’t used to your new home, you didn’t like it. You wanted your old home. You wanted to wake up in the morning to the sound of the shower already running, Sara singing in the kitchen while filling the coffee machine, milos rushing because he was always late and George waiting for you so you could prepare breakfast and have your morning coffee together. They were the only family you had after your real family abandoned you and stopped receiving your calls. . In fact, they were the closest thing you ever had to a family and it hurt that you had left like that.  All you do now is lay in bed all day, eat cup-a-noodles and listen to depressing Sonata Arctica music. The apartment was always silent and you watched yourself as you fell into the dark side. You found yourself returning into your old habit of smoking and slowly started to feel ugly and worthless. You spoke to no one, went nowhere and definitely didn’t try to go out and make friends.

George and the others would text you constantly.  The amount of times they asked you to give them your address so they could visit you was countless. You were too scared he would come with them if they came. You weren’t going to let him see you so wrecked and vulnerable although you convinced yourself that you really weren’t.

You were laying in bed, messy hair, haven’t showered in four days with empty chocolate wrappers spread out on the floral duvet that Joshua - youngest in the loft - got you for your birthday last year. Your phone rang and when you looked at it, it was George. You ignored his calls three times, one after the other and finally glanced at the phone when a message ping sounded the dark room.

‘I found out your address! We are on our way to your place’

Your heart jumped and your eyes grew open. You didn’t know what to do first! Take a shower? No, clean up first! Open the windows to refresh the air in the apartment? No, comb your hair first! You ran from corner to another cleaning up and vacuuming the floor. Soon you jumped into the shower and scored the fastest shower to have ever been taken. You were soon dressed up, hair up in a ponytail and house smelling like the lavender candle you burned before showering.  You sat on your couch with your hands holding your head still. Where you excited? Where you worried? You didn’t know how to feel … ‘he’s coming!’ your body tenses at the idea of seeing him in a few minutes and you find yourself eyeing the cigarette box. ‘I’ll smoke one before they come’ you thought to yourself as you picked a cigarette out and lit it. Two minutes passed and you heard a knock on the door. You jump immediately from where you were siting almost burning the carpet with the cigarette that flew away from your hand. You came to the door and immediately opened it. The first one you saw was Joshua that didn’t spear a single moment and hugged you at the spot. His hug was so warm and you couldn’t help but realize how much you have actually missed them. He broke the hug and there you saw George and Sara standing behind. You took one look at them and you could immediately see how similar they felt. They both hugged you and went right into the living room that was small enough to be a meter away from the door. You stood there eyeing the entrance and then shot them a look. George saw you still standing and stood there looking at you while the others roamed around the living room and the kitchen not even realizing that you were still at the door.

“He’s not coming. He refused to come. Am really sorry” he said.

You slowly shut the door, trying to look as unbothered as possible but only if they could see how you really felt… you wanted to scream so loud and just cry and let all of these build up feelings inside. He stood there knowing exactly how you feel but not knowing what he could do to help you out. You feel the tears start to pool in your eyes so you excuse yourself and rush towards the bathroom. George followed you slowly while Sara and josh were still doing god knows what. You stood there leaning towards the sink as you could no longer control your tears or the weakness that was starting to form in your knees. You felt two hands press against your chest and lean you back into a hug. You knew it was George. He always knew how you felt.  He saw how much you cared, he saw how you loved and he saw how much you were hurting. But all he could do was hug you until you felt a little better…

 After three hours, you were on the floor with pillows scattered all around. Still laughing, talking and joking around with all three of them still there. It hit mid night and they got up to leave. You wanted them to stay but you didn’t ask them to.  They promised to keep visiting you and threatened to torture you if you kept ignoring their calls. George hugged you extra tight before leaving and told you that he’ll always be there if you ever needed him but you shrugged him off to assure him that you’re strong enough and that you’re ok, but he knew you more than anyone in this world. More than milos and more than any of the others. He knew how you really felt.

The following week, they came a couple of times. The first time, you didn’t answer the door. You stood beside the door and knelt down, your back pressing against the wall and your head dropped between your knees as you felt your heart clench and relax, and your back shaking. You couldn’t take the loneliness and isolation anymore but you still didn’t want to see them. You didn’t want to talk or laugh or do anything. You just wanted them to go away along with your feelings and your wake. The second time, you told Sara that you had work and that you weren’t going to be home early that day. You didn’t care if they sensed that you were lying to them, you just didn’t care at the moment. You just wanted to sleep and wake up the next day hopefully feeling better.

The morning sun was so bright. It filtered through your curtains and filled your whole apartment with the warmth that it had been lacking for the past few weeks. You opened the window and stood still, eyes to the sky. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about religion and god although you were an atheist. You asked god that if he really existed to make you feel better and to hear your parent’s voices because you missed these heartless bastards.

The afternoon sun peered into the apartment and you felt a sudden craving for strawberries. You haven’t craved any food for a long time. In fact, you barely ate. You didn’t bother changing your pajama pants; you slipped on a top coat and headed to the supermarket that was fifteen minutes away from your place.

 You looked pale, tired and sick. Maybe it was only in your head but you definitely felt that people were staring at how awful you looked. Once you entered the supermarket, you ran into the fruits aisle and searched for the strawberries. ‘What the hell! So expensive’ you said to yourself and then jumped forward in fright when you heard someone from behind say ‘well yeah! Berries are always expensive’ you looked behind and found this really good looking man. Tall, wide shoulders and gorgeous brown eyes. After you got over how mesmerizing he was, you couldn’t help but realize how dumb his remark was. You didn’t say a word and turn back around to face the strawberries.  “Did you try these fresh strawberry pies they’re selling in the baking section?” you turned again to face him and attempted to give him the ‘try me one more time’ stare but completely failed when you saw his smile. He was really cute so you smiled back. He held your wrist and started dragging you into the baking section while babbling about how delicious those pies were. You were so confused and amazed at how much courage he has to come up and drag you like that. You didn’t feel like resisting or pulling back. After all, the poor man just too passionate about those pies. You’re starring between the aisles as he drags you to the other side of the supermarket.  You can’t help but completely freeze when you thought you saw a figure you knew.’ Was it him? What is he doing here? Oh my god, he can’t see me like this!’ you were screaming on the inside and you found yourself dragging the man now by how much your speed came up.  ‘Did he see me? He glanced when I passed by!’

You stood there; you’re back towards the aisles and your face down starring at pies. You glance up to see the man turn behind the counter and you mentally slapped yourself when you realized that his shirt had the name of the bakery on it. He worked there! You stood there eyeing him while he was convincing you of the pie’s quality and you didn’t dare move. At the moment, you start praying silently to whoever was in charge that the man wasn’t milos and if it was him, that he didn’t recognize you.  You tried to waste as much time as you can in the bakery section but sooner or later you had to take the pie and leave. So you do. The moment your body turned to the opposite side. You didn’t dare move as you saw him starring. Your legs gave up on you and stopped responding to your requests. MOVE! You screamed at yourself as you stood there. Secretly wanting him to come up to you and apologize but knowing too well that who you were longing for was the coldest person you’d ever met. Your legs finally gave in and you took one step towards him. He derails and starts speed walking towards the exit. You knew he wouldn’t talk to you … he left you there and just ran away. How selfish and mean.

 After taking a hot shower, you wore a comfy nightgown and sat on your bed to read a book. It was late and you just wanted to sleep. ‘I should have slapped him!’, ‘then again, am the one who kissed him and ran away’ , ‘yes but he terrorized me so he deserves it’ , ‘maybe we are both wrong’, ‘ no! I hate him’…  

Too busy having an argument with yourself that you barely missed the sound of the knock on your door. You got out of bed and slowly towards the door. ‘It’s late!’

“Who is it? “

No answer. You groaned and finally opened the door slightly and peeped in between. Upon what you have been, you bounced off the door and open it completely and he comes in. you stood there eyeing him and down, not knowing how to react or move. All you knew is that you wanted him, you longed for his touch for so long, and you wanted him to say something. Anything!

“Aren’t you going to close that door? “He glared at you and you compiled.  He started to walk around the living room. Eyeing it up and down.

Your blood was boiling. Your heart was beating so fast, you could swear it started to literally tear through your skin. ‘Why did I let him in? Am I stupid!’ you stood there starring at him. He turned around and eyed you up and down slowly moving forward. And then only that you realized, you were still in nothing but your short nightgown. “Oh am sorry, let me change” you immediately turned around heading towards your room. At that moment, he caught your wrist with one of his hands and slammed your back to the wall. He was so rough; your back almost broke in half. “What the hell?” you screamed but he didn’t flinch. He took the other wrist in his hand and pinned it to the wall beside your head. His grip was too strong and it immediately started to sting. You wiggled your wrist around but that made his grip tighter. “Move! You’re hurting me”. He was so unbothered.’ That bastard’ you thought to yourself. You thought of knee kicking his privates but it’s like he sensed what you were going to do so he leaned his entire lower body against yours so you couldn’t move anymore. You grew frustrated and slowly you were starting to cry.

“Milos say something” it came out as a sob and he finally looked into your eyes. His eyes were too kind Like he was suffering as well but you weren’t going to let it get to you. “I hate you “you said quietly before he leaned his forehead on yours and said “liar!” you glare at him and try to push him off one last time before he inched forward to kiss you. You turn your head to the left and then to right, running away from his lips. He groans and holds both your wrists in one hand and painfully grabbed your jaw in another. He tried to kiss you again but you hid your lips and shut your eyes. “Please “you heard him say it. “Tell me how you feel milos ““no” ”then get off” “no” you tried to shove his body off yours again and his cheek leans against yours and your immediately feel the wetness. ‘Is he crying?’ you froze and he knew you felt it. “Tell me how you feel milos” he didn’t reply “please “you were sobbing at this point. He wasn’t even looking at you. His forehead leaned against the wall and your chin was resting on his shoulder. “You know how I feel ““no I don’t… tell me “he didn’t reply and you stopped pushing him away. He moved him forehead off the wall and onto yours. You looked into his eyes and leaned towards his lips signaling to him that it was okay to kiss you now. He did. The kiss was hungry and passionate. You needed to touch him but as much as you pulled on his hands, he wouldn’t let go like he was scared you would run away. You couldn’t breathe anymore so you had to break the kiss and his forehead landed on yours again. The air in the apartment was warm and tense. “I love you “

He said it … he finally said it. You felt your heart melt and you wanted to laugh like a crazy person but you didn’t. You leaned in again and he kissed you. He slowly let go of your wrists and carried you to the room. You felt yourself let go. You didn’t resist any longer, you didn’t fight him, and you didn’t push him away.  You wanted him more than he wanted you and now that he was here, you weren’t going to let him go. The dark room was filled with moans and gasps for a long time as you gave in completely…

------x

The sun tickled your now marked skin and you wake up, your head laying into his touch. You lift your head and he was looking at you. You smiled to him “good morning” he smiled back. You lifted your head to kiss him but he moves his face and gets off the bed. “Where are you going?” you lift your body so you could see him properly as he starting dressing up quickly.

“Milos?” he continued wearing like he wasn’t listening to you. He finished and looked at you while standing close to the door.

“Next time you think you’re strong enough to slap me, remember how needy you were for my touch yesterday “he said it with a dirty grin on his face as he exited your apartment leaving behind nothing but the smell of sex and regret.

--x—

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WWE's Product Declining

World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) is a really popular name. This company deals in wrestling. The stadium of WWE is the playground for the world wrestlers that include some heavyweight performers that are big.

WWE is a company that is publicly traded. This sport business is engaged in media such as TV, Web and live events.

Earlier this business was called WWF (World Wrestling Federation). WWE also have offices in cities such as Toronto, New York, Los Angeles, and London and has its headquarters in Stamford, Connecticut.

Brands - WWE works under three brands - ECW Raw and Smakdown.

Direction - Vince McMahon, who is the chairman of the organization and his wife Linda McMahon heads WWE, is the CEO of the business. Their children also handle some sections of the company.

Merchandises - Out of the WWE merchandises, WWE action figures would be the most well-known ones.

A large quantity of royalty is awarded to the WWE to manufacture these action figures.

You will find WWE action figures that are based on most of wrestlers that function on the floor of WWE, today. However, not all of them are famous.

Below are the 5 WWE action figures -

1. WWE Jeff Hardy Action Figures - The known WWE wrestler Jeff Hardy was born on 31st August, 1977. Jeff is signed with WWE and also wrestles under WWE's SmackDown brand. The ideals of Jeff Hardy were The Ultimate Warrior in his childhood and Shawn Michaels.

He is not simply a wrestler, but his WWE action figures are sold in number.

Jeff Hardy was 16 when he joined the WWE as a jobber. His first fight was against the renowned wrestler Razor Ramon. Though, he joined WWE as a jobber, but there are many Jeff Hardy action figures offered that no one can say he was a jobber at one time. These statues are based on his various fights he fought in the ring.

2. WWE Rey Mysterio Action Figures - Everyone understands Rey Mysterio and about his jumping style. Rey are his WWE action figures and therefore is one of the WWE wrestlers. Though he's a Mexican, but he's popular all. Rey Mysterio was created on 11th December. He wrestles under the WWE SmackDown brand. Rey is the Intercontinental Champion. WWE Rey Mysterio figures are remarkably popular among his fans and they look out for new versions very often. His action figures derive from his amazing stunts.

3. WWE Kane Action Figures - The WWE wrestler Kane is the Undertaker's brother. Both the brothers fight under a group 'Brothers of Destruction'. Kane is a respected name in the WWE ring. He has got some hazardous abilities that help him defeat his opponents. The name of the wrestler is Glenn Thomas Jacobs. Kane was born on 26th April. The Kane amounts are offered in a variety of versions. Toy companies cash the relationship. The Kane figures are not only famous in the states, but also in different parts of the planet.

4. WWE John Cena Action Figures - John Cena is the title of a individual. John Cena is a professional wrestler and he has also some other pursuits like movies and hip hop songs. He performed in a rap album 'You Can Not See Me'. This album did well in the music charts. John has been part of two movies - The Marine and 12 Rounds.

The handsome wrestler's title is John Felix Anthony Cena. Currently John Cena is signed with WWE.

John Cena was the 5 times World Champion. John Cena figures are offered as has countless fans throughout the planet. Every month, Toy companies release new WWE John figures. WWE John Cena actions figures are launched following his each fight in the ring.

5. WWE The Undertaker Action Figures - Only the name of the fantastic Wrestler is enough to threaten his rivals - the Deadman. This world famous wrestler was created on 24th March. His name is Mark William Calaway. The Undertaker was wrestling under the brand of WWE. Since 2007 he's dormant at WWE because of a severe arm injury. But the undertaker action figures are sold throughout the world in massive amounts. The undertaker is a high number of people's favorite and that is why they like to accumulate the exact figure toys of the Undertaker. There are several versions of WWE undertaker figures today.

Boasts of wrestling superstars. With offices located in Stamford, Connecticut, the WWE company has climbed to be the most well-known sports entertainment business. The company is one of its type. The magic of arenas and record watchers create the WWE attractive to the common men and women. These are famous equally among children and adults. As far as children are concerned they can let you know each WWE wrestler's history. This is the magic of the game.

This is a result of its popularity WWE posters are very famous nowadays. Proceed to any gym or in a area of a youngster, it is possible to discover large size posters of WWE superstars along with the fight statistics. Although everyone knows that these struggles are fake fights. Every wwe wrestlers corpsing on tv movement is scripted. But still they're highly exciting. Matches are also like who will win predetermined. A wrestler understands that he assume to triumph and another suppose to lose. Their sole job is to reflect on a exciting and nice show. This is what they do at the WWE.

These wrestlers are masters but they do it with all the ease to never even harm their opponent. You can find many of these moves in the WWE posters. These are posters of those wrestling superstars who have contributed a lot to be a WWE wrestler. All these people today will need to be acrobat, stunt man, an athlete as well as an actor. In fact it takes a long time to learn how to be a wrestler that is fantastic. The WWE organization has a farm system where wrestlers that are budding get coaching that they'd make it.

WWE needs to repair their overall company product soon, or their company might not be around for too long.

If you've been paying attention to the WWE product as of late, you have understood that it's falling. No thrilling or compelling storylines are being produced. No main event wrestlers are being made, to make it worse. Then the company will surely go under if Vince McMahon has been permit this to happen.

Some folks begin pointing fingers that WWE has chosen to go after. Then it, should you fall under this category of WWE fans. WWE was family friendly except for the old era phase which to be able to survive, the firm had to input for its time in company.

He could easily create storylines if Vince wanted to. He established this in the past in the 1980s to 90s. But the stuff that's been put on television for the last three decades, was of quality.

It appears like the team throws together the storylines without much idea in the last minute. It is clearly evident because of the PPV buy-rates that are declining every year. In fact an alarming 16 percent were fallen by the numbers. WWE's investors were impressed.

Another problem is that WWE focuses on no other branch. Every other branch in the company (mid-card, diva's tag team, etc) is no more applicable. This is A way to work. This is only one of the reasons why WCW dropped.

Creating new event wrestlers looks like a problem for WWE. Wrestlers that have so much potential are hurried to soon into the main event scene or else they get the chance to get their. I'm not sure why WWE is not employing the slow development root which is how they've produced most of their wrestlers that are main-stream. It entails slowly building up the credibility of a wrestler and it can be easily broken into by them, once their in the primary event level.

If you're searching for the ideal WWE Halloween Costumes we can help, you locate it. Why? As we're mad about WWE, the wrestlers involved in the outfits and also it that they wear. 1 positive factor about every one of these costumes is how comfortable they are...after all they're wrestling clothing. If you are currently searching for the perfect Halloween costume, then you're a big WWE fan and you want a costume that's different. . Look at these options.

In the following article, we'll talk about three WWE Halloween Costumes. These three are Ray Mysterio 'The Little Man', The Undertaker 'The Demon of ' Death Valley' and Stone Cold Steve Austin, 'The Texas Rattlesnake'. Take a look at our ideas if you don't already know who your favorite character is...then your choice to get a Halloween costume will be easy.

Ray Mysterio 'The Biggest Man' - Rey Mysterio is famous because of his many moves such as the Air Mysterio, the 619, the Position Shiranui and the Victory Roll. Rey Mysterio is an enjoyable costume idea for Halloween and a fantastic WWE wrestler.

This costume includes a top with tattoo sleeves and a muscle chest, printed black and white pants that have the Mysterio symbols on that Rey Mysterio mask that is renowned and them.

It comes in children's sizes small, medium and big and is a set that is washable.

The Undertaker, also known as 'The Demon of ' Death Valley' will probably be ready to mix it up the person that is dead is going to be walking, and the man of pain will leave competitions! So that you may do exactly the same, get the Undertaker costume today.

The Undertaker costume has a black shirt with exposed muscles around the chest, a black trench coat, brown hair and that classic black Undertaker hat he's so famous for...

The Undertaker has some trademark wrestling moves that won him over a few battles in the ring as you probably know. These motions include the big boot, the Dragon sleeper, the Fujiwara arm-bar and the Choke-slam...one of his more famous finishing moves.

Costume is a set that's washable and it comes in children's sizes large, medium and small.

Or will it be the Stone Cold Steve Austin, 'The Texas Rattlesnake' costume which you enjoy the best? Stone Cold won the King from the Ring and winning the King in the Ring, nicely, that is something to brag about.

Our Stone Cold costume is a set that has a torso piece with a imitation leather vest that is attached.

Stone Cold Steve Austin completed more than a few of his competitors with moves like the Back Body Drop, the Spine-Buster, the Superplex and the Stone Cold Stunner.

The vest has the skull display print onto it, a symbol of Austin.

In addition you get a bald cap , black wrist bands and shorts so you will look just like Steve Austin while you eliminate the contest in that Halloween costume competition!

Costume comes from children's sizes large, medium and small and is hand washable.

WWE Halloween Costumes are currently currently going to become popular this Halloween, and if you're a WWE fan, this is the costume theme for you. You can locate John Cena in kid's sizes. WWE costumes come in adult sizes too and they comprise the ones we mentioned above plus The Iron Sheik, Rowdy Roddy Piper and the Sgt. Slaughter Adult Costume.

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Visit Sudan as a solo female traveler

If you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that I always try to show the potential of countries which tend not to be on the bucket list of the ordinary traveler.

The only reason I try to promote them is because I really think they are great, awesome and, most important, they can be perfectly safe. Lebanon, Pakistan, and Sudan, among many others, deserve to be discovered because it’s here where you will meet the most hospitable people and live the most ultimate experiences ever.

However, over the last year, I’ve been receiving countless emails from brave women, full of enthusiasm and wanderlust, who really wanted to discover these countries. Yet, all of them showed one concern:

What do you think about going there as a solo female traveler?

That made me think. From Sudan to Kurdistan, all the countries I travel to are clearly dominated and ruled by Muslim men who, on most occasions, don’t even know how to deal with women, especially if they are foreign. This means that women will, definitely, have a completely different experience than men.

Throughout my travels, I’ve met several solo women who told me amazing things about their experience in the Middle East and Central Asia. Nevertheless, I was disappointed because I could never give an accurate response because it was not my personal experience.

For this reason, I decided to open a solo female traveling section on my blog, to help women get to know the reality of traveling solo in these countries.

That’s how I met Zaina, the creator of World of Dancers, an online community of art lovers, and a woman from Finland who visited Sudan recently. She told me about her journey through this north African country and I thought that it would be an amazing opportunity to interview her, so she could tell us everything about her joy, love, fears, concerns and overall experience when she visited Sudan as a solo female traveler.

For all the practical information, read: A travel guide to Sudan (Itinerary + Tips)

  Please, describe, in a couple of sentences, your experience when you visited Sudan. 

Sudan is wild and real. It has some real gems to show the traveler who’s willing to jump through the hoops to get there. I’m so glad I went.

  What made you decide to visit Sudan?

I love traveling Africa, and I’m slightly obsessed with the Sahara. Still, Sudan was never on my radar. I knew getting the visa was difficult, and there weren’t many good months in the year for travel because of the harsh climate.

Then, a good friend of mine took a three-month UN assignment in Khartoum, the capital of Sudan. It was now or never. I thought I would just fly in and out of the capital, but when all was said and done, the only reasonable way to get the visa was in Aswan (Egypt). So I ended up doing a Cairo to Khartoum overland journey, with many stops along the Nile in Sudan. It was a 45-day trip. 

Remember that, because of the USA sanctions, popular travel insurance companies, such as World Nomads, don’t cover Sudan, unfortunately. Therefore, the one I strongly recommend is IATI Insurance, a very professional company that offers full coverage for Sudan, with a wide range of different plans, even for budget travelers and backpackers. Moreover, the readers of Against the Compass will get a 5% discount. Buy it through this link and get your 5% discount(you will see the discount after calculating the quote)

  Sudan is a conservative country which is ruled by men. Why did you decide to visit Sudan as a solo female traveler?

Let’s see: I don’t have a brother, I don’t have a boyfriend, my husband had to work…

Seriously speaking, I’ve traveled alone for years and years, so that didn’t faze me. 

  What was the first reaction of locals when they saw you? 

Besides ”Hey, Khawaja” (foreign chick)?

There were definitely some surprised reactions on the streets and confused looks at bus stations. The immigration guy on the boat I used to cross the border, from Aswan to Wadi Halfa, straight up asked me ‘what I had in Abri’, the town which was my first stop, and why I came alone. The thing is, there is nothing you can say that would truly explain the inexplicable. In this part of the world, women travel alone only when it’s absolutely necessary: to see family in another town, seek medical treatment, something along those lines. A foreign girl roaming around foreign lands for fun, it’s something bizarre and even suspicious.

  Sudanese men are not used to hanging out with women. When you were traveling by bus, did men feel awkward when they had to sit next to you? 

Culturally, the Sudanese are more African than Arab, so the rulebook is a little different. In true Arab lands, they would never try to seat a woman between two men, for example. When that happened in Sudan, I protested and asked for the window seat. I would do the same everywhere in the world, there’s just no reason a woman should be squeezed between men. Good thing is, in Sudan, it’s not difficult to get what you want. The people are immensely helpful and accommodating.

  Sudanese people are famous for their hospitality. When I visited Sudan, I was invited to tea, food and even to stay in their houses, continuously. As a woman, did you feel the same? However, did you hesitate sometimes?

I did visit a couple of homes, invited by a hotel owner or a local woman. The same common sense rules apply here as anywhere else: it would not be polite for men to invite strange women into their house, unless it’s made absolutely clear their wife and family are at home.

  Did you experience any kind of privilege just because you were a woman?

Sure! The more conservative the place, the bigger the woman privilege. I have no qualms about asking for what I need, and men rarely refuse to help women. It offsets the challenges we face a little bit.

An example of the solo woman privilege on this trip is the overnight boat I took from Egypt to Sudan. I bought a first class ticket, which gets you a bed in a two-person cabin. I knew I would have the entire cabin to myself: once they sell me a ticket they cannot put a man in there with me, and it would be highly unlikely there is another woman traveling alone, especially in first class.

  And what about the disadvantages? Did you have any limitations just because you were a woman?

For me, the main disadvantage is always the attention on the streets – which in Sudan wasn’t particularly intense. Being stared at by men – and in countries like Sudan, 90% of people out in public, and working at hotels, shops, and restaurants are men – has a way of wearing me down, so I limit the time I roam the streets or else I start getting irritable.

The line of questioning by curious locals, well-intended as it is, follows a pattern: What are you doing here, how old are you. Are you married’ – if you answer ‘yes’, do you have children, if you answer ‘no’, why not. There are times when you’re not in the mood for explaining your personal life to strangers. I doubt male travelers receive the same kind of appraisal, or at least not as quickly.

  What do you recommend to wear and bring when traveling in Sudan as a woman?

It’s a good idea to bring your own shampoo and especially conditioner, and other essential cosmetics and hygiene products. They tend to be imported and pricey.

As far as clothing, it’s best to wear loose clothes that cover your arms and legs. I always prefer being safe than sorry in this department – I’m so much more comfortable being stared at when I know there isn’t much to see besides my foreign face. A headscarf is not mandatory, but I wouldn’t have my hair flowing freely in the wind, either.

I mostly dressed in baggy Thailand tourist pants and hoodies. A long, wide cotton skirt is not very practical in northern Sudan because it’s quite windy. A better option is a long, stretchy skirt and a pair of leggings, which worked great for me in Mauritania.

Easy to sit on the floor cross-legged, and even as the wind blows, the skirt clings to the leggings enough to keep it from flying away. In Khartoum, I went out in a T-shirt when I was with other people. 

Sudanese women in the small towns typically dress in colorful, narrow dresses topped with a tob, a wrap-around cloth similar to the West African melhafa. While beautiful, the tob requires frequent yanking and rearranging to stay on. For them, it’s easy, I for one need my clothes to stay on without any effort on my part.

  Would you recommend Sudan to other female travelers? 

Northern Sudan is a perfectly suitable and safe destination for women. It is, however, a place best enjoyed with a bit of experience in Africa travel, as well as some understanding of Arab culture. Accommodation and facilities outside the capital are quite basic, so be ready for those shared squat toilets.

Travel between towns is surprisingly comfortable, with air-conditioned minibusses and good roads. Even basic knowledge of Arabic language, numbers and such, will be hugely helpful, although the Sudanese dialect is quite different from others.

I visited Sudan in October, and I only encountered one other traveler in my two weeks. At each pyramid and temple, I had the place to myself, which was nothing short of magical. If, like me, you love Africa, Arabia, and the Sahara, you simply must go!

  Further advice for visiting Sudan as a solo female traveler

Travel insurance – Because of the USA sanctions, popular travel insurance companies, such as World Nomads, don’t cover Sudan. Therefore, I strongly recommend IATI Insurance, a very professional provider that offers full coverage for Sudan, besides having a wide range of plans for any kind of traveler and budget. Furthermore, Against the Compass readers can get an exclusive 5% discount.

BUY IT THROUGH THIS LINK TO GET YOUR 5% DISCOUNT!

Further reading – Here you can read all my articles about Sudan

 Zaina Brown is the creator of World Of Dancers, an online community of art lovers, and the author of upcoming travel memoir “Fire In The Belly“. She’s a professional bellydancer, relentless traveler, writer, and filmmaker. Zaina’s documentary “Traveling Bellydancer in India“ (2015) is the winner of the Canadian ACCOLADE AWARD. She is currently based in Hua Hin, Thailand. Follow her on Facebook and Instagram.

  Would you like to be interviewed or write a guest post for Against the Compass? I am looking for solo women travelers who have been to the Middle East, Central Asia and Pakistan. Send me your proposals at joan@againstthecompass.com

    source http://cheaprtravels.com/visit-sudan-as-a-solo-female-traveler/

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Visit Sudan as a solo female traveler

If you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that I always try to show the potential of countries which tend not to be on the bucket list of the ordinary traveler.

The only reason I try to promote them is because I really think they are great, awesome and, most important, they can be perfectly safe. Lebanon, Pakistan, and Sudan, among many others, deserve to be discovered because it’s here where you will meet the most hospitable people and live the most ultimate experiences ever.

However, over the last year, I’ve been receiving countless emails from brave women, full of enthusiasm and wanderlust, who really wanted to discover these countries. Yet, all of them showed one concern:

What do you think about going there as a solo female traveler?

That made me think. From Sudan to Kurdistan, all the countries I travel to are clearly dominated and ruled by Muslim men who, on most occasions, don’t even know how to deal with women, especially if they are foreign. This means that women will, definitely, have a completely different experience than men.

Throughout my travels, I’ve met several solo women who told me amazing things about their experience in the Middle East and Central Asia. Nevertheless, I was disappointed because I could never give an accurate response because it was not my personal experience.

For this reason, I decided to open a solo female traveling section on my blog, to help women get to know the reality of traveling solo in these countries.

That’s how I met Zaina, the creator of World of Dancers, an online community of art lovers, and a woman from Finland who visited Sudan recently. She told me about her journey through this north African country and I thought that it would be an amazing opportunity to interview her, so she could tell us everything about her joy, love, fears, concerns and overall experience when she visited Sudan as a solo female traveler.

For all the practical information, read: A travel guide to Sudan (Itinerary + Tips)

  Please, describe, in a couple of sentences, your experience when you visited Sudan. 

Sudan is wild and real. It has some real gems to show the traveler who’s willing to jump through the hoops to get there. I’m so glad I went.

  What made you decide to visit Sudan?

I love traveling Africa, and I’m slightly obsessed with the Sahara. Still, Sudan was never on my radar. I knew getting the visa was difficult, and there weren’t many good months in the year for travel because of the harsh climate.

Then, a good friend of mine took a three-month UN assignment in Khartoum, the capital of Sudan. It was now or never. I thought I would just fly in and out of the capital, but when all was said and done, the only reasonable way to get the visa was in Aswan (Egypt). So I ended up doing a Cairo to Khartoum overland journey, with many stops along the Nile in Sudan. It was a 45-day trip. 

Remember that, because of the USA sanctions, popular travel insurance companies, such as World Nomads, don’t cover Sudan, unfortunately. Therefore, the one I strongly recommend is IATI Insurance, a very professional company that offers full coverage for Sudan, with a wide range of different plans, even for budget travelers and backpackers. Moreover, the readers of Against the Compass will get a 5% discount. Buy it through this link and get your 5% discount(you will see the discount after calculating the quote)

  Sudan is a conservative country which is ruled by men. Why did you decide to visit Sudan as a solo female traveler?

Let’s see: I don’t have a brother, I don’t have a boyfriend, my husband had to work…

Seriously speaking, I’ve traveled alone for years and years, so that didn’t faze me. 

  What was the first reaction of locals when they saw you? 

Besides ”Hey, Khawaja” (foreign chick)?

There were definitely some surprised reactions on the streets and confused looks at bus stations. The immigration guy on the boat I used to cross the border, from Aswan to Wadi Halfa, straight up asked me ‘what I had in Abri’, the town which was my first stop, and why I came alone. The thing is, there is nothing you can say that would truly explain the inexplicable. In this part of the world, women travel alone only when it’s absolutely necessary: to see family in another town, seek medical treatment, something along those lines. A foreign girl roaming around foreign lands for fun, it’s something bizarre and even suspicious.

  Sudanese men are not used to hanging out with women. When you were traveling by bus, did men feel awkward when they had to sit next to you? 

Culturally, the Sudanese are more African than Arab, so the rulebook is a little different. In true Arab lands, they would never try to seat a woman between two men, for example. When that happened in Sudan, I protested and asked for the window seat. I would do the same everywhere in the world, there’s just no reason a woman should be squeezed between men. Good thing is, in Sudan, it’s not difficult to get what you want. The people are immensely helpful and accommodating.

  Sudanese people are famous for their hospitality. When I visited Sudan, I was invited to tea, food and even to stay in their houses, continuously. As a woman, did you feel the same? However, did you hesitate sometimes?

I did visit a couple of homes, invited by a hotel owner or a local woman. The same common sense rules apply here as anywhere else: it would not be polite for men to invite strange women into their house, unless it’s made absolutely clear their wife and family are at home.

  Did you experience any kind of privilege just because you were a woman?

Sure! The more conservative the place, the bigger the woman privilege. I have no qualms about asking for what I need, and men rarely refuse to help women. It offsets the challenges we face a little bit.

An example of the solo woman privilege on this trip is the overnight boat I took from Egypt to Sudan. I bought a first class ticket, which gets you a bed in a two-person cabin. I knew I would have the entire cabin to myself: once they sell me a ticket they cannot put a man in there with me, and it would be highly unlikely there is another woman traveling alone, especially in first class.

  And what about the disadvantages? Did you have any limitations just because you were a woman?

For me, the main disadvantage is always the attention on the streets – which in Sudan wasn’t particularly intense. Being stared at by men – and in countries like Sudan, 90% of people out in public, and working at hotels, shops, and restaurants are men – has a way of wearing me down, so I limit the time I roam the streets or else I start getting irritable.

The line of questioning by curious locals, well-intended as it is, follows a pattern: What are you doing here, how old are you. Are you married’ – if you answer ‘yes’, do you have children, if you answer ‘no’, why not. There are times when you’re not in the mood for explaining your personal life to strangers. I doubt male travelers receive the same kind of appraisal, or at least not as quickly.

  What do you recommend to wear and bring when traveling in Sudan as a woman?

It’s a good idea to bring your own shampoo and especially conditioner, and other essential cosmetics and hygiene products. They tend to be imported and pricey.

As far as clothing, it’s best to wear loose clothes that cover your arms and legs. I always prefer being safe than sorry in this department – I’m so much more comfortable being stared at when I know there isn’t much to see besides my foreign face. A headscarf is not mandatory, but I wouldn’t have my hair flowing freely in the wind, either.

I mostly dressed in baggy Thailand tourist pants and hoodies. A long, wide cotton skirt is not very practical in northern Sudan because it’s quite windy. A better option is a long, stretchy skirt and a pair of leggings, which worked great for me in Mauritania.

Easy to sit on the floor cross-legged, and even as the wind blows, the skirt clings to the leggings enough to keep it from flying away. In Khartoum, I went out in a T-shirt when I was with other people. 

Sudanese women in the small towns typically dress in colorful, narrow dresses topped with a tob, a wrap-around cloth similar to the West African melhafa. While beautiful, the tob requires frequent yanking and rearranging to stay on. For them, it’s easy, I for one need my clothes to stay on without any effort on my part.

  Would you recommend Sudan to other female travelers? 

Northern Sudan is a perfectly suitable and safe destination for women. It is, however, a place best enjoyed with a bit of experience in Africa travel, as well as some understanding of Arab culture. Accommodation and facilities outside the capital are quite basic, so be ready for those shared squat toilets.

Travel between towns is surprisingly comfortable, with air-conditioned minibusses and good roads. Even basic knowledge of Arabic language, numbers and such, will be hugely helpful, although the Sudanese dialect is quite different from others.

I visited Sudan in October, and I only encountered one other traveler in my two weeks. At each pyramid and temple, I had the place to myself, which was nothing short of magical. If, like me, you love Africa, Arabia, and the Sahara, you simply must go!

  Further advice for visiting Sudan as a solo female traveler

Travel insurance – Because of the USA sanctions, popular travel insurance companies, such as World Nomads, don’t cover Sudan. Therefore, I strongly recommend IATI Insurance, a very professional provider that offers full coverage for Sudan, besides having a wide range of plans for any kind of traveler and budget. Furthermore, Against the Compass readers can get an exclusive 5% discount.

BUY IT THROUGH THIS LINK TO GET YOUR 5% DISCOUNT!

Further reading – Here you can read all my articles about Sudan

 Zaina Brown is the creator of World Of Dancers, an online community of art lovers, and the author of upcoming travel memoir “Fire In The Belly“. She’s a professional bellydancer, relentless traveler, writer, and filmmaker. Zaina’s documentary “Traveling Bellydancer in India“ (2015) is the winner of the Canadian ACCOLADE AWARD. She is currently based in Hua Hin, Thailand. Follow her on Facebook and Instagram.

  Would you like to be interviewed or write a guest post for Against the Compass? I am looking for solo women travelers who have been to the Middle East, Central Asia and Pakistan. Send me your proposals at joan@againstthecompass.com

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Visit Sudan as a solo female traveler

If you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that I always try to show the potential of countries which tend not to be on the bucket list of the ordinary traveler.

The only reason I try to promote them is because I really think they are great, awesome and, most important, they can be perfectly safe. Lebanon, Pakistan, and Sudan, among many others, deserve to be discovered because it’s here where you will meet the most hospitable people and live the most ultimate experiences ever.

However, over the last year, I’ve been receiving countless emails from brave women, full of enthusiasm and wanderlust, who really wanted to discover these countries. Yet, all of them showed one concern:

What do you think about going there as a solo female traveler?

That made me think. From Sudan to Kurdistan, all the countries I travel to are clearly dominated and ruled by Muslim men who, on most occasions, don’t even know how to deal with women, especially if they are foreign. This means that women will, definitely, have a completely different experience than men.

Throughout my travels, I’ve met several solo women who told me amazing things about their experience in the Middle East and Central Asia. Nevertheless, I was disappointed because I could never give an accurate response because it was not my personal experience.

For this reason, I decided to open a solo female traveling section on my blog, to help women get to know the reality of traveling solo in these countries.

That’s how I met Zaina, the creator of World of Dancers, an online community of art lovers, and a woman from Finland who visited Sudan recently. She told me about her journey through this north African country and I thought that it would be an amazing opportunity to interview her, so she could tell us everything about her joy, love, fears, concerns and overall experience when she visited Sudan as a solo female traveler.

For all the practical information, read: A travel guide to Sudan (Itinerary + Tips)

  Please, describe, in a couple of sentences, your experience when you visited Sudan. 

Sudan is wild and real. It has some real gems to show the traveler who’s willing to jump through the hoops to get there. I’m so glad I went.

  What made you decide to visit Sudan?

I love traveling Africa, and I’m slightly obsessed with the Sahara. Still, Sudan was never on my radar. I knew getting the visa was difficult, and there weren’t many good months in the year for travel because of the harsh climate.

Then, a good friend of mine took a three-month UN assignment in Khartoum, the capital of Sudan. It was now or never. I thought I would just fly in and out of the capital, but when all was said and done, the only reasonable way to get the visa was in Aswan (Egypt). So I ended up doing a Cairo to Khartoum overland journey, with many stops along the Nile in Sudan. It was a 45-day trip. 

Remember that, because of the USA sanctions, popular travel insurance companies, such as World Nomads, don’t cover Sudan, unfortunately. Therefore, the one I strongly recommend is IATI Insurance, a very professional company that offers full coverage for Sudan, with a wide range of different plans, even for budget travelers and backpackers. Moreover, the readers of Against the Compass will get a 5% discount. Buy it through this link and get your 5% discount(you will see the discount after calculating the quote)

  Sudan is a conservative country which is ruled by men. Why did you decide to visit Sudan as a solo female traveler?

Let’s see: I don’t have a brother, I don’t have a boyfriend, my husband had to work…

Seriously speaking, I’ve traveled alone for years and years, so that didn’t faze me. 

  What was the first reaction of locals when they saw you? 

Besides ”Hey, Khawaja” (foreign chick)?

There were definitely some surprised reactions on the streets and confused looks at bus stations. The immigration guy on the boat I used to cross the border, from Aswan to Wadi Halfa, straight up asked me ‘what I had in Abri’, the town which was my first stop, and why I came alone. The thing is, there is nothing you can say that would truly explain the inexplicable. In this part of the world, women travel alone only when it’s absolutely necessary: to see family in another town, seek medical treatment, something along those lines. A foreign girl roaming around foreign lands for fun, it’s something bizarre and even suspicious.

  Sudanese men are not used to hanging out with women. When you were traveling by bus, did men feel awkward when they had to sit next to you? 

Culturally, the Sudanese are more African than Arab, so the rulebook is a little different. In true Arab lands, they would never try to seat a woman between two men, for example. When that happened in Sudan, I protested and asked for the window seat. I would do the same everywhere in the world, there’s just no reason a woman should be squeezed between men. Good thing is, in Sudan, it’s not difficult to get what you want. The people are immensely helpful and accommodating.

  Sudanese people are famous for their hospitality. When I visited Sudan, I was invited to tea, food and even to stay in their houses, continuously. As a woman, did you feel the same? However, did you hesitate sometimes?

I did visit a couple of homes, invited by a hotel owner or a local woman. The same common sense rules apply here as anywhere else: it would not be polite for men to invite strange women into their house, unless it’s made absolutely clear their wife and family are at home.

  Did you experience any kind of privilege just because you were a woman?

Sure! The more conservative the place, the bigger the woman privilege. I have no qualms about asking for what I need, and men rarely refuse to help women. It offsets the challenges we face a little bit.

An example of the solo woman privilege on this trip is the overnight boat I took from Egypt to Sudan. I bought a first class ticket, which gets you a bed in a two-person cabin. I knew I would have the entire cabin to myself: once they sell me a ticket they cannot put a man in there with me, and it would be highly unlikely there is another woman traveling alone, especially in first class.

  And what about the disadvantages? Did you have any limitations just because you were a woman?

For me, the main disadvantage is always the attention on the streets – which in Sudan wasn’t particularly intense. Being stared at by men – and in countries like Sudan, 90% of people out in public, and working at hotels, shops, and restaurants are men – has a way of wearing me down, so I limit the time I roam the streets or else I start getting irritable.

The line of questioning by curious locals, well-intended as it is, follows a pattern: What are you doing here, how old are you. Are you married’ – if you answer ‘yes’, do you have children, if you answer ‘no’, why not. There are times when you’re not in the mood for explaining your personal life to strangers. I doubt male travelers receive the same kind of appraisal, or at least not as quickly.

  What do you recommend to wear and bring when traveling in Sudan as a woman?

It’s a good idea to bring your own shampoo and especially conditioner, and other essential cosmetics and hygiene products. They tend to be imported and pricey.

As far as clothing, it’s best to wear loose clothes that cover your arms and legs. I always prefer being safe than sorry in this department – I’m so much more comfortable being stared at when I know there isn’t much to see besides my foreign face. A headscarf is not mandatory, but I wouldn’t have my hair flowing freely in the wind, either.

I mostly dressed in baggy Thailand tourist pants and hoodies. A long, wide cotton skirt is not very practical in northern Sudan because it’s quite windy. A better option is a long, stretchy skirt and a pair of leggings, which worked great for me in Mauritania.

Easy to sit on the floor cross-legged, and even as the wind blows, the skirt clings to the leggings enough to keep it from flying away. In Khartoum, I went out in a T-shirt when I was with other people. 

Sudanese women in the small towns typically dress in colorful, narrow dresses topped with a tob, a wrap-around cloth similar to the West African melhafa. While beautiful, the tob requires frequent yanking and rearranging to stay on. For them, it’s easy, I for one need my clothes to stay on without any effort on my part.

  Would you recommend Sudan to other female travelers? 

Northern Sudan is a perfectly suitable and safe destination for women. It is, however, a place best enjoyed with a bit of experience in Africa travel, as well as some understanding of Arab culture. Accommodation and facilities outside the capital are quite basic, so be ready for those shared squat toilets.

Travel between towns is surprisingly comfortable, with air-conditioned minibusses and good roads. Even basic knowledge of Arabic language, numbers and such, will be hugely helpful, although the Sudanese dialect is quite different from others.

I visited Sudan in October, and I only encountered one other traveler in my two weeks. At each pyramid and temple, I had the place to myself, which was nothing short of magical. If, like me, you love Africa, Arabia, and the Sahara, you simply must go!

  Further advice for visiting Sudan as a solo female traveler

Travel insurance – Because of the USA sanctions, popular travel insurance companies, such as World Nomads, don’t cover Sudan. Therefore, I strongly recommend IATI Insurance, a very professional provider that offers full coverage for Sudan, besides having a wide range of plans for any kind of traveler and budget. Furthermore, Against the Compass readers can get an exclusive 5% discount.

BUY IT THROUGH THIS LINK TO GET YOUR 5% DISCOUNT!

Further reading – Here you can read all my articles about Sudan

 Zaina Brown is the creator of World Of Dancers, an online community of art lovers, and the author of upcoming travel memoir “Fire In The Belly“. She’s a professional bellydancer, relentless traveler, writer, and filmmaker. Zaina’s documentary “Traveling Bellydancer in India“ (2015) is the winner of the Canadian ACCOLADE AWARD. She is currently based in Hua Hin, Thailand. Follow her on Facebook and Instagram.

  Would you like to be interviewed or write a guest post for Against the Compass? I am looking for solo women travelers who have been to the Middle East, Central Asia and Pakistan. Send me your proposals at joan@againstthecompass.com

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