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matchpointfaist · 4 months ago

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what about dilf!art but like now ceo!dilf art of his own tennis company x new hire! she’s out of college and this is her first/one of her first “big girl cooperate jobs” and she’s really smart but also eager to please 😝

ceo! art that started the donaldson foundation after he injured his shoulder and retired.

he wanted all the best and brightest on his team, needing all the help with marketing and development that he could get. you were just out of college, fresh faced with a short, but concise, resume, and bright, eager eyes.

you got a small corner office, just next to his, with a smooth glass door reading “assistant marketing director”, and shelves lining the walls full of tennis memorabilia and a welcome basket, courtesy of art donaldson himself. it was all so shiny and new, so official, so real.

and then there was art, of course. the leader of it all. he was so polite, so down to earth despite his celebrity status, taking the time and care to interview all of his employees personally, to make them feel comfortable and welcome and like he really needed them.

a knock on your door interrupted you from your examination of your new setup, and you glanced up to see his familiar blonde hair and smile, “you settling in okay?” “oh, everything’s great,” you nodded, genuinely grateful, “thank you again, mr. donaldson. this is a better job than i ever could’ve asked for straight out of school,”

“please, you can call me art,” he smiled, waving a dismissive hand, “it’s my pleasure, really. your interview was extremely promising. i look forward to working with you,” he gave you one last glance over before nodding his head and leaving you to it, leaving behind an air of expensive cologne.

a few weeks went by, and you didn’t see him very often, mainly working alongside the marketing board. you kept busy, trying your hardest to further the company, to prove yourself worthy out of a pool of graduates.

after work one evening, you were in the parking garage, frustration tinting your cheeks red as you tried, and failed, to start your car. it was freezing, and your car wasn’t even that old, and you really had the worst luck. but then there was the clicking of shoes against the concrete, art’s expensive oxford loafers echoing through the garage. “everything alright?”

you hadn’t meant to cry, really. you were just so annoyed, so tired, and he looked so genuinely concerned. “woah, hey, it’s okay,” he said quickly, coming to your side like a knight in shining armor, taking off his suit jacket to wrap it around your shoulders, “car trouble? it’s gonna be fine, i have you,”

you were completely humiliated, standing there sniffling and wiping your eyes, wrapped up in his jacket. “i’m sorry,” you hiccuped, “my car just won’t start and i got really upset, you don’t have to stay,”

“hey, it’s alright,” he said softly, “here, why don’t you let me take you home, honey? we’ll sort this out tomorrow. i’ll expense you a company car, we’ll draw up the paperwork,” honey. you’d stopped crying, but your cheeks were even redder now.

“yes, sir. thank you,” you nodded, wiping your eyes one final time. he grabbed your purse from the ground, one arm around your shoulders securing his jacket and one looped through the bags handle as he led you to his aston martin, helping you into the passenger seat carefully.

he let you put your address into the gps, watching you carefully like he was afraid you might cry again. you noticed he’d turned on the heated seats for you, and your cheeks flushed all over again at his consideration. “you didn’t have to do this,” you said finally, the air thick with tension, “i really appreciate it, though,” “it’s no problem at all,” he said surely, “i’m just sorry you were so stressed. we’ll take care of it first thing tomorrow, i promise,”

“you don’t have to do that, mr. donaldson,” “art,” he reminded you, paired with a stern look, “and i want to. you’re doing some really incredible things for the company, you deserve to be taken care of, alright? really, i should be thanking you,” you could’ve forgotten that you even worked for him, if the conversation hadn’t taken a turn. it felt so domestic, riding in the passenger seat of his car, watching the way his arm flexed as he steered. he’s your boss, you reminded yourself, you shouldn’t be admiring his arms.

he pulled into your apartment complex, the car idling quietly. “thank you again,” you smiled as much as you could manage, hoping you sounded as grateful as you felt, “i really appreciate you,” he turned to you, paused, as if he was deliberating, and then rested a hand on your knee gently, “i appreciate you, and everything you’re doing for the company. this business is everything to me lately, and you’re making some major improvements. i hope you know that,”

“y- yes sir,” you nodded, dumbstruck from the feeling of his hand on the bare skin past the hem of your skirt, “i appreciate the feedback,” it was suddenly too warm in the car, too confined, you were far too close to art your boss, who was looking at you like he was thinking exactly the same thing you were.

“i really wanna kiss you right now,” he let out a breathless laugh, “but i’m afraid that would be horribly unprofessional, and i don’t want to take advantage of you,” “take advantage of me?” you repeated, suddenly electric with want, “you wouldn’t be- we’re both adults, i mean, and i wouldn’t tell anyone-“

he didn’t let you finish, leaning over the console to crush his lips to yours, his free hand coming to rest on the side of your face as he kissed you. he was stern and directive, but soft and polite, just like he was in the office. he took the lead but didn’t rush you, running his tongue across your bottom lip like he was asking permission.

you weren’t sure how you even ended up in your apartment, but soon you were pressed against the inside of your front door, your purse dropped to the floor and arts suit jacket crumpled beside it.

his hands were greedy, slipping everywhere they could as he kissed you in a frenzy, and you kicked off your heels as you wrapped a leg around his, bringing him closer. your clothes eventually came off in a flurry, a pile of starched fabric beside you until you were left in your thankfully matching underwear, and art was in his dress pants, looking down at you like you might disappear.

“are you sure-“ “just fuck me,” you mumbled against his lips as you pulled him into another kiss, fumbling with his belt until his pants had joined your skirt, and then he was pulling off your bra and his fingers were dipping into your silk panties and the noises leaving your mouth were downright pornographic.

“you’re so fucking wet,” he panted, curling his fingers just right, “is that all for me, honey?” you nodded urgently, palming him through his boxers until you got impatient and pushed them down, taking him in your hand. “you want it right here, hm? or you want me to take you to bed?”

“here,” you pleaded, feeling like you’d die if you waited another second. his hands settled on the backs of your thighs, pulling you up like you weighed nothing, resting your back against the door and kissing down your chest. he drug the tip of his cock against your clit in a few sweeping motions, collecting your wetness before sliding into you, his hands digging into your thighs with bruising intensity.

“god,” you moaned, pulling at his hair slightly, chasing his lips desperately. he was slow at first, ever the gentleman, letting you adjust. but then he was greedy, fucking you roughly, moaning incessantly like he’d never felt so good in his life.

“need you to come for me,” he practically begged, working at your clit with shaky fingers, “please, baby,” you only lasted a couple minutes after that, coming undone around him with a desperate moan, pulsing around him until you felt him throbbing inside you, his thrusts growing choppy and erratic.

“let me down,” you requested as he grew closer, and he didn’t hesitate to let you go, brows knit in concern. god, if he’d hurt you- but you sank to your knees in front of him, taking him into your mouth and laving your tongue against him, licking your wetness away. “oh, fuck me,” he moaned, fingers fisted in your hair, “god, i’m gonna-“

he came down your throat with a tremor, his hips rutting into your mouth, chasing his high greedily. you lapped it all up, swallowing it with a hazy smile, and he stroked his thumb down the side of your cheek gently, fondly.

“good girl,” he mumbled, worn out, “god, you’re so good at that. good at everything, yknow. so fucking smart,” you stood on shaky legs, and he was quick to support you, a hand on your low back. “cmon, i’ll put you to bed,”

you took him to your bedroom, shy as you let him into your space despite the total intimacy you’d just had. he tucked you in, his touches all tender and caring, “i’ll see you in the office tomorrow, yeah?” you frowned up at him, brows knit, “you’re not staying?” “i figured you wouldn’t want me to, but-“

you pulled him down with a giggle, and he landed with a huff, smiling down at you and nestling under your comforter. “you can drive me back to work, it’ll be quite the scandal,” you teased. “in my defense, your car really did break down,” “whatever you have to tell them, boss,”

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howi99 · 8 months ago

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Ashen Knight 8

Klein : *looking straight into Juniper's eyes, whose only reaction is to tilt her head* I... Honestly thought she was an animatronic of some kind. *Turn, looking at Jaune* So that would mean that you are indeed the real deal.

RK: I'm... Honestly surprised by your lack of reaction.

Klein: I am currently using all my willpower to stay conscious, sir. You being real... it's almost as if i was stuck in a dream.

RK: I understand the feeling. I'm from Remnant so i know exactly how it must feel.

Klein: *shake his head* But this isn't what you are here for. *Clear his throat* You desire to work at the manor, if what Ms Winter said is true.

RK: *nod* This is exact, yes. Me and my ward are in need of a roof over our heads.

Klein: I see, you didn't have any lien i presume?

RK: Enough to travel, but not enough to stay in one place for long. We... Don't have any identification at our name either.

Klein: *sigh* To be expected... *Pensive* We have openings in our kitchen, but it would be a waste of talent...! How about becoming Winter and Weiss's tutor?

RK: *looking uncertain* I do know how to fight, yes. But i don't know if i would be able to teach anyone my fighting style. I rely on being able to outlast my adversary while they are more on the agile school.

Klein: How... How would you know what their fighting style is? You never saw them fight.

RK: *sweating* I am mostly assuming. Winter doesn't have the build and Weiss is probably too young.

Klein: *pensive* This... Does make sense. Hm...

RK: What about security?

Klein: Security is only chosen by either Mr Gelée or Ms Willow. However, i could give you a letter of recommendation. I will also take care of your identification papers.

RK: *Nod* That's probably for the best.

Cinder: *looking bored* Are we finished? Winter said she has the complete trilogy of the Rusted Knight and the cursed ring director's cut and i am NOT going to miss that out!

#jaune arc #klein sieben #cinder fall #Ashen knight AU #rwby #rwby au

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thewritingrowlet · 1 year ago

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The Guardian Angel, ft. ICHILLIN' Joonie

tags: cum-in-mouth, deepthroat, quickie, creampie (both type), anal, rough, daddy kink

word count: 8k+

warning: mention of firearms and depiction of use of firearms; reader discretion is advised.

author's note: I saw this picture of Joonie holding a toy gun and said "fuck it", so here we are. I wanted to get this fic out ASAP so that I could start working on The Outing Trip 3 and the ideas that are currently sitting in my inbox. Joonie is referred to as Junhee in this fic, btw.

“Excuse me, Mr. Director”, Mr. Kang, your chauffeur, calls out to you, waking you up from your peaceful nap, “we have arrived, sir”. “Hngh? We have?”, you say, rubbing your eyes to speed up the process, “can I ask what time this is?”. Mr. Kang looks at his watch, “it is 8:09 pm, sir”. You look outside the window of the car and see that it is dark out there. “Any news about the Guardian Angel, Mr. Kang?”, you ask. “The Angel is in position, sir. I was asked by the Angel to tell you to mind where you stand and not break line of sight—I’d also like to remind you that I’m keeping an eye on you as well, Mr. Director”, Mr. Kang explains as he shows you the gun on his hip. “Thank you, Mr. Kang. Be safe, okay? We can’t afford to lose you. I’ll see you in less than an hour”, you say to him before putting on an earpiece and getting out of the car.

“In case you forgot how you’ve ended up in this situation, let’s do a quick recap”, your brain says before starting. “You, Han Jinwoo, are the founder and director of a handful of companies, one of them being a nickel mining company that mainly operates in a developing country that is known for its messy politics. Over the past few years, you’ve been receiving extreme threats and defamations from people all over the world, including your own countrymen, for, and I quote: ‘destroying both the environment and the people of the country by ways of exploitation for capitalistic greed'. Those threats have led you to getting armored cars and extra security to keep an eye on you in public”. “Thank you for reminding me, brain; that was super helpful”, you say to yourself.

So here you are, standing in front of an empty lot that you’ve bought for an ungodly amount of money. You’re planning to build a new office building so that you can house 2 of your smaller companies here because the rent on the current building is getting ridiculous, and you’re here to meet some architects and engineers to talk about the construction.

Before you get closer to the construction site, you want to make sure that the Angel has eyes on you. You turn around and scan the buildings across the street, hoping that you’ll see the Angel. “Looking for me, director?”, you hear the Guardian Angel say in a calm but serious tone from your earpiece, “you don’t have a sniper scope like I do; you’re not seeing shit, love”. You bring your wrist closer to your mouth and speak softly into the mic, “don’t let me die, okay? I love you”. You don’t hear a reply, but you see flashing lights that spell out “ILY” in morse code. That’s your Guardian Angel, Park Junhee, a spec-ops-turned-private-military who also happens to be your beloved fiancé.

You turn towards the construction site and see some people with hard hats talking among themselves while seemingly waiting for you. “Good evening, ladies and gents. I apologize for being late”, you greet them. “Not at all, Mr. Director. I’d say you’re perfectly on time”, Mrs. Hwang, an architect, says as she shakes your hand. “Can I have a recap of our progress, Mrs. Hwang?”, you ask her. She shows you the site plan and some blueprints and explain to you that they’re planning to build the first 4 floors as soon as the materials arrive and aiming to finish it in 40 days. “Sir, I regret to inform you that the steel beams have been in transport longer than they should’ve been, thus slowing down the progress”, she says, “we have also been seeing protestors gathering here and harassing workers, sir. If I may, Mr. Director, I suggest having security here”. She is correct; while you may not have the cleanest hands and be the kindest businessman around, you certainly don’t want the innocent workers to be harassed or potentially be put in danger. “I’ll contact Nighthaven and see if they can help. Thank you, Mrs. Hwang—anyone else?”, you say.

An engineer asks for your attention, so you turn to him and listen to him. You’re deep into his speech when you hear Junhee warn you, “sir, there’s a man holding a knife running towards your position. Permission to engage, sir.”. “Don’t kill him!”, you yell out, and the people around you look at you in confusion. “Engaging”, Junhee calmly says, and you immediately hear a scream of pain from behind. You and everyone else walk towards the source of the scream and see that there’s a man lying on the ground with a butcher’s knife next to him. To your surprise, the man pulls out a gun and aims it at you, but instead of dying, you hear the man scream again; Junhee has shot him in the arm, forcing him to drop his gun. “Nonlethal, sir, as you asked. Wrap this up quick, please”, Junhee says, and you can hear the worry in her voice.

“I can’t risk losing you, ladies and gents. We’ll meet again at my office tomorrow morning, okay? Scatter, please, and be safe”, you tell Mrs. Hwang and company. Mr. Kang jumps out of the car and opens the door for you, “Mr. Director, get in, please”. “Mr. Kang, call an ambulance and make sure the man gets help, okay?”, you say as you get in the car. Mr. Kang calls his contact as he’s driving to make sure the man can be attended to with no questions asked. “We’re done, Angel—see you at home”, you say to Junhee over the mic. “Yes, sir”, she says.

“I’m home”, you say as you open the door and enter the house. You see that Junhee is pacing back and forth nervously while waiting for you. “There you are”, she says, “are you okay, love?”. “Yes, I am. Thank you for covering me, baby; I would’ve died otherwise”, you tell her before coming in for a hug. “You’re much more than a client to me, love”, she says, her voice shaking from the emotions. “I know, baby. I’m still alive because of you, you know that right?”, you say. Junhee was a spec ops personnel and all that, but considering that you’re her fiancé, she feels way more attached to you. “Please don’t die, love. I don’t know what I would do without you”, she says as her eyes turn to a waterfall. “I’m here for you and will continue to be, love. You’re there for me as well, aren’t you, my Guardian Angel?”, you say. “Why did you ask for non-lethal, though? I-I had perfect line of sight, love”, she asks. “We’ve caught enough flaks, baby; we don’t need more”, you say, pressing your lips on her head. “But you could’ve died!”, she screams, “please don’t die, I’m begging you”.

You let Junhee cry to her heart’s content in your arms for a few minutes while offering words of comfort and assuring her that you’re fine. Junhee breaks the hug and tells you to take off your clothes; “I need to make sure you’re not hurt—not even a scratch”, she says. You do as she says and start by taking off your shirt and trousers, revealing the bulletproof vest underneath; “thank you for listening to me and wearing a vest”, she comments with a smile, “continue, please—wait, actually”. She cuts herself off and runs towards the bedroom, leaving you with only a bulletproof vest and boxers on.

She walks out of the bedroom while singing Happy Birthday and holding a cake, and only now do you remember that it is your birthday. “Did you actually forget that today is your birthday, love?”, she asks. “Time flies, love. I was so occupied with work”, you admit. Junhee tells you to make a wish, so you close your eyes and pray for your and Junhee’s safety and prosperity before blowing the candles. “Hurray, happy birthday, love!”, she excitedly says. “Are we eating that, or?”, you ask. “Later”, she says, putting the cake on the dining table. Junhee begins taking off her Agent 47-esque attire and vest and throwing them to the side before approaching you and helping you take off yours.

She pulls you towards the sofa and tells you to sit down, “I want to suck your cock”. Junhee likes sucking your cock to celebrate both your and her birthdays, so this is nothing new or odd to you. Junhee pulls down your boxers and immediately take you in her mouth. “Oh, so good, baby”, you moan, “always so good to me”. Junhee gives you a wink and go down on your cock until her nose touches your pelvis, making her gag slightly in the process. You throw your head back and pet Junhee’s head as you bask in the sensation of her wet mouth and the sounds she’s making.

You feel your cock twitch in her mouth, and you know Junhee feels it too, proven by how she bobs her head faster on your shaft. “Ah, I’m about to cum, love”, you announce to her. Junhee moves up and leave only your tip in her mouth, ready to accept your cum. With a groan, you finally blow your load and flood her mouth with it. Junhee yelps a little bit when your cum hits her throat when she wasn’t ready, but keeps her lips tight around your cock. She closes her lips after pulling away from your cock before swallowing your cum. “Tasty as usual. Thank you, love”. You shake your head weakly, “no, thank you, love”.

Junhee helps you put your boxers on again before sitting next to you on the sofa. “Love, I want to buy firearms tomorrow”, she says. “Plural, baby?”, you ask her. “I want to sell my handgun, get a new handgun and rifle, and buy some ammo for them”, she explains, “you want to come along? We can practice shooting after”. You rub your chin and think about tomorrow’s agenda, “I have a meeting with the people from earlier so you’ll need to be with me first and then I’ll come with you—can I come with you, though? I’d hate to find out that the gun shop people hate me while I’m there with you”. Junhee laughs at you, “so what? C’mon, love, come with me, please”.

“Good morning, everyone. I apologize for ending the meeting abruptly last night”, you say as you enter the meeting room and see that everyone has come to the meeting, “is everyone okay, by the way?”. Mrs. Hwang answers for the group, “we’re okay, director. With respect, it was you that he wanted, not us”. “That is correct, Mrs. Hwang. Let’s start now, okay?”, you say as you press the button to roll down the blinds. Obviously, they notice Junhee’s presence in the room as she sticks out like sore pretty thumb, but no one dares ask you about her and jump straight to the conversation.

Since you have let the architects come up with the design, the engineers have little trouble following it since nothing is out of the ordinary or defying the laws of physics. Instead, they offer you ways to shave off some expense by “making the construction process less redundant”. You have no idea what this man is talking about, but since he assures you that it won’t compromise with the building’s quality and strength, you decide to agree. “We have received news saying that the steel beams I mentioned last night will arrive in 2 days, director”, Mrs. Hwang says. “Understood, Mrs. Hwang; please make sure we can continue the construction soon”, you say to her with a nod.

The meeting ends after about 40-something minutes, and everyone leaves together as a group, filing one by one out the door. Junhee drops the cold front and approaches you for a kiss. She takes your hands and put them on her tits, encouraging you to play with them. “Your tits are so soft, baby. Are you sure you’re wearing a bra?”, you comment as you juggle and squeeze them. “I’m wearing your favorite sports bra but no vests”, she says, “love, I’m wet; touch me, please”. You press a button to lock the doors and take off your trousers and boxers, “come to me, baby”.

Junhee pulls her trousers and panties down to give your cock access to her pussy. She jumps into your lap and immediately impale herself on your erect cock, letting out a soft moan in the process. “You-you’re filling me up so well, love—ah, hngh”, she says with heavy breaths. You want to cum so bad, so you thrust up and meet her in the middle, “Fuck, I want to cum for you, baby”. Junhee’s heart is palpitating like crazy, “ah-ah-ah—yes-yes, cum for your fiancé, love—ah, fuck—I’m so close, love”.

You keep thrusting up while Junhee keeps going down as the both of you are chasing your own orgasms. “Love, love—oh, please”, Junhee calls out to you, “I’M CUMMING!”. The way her pussy is squeezing your cock forces you to blow at the same time, and nothing beats the feeling of cumming together with your fiancé. Junhee leans forward for a hug, and the two of you stay silent while catching your breaths. “The—hah, God—the cum will drip down if you stand up”, you say to her. Junhee tells you to lay her on the table and get ready to scoop up the leak. Thankfully the leak isn’t too crazy, and she licks it off your hand. “That’s one pew-pew down, wanna move on to the next?”, you ask her. “Ye-yeah, help me put on my pants, please”.

Mr. Kang drops you off in front of the gun shop, and Junhee leads you into it. “Good afternoon!”, Junhee says to the staffs. “Good afternoon to you as well, Miss Park. Can I help you?”, a female staff says. “Yeah, I’m looking to trade this in for a G43X MOS”, she pulls out her handgun and unloads it before putting it on the counter. The staff picks it up and inspects it, “G19, hey? Anything else?”. “No, that’s it—oh, some 9mm ammo, please”, she says. The staff then leaves you two alone and do whatever he needs to for the trade-in. “I thought you were buying a rifle?”, you ask. Junhee shakes her head, “on second thought, I don’t think I need a new one now. The one we have now still works well—you saw it last night”. You have little clue about firearms, but Junhee knows her stuff, so you trust her judgment on the matter.

The staff comes back outside and invites you two to the range to test her new handgun. The staff hands each of you some headset and safety glasses and asks you to put them on. Junhee then hands the gun to you and asks you to load it yourself, “do not put your finger on the trigger unless you’re ready to shoot—you don’t want to kill us, do you?”. You shake your head and take the gun from her hands. “Aim at that target, love”, she says. You’ve shot a gun before (under Junhee’s supervision, obviously), so you know how to unlock the safety switch and get ready to shoot. “I’m ready”, you say to her. “I know they’ve fired this gun multiple times during production to test it, but technically it’s a virgin; take her cherry like you did mine, love”, she says as she steps away from you.

You steady your aim and start firing one bullet at a time until you’ve shot all 10 of them. “Not bad”, Junhee comments, “you missed one, love—that might hit a bystander, you know?”. You apologize for missing, but she rejects it, “you can apologize by getting better, okay? You need to be able to handle a gun well in case I’m not there to protect you. Come, let’s get out of here”.

Junhee leads you to the front and pays for her new pistol and a box of 9mm ammo. “Sorry for being pushy, but is he your client, Miss Park?”, the staff asks. Junhee looks at you and chuckles, “yeah, something like that. Alright, we’re leaving. See you soon!”. You open and hold the door for your fiancé, earning a cute smile from her; “who would’ve thought a girl this cute was spec ops? Looks can really fool you, huh?”, you think to yourself.

“Love, can we go home, or do you need to go back to the office?”, she asks. “We can go home, yeah. We need to talk”, you say, keeping things vague for Junhee. “Oh, um, okay, love”, she says nervously. She tries asking you what you want to talk about, but you wave her off and tell her that she’ll know soon enough. “Excuse me, sir”, Mr. Kang says, “the news of Miss Park’s work last night has broken out. Personally, I would like to commend her for not killing him”. “It was my fiancé’s wish to shoot him in the leg, Mr. Kang; I was just following orders”, Junhee says. “That is good thinking, sir; the public might dislike you, but not killing him will make you look not as bad”, Mr. Kang says. “What do you think if I pay for his medical expenses?”, you ask your fiancé. “Yeah, I guess we can do that. I’ll call someone and have them take care of it”, she says.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk about? I’m not in trouble, am I? Please say no, oppa”, Junhee asks as you enter the bedroom with her. Junhee stopped calling you oppa after you two got engaged and nowadays she usually calls you that when she wants something. You laugh at her as you hold her hands, “no, you’re not in trouble, baby; I just wanted to say that I’ve booked a restaurant this weekend for our anniversary”. Junhee falls forward limply into your arms, “aaaah, you scared meeeee—I thought you were going to scold me or something, aaaaah”. “Ahaha no, of course not. Can I ask you to wear a dress, though?”, you say to her. Junhee huffs: she doesn’t like wearing a dress because she can’t keep her gun on her hip, “ugh, fine—please keep in mind that I’m only doing it for you”. You put on a confused face, “if not for me, then who are you dressing up for?”. “Nobody, oppa, I promise”, she says in a low voice, “if it was up to me, I’d not wear anything when I’m with you and just let you do whatever to me”. “One day, baby, okay?”, you peck her forehead.

“Baby, aren’t you hungry? Want to ask the cook to make you something?”, you ask your fiancé. “I’m hungry for your cum”, she says with a naughty smirk, “but honestly, I am. Can we have fettucine, love?”. You ask her to sit on the bed while you call the cook, “good evening, Miss Ahn. Can we have two fettucine alfredo, please?”. You hang up the phone after getting an answer, “she’s making us some right now. Do you want to do anything while we wait?”. Junhee moves to the center of the bed and rests her head on a pillow, “cuddle, please”.

You join her in bed and Junhee rests her head on your shoulder, the rest of her body hugging you from the side. “I love you”, she says. “I love you too, baby”, you answer. “No, no, you must’ve not heard me; I love you”, she repeats with a pout. “I love you more, baby”, you correct yourself. “There you go—wasn’t so hard, was it?”, she pecks you on the cheek after. You hear Junhee yawn, so you pat her on the back softly and encourage her to get a quick shuteye. She’s private military and all that, but deep inside, she’s just a girl who wants to love and be loved—Junhee doesn’t like being referred to as a girl, by the way; “you turned me into a proper woman, oppa—your woman”, she said after her first time.

The buzz from your phone shakes you awake, so you reach over to the bedside table and see the text from Miss Ahn saying that the food is ready. “Junhee, my baby, the food is ready, love”, you poke her in the cheek repeatedly to wake her up. “Hng, carry me, love”, she whines cutely. You carry her on your back and head towards the dining room.

Miss Ahn is waiting for you at the table when you arrive and welcomes you to dinner. “Your dinner is ready, sir and madam”, she says. “Wow, thank you, Miss Ahn. You’re the best!”, Junhee praises Miss Ahn with two thumbs-up and a gleeful smile. Miss Ahn then excuses herself to go home, since it’s almost the end of her working hours.

“Thanks for the meal!”, Junhee exclaims as she picks up some fettucine noodles with a fork and puts it in her mouth, “oh my, delicious as always”. “Apologies, sir”, Miss Ahn returns to the dining room, “your parents sent you a bottle of wine this morning, would you like some as company?”. You see that Junhee also wants some, so you agree to Miss Ahn’s offer and she disappears once again to get the wine and some glasses. “Oooh, a Chateau Margaux”, you say as she brings the bottle to the table. Miss Ahn pours some wine into each of the empty glasses and fills them halfway. “Is that expensive, love?”, Junhee asks. “Yeah, I think so; my mom is a bit of a wine connoisseur, so I’d like to guess that it is”, you tell her. Junhee takes a sip and smacks her lips after, “that’s really good, love”.

You send Miss Ahn away so that she can go home before digging into your fettucine and wine. “This is really good, wow”, you comment. You look at Junhee as you’re chewing and see that she has finished her fettucine. She leans back in her chair and lets out a tiny burp, “oh, sorry, love. It was too fucking good”. “Which one tastes better: the fettucine or my cum?”, you tease her. Junhee’s cheeks are red thanks to you, and she can’t come up with an answer; “you’re not comparing an apple to another apple, though, love; you’re comparing an apple to a banana”, she argues. You shake your head and laugh, “sure, baby, whatever you say”.

“It’s Saturday, isn’t it?”, you think to yourself as you’re waking up in the morning. You look around in the dark and see that Junhee is still in dreamland in your arms. You move her arms and legs softly and set them on the bed so that you can get off and stretch your body.

After stretching, you decide to check out Junhee’s gun shelf in the bedroom. You open the shelf and see an unloaded rifle with a suppressor attached to the end of its barrel and two pistols, presumably Glocks, since Junhee likes them so much. When you look down, you see a bunch of magazines lined up tidily and a few boxes of ammunition. You pick up the rifle and rotate it around to inspect it; “feels like a very solid rifle—what is this big ass scope, though?”, you think to yourself. “Looking for something, love?”, Junhee comments as she wakes up. You put the rifle back in its place, “sorry, baby; I was just curious”. “I’m glad that you’re not scared of them”, she comments, “it’s helpful to not be scared of guns, especially when they’re used to protect you”. You turn your attention back to the shelf, “did you modify these things, baby?”.

Junhee gets off the bed and stands next to you. She grabs the rifle from the rack and shows you what part she’s swapped out, such as trigger, charging handle, and bolt carrier group; “obviously you can see the scope and suppressor”, she says. You can hear the enthusiasm in her voice whenever she’s talking about firearms, and you want to keep going for now. “Can you tell me about the pistols? Are these the MOS thingy?”, you ask. “The right one is, but this one isn’t”, she says as she picks up one of them, “this is a Glock G45 with an Omega 9K suppressor and extended mag—Nighthaven gave me this gun as a parting gift”. Junhee puts it back after inspecting it and closes the shelf, “that’s enough gun talk for today, love. Let’s do something else”. “Such as?”, you ask. “Such as giving me your cum before breakfast”, she bites her lip naughtily.

She asks you to sit on the edge of the bed while getting down on both knees in front of you. You pull your boxers down to help her get what she wants, and she strokes your cock immediately; “do you never get tired of having sex, baby?”, you ask. “How can I get tired of sex when my fiancé has such a perfect cock? Not to mention that you were my first and my only”, she says. You keep your eyes on her as she does your favorite thing: tying her hair into a ponytail, even going as far as bending backwards slightly to show off her tits. “God, you look so hot every time you do that”, you comment.

Junhee unbuttons her pajama top and throws it to the side, her tits now free from their restraints. “Love, I know I’ve asked you this before, but what do you think about my tits?”, she says as she holds them with both hands. “If it was up to me, love, I’d carry you in my arms and just suck your tits all day everyday while my cock is deep in your pussy”, you lick your lips at the thought, “would you let me do that?”. Junhee reaches down and starts touching herself, “oppa, I need you so bad—ah, oh—please, oppa”. You pull Junhee onto your lap, your cock pressing against her stomach while your hands are busy fiddling her nipples, “what’s the password, baby?”. “Ah, nghh—please, daddy”, she says with a moan.

You wanted her to say “love”, but “daddy” works just as well if not better. You lift Junhee up by her thighs and impale her pussy with your cock, earning a loud moan from her. “Daddy—ah, fuck, hng—daddy, I love you—ahhh—I love you so much”, Junhee says between noisy moans. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight”, you praise her as you grit your teeth, “wanna cum for your daddy?”. “Yes, yes, I—AH, FUCK”, Junhee cums as soon as she lets out a scream, and you’re trying your hardest to not bust despite the tight squeeze.

You pull out and ask Junhee to lie on her stomach on the edge of the bed, and unsurprisingly, she obeys right away. You hold your cock and push forward until you feel the warmth of her pussy again—Junhee’s moan is even louder this time, “God, how are you even tighter, baby?”. Junhee screams very loudly at the first contact, seemingly in pain, “tha-that’s my ass, daddy; you-you’re in my ass”. You rub your eyes in disbelief and take a closer look: you are indeed in her ass; “but how did I get in your ass so easily?”, you ask. “I-I’ve been training it, love”, she admits, “I-I wanted to give you my last cherry—ahng, so big, fuck”.

You pull out to process her words, “do you want to say it again?”. Junhee stands up and hugs you, falling limp in your arms like she usually does; “I-I wanted to give you my last cherry, love. That way I’ll be yours entirely”, she says in a weak voice. “But it hurts, no? I don’t want to hurt you, baby”, you say to her. “It did hurt, but it’s only right that I give you my anal cherry”, she says, “please, let me be selfish this one time”. You ask her once again and you’re met with her unwavering determination, so you decide to play along.

Junhee returns to her previous position on the edge of the bed and spreads her cheeks for you, “please, daddy, grant me my wish; I want to be yours enti—FUCK, GENTLY, DADDY”. Your cock is halfway in her ass when she screams it out, “God, baby, you’re so tight”. “Ah-ah-ah—I’m yours, daddy. I’m yours—oh, fuck”, she chants as you fuck her ass at a slow tempo. Once you feel like her rear muscles has relaxed and is stretched enough to accommodate your girth somewhat comfortably, you start fucking her faster. Junhee screams as she feels the increased pace, “YES, YES, I’M YOURS, DADDY”. Her loud chants rile you up even more, and you quietly wish that a household assistant doesn’t happen to be outside the bedroom right now.

The tightness of her ass is different than her pussy’s, and you feel like it’s trying to milk your cum out of your cock. “Baby, I’m about to bust”, you announce to her with a groan. “FUCK, YES, GIVE IT TO ME—GIVE IT TO ME IN THE ASS”, she yells, straining her voice cord—you hope that she won’t lose her voice after this and promise yourself that you’ll give her some water. “AH, FUCK”, you scream out as you release your load in her ass for the first time ever, and you feel splashes on your thighs—Junhee is squirting from anal sex, isn’t that crazy?

You try to pull out, but Junhee tells you to stay inside. “It’s so hot, daddy”, she says, “now I belong to you entirely”. You bend forward and peck her on the nape, “thank you, baby. It was an honor to be your first. I love you, darling”. Junhee then asks you to pull out, citing the pain from the stretch, so you do as she asks and inspect the result of your work. Your cum is dripping out of her gaped asshole that is trying its hardest to return to its original shape. You keep an eye on it until it closes perfectly, and pecks Junhee in the ass, making her gasp in surprise. “Did you like it, daddy?”, she asks. You pull her into a hug before answering, “yes, baby, I liked it a lot. Thank you so much”. “I’m yours now, daddy—like, yours yours, you know?”, Junhee says before pecking you in the cheek. “I know you mean well, but you’re not my property, love”, you say with a smile, “I love you, baby”. “But you get what I mean, right? I’ll do whatever for you, daddy”, she says. You chuckle at her words, “can you eat well and stay healthy for me, love?”. “Aaaaah, you’re not cooperating with meeeeee”, she whines, “you’re so lucky I love you”. You hold her head with both hands, “I know, baby; I’m grateful for you every single day”. Your sweet words make Junhee blush, “I-I’m grateful for you as well, love. I can’t thank you enough for the love you’re showering me with”.

It is now 2 hours before you need to leave for dinner. You’ve been busy looking for clothes in the walk-in closet, even going as far as asking Mr. Kang for ideas; “I suggest a white shirt, a three-piece suit in navy-blue, and an orange striped tie, sir”, he said over the phone earlier; his love for those colors is second to none. “I’ll go along with your idea today, Mr. Kang”, you say to yourself. You fetch an orange tie from the shelf and a navy-blue three-piece suit that is tidily kept in cover bag. After putting them on, you grab a box of shoes and head towards the bedroom to check on Junhee.

“Baby”, you knock on the bedroom door, “have you chosen a dress yet?”. Junhee opens the door and walks out, and your jaw drops to the floor right away; she has put on a very fancy white dress and has a matching handbag in her hands. “Dear Lord, you’re so beautiful”, you comment as your eyes roam all over her body from head to toe. “You remember this dress, don’t you?”, she asks—how can you not remember? You gave her that dress as a gift after establishing the first mine under OreQuest Co. last year. You take her hand and peck it, “I can’t wait to get married to you, baby. I love you so much”. “I can’t wait to get married to you, love. I love you more”, she says with a lovely smile, copying your line.

Mr. Kang greets you as you and Junhee walk towards the row of cars, “looking sharp, sir and madam—I see that you’ve agreed to my suggestion, sir”. You shake his hand in appreciation, “I trust your sense of fashion, Mr. Kang. I must say it’s very on-point”. Mr. Kang accepts your thanks with a smile, “may I know which car we’re taking, sir?”. You look around your collection of expensive cars, “can we take the Ghost? That’s armored too, right?”. “It is, sir, just not as thick as the Cadillac”, he says, “please, have a seat”. You open a door for Junhee before getting in yourself, followed by Mr. Kang. “The Sapphire, please, Mr. Kang”, you say to him. Mr. Kang turns on the car and starts driving out of the garage, “certainly, sir”.

During the ride, Junhee pulls out her trusty G45 from her handbag and puts it in the compartment in the center of the seat, “I’ll be unarmed tonight, Mr. Kang; we’re relying on you”. “Understood, madam. Speaking of which, I have an AR-15 in this bag next to me as well”, he says. “Is that a 16-inch, Mr. Kang?”, Junhee asks as she takes a peek. “11-and-a-half, madam; I recently came up with a new build and have been training with it”, Mr. Kang explains. Mr. Kang used to be Junhee’s subordinate during her Nighthaven days, and she was the one who convinced you to hire him as a chauffeur. “You’ve always been the creative one, Mr. Kang—I’ll need a list of the parts you used for it, by the way”, she praises him.

Mr. Kang drops you off in front of The Sapphire and opens the door for you with a press of a button. “Director Han”, a staff greets you at the door with a polite bow, “your reservation is ready, sir. Kindly follow me, please”. You hold Junhee’s hand as you follow the staff to your table, secluded from the rest of the visitors. You pull out some money from Junhee’s handbag (since you don’t carry much cash) and hand it to him, “thank you for your help”. “Thank you for the visit, director. Your appetizers will come out soon. Have a good night, sir and madam”, the staff bows again and walks away with a smile. “How did he know that you’re a director, love?”, Junhee asks. You chuckle at her question, “I mean, almost everyone does, whether they hate me or not. Not to mention that The Sapphire’s owners have been good friends with my parents since I was a kid”.

A waiter sets some plates with fancy food on your table while another pours some wine into the glasses. “How long is this dinner, by the way, love?”, Junhee asks as she eyes the food. “9 courses, I think”, you answer her and turn to the waiters and one of them gives you a nod, “yes, 9 courses. Thank you very much, we will be enjoying this”. You lift a glass of wine for a toast, “to us, baby, until the end of time”. Junhee lifts her glass and clinks it with yours, “to us, love, until the end of time”.

“Here’s your final course, sir and madam”, the waiter says. “Ah, the last one already?”, you comment, “where has time gone, baby?”. Junhee smiles at you oh-so-warmly, “time flies like a fighter jet when you spend it by talking and laughing with those you love, honey”. Truer words have never been said before and they make you realize how blessed you’ve been throughout your life; “I love you so, so much, baby, but I can’t come up with the words to express myself”, you say with glassy eyes, “I want to get you a gift right now—you know, like a symbol”. “You are my gift, honey—one that never stops giving”, she says with teary eyes as well.

You walk out of the restaurant hand-in-hand with Junhee and head towards the car. You open the passenger door and ask Junhee to enter first. You hear a commotion from your left, but initially pay no attention to it and keep minding your business. That is, until the source of the commotion, a man who has a shirt with your face crossed out, appears from around the corner and aims his gun at you. You scream in pain when you feel hot lead hit your left shoulder, and Junhee screams in panic and pulls you into the car. Mr. Kang gets ready to jump out and shoot back, but you tell him no; “don’t, Mr. Kang—just get us out, please”, you say before grunting from the pain.

Mr. Kang plants his foot on the gas and speeds away to get some help for you, and you hear some more shots land on the car. “Love, love”, Junhee calls out to you as tears flow down her cheeks, “stay with me, stay with me, please. Faster, Mr. Kang!”. Your eyelids feel like they weigh a quintal, and you feel powerless to keep them open.

You’re lying flat on your back with a bright light shining right in your eyes, and you wonder if you died and is seeing God right now. “God, please protect my fiancé; watch over her and bless her like you’ve blessed me”, you mutter to yourself. “Oppa! Oppa!”, you hear Junhee’s voice coming from God-knows-where, and you can’t help but shed tears. “I’m so sorry for breaking your heart, love. I never meant it to end like this. I love you, baby”, you say to yourself.

A higher power places your soul back into your body as if telling you that this isn’t over yet, and you jolt as if you were electrocuted. You look to your right and see Junhee sitting on a chair next to you: she’s crying her heart out with her hands on her face. “Junhee-yah”, you weakly call out to her, and she gasps in shock before rushing to you. “Love! Love, you’re awake—oh God, thank you—thank you so much”, she says in tears, “I’m so sorry, love. I-I was supposed to protect you. Oh, God, I failed you”. You try to sit, but Junhee holds you down, “no-no-no, please, just lay down. You’re safe here; Mr. Kang is guarding the door”. You wipe her tears with your thumb, “are you okay, baby? Are you hurt?”. Junhee shakes her head as she presses your hand against her cheek, “I-I’m fine, love”. You show her a gentle smile, “then you didn’t fail anyone, love; this is simply an accident”.

You take a good look around the room and the IV drip and heart monitor tell you that you’re at a hospital. “Thank you for bringing me here, love”, you tell Junhee, “I hope no one gave you trouble”. Junhee exhales deeply before answering, “this hospital is secretly owned and run by Nighthaven; they don't ask questions”. You suddenly feel a sharp pain in your shoulder area, and you let out a grunt because of it; “do you know where he hit me?”, you ask her. “Somewhere here”, she points at her own shoulder, under the collarbone, “the bullet is still sitting in your body, by the way—it’s fine, though, you’ll live”.

Junhee sits back down in her chair and texts Mr. Kang and your parents, telling them that you’re alive and well—minus the bullet wound. You chuckle while looking at her, “I was about to ask if you’re hungry, but we literally just had dinner”. Junhee pecks you in the cheek, “I haven’t even thanked you for taking me to dinner—thank you, love”. Since you can’t sit and peck her back, you opt to peck her hand instead, “happy anniversary, baby”. “Happy anniversary, oppa”, she replies with a merry smile.

You’re cleared to go home after spending 3 days in the hospital, and you finally see Mr. Kang since the shooting as you’re walking to the car. “Director, pleased to see you again”, he says with a bow, “my apologies for not reacting in time, sir”. You pat him on the back, “it’s fine, Mr. Kang. As long as no one else got hurt, I’m content with it”. He nods and smiles, “one more thing, sir; your secretary received a message from your parents saying that they’re inviting you to dinner on the 21st”. “Dinner, Mr. Kang? Did they forget what just happened?”, you let out an amused chuckle. “The dinner will be at their house, sir, and your fiancé has arranged for Nighthaven to guard the area—she might not be one of them anymore, but she’s still the highly-respected Head of Personnel Development in their eyes”, he explains. “Aaaah, I want to go hoooome”, Junhee whines, “love, please; can we not go home already?”. “You heard the lady, Mr. Kang; let’s go home”, you say to him.

Junhee drags you to the bedroom and asks you to sit on the edge of the bed, presumably because she desperately wants your cock after spending a few days without sex. “Are you that horny, baby?”, you ask Junhee, who is seemingly in a rush to strip. “You have no idea”, she says, “I would’ve sucked your cock and have you cum in me that night if it wasn’t for that fucking bastard”. She turns away from you and holds your cock as she lowers herself, “I want it in my ass, daddy—can I have it in my ass, please?”. You both know that your cock and her asshole are dry, but you don’t want to ruin Junhee’s mood, so you let her do what she wants and agree to fuck her ass again.

Hearing your approval, she starts lowering her butt until your tip is at her entrance. Once she manages to get the tip in, you pull her down roughly and fill her ass with your entire shaft. She throws her head back and screams, “ah-ah—daddy, so full—ah-ah, yes”. You then yank her hair and ask her where your cock is; “it-it’s in my ass, daddy—FUCK, YES, PLEASE”, she answers with a scream because you’re getting impatient with the slow pace and thrust up into her ass.

You feel tired after a few minutes, so you pull out and ask her to get on her hands and knees on the bed. Junhee’s arms become limp as you’re fucking her from behind, causing her to drop her torso onto the bed. You spank her multiple times as you’re fucking her ass hard and fast, making Junhee scream both in pain and pleasure. “Daddy, daddy, yes—fuck, yes—do me, daddy”, she chants repeatedly. “I hope you like it rough”, you say to her as you plant your feet on the bed to get a better posture to fuck her.

You finally blow your load in her ass with a groan, but unlike last time, Junhee isn’t squirting. She also doesn’t resist when you pull out, choosing to drop her ass flat onto the bed due to exhaustion. “You were so rough, daddy; I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after this”, she comments with heavy breaths. “I’m so sorry, love. You made me really horny, and I went off the rails”, you apologize as you pat her back gently.

You roll Junhee onto her back and cuddle her, “I know I technically didn’t go anywhere, but I’ve missed you so much, baby”. Junhee steals a peck from your cheek, “I’ve missed you too, love. I’m so glad you’re okay now”. You glance at the clock hanging on the wall and see that you still have a lot of time until bedtime, “love, are we ready to call it a night or do you have other ideas?”. She gathers her might and straddles your thighs, “you haven’t filled my pussy, love; one more round, please? I want you to make me sore”.

Her words arouse you, and you feel your cock hardening again instantly after hearing that you’ll be doing another round. Junhee holds your cock in one hand and starts stroking it, “always so hard for me, aren’t you? I love it”. You close your eyes and enjoy the handjob she’s giving you. That is, until she asks for your attention; “eyes on me, love”, she says with a smile. You look at Junhee in the eyes, and she immediately stuff herself with your cock. “Fuck, the size catches me off guard every single time”, she says before taking the entirety of your cock in her pussy, “oh, fuck, so full again”.

You don’t want to miss out on Junhee’s heavenly soft moans, so you pull her down and keep her in your arms while her hips are busy going up and down your cock at a relaxed tempo. “Moan for me, love; you know how much I love the sound”, you say to her. Junhee nibbles your ear before moaning right into your ears. “Ah-ah—honey, I love you so much”, she says softly into your ears, “everything about you is just perfect, honey—take me, honey, yes”. You want to reply to her with your own words, but your low voice doesn’t sound as sexy as hers, so you decide to do something else. You latch your lips on her neck and start sucking and nibbling, feeling keen on planting hickeys on her pale skin. “Yes, mark me, love—I’ll show them who I belong to”, Junhee eggs you on. With her encouragement, you suck on her neck harder until it’s red.

Rough sex is fun and all, but nothing beats slow romantic sex with very minimal profanity, as you’re able to rejoice in the sensations and show your significant other how much you love them, just like how you and Junhee are doing it right now. “My love, I want to cum with you”, she says softly between moans. “Kiss me, baby”, you say to her as you guide her chin towards you. Junhee plants her lips on yours and starts kissing you lovingly and passionately, adding a bit of tongue wrestling on top of it. Junhee breaks the kiss to deliver some news, “I’m so close, my love. Please, please finish with me”.

Orgasm is finally at the door again after what felt like half an hour, and your cock twitches in Junhee’s pussy. “Yes, love, give it to—OH, GOD”, Junhee cuts herself off and yelps as she reaches her peak. You follow closely behind her and blow your load inside her pussy. Junhee kisses you again as she rides her high, only breaking it after it passes. “I love you so much, honey”, she says. “How much?”, you say with a teasing smile. Junhee straightens her posture and makes a big circle with her hands, “thiiiiis much”. You laugh at her antic, “I love you more, baby”.

There are stray strands of hair all over her face, so you do your best to tidy them up for her. She lies on your body after you’re done, “thank you for everything, love”. “You’re welcome, baby. Thank you”, you reply to her, “you want to let me out, or no?”. “No, let’s just stay like this until tomorrow, that way I’ll be able to ride you first thing in the morning—would you consent to that, by the way?”, she says. You smile at her, “of course; it’s not like you’ll cut my penis off when I’m asleep, is it? What makes you want me to stay inside, though?”.

She plants her hands on your chest and looks at you, “I don’t know if other men’s penis does this, but yours doesn’t shrink; you’re just limp—you’re very big, by the way, if you haven’t noticed already. I’d love to keep your penis in my mouth or vagina all day long if it was up to me”. You laugh at her words, “it feels like you’d do a lot of things if it was up to you”. She slaps your chest playfully before resting on your body again, “I really want to be naked all day and let you do what you want to me, though”. “What about the household assistants, love? You don’t want them to see you run around the house naked, do you?”, you ask. “Oh, you’re right”, she says as the gears in her head turn, “we can give them a day off, no? That way the house will be empty. Please say yes, love”. You smile and shake your head in amusement, “sure, baby. Just tell me when, okay?”.

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MISS DIPLOMAT & MR. CHARMING |

dominik szoboszlai x female reader.

author's note: this handsome man's living rent-free in my head. he's a freaking masterpiece. talented, funny, charismatic, attractive. i watched interviews, tiktok videos made by supporters and much more to understand a little bit of his language, personality and what he does towards friends and loved ones. laughed a lot! i made my homework as a writer, hope you enjoy it! (compliments and any kind of retributions are more than welcomed).

summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.

words and characters: 1,811/11,223. it was three days working too hard on this story. i'm begging for your consideration, lol.

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sports diplomacy: it's the unique power of sport to bring people, nations, and communities closer together via a shared love of physical pursuits. this responsibility is the reason of a transition between strangers to connected individuals, advancing foreign policy goals and augmenting sport for development initiatives. the complex landscape where sport, politics, and diplomacy overlap become clearer, as do the pitfalls of using sport as a tool for overcoming and mediating separation between people, nonstate actors, and states. the power of sport has never been more important. so far, the 21st century has been dominated by disintegration, introspection, and the retreat of the nation-state from the globalization agenda. in such an environment, scholars, students, and practitioners of international relations are beginning to rethink how sport might be used to tackle climate change, gender inequality, and the united nations sustainable development goals, for example. to boost these integrative, positive efforts is to focus on the means as well as the ends, that is, the diplomacy, plural networks, and processes involved in the role sport can play in tackling the monumental traditional and human security challenges of our time. credits: international studies association and oxford university press.

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MLSZ (hungarian football federation) ──

new training ground at telki.

"i can't believe that being in places like this made up my most theoretically utopian childhood dreams. what a progress in front of me!" you still witness exciting moments where you pinch yourself, trying to believe in the reality that surrounds you: visiting the new training center of the players who are just a few meters away from you, getting ready to represent an entire country.

"your presence is our privilege. a voice of the spread of eurocup to our nation, right here…" the technical director gives you deference, obtaining a measure of humbleness and respect by you.

"the honor belongs to me in its entirety. grateful for having me, sir. while the view is immersive and captivating — my fervent congratulations to everyone involved — could we retreat from the pleasant glass-enclosed room and see everything closer, on the outside? please? i will never get used to this atmosphere." you pour politeness and charisma to the staffs around you, being directed to the proximity of the field and saluting the employees who pass through your path.

meet dominik — your szobo — instigates the nostalgic combination of detailed moments in which your thoughts display as photographic retrospectives. you're incapable to oppose the little enthusiastic laughs, fidgeting the rings between your fingers and avoiding possible suspicious glances from others. however, for you, this wouldn't actually work. the lives of you both are correlated, but different.

the training session is finished. clapping your hands and celebrating the performances, you greet the athletes and recognize some familiar people. nevertheless, reality slows down after those dark woody eyes capture through your soul. his arms tattoos are glorified by the sun's rays, the same illuminated smile is offered to you: that one you got during the very first time you saw him — instantly knowing he made you testimony the accuracy of freedom, catharsis and emotional amorous complement. that he'd be the one to introduce you what you never experienced, what you thought you'd never receive or deserve. what love truly is. when you were novices in your actual professions, not even imagining the future gifts of your unreal purposes.

"there you are!" intimately, dominik points at you, being reciprocated by vibrant nods and your old sort of secret — not that mysterious or serious — handshake. "még mindig emlékszel rá? (still remembering it?). you're a real one!"

"hogy tudnám elfelejteni? alábecsülsz engem. (how could i forget it? you're underestimating me)". your defensive actions demonstrate purposeful falseness. masking any sensitive, verbal or figurative communicative fragment from him is a difficulty that makes you give in over time. honestly, you never complain about this. it's like he wants to understand the factors and layers of you.

"a te kézfogás fickó. ne merészelj lecserélni engem. (your handshake man… don't you dare to replace me)". a shameless wink is send to you, butterflies acquiring space in your stomach.

"és hivatalosan is a szavamat adom rá. (and you officially have my word on it)." your gloss is pigmented against your fingers while you raise it up, displaying an oath, wondering if szoboszlai comprehends that his replacement in your life would be blasphemous.

"diplomata kisasszony, (miss diplomat)…" the hungarian fingerprints are shared and you recognize the sign to hold them, ready to perform your typical fashion icon moment. "gorgeous as always. go ahead! you know what to do!".

amusement surrounds you with the nickname's citation. although, you could feel some curious glances, from the outsiders, about the intimacy between you and him. "i appreciate, our top-class national bless…" you move your body in rotations to exclaim the outfit's characteristics, lifting your feet to show off the specificities of your heels. "how is your hair so well-groomed after sweating, though?" your arms cross and you raise an eyebrow in questioning, trying to hide your fascination.

"thank you, my number-one fan, but don't change the subject. finish our inside joke, c'mon!" dominik grabs his water bottle and spreads the cooling liquid on his forehead, wiping the glowing droplets across his face as he lifted his jersey high enough to exhibits his fortified abs.

your attention is directed to any surrounding scenery, throat being piked. szoboszlai pretends he doesn't notice, preventing to embarrass you.

"alright, alright! you've won, bájos úr… (mr. charming)". your final comment escapes as, practically, a whisper. you can't control the shy laughter, coupled with the considerable redness invading your cheeks.

"that's the secret to make my day!" using his tongue to reproduce a sharp noise, he matches your humorous reactions. "would you like me to show you the infrastructure changes? i'm just gonna take a shower!"

"i've already been granted a tour around here, but in case you insist…" during the dialogue, some athletes cross your space, wishing them good luck for the competition. your concentration on the activity is significant, at the point that dominik's silent admiration goes unnoticed.

"i mean, you know me! i'm gonna insist anyway, so…" he reaches your captivity, bringing you jollification.

"i'll rate you as a personal tour guide. now, go there!" jesting each other, you both exchange exaggerated reverences, like a challenge of who makes the most chaotic one.

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walking around the area, various subjects are explored, informations entrusted. you ask and are updated about his ethereal younger sister.

portraits of the generations are framed. you magnifies his presence in celebratory pictures, dedicated to find him in the memories and achievements on that wall. pride shines from you and the hungarian finds it lovely.

"you know i'm a sucker for accents… they're much more than mere verbal characteristics, they're stories: life experiences, marks and scars. identities and cultural integrations." the topic is random. through generalized opinions, you're explaining conceptions and dominik is retaining mental observations. he exalts every scrap of your identity, like a faithful worshiper.

"basically, you're admitting being enchanted by my accent. i can see the stars in your eyes. a win is a win!" szoboszlai and his frequent attribute to physical touch, tickling your ears and playing with them. it doesn't bother you, actually: adoring the affection exuded by you and him. you feel like a little girl dealing with your one and only love.

"it's beautiful, how can you blame me? and hey, i know mine's making you grin too." he holds your arm, shivers running down your spine, the two of you being euphoric in the midst of your own enthusiasm.

"putting me against the wall? okay, hum… what were you saying before?" he's changing the subject and you have a natural wit to boo him. lifting his shoulders as a surrender, the hungarian focuses on the specific loose strands of his simple bracelet, which you get used to help him tie it again, willingly.

"trying to avoid the truth? fine! let me take care of you while i talk about my admiration towards globalization and communication. like, with every fiber of me…" you accept the conversation's direction and utter a 'voilà' towards the accessory's new appearance.

"that's why you're the best person i've ever seen doing this job." dominik compliments you, an act full of honesty.

"thanks a lot, mate. but which job? as your bracelet helper or my real one?" you provide tenderness, looking amused.

"i mean… both of them." szoboszlai chuckles, revealing courtesy by your continuous helpfulness.

"literally? because i know you know a lot of people. you're so young and already is the national team's captain." you nudge him in a form of tease. he's a starboy, it's undeniable.

"flattered! literally, thought. you were born for this, believe me." vulnerability collides to you, as his words are deliberated: emotions embracing you and warming your insides.

"dominik szoboszlai, my dear friend, you're gonna make me cry, right here. i'm sorry, i need to do it…"

innocent satisfaction builds strength over you and executes unthought-of approach to the tangibility of your gratitude — his colony enrapturing your sensitive olfaction — in the most out-of-control way. the sounds reach your hearing: a choir of angels singing hallelujah. he reciprocates the contact, laughing at your juvenile excitement. joining him and doing the same thing, harmonizing the triumph. in the separation of the touch, you both remain close to each other and the hungarian doesn't miss the opportunity to feel the softness of your side face, caressing the skin. appreciation and satisfaction invade your structure, delighting on the palm of his hand.

"just a dear friend? why are we pretending all this time?" dominik's reading you. the intimidation at the sight of him overhanging you is paralyzing. you don't usually back down, but in that instant — superior than your most repressed desires — your gasps are escaped.

"who is putting who against the wall now?" insisting and failing on your witty answers, shyness and uncertainty corrodes you.

"please, look at me! i'm not kidding anymore." his voice is questioning, intrigued — contradictorily vulnerable and calm — your rationality being fragmented, fragile.

"you know i'm not the kind of woman you're surrounding by, domi. i'm not an influencer, bikini model. i'm not a public figure. i don't live for the cameras and gossip platforms. i live to work hard. i didn't achieve any of this with some type of perk. my routine and your routine are based on traveling..." who could deny it? szoboszlai's always been all that you see. it's much more than a mere passion. your attraction to him is magnetic, intense, vivid. consequently, terrifying.

"i'm just asking for a chance, (your nickname). i don't lie when i say i've never met someone like you. i may be surrounded by a crowd and you'll still be the one to steal my attention, because nobody compares to you."

your eyelids are closed and the exhalation of his sigh penetrates your lungs with the numbing breath of life you've never experienced before. it's happening: the rare situation where thinking carefully about the pros and cons is unworthy, dumbness. your decision is made and the privilege's resolution unify your lips. the beginning demonstrates slowness and patience — the intensification through the concluded wait of the longed-for reality, transforming light and magical kisses into open mouths discovering each other and witnessing the endearment that both offer — hairs, necks, shoulders and waists captured.

"you're the first to create a meaningful presence in my mind and heart. i want you to be the last one too. i love you, kincs (my treasure). i'm finally brave enough to demonstrate it with no fears." dominik's forearm covers your upper torso. your back against his chest, noses resting on each others. rejoicing at the miraculous, incomparable circumstance.

"i love you, drágám (my precious). you're finally mine and it was so fucking worth waiting." his whisper: the living proof of celestial existence.

"how blessed we are…" intertwined bodies, coalesced essences. solitary melodies turning into the sweetest and most complete symphony.

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aenais · 11 months ago

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Hunger | Kuroo Tetsuro Chapter 2

Part 2 of The Train's Coming (masterlist)

Pairing: businessman!Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: you're colleagues and you're screwin'. Now, it's finally time for you and Kuroo to present your big business proposal to the board.

Word count: ~1.8k

Tags/Warnings: Smutty near the end, heated makeout, Kuroo's hard-on, FWB, Timeskip!Kuroo, sexual tension, humor, Ikkei and Keishin Ukai make an appearance, so does Bokuto

“Now that is gutsy, Miss L/N,” Director Nekomata said. You cringed slightly, not sure yet how to take that.

“Gusty!” Washijo bellowed. “They’re trying to poach my job—”

“Tanji,” Director Ukai said, rubbing his wrinkled forehead. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t want to do it like this.” He sighed. “You’re fired.”

You thought that after almost thirty years as the Head of Sports Promotion at one of the largest companies in the nation, Tanji Washijo would be a bit more well-versed in the art of diplomacy. “Excuse me?!” the man shrieked. You had been wrong.

“This is outrageous!” he cried. “It’s—it’s egregious!”

“Alright, old man, pack it up,” Ukai the younger snarled. Seated beside his uncle at the Board of Directors’ table, his only real job at these meetings was to take notes—but you always liked it when he spoke up. He was funny. “What, do you read a damn thesaurus every morning before walking in here?”

You made the mistake of glancing over at Kuroo. The eye contact almost sent you both cracking up, but you averted your gaze frantically, reigning it in. He clasped a hand tightly over his mouth, furrowing his brows like he was observing the situation in front of him with dire concern.

“Decades!” Washijo hollered. “Three decades I’ve been a diligent employee at this company, and now this—” he pointed accusingly at Ukai Junior “—delinquent! Thinks he can talk back to me?!”

“What did you call me?” Keishin leapt to his feet, banging a fist on the table.

“Oh, for God’s sake—security!” Ukai Senior roared. He grabbed his nephew by the collar, yanking him down to his seat. Two burly-looking security guards walked in, and Ikkei turned tiredly to them. “Please. Help Tanji back to his desk,” he said. “And get him, I dunno, a box or something for his belongings.”

“A box or something—!”

“Right away, sir,” interjected one of the guards, a broad man with spiky gray-and-black hair. The dude glanced at Kuroo for a second, and suddenly you remembered: that was Kotarou Bokuto, Kuroo’s friend from high school.

“Preposterous!” Washijo cried. “I thought we were friends, Ikkei! This—this is asinine!”

“Jesus,” Keishin muttered.

“I won’t forget this! After years of service for this company—!”

“Alright, big guy,” Kotarou said, placing a firm hand on the man’s shoulder. He and the other guard began walking him to the door. Right before he left, he turned furtively to Kuroo, and you caught him whisper, “Good luck with all this, man.”

“Thanks, Ko,” Kuroo mumbled, utterly in shock.

And so, security marched Tanji Washijo, the former Head of Promotion—kicking and screaming—out the conference room door. For a few moments, the rest of the Board looked on with unease. Someone fiddled with his collar, another tapped his pen nervously against the table. Then, they turned their attention onto you two. The presumptive new Heads of Promotion. They appraised you carefully, sizing you up in that condescending, corporate way. Only Nekomata smiled at you.

“Excellent work on your proposal, once again!” he said serenely.

You smiled nervously at the tranquil old man. “Thank you, sir.”

“Thank you,” Kuroo echoed, and when you glanced over you saw his matching smile—that blinding, charismatic smile. In classic fashion, he’d shaken off his stupor in record speed. Kuroo always lands on his feet, you thought, grinning a little wider as you snuck another look at him. Dear God, he looked good in that jacket.

“Agreed,” Ukai Senior said. “Mr. Kuroo, Miss L/N, you’ve both shown promising work in all your time here. I’m truly pleased.” Your heart warmed at that—it meant so much coming from him. Ukai was undoubtedly tougher than Nekomata, ten times harder to impress. You thought of all the sleepless nights you and Kuroo had put into this project, and you simmered with pride. It finally felt like it’d all been worth it.

“We need young blood like you leading this company,” he continued.

Your breath caught. You felt Kuroo’s eyes shift to yours for a second, but you didn’t dare return the look. Not now.

“I’m completely in favor of instating you both as the next co-Heads of Promotion,” Ukai said. You thought you might die right there on the conference room floor.

“I’ll second that!” Nekomata announced.

“I’ll third it,” Ukai Junior agreed. He winked good-naturedly at the two of you.

“Shut up, Keishin,” said Ikkei.

“Oh, fuck you, old man.”

And before you even knew what was happening, the meeting was over. The Board members were all on their feet and milling about the room, buzzing with arbitrary conversation—none of which really registered in your mind. A few people came over to shake your hand or to clap Kuroo on the shoulder, and you let it all happen by default. Your brain was as good as boiled cabbage right now. You were the Head of Promotion. You felt like throwing up. In a good way, though. Definitely in a good way.

You didn’t know how you wound up back at your old shared cubicle with Kuroo. Nekomata was having you both gather your things to shift them into a shiny new office, so, in a daze, you collected your belongings, unstuck your dozens of post-it notes from around your desk, and were just about to leave the cramped old place behind. Kuroo, however, hesitated by the window. A ghost of a smile flickered on his face as he gazed out that shitty, tiny window, out toward the skyline beyond. The day was almost over, and the city lights were beginning to come alive.

“I know it’s cliché,” he said, “but I’m really gonna miss this view.”

“Yeah? Wait till you see the view from our new office.”

“Sure, but…just c’mere for a sec.” Some unidentifiable emotion rippled across his face as he beckoned you over. You complied, puzzled. “Look,” he said, pointing down onto the street. “Over on that side. That’s—”

“Miya’s Noodle Shop!” you realized, laughing. “I never knew you could see it from here. Do you remember—”

“The first time we went to lunch together?” Kuroo said. “‘Course I do.” You looked up at him, catching the way he gazed down at the shop fondly. “Those first few months, I thought I’d never make a friend in this city. Then you came along.”

Oh, man. After everything that’d already happened today, Kuroo had to go ahead and do this—make you all sappy and emotional in a way that was definitely unbecoming of a brand-new manager. You gazed at his peaceful expression, noticing the glazed look behind his eyes: his only indication that he was reeling, too. He, too, was in utter disbelief that you’d finally, finally made it here. And then he went ahead and got all mushy on you, somehow echoing the exact sentiment you’d thought this morning on the train. Life was so lonely before you.

“You haven’t stopped taking the train since.” You smirked at him, letting an edge of teasing into your voice. “Am I your only friend, Kuroo?”

He whirled. Jaw tense, brows drawn tight, he leveled you with a piercing stare. His face was dead serious when he replied, “You’re the only one that counts.”

About two years ago, you threw caution to the wind and accepted a job offer in a new city. Thus began almost two years of a breakneck routine: waking up at ungodly hours, primping yourself up for the day, and dragging yourself to the station, only to wait in silence by the tracks as the train took its sweet time to arrive. Like everything else about your life, the mornings had become all about hustle. You were running to catch the train, running to finish all your assignments, running on precious little to keep yourself awake and alive. It was the nature of the job, unfortunately. You got used to it.

But after all this time, you had finally realized an integral thing: the work could only satisfy you so much. This promotion was everything you had wanted—you were nothing short of thrilled. Yet you knew that, like any drug, success has a shelf-life. Your body metabolizes that thrill, over and over and over again, until it doesn’t quite hit you the same way anymore. In other words, you had long since realized that there needed to be more to your life than the job. You had to find other ways to make yourself happy, or else risk the danger of burning out once and for all.

Kuroo made you happy. Really happy.

He stood there, neat and polished, in his ironed tie and white button-up. His hair was fighting the product he’d put in it this morning, trying to stick out in that characteristic, bedhead way. It was a gorgeously endearing sight. And the way he was looking at you now, earnest and vulnerable, made you want to abandon all common sense. Screw “unbecoming.” You wanted to jump right into his arms.

“That…means a lot,” you finally said. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. For everything. For being here, and being…you.” You swallowed hard, finding it increasingly difficult to keep the emotion out of your voice. “My turn to be cliché. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Kuroo’s eyes crinkled in a grin—and then, he scanned up and down the hallway. Abruptly, he backed you against the wall, barricading your line of sight with his broad shoulders, and before you could even protest, he cradled your jaw in one palm.

“Me neither,” he whispered. And Kuroo kissed you.

It was voltaic.

Charged with hours worth of pent-up longing, it was slow and deep and devastatingly warm. Heat rushed like liquid lightning through your veins as he worked his lips against you, his other hand coming up to pull your waist into his. You gasped into his mouth, and felt him smile against your own.

“Fuck,” you whispered, parting from him. He giggled like you’d said something funny. “We shouldn’t do this here,” you said.

“Says who? We’re their bosses now.”

“That doesn’t mean—” Kuroo didn’t let you finish; he slammed his lips back against yours, and immediately this kiss felt different. Messily, desperately, Kuroo slid his tongue into your mouth, gliding it against yours. One of his hands was fisting in your hair, tugging you ever closer. The other was gripping your hip, and you could feel the throbbing heat of him pulsing to life against your thigh. Images from your exchange this morning bubbled back into mind, and you remembered the night you’d promised him—the culmination to all the teasing you’d put him through.

Not that he was teasing you any less. He began kissing slowly down the side of your neck, and you couldn’t hold back the embarrassing sound that tumbled out of you. Again, Kuroo huffed a laugh into your skin, like all of this was hilarious to him. “Shut up,” you whispered, weaving your fingers into his hair. He didn’t even say anything in response. But he pulled away from you—you fought down the disappointed whine that almost left you at the loss of contact—and his eyes met yours. They smoldered with want. With longing.

With that all-too-familiar hunger.

You breathed heavily. “Wanna get out of here?” you murmured.

And the rest was history.

Part 3 here

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stellar-constellations · 2 years ago

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An Alliance (Part 4)

Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

Parts: One, two, three, current part, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

(Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!

The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story).

Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability).

The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.

This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!

I followed the first and second-lieutenant down the city hall hallway, holding our heads up high and walking with purpose. I tried to appear confident but I wasn't quite sure if I was as convincing as Briar and lieutenant—I look like a joke compared to them and it's all cause of my height (I'm sorry if you're not under 5'10").

I mentally glared at Briar and lieutenant.

If I was taller, people would take me more seriously. Maybe if I was 6'6", Briar would stop being a jerk.

I ignored the thought we entered an open-door room. Immediately, Jim was nervous.

"D-do you people need something?!" he spoke, nervous in his seat.

Tsk-tsk. You're already acting like you know why we're here.

The lieutenant showed Jim his SSS badge, then spoke: "We're from the State Security Service. Jim Hayward, correct? You're under arrest for suspicion of espionage."

Me and Briar both walked behind him and grabbed his arms.

"Y-you think I'm a spy?! Hey, wait!" he exclaimed as we dragged him as he tried sliding his feet on the floor.

People gathered around, shocked and scared at the scene they're witnessing

Wussies. And why the hell is everyone here? Does nobody know how to mind their damn business? I thought, my anger starting to raise as we were being gawked at by noisy bystanders.

"Stop this! Let me go!" Jim protested.

"Shut up. You can give your story back at HQ." Lieutenant spoke.

Thank you. I was about to tell him off in a much more unprofessional way.

We dragged him to an armored van, throwing him in the back as me and Briar closed the door and opened the backseat doors, hopping in as first-lieutenant jumped in the passenger-seat.

"Drive to HQ." Lieutenant ordered the driver.

The driver nodded as he sped off. I softly sighed and leaned my head on Briar's shoulder.

"Get. Off..." he harshly muttered, nudging me away from him.

I glared at him, sticking out my tongue before leaning back on his shoulder.

"I don't wanna..." I muttered back.

"I don't care what you want..." he quickly retorted.

I mentally whined, leaning off of Briar and huffing as I crossed my arms and legs to show I was angry.

"Thank you for your assistance today, you two." The lieutenant spoke, causing me and Briar to both jump slightly, forgetting that he was here.

I looked up and saw him staring at us from the driver mirror.

"T-thank you, sir!" Briar quickly spoke, nodding his head in respect.

"Y-yes! Thank you for allowing me to accompany you both on this mission." I smiled, nodding my head too.

I didn't really want him to assume I was being disrespectful or naive; this guy kind of scares me.

The Director waited outside of the interrogation room with me and Briar, waiting for any word from the lieutenant.

"Second-lieutenant Briar and female-lieutenant Mrs. Briar." The Director acknowledged, then looked at Briar. "Show your wife how it's done." The Director spoke, placing a cigar in his mouth.

Briar smiled, his eye twitching as I mentally gagged. We didn't say nothing since other officers were around us.

"Yes, sir!" he saluted as I quickly copied his actions, "I'll give this my best shot!" he smiled, his eyes darkening as I mentally eyed him, confused with his sudden confidence in this.

Is there something up his sleeve?

We both walked into the dark room, seeing Jim facing the wall and at Lieutenant. A man sat in a nearby desk, documenting everything on paper as he wrote.

"Good work, Lieutenant. The boss asked me to switch in." Briar spoke.

"Okay. I'll leave him to you two." Lieutenant spoke, a cigarette in his mouth as he stood up and patted Briar's shoulder.

He walked over to me and patted me on the head. I watched him leave the room, visibly shocked and glaring holes into the back of his head.

What'd he do that for?! Why didn't he pat me on the shoulder like Briar? Was that his way of saying he doesn't respect me as he does to Briar? Did he do that cause I'm a woman? Was it because of the height difference? I know Briar's more his height but the audacity of that man!

Briar took a seat in front of Jim as I decided to watch a few steps away, watching closely to see how different he decided to take the approach as he did to me the first time we met.

"Hello there, Mr. Hayward." Briar spoke, taking off his hat and taking a seat, just as he did when we met yesterday.

"...I have nothing to say." Jim sighed.

I took a good look at his face and did my best not to cackle.

I guess being a woman isn't that bad if I don't get tortured like him. I thought to myself.

Mr. Hayward had a completely bruised and swollen left eye, his face bruised and bloody as blood trickled from his nose and mouth (he was also missing a tooth). His arms and hands were burnt with cigarettes; I was able to tell from the specific blisters swelling up a pale red and the container containing smushed cigarettes (also because lieutenant walked out with a cigarette in his mouth).

"Listen to this!" Briar spoke excitedly, leaning on the table. "After this, I'll be going to congratulate my sister on her wedding!"

Now that caught me off guard.

We're going to visit Briar's sister? I thought, before immediately shaking my head. Of course I'm not. Briar would never trust me around his dear sister, he doesn't even trust me to make coffee without running! Not to mention he gags just at the thought of us being legally married, so there's no way he's making me see his sister. He'll probably just drop me off in the Director's office.

That thought made me angry. I wanna meet her! I want to know if she's a jerk like Briar or if she's nice!

"I haven't even seen her for so long! I can't wait!" Briar cheered.

"Uh...okay..." Jim spoke, confused.

"She's so kind and beautiful! I've always been so proud of my sister." Briar continued on.

I silently-huffed, crossing my arms as I showed my distaste.

Why he is so excited? It's just family? If my family was still alive, I'd be visiting them every weekend! It feels like I have competition for Briar, and I hate it.

Competition? For Briar? I mentally gagged. No, no. I just don't want him to get distracted. Maybe if he realizes his sister knows about me, he'll kill me because he's so ashamed of his sister finding out about me! I'm not worried about fighting for his attention! That would be childish of me.

Yeah...childish...

Just the thought of imagining this kind, beautiful, older sister of Briar's just left a disgusting, bitter taste in my mouth that not even plain black coffee or aloe could compete too.

I'm not jealous! I thought, tapping my boot on the ground to cope as I bit my cheek harder.

"Um, but...I..." Jim was utterly confused, just like me.

"Oh! And she even works at the same office as you!" Briar beamed.

The financial department in city hall? Is that why Briar wanted to know who I met when I was at city hall for a recent mission? Wow! He must really hate me if he doesn't want his sister to even know of my presence!

I bit my cheek even harder, my foot tapping more rapidly as I started to dig my nails into my arms.

"That reminds me, I really need to call her office soon! Actually, I still haven't told her I'm coming..." Briar spoke, looking at the watch on his wrist. "Anyways, I'd like to finish this up and clock out. So how about you just tell me everything real quick?" Briar smiled.

"T-there's nothing to tell! This whole accusation is bullcrap!" Jim shouted.

I watched as Briar pulled that yellow envelope out of his pocket that he collected from his office earlier. He emptied out the contents of it, showing pictures of Jim Hayward giving a man with a trench coat, suitcase, and hat a folder.

Ooo. Red-handed! I thought, resisting the urge to gasp. Wait, where did he get those if he didn't know about Jim yesterday?

"These are photos of you handing over the documents. That is you, right, Mr. Hayward?" Briar smiled contently.

"Hold on! You! Why weren't these photos in evidence until now!?" the man documenting this shouted, hastily writing with one hand as he looked at Briar, holding a photo of Jim Hayward committing treason in his other hand.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn them over. Ha ha." Briar smiled.

I eyed him suspiciously but decided not to say anything until later.

Hayward looked down and scoffed in defeat. He stayed quiet for a minute before speaking.

"...All I did was make copies of the documents they asked for and leave them at the designated location in exchange for cash." He admitted. "It's true that I don't know anything about the other man. Not even his name. Just that he's from the West."

Briar immediately looked at me, causing me to mentally scoff and shake my head: "He said a man; not a woman." I said with my eyes. "Wasn't me."

Briar looked back at Jim. "Did you notice anything unusual about him? The way he speaks? Body language? Maybe just an uncomfortable feeling? For example, did anything about him not match his apparent age?" Briar questioned.

"I'm not sure... I don't remember anything like that..." Jim spoke.

"Alright then." Briar sighed, leaning his head on his hands. "Have you ever heard the name...Twilight?" he questioned.

Twilight again? Really? He should really change his codename or something since all of SSS knows that name. He must've slipped up and had a witness if his codename got in the hands of SSS. I wasn't even a known spy until that mole screwed me over. I thought, mentally scoffing. If I ever meet the bastard that got me in this situation, I'll do WISE a favor and execute the mole.

"Huh? Whose that?" Jim questioned.

"A spy from the West. A master of disguise. And a villain who would throw this country into chaos. You could call him a natural enemy of an organization like ours." Briar explained.

I mentally rolled my eyes. And here he goes again with his caveman talk of "West bad! East good!"

"S-so you'd let me off the hook if I help you catch him...?" Jim questioned, a hope in his eyes and tone.

"Well, do you know anything?" Briar questioned, serious as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

"H-hold on, I'm remembering something..." Jim spoke, making me cock an eyebrow at his obvious lie.

"Do keep in mind that feeding us nonsense will only add to your crimes." Briar pointed out.

"...C'mon! I wasn't trying to hurt anyone! I just wanted some pocket change to mess around with girls! Honest!" Jim cracked.

"Don't you have a wife though...?" Briar questioned, judgment in his voice.

I resisted the powerful urge to slap Jim in the back of the head and scream my head off about his behavior and motivations.

"You're a man, you know how it is! Don't you want to sow your oats?" Jim spoke, trying to defend himself very poorly. “All I did was lose some scraps of paper, right? That’s not treason, right? You’ll let me go, right?” Jim spoke, smiling nervously as his eyes widened.

“You know, Mr. Hayward. I’m keeping my job at the SSS a secret from my sister. After all, you can never be too careful in this line of work. But more importantly…” Briar reached into his pocket and grabbed black gloves as I leaned closer to see what he was about to do.

“I don’t want her to know how much dirty work I have to do.” He spoke, quickly grabbing Jim’s head and slamming it down on the desk.

I jumped, gawking as the transcriber looked back to make sure I was alright, to which I nodded to as I observed closely from a different distance as I took a step back.

“What you’ve done, Mr. Hayward, is absolutely treason.” Briar spoke, keeping Jim’s head down. “Maybe to you it was just a scrap of paper. But do you realize how many of our civilian’s lives you put in danger? Unlike you, I love my family. I love my sister. And I’ll do anything to protect the country she lives in.” Briar spat out harshly.

Aw. That’s kind of cute but definitely not the time right now. I thought to myself.

“Anything.” He spoke sinisterly, leaning forward and darkening his voice.

Yeah, not so cute anymore. I thought to myself.

Briar sighed and looked back to the documenter. “Was that enough of a confession?”

The transcriber nodded, giving him a thumbs up.

“Good work, sir.” He spoke.

Briar stood up, removing his hand from Jim. Jim shot up immediately and stared at him, shocked and shitless out of his mind.

“W-what happens to me?” Jim questioned.

“Oh. You’ll be going away for a very, very long time.” Briar smiled, removing his gloves. “But that doesn’t bother you, right? You won’t see your wife ever again, so what’s the problem?”

“H-hey! Wait! You can’t just leave me!” Jim spoke as Briar walked towards me.

“You got him, right?” Briar questioned towards the transcriber.

“Yep. Have a good day, sir.” He answered.

Briar walked out, closing the door as I followed behind him, keeping a slight distance in case he was still mad.

“Did I scare you?” he questioned.

“Yeah.” I admitted. “But your strength was kind of hot.” I spoke, causing Briar to whip his head around so damn quickly.

“I—! You! You can’t just say that out of nowhere, especially at work!” he shouted, causing me to laugh. “My strength is to provoke fear, not…that!” he spoke.

“I was just being honest?” I spoke, tilting my head and acting like I did nothing wrong.

“Yeah? Well, keep those thoughts to yourself.” He huffed, his face red as we continued walking down the hallway to the Director’s office.

We knocked, which was answered by an “enter.”

“Here you two are! My favorite workers!” he smiled.

I ignored the slight pride in my chest as the praise as Briar and I saluted.

“We got the confession from Jim Hayward.” Briar said.

“Wonderful! I knew you could it, Mr. Briar. And how was the lesson, Mrs. Briar?” The Director asked me as me and Briar cringed.

“Eh. It was…amusing and something I’m glad I didn’t miss.” I smiled, eyeing Briar as he huffed, his face going red.

“I got a question for you, sir.” I spoke up.

“It better not be something stupid.” Briar mumbled to me.

“Why do I got the hat? I mean, it’s cute and all, but isn’t it for lieutenants? That, and it has roses.” I questioned, pointing at the hat.

“It’s cute. And you’re our first female lieutenant. Who knows, we could have a female branch in the SSS and you’ll be in charge!” The Director spoke, fantasizing.

“Segregation.” I pointed out.

“But it’s not discriminatory.” The Director smiled.

“Not in your book...” I grumbled, crossing my arms.

“It’s a cute look. At least I didn’t give you the pink uniform, I was really contemplating it too.” The Director sighed, causing me look at him disgusted.

“Yeah. Thanks for not ordering that pink uniform.” I sighed.

“Actually, I’d think it’d suit you.” Briar chuckled.

“You think?” The Director questioned, excited as he smiled.

“No!” I retorted.

“Yes. Especially because it’ll match your stuffed bun—“ I elbowed Briar hard in the stomach, causing him to double over and groan as the Director immediately decided to not laugh.

“That wasn’t cute…” Briar wheezed out as I smiled.

“Sorry, honey.” I chuckled as Briar groaned, rolling his eyes as he stood up straight.

“Well, we should get going and clock out.” Briar spoke, a smile on his face (probably from thinking of his sister).

“Oh, you’re not going to ditch me here?” I questioned.

“No? I mean, it’s a good idea.” Briar spoke. "Do you want that?"

“Don’t leave me!” I immediately shut down the idea. “I just thought since you’re going to visit your sister you’d hide me.” I spoke.

“Your visiting your sister?” The Director spoke. “That’s cute. Meeting your in-laws already.”

“Yeah. Couple goals.” I spoke sarcastically.

“Who said I was going to leave you? I have to make sure you don’t do something stupid. But there will be rules.” Briar stated.

“Yes, sir.” I spoke, saluting, then looked at the Director. “Bye, Director, sir.” I spoke, bowing as Briar said his own goodbye.

We walked out of the office and down the many hallways, getting to the outside of the locker rooms. He told me to"wait here", then grabbed our bags from his locker since I don't have my own locker yet.

“Alright. I’m going to go change in the locker rooms, you go change in the fitting rooms there. We will meet right here. If you are not here in five minutes, I’ll pull this alarm right here and the whole building will go in lockdown.” Briar explained, pointing to a red button with a glass case surrounding it.

“Okay.” I nodded.

I grabbed my bag that Briar handed to me and I walked to the changing room, quickly changing into my black long-sleeved shirt, black tights, dark gray shorts, and my black shoes. I stuffed my uniform into my bag and walked out of the room, stopping at the spot me and Briar agreed to meet at and waiting for him.

“Took you long enough.” I spoke playfully as he walked to me.

I grabbed his hand and held it, then made our way to the parking lot.

“We’re going to go stop by a bouquet before we get there.” Briar spoke, and I nodded.

We entered the car (with no tomfoolery from Briar) and shoved our bags in the backseat. We had a quiet and peaceful moment of silence, Briar drumming this fingers on the steering finger as I looked out the window. The sun was setting already.

Has it really been that long? Today felt so short and…strangely fun? I thought. That’s weird. I’m not supposed to be enjoying my time with the enemy. I should be finding a way back to WISE's HQ before they realize I’m alive and working with the enemy.

“Yuri.” Briar suddenly spoke.

I looked at him, confused.

“What?” I questioned.

“My first name is Yuri, my last name is Briar.” He sighed.

I looked at him, surprised as I blinked.

“Don’t think you earned it—because you didn’t. But my sister doesn’t know about us at all; I just told her today that you’re my wife and that you’re coming with me for our visit.” Briar, no, Yuri, spoke.

I smiled, my heart swelling at how he didn’t say “wife” with any sort of disgust or regret, simply stating it as if it was second nature.

“My sister also doesn’t know about our jobs as the SSS, and she’s not allowed to know either. If you tell her, it’ll be a breach of the contract and I’ll execute you—with or without permission from the Director. My sister means more to me than my job or your life because of all she’s done for me. I won’t allow you to disrespect or take her kindness to your advantage. You will follow my lead.” Yuri spoke.

I hummed, nodding to show I understood as I looked out the window, the sky darkening.

“Yuri, Yuri…” I muttered. “I really love your name, Yuri. I think it suits you.” I admitted, turning my head so he could see my honesty as I smiled.

He huffed, grumbling out a "thanks" as he hid his face.

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braveclementine · 11 months ago

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New York

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

They landed and Tony watched Steve as he headed out first, his shield on his arm. "All right, we all have our assignments. Two stones uptown, one stone down. Stay low. Keep an eye on the clock."

They all watched suddenly as a Hulk leaped down, smashing an alien with a wrecked car. Steve turned to look at Bruce, "Maybe smash a few things along the way."

Bruce ripped his tank off. "I think its gratuitous, but whatever."

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"Better hustle Cap, things look like they're just about wrapped up here." Steve heard Tony said into his com.

"Got it. I'm approaching the elevator right now." Steve replied.

"Mr. Rogers I almost forgot that, that suit." Tony chuckled. "Did nothing for your ass."

"No one asked you to look, Tony." Steve sighed.

"It's ridiculous." Tony responded.

"I think you look great, Cap. As far as I'm concerned, that's Americas ass." Scott said next.

The elevator doors opened and Tony took up another position to watch as Natasha handed the scepter over to Sitwell.

"Who are these guys?" Scott asked.

"They are S.H.I.E.L.D." Tony said in a low voice. "Well, actually, HYDRA, but we didn't know that yet."

"Seriously? You didn't?" Scott asked, but Tony was more watching Y/N as she laughed with 2012 Tony and watched his old self wrap an arm around her waist, kissing her cheek, before touching her stomach which contained not even born yet Everleigh. "I mean, they look like bad guys."

"You're small, but you're talking loud." Tony muttered.

"On my way down to coordinate search and rescue." 2012 Steve said, hurrying past. Tony smiled a little, watching Loki turned into Steve and repeat, "On my way down to coordinate search and rescue." Then he turned back to himself. "I mean, honestly, how do you keep your food down?"

"Shut. Up." Thor said, slapping the gag over Loki's mouth. Tony felt a little sad, watching the cheetah that was Elizabeth rub her head against Loki's leg. He wondered, not for the first time, if it had been a good idea letting her go to Asgard.

"Ooh. All right. You're up little buddy." Tony said. "There's our stone."

"All right." Scott sighed, "Flick me." He flicked ant man, then back up and fell out the window.

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"All right Cap I got our scepter in the elevator." Steve listened to Tony in his ear. Steve already had a bad taste in his mouth from what came next. "Just passing the eightieth floor."

"On it." Steve said, pressing the elevator button. "Head to the lobby."

"All right, I'll see you there." Tony said.

Steve watched as all of the Agents in the elevator gave a start upon seeing him. He said not a word, simply stepping into the elevator.

"Captain." Sitwell said. "I thought you were coordinating search and rescue."

"Change of plans." Steve said, getting next to Rumlow. He remembered when the piece of filth had put his hands on Y/N. . . multiple times.

"Hey Cap." Rumlow said.

"Rumlow."

He knew everyone's hands were reaching for their guns.

"I just got a call from the secretary. I'm gonna be running point on the scepter."

"Sir? I don't understand." Sitwell said, turning to face him.

Steve looked around him and then said, "We got word there may be an attempt to steal it."

"Sorry, Cap." Rumlow said. "We can't give you the scepter."

"I'm gonna have to call the director." Sitwell said, pulling out his phone.

"That's okay. Trust me." Steve said in a loud voice then leaned in to Sitwell, who leaned into him. He bit back all of his pride and then said, "Hail HYDRA."

And then he walked out of the elevator with the scepter.

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"Thumbelina do you copy? I've got eyes on the prize." Tony said, dressed like a security guard. He watched himself walk out with Y/N's hand in his. "It is go time."

"Bombs away." Scott said. "Is that Axe Body Spray?"

"Yeah, I had a can in the desk for emergencies. Relax. Y/N didn't care." Tony muttered. "Can we focus, please?"

"I'm going inside you. . . now." Scott said.

Tony watched as Alexander Pierce stopped them, "Um, maybe I ask you where you're going?"

"Um bit of lunch and then Asgard. I'm sorry, you are. . .?" Thor asked, clearly done with everything happening at the moment.

"Alexander Pierce." 2012 Tony said. "He's the man above the folks behind Nick Fury."

"Oh." Thor said.

"My friends call me Mr. Secretary." Pierce said. Current Tony wondered why Past Tony hadn't picked up on that when it came to HYDRA. But then again, HYDRA had been more the Captains' forte. "I'm gonna have to ask you to turn that prisoner over to me."

Elizabeth growled at Pierce and Pierce glared at her.

"Uh, Loki will be answering to Odin himself." Thor answered.

"No, he's going to answer to us. Odin can have what's left. And I'm gonna need that case. That's been S.H.I.E.L.D. property for over seventy years." Pierce continued.

"Hand over the case Stark." Another guard said.

"All right, move it, Stuart Little." Tony said urgently, hearing Y/N join in, her voice sounding rather angry though he couldn't make out the words. "Things are getting dicey out here. Let's go."

"You promise me you won't die?" Scott asked.

"We're only giving me a mild cardiac dysrhythmia." Tony muttered.

"That doesn't sound mild."

"I need the case." Pierce demanded.

"Do it, Lang." Tony growled.

"Get your hands off me." 2012 Tony snapped.

"Window's closing. Pull my pin."

Y/N shoved one of the guards away from 2012 Tony angrily. Elizabeth growled threateningly, snapping at a guard that got to close to her.

Suddenly, 2012 him dropped, falling on his face on the floor.

"Medic!" Tony called lazily and the call was repeated.

"Stark is it your chest machine?" 2012 Thor asked, leaning over him.

"Tony?" Y/N begged, cupping his cheek, looking worried.

Scott kicked the suitcase away and Tony scooped it up. "Nice, meet me in the back alley, I'm gonna grab a slice-"

He went flying as the door he went to go through smashed into him, Hulk rushing out. The case skirted out of his hands and he watched as Loki looked down at it, looked around, and grabbed the cube. Elizabeth touched him and the two were whisked off. Tony felt his heart drop.

"No stairs!" Hulk snarled.

"That wasn't supposed to happen, was it?" Scott asked.

"Oh, we blew it." Tony mumbled.

"Loki?" Thor shouted.

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"Tony what's going on?" Steve asked as he turned another corner in the hallway. "Tell me you found that cube." He stopped, looking in front of him. "Oh you gotta be shitting me."

He watched himself raise a hand and say, "I have eyes on Loki. Fourteenth floor."

"I'm not Loki-" Steve said. "-and I don't want to hurt you."

His younger self charged at him. Their shields started to clash together and they started to fight. The younger Rogers kicked him and Steve landed on his side.

"I can do this all day."

"Yeah, I know." Steve sighed, getting to his feet. "I know."

They threw their shields at the same time, which clashed with each other, their shields falling down over the catwalk they were standing on. Whose stupid idea was it to build this cat walk with literally no way of safety. Either Tony or Y/N and he could only imagine it being Tony.

The scepter fell below as well as they kicked out the glass siding. He went to flip himself over, but thrusted to far and the two of them fell off the catwalk as well, crashing through another glass ceiling, and then tumbling down a flight of concrete stairs.

Steve got to his feet and saw that the younger one had his compass in his hand, "Where did you get this?" He growled. It fueled his rage, making it possible for him to wrap his arm around Steve's neck, bring him to the ground.

The two of them rolled, but Steve knew that his younger self had a hold over him. "Bucky. Is. Alive."

"What?" the other Steve let him go.

Steve grabbed the scepter, pointing it at his own chest, and he fell unconscious. Steve panted, grabbing the compass and standing up. He looked down at his unconscious self for a moment and then said, "That is America's ass."

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Steve landed in the alleyway that they were supposed to, scepter in hand, shield in the other.

"Cap." Tony said. Steve turned to see him and Scott sitting in a ruined car. "Sorry buddy, we got a problem."

Scott laughed, "Yeah we do."

Tony explained what had happened to the tesseract, "And so yeah. Loki has it and him and Elizabeth are off god knows where."

He wondered more if this was going to affect his future/present with the Elizabeth he knew. If she had gone with Loki. . . and that hadn't happened before.

"So what do we do now?" Steve asked.

"You know what? Give me a break Steve." Tony snapped, angry. But more at himself most likely. "I just got hit in the head with a Hulk."

Meanwhile, Scott was freaking out, "You said that we had one shot. This was our shot. We shot it. It's shot. Six stones or nothing. It was six stones or nothing."

"You're repeating yourself." Tony said. "You know that?"

"You're repeating yourself, you're repeating yourself." Scott snapped.

"Dude. Come on!"

"You know! No! You never wanted a time heist, you weren't on board with the time hesit-"

"I dropped the ball."

"You ruined the time heist."

"Is that what I did?"

"Yeah!"

"Are there any other options with the Tesseract?" Steve sighed. He was also wondering if when they went back- if they went back and lost again- if Elizabeth would still listen to him, or if she would think he was just saying it to stay with her because she was the rebound. Second hand. He wanted to kick something in frustration.

"No, no, no, there's no other options." Scott scoffed. "There's no do-overs. We're not going anywhere else. We have one particle left. Each. That's it. All right? We use that, bye-bye, you're not going home."

"Yeah, well, if we don't try- then no one else is going home, either." Steve said sharply.

"I got it." Tony said, scrambling out of the car. "There's another way to retake the Tesseract and acquire new particles. Little stroll down memory lane. Military installation, garden gate." Tony said, only talking to Steve now.

"When were they both there?" Steve asked.

"They were there at a time. I have a vaguely exact idea."

Steve gave him a look, "How vague?"

"What are you talking about? Where are we going?" Scott asked.

"I know for a fact they were there." Tony said slowly.

"Who's they? What are we doing?"

"And I know how I know." Tony finished.

Steve looked around.

"Guys, what is it? What is it?"

"Uh looks like we're improvising." Steve said, though he felt a little weird about it.

"Great." Tony said.

"What are we improvising?"

"Scott, get this back to the compound." Steve demanded, shoving the case that had the scepter into his hands.

"Suit up." Tony said.

"What's in New Jersey?" Scott asked.

"0-4."

"0-4." Steve repeated.

"Uh, 0-7."

"0-7."

"Hey! Excuse me."

"1-9-7-0."

"Are you sure?"

"Cap? Captain? Steve? Sorry. America. Rogers. Look, if you do this. . . and it doesn't work. You're not coming back."

"Thanks for the pep talk Pissant." Tony said. He turned back to Steve, "You trust me?"

"I do."

"Your call."

He thought about it in seconds. Get Bucky back. Keep Elizabeth and his daughters. Or go home now and possibly lose literally everything over insecurities he didn't realize Elizabeth had. It was an obvious choice.

"Here we go."

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case-of-traxits · 2 years ago

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Rufus: So the directors got into a fistfight. Tseng: It was hardly a fistfight, Mr. President. It was more of a … disagreement. Rufus: With their fists. Tseng: With their fists, yes. Rufus: Aren't you supposed to be security? Tseng: Against outside threats, sir. I am hardly qualified to interfere when the directors are discussing things amongst themselves. Rufus: *amused* Even when they're using their fists? Tseng: Especially when they are using their fists.

#Tseng of the Turks #Rufus Shinra #Board of Directors shenanigans #FF7 #Final Fantasy VII #Shinra things

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beardedmrbean · 4 months ago

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MI5 lied to three courts while defending its handling of a misogynistic neo-Nazi state agent who attacked his girlfriend with a machete, the BBC can reveal.

Arguing for secrecy, the Security Service told judges it had stuck to its policy of not confirming or denying informants' identities.

In fact, MI5 had disclosed the man's status in phone calls to me, as it tried to persuade me not to investigate the man - known publicly only as agent X.

The service aggressively maintained its position until I produced evidence proving it was untrue, including a recording of one of the calls.

The BBC can reveal:

MI5 first lied in a court case where the government attempted to block the BBC from reporting on agent X's wrongdoing - and succeeded in banning us from naming the foreign national

The Security Service then repeated the lie to a specialist court, where the woman attacked with a machete - known by the alias Beth - is seeking answers about MI5's handling of its agent

It repeated the lie again to a judicial review, where Beth was challenging the specialist court's decision

A senior officer said he was legally authorised to tell me X was an agent - so MI5 had not stuck to its policy of not confirming or denying agents' identities

The director general of MI5 phoned the BBC's director general to cast doubt on the corporation's original story about agent X, wrongly calling it "inaccurate"

In an unprecedented admission, MI5 has now issued an "unreserved apology" to the BBC and all three courts, describing what happened as a "serious error" and saying "MI5 takes full responsibility".

There will now be pressure on MI5 director general Sir Ken McCallum to explain what he knew, given that the officer said he had been legally authorised to disclose X's role.

It also raises concerns about the reliability of MI5's evidence in the courts and the sustainability of one of its core secrecy policies.

For agents "to keep protecting us, we must protect them and their identities from all those who would do them harm," said Sir Ken - in a statement released after this article was first published.

"The use of agents is difficult, human work that is governed by legislation and tightly overseen," he added.

Beth's case will now head back to the specialist court, which is investigating if the Security Service breached her human rights by failing to protect her from X's abusive and coercive behaviour.

It will reconsider whether it was right to rule that the evidence should be heard in closed sessions which she would not be able to attend.

Beth's lawyer, Kate Ellis from the Centre for Women's Justice, told the BBC: "I think this raises real concerns about MI5's transparency, about whether we can trust MI5's evidence to courts."

MI5's lie can be revealed after the BBC applied to the High Court to report false evidence in a corporate witness statement by a deputy director in the Security Service, known as Witness A.

His statement said the service had maintained its long-standing approach to neither confirm nor deny the identity of agents - a policy known by the initials NCND - and gave a false account of the MI5 officer's calls with me.

During a short hearing granting permission on Wednesday at the Royal Courts of Justice in London, Mr Justice Chamberlain said the relevant MI5 evidence had been "false".

Home Secretary Yvette Cooper has appointed Sir Jonathan Jones KC, former head of the government legal service, as an "independent external reviewer" to investigate how MI5 came to provide false evidence to the courts.

He has also been asked to recommend any changes needed to ensure that courts are provided with accurate information in future by the Security Service.

After we reported in 2022 how X terrorised his partner, Ms Cooper - then shadow home secretary - had called for an "independent assessment" of the case, looking at the way concerns about "the appalling and dangerous crime of domestic abuse" were handled by MI5.

MI5 says it is conducting an internal investigation into the false evidence which may result in disciplinary action.

Following Wednesday's hearing, we can now report that Sir Ken McCallum called the BBC's director general Tim Davie in late 2021, to cast doubt on the BBC's original planned story about agent X. Sir Ken's own notes of the calls, part of government High Court evidence from 2022, recorded him claiming my intended story was "inaccurate as well as reckless".

The BBC stood by the reporting and, after the government took us to court, a judge found I had taken proper steps to assess whether the story's various elements "were true" and that it was "comfortably" shown to have a credible evidential foundation.

Sir James Eadie KC, representing the government at court on Wednesday, said the internal MI5 disciplinary process "indicates the seriousness with which this is being taken". He said the court will be updated in April.

The significance of the disciplinary process for the individuals involved is "pretty obvious", Sir James said.

The BBC has called into question the lack of explanation from MI5. In legal submissions today, the BBC invited the court to take further steps to ensure that this "serious breach is properly investigated" and that the results of any investigation are brought into the public domain.

Exposure of MI5's false testimony will also damage its credibility in other court proceedings, where judges are obliged to give enormous weight and deference to the Security Service's evidence.

These often involve secret hearings which are closed even to those most affected - including Beth, people whose relatives have been killed in attacks and people whose UK citizenship has been stripped from them.

MI5 has acknowledged the issue, saying in legal submissions on Wednesday that it is "acutely conscious of the particular responsibilities that MI5 bears" and that courts must be able to "trust completely any evidence it provides".

The Security Service maintains that the NCND policy is essential to maintain national security and keep agents safe. But the BBC revelations will add to concerns about the way the policy is being used, including that it may stand in the way of agents being held accountable when they abuse their positions or commit crimes.

Because the senior MI5 officer told me disclosure of the agent's status had been legally authorised, it means it had been signed off by lawyers and other senior figures in MI5. The Home Office and Cabinet Office should also have been informed, according to the policy for departures from NCND.

After Wednesday's hearing, a government spokesperson said: "Ministers and civil servants are not routinely consulted on private disclosures by the agencies and were not on this occasion."

Meanwhile, in a written statement to Parliament, Home Secretary Yvette Cooper said it was "clearly a very serious matter to provide incorrect information to the court" but the government "maintains and supports the principle of neither confirming nor denying allegations about whether individuals may or may not be operating on behalf of the UK intelligence agencies".

In a new witness statement to court, the MI5 deputy director Witness A said he "sincerely" apologised for giving incorrect evidence.

He said the false information "reflected my honestly held belief at that time, and which accurately reflected the information I was given".

#nunyas news

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aimeedaisies · 2 years ago

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Court Circular | 21st November 2023

Buckingham Palace

The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee today commenced a State Visit to The King and Queen.

The Prince and Princess of Wales welcomed The President and Mrs Kim on behalf of The King at the Four Seasons Hotel, 10 Trinity Square, London EC3.

The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee, accompanied by Their Royal Highnesses, drove to Horse Guards and were met by The King and Queen.

The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee, accompanied by The King and Queen, drove in a Carriage Procession to Buckingham Palace with a Sovereign’s Escort of the Household Cavalry.

Gun Salutes were fired in Green Park by The King’s Troop, Royal Horse Artillery, and at the Tower of London by the Honourable Artillery Company.

Guards of Honour were provided at Horse Guards by F Company Scots Guards and at Buckingham Palace by 1st Battalion Welsh Guards.

His Majesty’s Body Guard of the Honourable Corps of Gentlemen at Arms, The King’s Body Guard of the Yeomen of the Guard and a Detachment of Household Cavalry were on duty.

The King presented The President of the Republic of Korea with the Insignia of an Honorary Knight Grand Cross of the Civil Division of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath.

The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee, accompanied by The Duke of Gloucester, this afternoon visited the Korean War Memorial, Victoria Embankment Gardens, London SW1, where The President and Mrs Kim laid a wreath and His Royal Highness, Patron, the British Korean Veterans Association, also laid a wreath.

The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee subsequently met United Kingdom Korean War veterans.

The President and Mrs Kim afterwards drove to Westminster Abbey where His Excellency laid a wreath at the Grave of the Unknown Warrior.

The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee met General Sir Adrian Bradshaw (Governor of the Royal Hospital Chelsea) and In-Pensioners who fought in the Korean War, before touring the Abbey, escorted by the Dean (the Very Reverend Dr David Hoyle).

The President and Mrs Kim afterwards drove to the Palace of Westminster and were received by the Lord Speaker (the Lord McFall of Alcluith) and the Speaker of the House of Commons (the Rt Hon Sir Lindsay Hoyle).

The Speaker welcomed The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee and His Excellency delivered an Address.

The President and Mrs Kim subsequently attended a Reception with Peers, Members of Parliament and other guests.

The Rt Hon Jeremy Hunt MP (Chancellor of the Exchequer) had an audience of The King this afternoon.

The Lord Hodge (Lord High Commissioner to the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland) was received by His Majesty and reported on the recent proceedings of the General Assembly.

The King and Queen gave a State Banquet this evening in honour of The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee at which The Prince and Princess of Wales, The Duchess of Edinburgh, The Princess Royal and Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence, and The Duke and Duchess of Gloucester were present.

The following had the honour of being invited:

Suite of The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee:

His Excellency Mr Choo Kyungho (Deputy Prime Minister and Minister of Economy and Finance), His Excellency Mr Park Jin (Minister of Foreign Affairs), His Excellency Mr Lee Sangmin (Minister of Interior and Safety), His Excellency Mr Bang Moonkyu (Minister of Trade, Industry and Energy), His Excellency Mr Cho Taeyong (Director of National Security), His Excellency Mr Yoon Yeocheol (Ambassador of the Republic of Korea to the United Kingdom), Dr Kim Taehyo (Principal Deputy National Security Adviser), the Hon Kim Eunhye (Senior Secretary to The President for Public Relations), Dr Choi Sangmok (Senior Secretary to The President for Economic Affairs) and Ambassador Lee Choongmyon (Secretary to The President for Foreign Affairs).

Specially attached to The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee:

The Viscount Hood (Lord in Waiting) and the Viscountess Hood, Mr Colin Crooks (His Majesty’s Ambassador to the Republic of Korea) and Miss Sheila O’Connor (Head of VIP Visits, Protocol Directorate, Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Office).

Diplomatic Corps:

His Excellency the Ambassador of the Republic of Honduras and Mrs Mirian Nasser de Romero.

The Cabinet and Government:

The Prime Minister and Mrs Murty, the Secretary of State for Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Affairs and the Lady Cameron of Chipping Norton, the Rt Hon Oliver Dowden MP (Deputy Prime Minister), the Minister of State for the Middle East, North Africa, South Asia and United Nations and the Lady Ahmad of Wimbledon, the Secretary of State for Science, Innovation and Technology (the Rt Hon Michelle Donelan MP) and Mr T Turner, and the Leader of the House of Lords and the Lady True.

Special Invitations:

Mr Ashley Alder (Chairman, Financial Conduct Authority), Mr Andrew Bailey (Governor of the Bank of England) and Professor Cheryl Schonhardt-Bailey, Sir Timothy Barrow (National Security Adviser) and Lady Barrow, Sir Philip Barton (Permanent Under-Secretary of State for Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Affairs) and Lady Barton, Ms Jenny Bates (Director-General, Indo-Pacific, Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Office), Dr Stephen Billingham (Chairman, Urenco) and Mrs Billingham, Mr Jonathan Brearley (Chief Executive Officer, Office of Gas and Electricity Markets) and Mrs Brearley, Ms Ruth Cairnie (Chairman, Babcock International Group) and Mr Anthony Heggs, the Lord Great Chamberlain and the Lady Carrington, Mr Joshua Carrott (Co-Founder of YouTube Channel, Korean Englishman) and Ms Gabriela Kook, Sir David Chipperfield (Architect) and Lady Chipperfield, Mr Jonathan Cole (Chief Executive Officer, Corio Generation) and Mrs Cole, the Leader of the Liberal Democrats and Lady Davey, the Rt Hon Sir Jeffrey Donaldson MP (Leader of the Democratic Unionist Party at Westminster), the Leader of the Scottish National Party at Westminster and Mrs Flynn, Dame Anita Frew (Chairman, Rolls-Royce and Croda) and Mr Michael van Hemert, Ms Poppy Gustafsson (Chief Executive Officer, Darktrace Holdings Limited) and Mr Joel Gustafsson, Mr Rene Haas (Chief Executive Officer, Arm Holdings) and Ms Regina Frenkel, Mr Demis Hassabis (Co-Founder and Chief Executive Officer, DeepMind), the Speaker of the House of Commons and Lady Hoyle, General Gwyn Jenkins (Vice Chief of the Defence Staff) and Mrs Jenkins, Mr Oliver Kendal (Co-Founder of YouTube Channel, Korean Englishman) and Mrs Kendal, Dr Rosalie Kim (Lead Curator, Hallyu Exhibition, Victoria and Albert Museum), Professor Dame Ottoline Leyser (Chief Executive, UK Research and Innovation) and Professor Philip Bond, the Rt Hon the Lord Mayor and the Lady Mayoress, the Lord Speaker (the Lord McFall of Alcluith), the Lord Newby (Leader of the Liberal Democrats in the House of Lords) and the Reverend Canon the Lady Newby, Sir Kenneth Olisa (His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Greater London) and Lady Olisa, Ms Jihyun Park (Human Rights Activist) and Mr Kwanghyun Joo, Miss Sohee Park (Fashion Designer), Mr Woongchul Park (Founder and Chef Patron, Sollip) and Mrs Bomee Ki, the Lord Reed of Allermuir (President of the Supreme Court of the UK) and the Lady Reed of Allermuir, the Dowager Viscountess Rothermere (Patron of the Arts), Sir Mark Rowley (Commissioner of Police of the Metropolis) and Lady Rowley, Mr Wael Sawan (Global Chief Executive Officer, Shell Global) and Mrs Sawan, Professor Hazel Smith (Professor of International Relations, School of Oriental and African Studies, University of London) and Dr Mihail Petkovski, Ms Cho So-hyun (Footballer, Birmingham City), Dr Sarah Son (Lecturer in Korean Studies, University of Sheffield) and Mr Kyung Moon Son, the Leader of the Opposition and Lady Starmer, Mr Jakob Stausholm (Chief Executive Officer, Rio Tinto) and Mrs Stausholm, Mr Colin Thackery (Korean War Veteran) and Mrs J Simms, Dr José Vinals (Group Chairman, Standard Chartered) and Mrs Rafaela Camallonga Vilanova, Dame Emma Walmsley (Chief Executive Officer, GlaxoSmithKline) and Mr David Owen, the Lord Archbishop of Canterbury and Mrs Welby, Ms Nari Yi (Florist), and Ms Jenni Kim, Ms Jisoo Kim, Ms Lisa Manobal and Ms Rosé Park (Band Members, Blackpink).

Korean Delegation and Guests:

Mr Yonghyun Kim (Chief of Presidential Security Service), Ambassador Taejin Kim (Chief of Protocol), Mr Joo Sung Kim (Chief Physician to The President), Mr Dong Man Park (Physician to The President), Mr Jung Hwan Kim (Assistant Secretary, Office of the Personal Secretary to The President), Ms Younkyung Cho (Personal Attendant, Office of Personal Secretary to The President), Mr Jae-yong Lee (Chairman, Samsung Electronics), Mr Kwang-mo Koo (Chairman, LG Corporation), Mr Dong-bin Shin (Chairman, Lotte Corporation), Mr Dong Kwan Kim (Vice Chairman, Hanwha Corporation), Professor Myungsik Kim (Professor, King’s College London), Professor Do Young Noh (President, Institute of Basic Science), Professor Narry Kim (Professor, Institute of Basic Science), Mr Jin Ryu (Chairman, Federation of Korean Industries), Mr Kimun Kim (Chairman, Korea Federation of Small and Medium-sized Enterprises), Mr Cha Yol Koo (Chairman, Korea International Trade Association), Mr Kyung Shik Sohn (Chairman, Korea Enterprises Federation), Mr Hyun Joon Cho (Chairman, Hyosung Corporation), Mr Saehong Hur (President and Chief Executive Officer, GS Caltex Corporation), Mr Sunggeun Song (Chief Executive Officer, IL Science Company Limited), Mr Dabriel Choi (Chief Executive Officer, DC Medical, University College London) and Mr Chang Hun Yoo (Chief Executive Officer, SSenStone Incorporated).

St James’s Palace

The Princess Royal, Master, the Corporation of Trinity House, this afternoon presented Merchant Navy medals for Meritorious Service at Trinity House, Trinity Square, London EC3.

#princess anne #princess royal #tim laurence #timothy laurence #court circular

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tyler-t0t · 1 year ago

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Here's chapter 1 of a researcher x subject story I came up with. This will be a bit of a slow burn and warnings will be posted for each update

Aegis

Chapter 1: Promotion

It's my first day since I got promoted from data control to actual researcher technician, and if I'm being honest, I can't tell if fear or excitement is winning. In data control, we just organized the researchers’ notes and pulled out files when they were called up. Now that I'm a research tech, I get to work directly with all the bizarre creatures and entities in our facility.

When I first accepted the data control job, my friends and family were all too eager to learn more about the mysterious organization I'd work for. I simply told them it was like a real life SCP foundation. I wasn't lying, but none of them took me seriously. Especially since I'm not allowed to share any details without compromising the confidentiality of the organization.

I now stand at the main entry gate to AEGIS, the world's maximum security prison and research institute for supernatural or otherworldly entities. I walk to the large tungsten door and complete the 5 step security code processing unit, which consists of a retinal, audial, and palm scan, on top of a 16 digit personal access code. Once inside the building, I'm given my Oculus. The Oculus is a specially designed eye piece that allows me to detect what is real and what may be being manipulated by one of the entities in the facility.

As soon as my Oculus is secured and synced, I navigate my way to the Director of Entity Research. When I enter his office, I see piles of strewn paperwork and files stacked haphazardly on any surface available. I then take note of the manl sat at a half covered cedar desk, dressed in khakis, a well fit baby blue dress shirt and a labcoat. The D.E.R. is a tall, sturdily built man, I'd guess in his early 50s, named Maxwell Shein. He's muscular, but still has some of the pudge typical of a middle aged man.

“Good morning Mr. Shein. My name is Alexia Wolfe. I was just transferred from Data Control.”

He immediately lowers the lid of his laptop and greets me with a bright grin.

“Good morning Miss Wolfe. It's a pleasure to have you in our research department. I see that before you joined the AEGIS you had worked for an animal rehabilitation clinic in the Rockies, is that correct?”

“Yes, sir. I was responsible for daily feedings and veterinary check ups.”

“Splendid. That type of background is precisely why I wanted you. I'd like to have you working with the entities in sector 6. These creatures are our more earth-like entities and for the most part are more cooperative. Although, I must warn you about a certain few that you'll want to be cautious of. Entities 41, 63, and 005 are particular menaces. “

“ In what way, sir?”

“Each entity's abilities and tendencies are recorded in their briefing file, which will be waiting for you at the security checkpoint.”

@volchistavalkyrie

#black wolf #science #novice writer #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster romance #werewolf #werewolves #soul mates #mates

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ukrfeminism · 1 year ago

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Three female MPs have been given taxpayer-funded bodyguards and cars as concerns over politicians’ safety are escalating.

The women – who have not been named but include representatives of the Conservative and Labour parties – have had their security upgraded as MPs are said to be “petrified” at the abuse they are facing.

In an overhaul of safety measures in place for MPs, Security Minister Tom Tugendhat has been working with the Home Office, the police and the parliamentary authorities, as well as the royal and VIP executive committee (Ravec), a secretive organisation responsible for the security of senior politicians and the royal family.

The new process, launched following a referral by police or parliamentary authorities, comes as the threat level faced by British politicians has shot up in recent weeks.

A senior security source told The Sunday Times: “Many MPs are petrified by the abuse they are facing.”

The newspaper understands the three female MPs have been given close protection from private companies, as well as chauffeur-driven cars, which are usually only limited to senior members of the cabinet and the leader of the opposition.

“We’ve taken a front-footed approach to co-ordinating action against the people or suspects that intelligence suggests most threaten MPs,” said a senior Whitehall source.

Other MPs’ security is also under review if they are deemed at risk, while, for those not needing the highest level of protection, thousands of security measures have been put in place in London and at hundreds of constituency offices and homes.

Private security operatives have been used at thousands of members’ surgeries and hundreds of events, alongside a police presence if required. MPs also have access to security advice, including via advisers based throughout the UK.

Ravec’s membership and decisions are mostly opaque, although insiders do say it has a budget of hundreds of millions of pounds.

It comes after the Palestine Solidarity Campaign defended the right to lobby MPs “in large numbers”, amid reports the group wanted so many protesters to turn up that Parliament would “have to lock the doors”.

The group said the issue of MPs’ security was “serious” but should not be used to “shield MPs from democratic accountability”.

The organisation’s director Ben Jamal said thousands of people were “shamefully” denied entry into Parliament on Wednesday as they attempted to lobby MPs to vote in favour of a ceasefire in Gaza in what he described was one of the largest physical lobbies of parliament in history.

The Times reported that Mr Jamal told a crowd of demonstrators in the build-up to the protest on Wednesday: “We want so many of you to come that they will have to lock the doors of Parliament itself.”

Sir Lindsay Hoyle, the Commons Speaker who has faced calls to resign after going against convention during the SNP’s Opposition Day debate on a ceasefire, said his motivation for widening Wednesday’s discussion was fuelled by concern about MPs’ security because of intimidation suffered by some parliamentarians.

Mr Jamal said the group “does not call” for protests outside MPs’ homes and believed parliamentarians have a right “to have their privacy respected”.

The government’s political violence tsar has said police should have the powers to “disperse” protests around Parliament, MPs’ offices and council chambers that they deem to be threatening.

Baron Walney, the Government’s adviser on political violence and disruption, said on Friday that the “aggressive intimidation of MPs” by “mobs” was being mistaken for an “expression of democracy”.

The crossbench peer, who in December submitted a Government-commissioned review into how actions by political groups can “cross into criminality and disruption to people’s lives”, told BBC Radio 4’s Today programme he was calling for police forces to act “uniformly in stopping” protest outside MPs’ homes.

#Articles #Law

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the-blind-geisha · 1 year ago

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Lost Dreamers at the Mercy of War and Love

Pairing: Rufus Shinra x OC (Sheepy)

Rated: NSFW

Words: 5,256

Description: Rufus didn't care that Sheepy was an undercover spy for AVALANCHE. He knew what to do to keep her under control. But all that time together... he thought it meant something.. up until the failed assassination attempt at Junon, that is.

Now, Sheepy has a lot to answer for.

A/N: Had a lot of fun with this, and writing Cait Sith was an absolute joy now that Rebirth showed me his mannerisms and speech patterns! Writing that delicious angst with a Romeo and Juliet vibe is my life! I loved writing to this OC! ♥♥ So much fun!

It was a dangerously close call. If Heidegger hadn't been there to act as swiftly as he had, Rufus would have been killed. The whole ordeal was running through the president’s mind, an anger that was hard to describe bubbling within his chest.

“She has a lot of nerve to dare try…” Rufus muttered to himself, glaring out at the sea surrounding Junon from the Shinra office. “I refuse to be made a fool of.”

Having been summoned in with the director of public security, Reeve couldn't help but feel how thick the air had grown all around them. He was worried about where this could all go, but did his best to hide the desire to guide this all in another direction.

“Mr. President,” Reeve began, “If I may: it would be in your best interest to talk with Sheepy a bit more personally on the matter instead of suggesting she’s been planning everything from the start.”

Heidegger grumbled at Reeve’s passive response, especially with the injury he received in place of Rufus. “So you would willingly allow a traitor to continue to linger in our midst? Be sensible, Reeve!” The director of public security waved off the notion.

Reeve ignored Heidegger’s wish to see someone in prison over a simple slip up in return, if it was even that to begin with. “It would be one thing if there were constant attempts of assassination or even information getting out to our enemies to show she was possibly not kept in line. But this has been one instance, and even then, it was a verified Wutai member, judging by my intel.”

Rufus scoffed, not wishing to believe such a thing. The man was determined to keep his walls up. “What intel would you be speaking of, Reeve? Is it merely her word you trust?” His back remained to the two, hands gripped tightly behind him as he kept a close watch on the seas beyond the glass. Every thought that raced through his mind in regards to how to handle this made him hiss in disgust.

Nothing made him happy.

Reeve had to bite back his desire to insist the president be more trusting of others. He knew now was not the time for being so honest. “Beyond just her word, sir. My… other creation was in the crowd and happened to take notice of it. I ran a background check on them, and they are originally from Wutai.”

For some reason, Rufus couldn't be satisfied with that.

Taking a seat behind the ornate desk, he slouched in his chair while his fingers tapped impatiently upon the armrests, wanting better answers. “This does not dissolve AVALANCHE of any crimes…” He rested his cheek upon his knuckles, staring Reeve fiercely down. “...Least of all, Sheepy.” Rufus shut his eyes, letting his mind wander before he opened them once more to motion at Heidegger. “Escort them to me. I have a few words to say to her.”

Heidegger saluted. “Certainly, Mr. President.” And with that, he left to do so.

“Mr. President, please,” Reeve begged, hoping to speak up in Sheepy’s case.

Rufus raised his hand, halting Reeve. If there was anybody he wanted to hear the most from, it would be from Sheepy herself. “Having all these extra voices in my ear does little to sway me. In fact, I find it quite annoying.” The president motioned towards the doors. “Go. Leave me.”

Sighing in defeat, Reeve thought on the best way to approach this situation. Knowing that standing there would only make it worse, he nodded and with a slight bow, left.

Sheepy was shocked to be treated in such a way. Having Heidegger’s men pointing their guns at her as though she were a common criminal was far from what she would have imagined would be happening on her way to The Gold Saucer with the group.

“But I didn't do anything!” Sheepy insisted, flinching in annoyance the moment the barrel of one of the SOLDIER’S guns pushed into the middle of her back.

“Tell it to the president!” Heidegger snapped, the doors opening to reveal Rufus sitting at the desk still looking just as unimpressed as he was when last left.

When her eyes met with Rufus’ she couldn't help but slowly shake her head before the forceful push of Heidegger brought her back to herself.

“Enough!” Rufus commanded, not appreciating how Sheepy was being handled. While he was furious that he was possibly betrayed, this wasn't something he wished to see without answers. Taking to his feet, his fingers caressed the priceless marble of the desk before motioning to the men and Heidegger. “Leave us.”

“Of course, Mr. President.”

“And, one more thing, Heidegger,” Rufus added, his tone threatening as he spoke. It caused the head of public security to flinch, wondering if he had said or done something wrong. “If you so much as speak to anybody about what you’ve heard prior, I will see you terminated.”

He was content to only have select staff members know about Sheepy’s original alliance. While he could trust Reeve to remain quiet, given how weak he saw the man, Heidegger was something completely different.

“I, y-yes! Wouldn't dream of it, Mr. President!” With a unison salute, he and his men left the two alone in the Junon Shinra office.

Having been told the minimum of what was going on through Rufus’ mind regarding that attack, Sheepy shook her head with a furrow of her brow as the president ominously approached her. “You know I wouldn't do that,” she insisted, her voice almost shaking in disgust that he would dare incriminate her.

“I would like to believe you wouldn't.” He was soon inches away from her, his eyes looking her over to make certain that not a single breath betrayed her. “But tell me…” His fingerless gloved hands toyed with one of the curly strands of hair that had found freedom from Sheepy’s ponytail. “...what encourages you to remain at my side?”

She could hear his tone was hardened, rife with anger and resentment as if just one wrong word could cut the small bond they had.

“Is it fear?” Rufus asked, almost annoyed she didn't answer right away as he had hoped she would. “I refuse to believe it would be any duty to my company, let alone me, that binds you, all things considered.” His lip seemed to curl as he said such a thing.

Boldly, Sheepy removed her face from his grasp as she flinched in emotional agony. “What would make you believe I would ever betray you?! After everything I’ve done to show my support for you!” In all honesty, it wasn't his company she cared for. It was the man behind it.

If she could remove him from the harmful Shinra Inc label, so much of this would feel a bit easier. But he was blinded by what his father had instilled within him—what was ‘best’ for the people and their futures.

Rufus stifled a low growl of disappointment, removing his grasp at Sheepy’s command. “You are hardly loyal to my company.”

“Of course I am not,” Sheepy protested, her hand upon her chest as her eyes remained locked onto Rufus’. The moment such a thing was said, it was there she noticed the president was fueled by hurtful anger that she would dare say such a thing. “I don’t care about something that cannot care for me in return! What I care about is you!”

The president stood firm, as if wanting to retaliate angrily at such a warm and honest response. Rufus shook his head, turning from her as he stormed back to his desk. “I will see to it that you’re under close watch. The Turks will be the ones to have a tighter grip on your movements, as I refuse to have this happen again.”

“But I—!”

“Leave. Me.” Each word seethed past his teeth when he spoke them, prompting Sheepy to falter in disbelief.

There wasn't much else she could add. Rufus wouldn't listen, much to her dismay. The moment she left the room, men from SOLDIER were waiting to escort her to where the Turks had gathered only to have a Scottish accent pierce the tension in the room.

“Pardon me, lads! But may I have a moment?”

Everyone’s confusion eventually led them to a cartoonish looking black and white cat with a golden crown, brown boots, white gloves, and a little red cape. He gave a smile, hoping to sway the guards in his favor.

“I believe I can take it from here. Why don't ye head on about yer duties, eh?”

The two guards looked at one another, confused on how to even act. They were hardly told that this toy was made by and often controlled by Reeve. It felt like a trick.

“Go on, now!” he urged a bit more forcefully. “I was made by Shinra, so ye can trust me! Was even made by one of your superiors, might I add.”

The men tensed at hearing that and instantly surrendered Sheepy to the talking animatronic. “Sir! Yes, sir!” the two said in unison, allowing a confused Sheepy to walk alongside this sentient creature.

“Sorry ‘bout that! Guess ye donnae know my name, eh?”

“Yeah… and who made you…No less,” Sheepy added.

“Name is Cait Sith!” In the blink of an eye and the snap of his finger, a giant fluffy moogle with small bat wings was summoned, allowing him to at least become tall enough to look her in the eye. “I was listenin’ to everythin’ going on in there,” he whispered, hand covering the side of his mouth as if to comically make sure nobody overheard them. “I must say, the man is not what he used to be—and I mean that in the best way possible.”

Sheepy’s brow furrowed in confusion, still trying to subdue the pain in her heart from the earlier talk with Rufus. “Really? That’s a good thing?”

“Very much so, lass! His heart was always set on the Promised Land and other things of business, but I can gladly say, with ye around, he hasn't been focusing nearly as hard on all of that!”

She couldn't help but be hypnotized by how this cat moved. He always had to motion his hands about as if he were in a stage play of some sort. The thought of asking who made him slipped her mind during all of this.

“You sound weirdly gleeful about it; especially for someone who works for him.” She didn't forget that part. In fact, she wasn't even paying attention to the fact that Cait Sith was seemingly guiding her to Reeve’s office.

“Oh, it’s more that it’s nice to take yer mind away from business, ya know? Have a little fun here and there.” The moment Reeve’s office door was in sight, Cait Sith moved to the side, motioning joyously for her to open it. “As for who made me—ta da~!”

Seeing Reeve’s name near the door, she found it almost difficult to believe. He hardly felt like the type to make an animatronic to dazzle the crowd.

Cait Sith stepped to the side, motioning for her to go onward and through the door. “I am sure he’d like to talk with ye. So go on ahead now. I got other things to be doing!” The giant moogle hobbled off with the talking cat upon its head.

Sheepy sighed to herself, not sure what Reeve of all people could want with her after all that transpired. Knocking first, she heard a muffled response from the director of urban planning to encourage her to come in. She peeked into the room before finding the courage to come inside.

“You asked for me? Or rather your…cat did?”

Reeve stifled a laugh. “Indeed, and forgive the little white lie I had to spare the others. I just wanted to be certain you would make it to me first.”

“I had no clue you could make such a thing, Reeve.” Sheepy noticed him gesturing towards the empty chair across from his desk, urging her to take a seat. “Is this what you do in your spare time? Make robots?”

“Sometimes.” Another small chuckle escaped him. “He was a little project of sorts, requested by the former president himself. President Rufus just has other ideas for Cait Sith at present.” Reeve raised his hands, stopping the conversation from getting off track. “Anyways, I am well aware of his feelings right now and how he wishes to proceed with things moving forward.”

Sheepy rubbed her face, trying to be rid of the sorrow that was no doubt evident upon her. “You have to believe me when I said I didn't do it… I swear!”

“I know. I know.” Reeve reclined back in his chair, sighing as he hated the direction everything had taken. After a few moments of silence, he found the courage to speak candidly. “He is battling with himself. That I can assure you.”

Sheepy’s brown eyes locked with Reeve, wondering if he was actually speaking about Rufus or mentioning somebody completely different. Hardly could she believe the president would fight with himself. Rufus always acted as though he knew exactly what he wanted or intended to do.

“We’re talking about the same guy, right?” Sheepy asked, trying to find humor in the miserable scene. “Or are you talking about your cat still?”

“The president,” Reeve corrected, giving her a playful scolding look. “He’s going to be heading to The Gold Saucer soon with the Turks. I will be there… in spirit, but I am certain he is going to drag you along for the ride as well.”

“And what are you getting at? Is there any reason why the president is heading there?” She scoffed to herself. “He doesn't really strike me as the man to want to enjoy himself or unwind with a few rides.”

“He’s looking for a Cetra artifact. We don't know for sure if it is there, but the best thing we can do is hunt for it given the leads we have.”

Sheepy’s hands clasped tightly together, wondering if she should be a bit open and honest with Reeve about her allegiance. As far as she was aware, he didn't know. “You really are very trusting…”

Reeve shrugged. “Mm, if you are implying I should be more cautious about an AVALANCHE spy working for the company—.”

Her head shot up, feeling her heart squeeze in worry the whole company knew at this point.

“—well,” he continued, “I will just tell you to not worry so much about it at current. If the President demanded Heidegger’s silence, just be aware that you have mine as well.”

Words were difficult to come by. As though a spell of silence had cursed her, she struggled to even speak. “H-How did you know about—?!”

“—I have my ways,” Reeve interrupted. It was there he motioned back towards the door. “I am sure he’s expecting you to meet with the Turks first and have them keep tabs on you over myself. I just wanted to tell you that I can help out the best I can.”

Sheepy wasn't sure what he meant by that. The whole conversation was vague, as though he were alluding to something that was far bigger than she had expected. “Umm, sure. Thanks for the talk and all.” She took her leave of the room after waving briefly to the Shinra employee. “That was the weirdest conversation I’ve had with anybody. And that’s saying a lot seeing who else I usually got direct orders from in AVALANCHE,” she muttered, heading down the connecting hall to find her way to the Turks.

Hearing the knock at his office door, Rufus was hardly in the mood to entertain anybody. His lip curled in frustration, asking for whoever was there to come in.

The black and white animatronic cat peeked into the room atop his trusty moogle. “Why ‘ello there! I came to drop by that information ye requested.”

The president leered at the toy. “Now is hardly the time.”

“I disagree, sir.” The stuffed toy joyfully sauntered in as Cait Sith was able to access Reeve’s personal files to grab the data he needed. “Ye be askin’ about the Keystone relic, aye?”

Rufus tried to find joy in that, as he needed something to bring his spirits back up after everything that happened with Sheepy. “All I care about is if you know where it’s located.”

“I can say we do,” Cait Sith gleefully responded, clasping his hands together as he brought up the file regarding the item.

The moment he saw an image of the Keystone and several words jotted down along side it, Rufus leaned forward to get a better look at the information that was soon passed to his own screen. “So it actually exists.” His tone purred with content at this news.

“Appears to be a part of Dio’s collection,” the animatronic cat explained. “We can certainly try our luck in talkin’ to the lad ‘bout it. Or the other cat can, given where ye stationed him.” It was there he curled his gloved hands and began to paw at his own face, acting out the part of a cat.

“Then see to it,” Rufus demanded.

Cait Sith snapped his fingers, standing proudly upon the moogle at that demand. “Of course, sir! I will give this warning to ye though from my research up top: there be rumors that Dio might take a wee bit of convincin’ to do so. Might not be such an easy task as it is such a priceless relic of the past n’ all.”

Hearing that, the president was hardly phased. “Then convince him. I am certain I don't need to elaborate on what I mean by demanding you do so.” Rufus turned from the talking doll, looking back out at the sea to distract his mind once more from the thought there might be a roadblock.

“I, umm, can certainly try,” Cait Sith insisted with a chuckle. “But how ‘bout this though: you and Sheepy attend The Gold Saucer as a date out to distract from whatever shenanigans I can cause to grab this Keystone of yers, eh?”

Hearing such a suggestion, Rufus wanted to grab the toy and shake him around. “I am hardly in the mood, cat…” The fury could be heard rumbling in his words.

“Sir, I must ask what ye be wantin’ more…” Cait Sith opened one hand to one side of his body. “Do ya want yer Keystone or…” he opened the other, moving both hands up and down. “...do ye want Cloud and his group to get it? If it’s the Keystone, then I hate to say ye’ll be needin’ to play along for a wee bit till I can get to it or at least plot a means of doin’ so!”

Rufus sighed, running his fingers through his blond hair as he felt this would all be awkward after the fight they just had. In the past, he would have gladly embraced this idea, but now he needed a moment to think—alone.

“Dammit all,” he muttered quietly, knowing he couldn't pass up this opportunity. “Fine. I’ll talk with them once we dock at Costa Del Sol.”

“That there’s the spirit!” Cait Sith cheered, pointing at Rufus with glee. “I’ll notify the other ‘bout what has been said here! Ye can trust the cat!” With much relief, Cait Sith turned and scurried out of the room to do as he had been asked—among other things.

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The whole talk at Costa Del Sol felt like a business exchange that Sheepy couldn't refuse. It was still so awkward… After having her ‘boss’ get onto her about the slipup she wasn't even responsible for, he was willing to try and put it all to the side for a moment to go on this fictional date?

The helicopter ride over to The Gold Saucer was equally difficult as she twitched in her seat, wondering how to even feel about any of this. “Do you want me to dress up as something special or…?”

Rufus’ eyes caught hers, his cheek resting on his knuckles as he appeared lost in thought. Only her voice seemed to lure him back to the present. “What you’re wearing is fine. We’re just here on business. Keep that in mind.”

Sheepy did her best to stifle her exasperated sigh but to little avail. “Yeah. Right.”

The president caught onto her actions, not certain if he should even engage with it. His fingers clutched the white trench coat he wore, fighting with himself as well on how to say what he wanted.

All this time together, all this time even keeping everybody around him at a distance, and it had failed. He never thought he would feel heartbreak over the thought he was betrayed in some manner. Yet, here he was, mourning over the loss of something that hardly even started in his mind.

He gazed at the bright and joyful colors of the amusement park that was built so high within the sky, it might as well have appeared to be floating there. When the helicopter landed, he exited first before turning to offer his hand for Sheepy to take.

She was shocked by that. Given how upset he was towards her, she wouldn't have expected him to remain so gentlemanly. The second she hesitated, she saw him giving her a curious look—almost painful, in a way.

“I, uh-sorry!” Her hand slid into his, wishing the embrace didn't feel so rigid and cold.

The flashing lights and the loud, joyful sounds became background noise as she felt as Rufus’ hand slipped from hers with a hesitant thought of doing so. Even staring up at him, he was focused outside of her, and it brought a horrible pain to her chest.

The president sighed, rubbing his thumb against his forehead. “I need to find Dio. Or—.”

“Why, ‘ello there!”

The Scottish voice that interrupted Rufus made both search desperately for the source. It was there they found Cait Sith, sitting like a stuffed toy upon a bench not far away. He sat in such a way that he was able to kick his feet back and forth with a small hum.

Sheepy froze up, remembering that Reeve said he would be here in spirit. She didn't think he would actually have this animatronic stationed at The Gold Saucer of all places. “Hello,” she answered with a nervous wave, wondering where this would be heading.

“We need to speak in private,” Rufus ordered, closing the distance between him and Cait Sith.

“Of course, sir!” The cat hopped down from where he was sitting, summoning his moogle to hop upon this time. “If ye like, we can head on down to The Ghost Hotel and talk there. I made some reservations earlier, so they should be expectin’ us.”

Sheepy kept quiet, not certain if Rufus should know or not that she was aware that was Reeve’s toy. Her lost expression gave the president the assumption she had no clue what was happening, urging him to explain the bare minimum.

“He’s an ally. Come on.”

His hand gripped hers once more. The once icy cold grip was far more firm, making her heart drop as it only reeked of business. Felt as though all those steps the two took together to try and move past the business barrier had been destroyed.

The ghoulish appearance of The Ghost Hotel was far more realistic than Sheepy had thought it would be. While she heard rumors about this elaborate amusement park, she never had the gil to bother going.

Admiring the animatronics, holograms and well-hired actors along the way, the three were escorted to the Tonberry Suite. Just as the outside was, the interior design was above and beyond, feeling as though they all walked right into a haunted mansion.

“I know the Turks had this place reserved, but we can borrow it for a moment,” Cait Sith insisted, hopping off of his moogle and standing upon the table near the window. “Now then, I’m gonna do my best to talk to Dio about the Keystone, see what he says. If all else fails, Cloud’s group will do for a lovely distraction of sorts as well. That I promise!”

“Seems you actually thought ahead.” The praise was backhanded at best, making Cait Sith flinch a bit from the remark but still doing his best not to take offense.

He nervously chuckled. “Aye, that I have, sir. Now then, why don't you two wait here, and I’ll get together a plan for ya both, eh?”

Sheepy felt her cheeks burning in embarrassment that Reeve would go this far just to see the two alone in a hotel room together. “Now, wait a minute, I—!”

Cait Sith hopped off the table and scurried towards the door like a regular house cat. “Remember! Stay here till I say somethin’!” Hopping back up on his moogle, he grabbed the door handle and escorted himself out.

Rufus was hardly phased by anything Cait Sith said. His fingers drummed on the table, looking from the door back to Sheepy. “Are you that displeased with having to share a room with me for a moment?”

Hearing him say such a thing, she flinched. The words hurt worse than any attack she could take in battle. “N-No! Of course not! I just…” Fingers curling into a fist, she grabbed for the courage she needed to remain strong. “I just know how you feel about me lately.”

“Oh? Do tell.” Rufus’ voice sounded unenthused, making her wonder if she should even bother.

“I know you don't want to believe me, but you have to when I say I would not command an assassination on you.”

The chair he was sitting in moaned against his weight as he leaned back to take in every word she uttered. Whether before others or in private, there was nothing that would have her plea this hard for innocence. Not unless…

“Then everything you said prior to this mess,” Rufus began, thinking back on their moments working together, “they were not a lie?”

“No!” The answer left Sheepy so swiftly that there was hardly a single thing that caged her honest emotions. Still, she felt helpless and it was there she turned and headed for the elaborate bed display not far from the table. Her back to him, she embraced herself as she slouched forward. “I’ve said it all in many different ways how I care about you, but I guess it all falls on deaf ears, huh? Do you really care more about your company than anything else?”

There was a heavy silence that filled the room before Rufus took to his feet and headed towards her. “What of yourself? Do you care so much about the planet that making the lives of others easier means nothing?” His hand rested upon her shoulder, squeezing her there tightly. “Do I mean nothing?”

She shook her head, their hands joining before turning to face him. “I care about you, but I feel your desire to see what you want through to the end is corrupted.”

Rufus nearly recoiled from her honesty, but he didn't feel completely wounded by it.

“But I will stay,” she whispered. “Till the bitter end, even if you make the dumbest choices…” Her palm moved boldly to his cheek to cradle him there. “...I will stay. And if it’s every move AVALANCHE makes that will make you happy, then I will tell you about it without pause…” Still, she froze, hating to say this to rat out her own team, but she knew there was something underneath Rufus that wasn't sinister as everybody thought. Besides, this was part of their original deal. “...Whatever shows I am not a traitor to you, I will do it.”

His grip coiled about hers, and it was there she worried he would deny her.

But he didn't.

Moving her hand to his lips, it was there he kissed her with a breath that ignited life within him once more. No matter what she thought of his choices, just knowing she would still remain beside him was enough to have the thorned barrier about his heart wither once more.

It encouraged her to fall into his embrace, her body feeling as though it were the first time in a century since she had done such a thing.

Rufus’ fingers toyed with the band that kept her curly hair up in the ponytail she often had it styled within. The moment it was let free, he found himself envious of the curls that kissed upon her skin in place of him. To sate his greed, his lips met hers and it was there the breath of her filled his lungs and enthralled his heart.

Her own raced with his, as she boldly worked on removing his coat in need to feel of him in some form. She wanted to be a part of him beyond simple words, and even his own actions would show he too desired her.

It was that fraction of him that felt caged, finally let free to explore the soul of the other he had grown closer to beyond a mere business transaction. Like a flawless dance, he escorted her towards the bed the moment he was able to remove the dress that dared mock his advances.

Sheepy sat upon the side of the bed as Rufus’ lips journeyed about her body. The mere flash of her throat when she moaned enticed him to move his lips together to gently pluck at her skin before they found their way to her breast.

Her eyes closed, leaning into his advances. She felt as his hands gripped upon her as though he worried she would dare try to get away. But now that once stone cold and emotionless grip had turned into something of wanting. Something desiring more, as it had built up over the past few years of the two working closely together.

Her mind went blank the moment she felt his fingers caressing her underwear. Even Rufus paused in doing so, his eyes catching hers as he asked without words if she wanted him to continue. Even if greed raked through every inch of him, he wasn't going to take what he wasn't allowed.

Sheepy nodded, her breathing having hastened and it was there she felt as the fabric kissed her thighs in a seductively slow manner before they soon laid to rest upon the floor along with her shoes. The warmth of his breath caressed the lips of her entrance, making a sharp cry quiver from her body.

“F-Fuck…!” she swore sweetly, fingers buried within his hair to encourage him onward.

Rufus’ own moan added to the wet warmth of her womanhood, his tongue flicking across her petals to taste of what he could only envision in his wildest dreams. To him, it was sweet like honey. He desired more. With one last slow and steady flick of his tongue against her clit did he remove himself from between her legs and motion towards the bed.

“Lie down,” he insisted, using his fingertips to dab away his saliva and her own essence that mixed with it.

Doing as he asked, she watched as he removed the rest of his own clothing. The intoxication of the moment was so strong, she could only think to open her arms and beckon for him back into her embrace.

He soon held her body close, clasping her in a sort of hug that felt far from erotic in nature. Sheepy couldn't help but be a bit caught off guard by it. It was a hug that she least expected from someone such as him—as if saying ‘don't go’ without a single word being uttered.

“R-Rufus…?” She didn't mean to sound so informal with him, but the moment coaxed it out of her.

He closed his eyes, shaking his head to the best of his ability as his fingers dug into the small of her back. “It’s nothing,” he whispered, but those words held a lie of sorts that she didn't bother to probe about.

His hands guided her to find comfort on the covers of the bed. His own grip trailed upon the length of her arm before having his fingers rest between the divide of her own. The head of his cock kissed her entrance ever sweetly to where Sheepy’s toes curled and her back arched in desperate want of him.

As though he were greeting her for the first time, he brought the back of her hand up towards him where he kissed her there as he slowly—inch by inch—pushed himself within her. The tight warmth was spirituous for him, causing his other free hand to grab at her thigh to keep himself steady. Her body in kind kissed every inch of him, encouraging Rufus to near madness he would have embraced, but he would not see himself harm the one he had grown close to.

Never would he see himself as heartless as his father.

Sheepy’s heels dug into Rufus’ lower back, trying to encourage him onward as her moans grew louder and closer together. Odd to say for a spy, but she could care less how obvious she was being behind those walls. “G-Gods… damn…!” she whimpered, her body moving to meet every rhythmic thrust he offered. As the welcomed, merciless minutes passed on, the walls of her body throbbed upon him, giving an early warning she would climax. “I-I’m going to cum…!” Her nails pricked at his skin best they could given their length, and it was there she felt him steady himself.

“Then do so,” Rufus whispered near her mouth, tasting the warmth she breathed and acting as though it were as intoxicating as any wine he could sample. His palm cradling her warm cheek, he urged her back into a deep kiss.

Just as before, it gave him life—chasing away his worries that weighed him down.

Sheepy’s body shook, her moan muffled by Rufus’ desire to swallow her wish to be far more vocal than she was. The moment he felt her body clamp firmly upon his length, he grunted and even steeled himself before his lips parted from hers.

Breaking the string of saliva that connected them, he moaned with a grunt to follow as the warmth of his release soon bloomed within her body.

She whimpered, the erotic temptation swelled within her and urged her to embrace the president in a duplicate manner that she felt from him earlier. Burying her face within the nook of his warm neck, she sighed heavily in relief that all her feelings weren't just delusions of grandeur. That they were indeed reciprocated.

Rufus found rest beside her under the covers, as he cradled her hand back to him once more where he kissed her there again and again. His brow furrowed before his eyes looked at her. “I pray you know I still aim to stop AVALANCHE every step of the way.”

Sheepy hesitantly nodded, her fingers toying with the rogue strands of his blond hair that fell from place.

“But if there is one thing I will not tolerate, it is heartache.” He murmured it rather gently, but there was a small form of a threat buried within it. “No matter the ‘dumb choices I make’—Well, I am holding you to that, Sheepy.”

She didn't curl up in fear. If anything, she only moved closer to where she nuzzled against his bare chest. “Don't take my words for lies. Even for a spy, I speak honestly to those I care about.”

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