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Two Days - Jubal Valentine x Reader

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It starts with a kiss, a simple brush of the lips during an undercover operation.

A way of solidifying your cover as his favourite girl so that the johns keep their hands off you. You may be attending a sex party, but Jubal makes sure that they all know his woman is off limits. He sticks to your side like glue, his hand on your lower back as he guides you into the room.

There’s a couple of judges here, a few ADAs. You recognise a senator who shows a little too much of an interest in you. Jubal steps in when things get a little too handsy, reminding the politician that you’re his and only his, he’s not a man who likes to share.

Jubal's hand threads through your hair, tugging just a little as he draws you close. It’s possessive, just the way it’s meant to be. In that moment you both fall into that role, he’s the man that owns you and you’re the girl that’s so crazy in love with him that you’d do anything he asked.

It’s sensual the way he kisses you, his mouth claiming yours, his body firm and unrelenting. You can feel the heat radiating through his shirt and it makes you want to run your fingers underneathe it.

“She can’t get enough, can you baby?” he teases, his dark eyes heated as he tips your chin up. “Let me discuss some business and then I’ll take care of you.”

It’s not real, you remind yourself as he draws you into his lap. His warm palm comes to rest upon your thigh, his thumb ghosting along the hem of your dress. His goatee grazes the curve of your shoulder, his lips following suit, his breath ghosting along your skin.

When the raid goes down everything shifts, you both slip back into the consummate professionals you’ve always been. You put your FBI windbreakers and it’s like the whole thing never happened.

It’s in the locker room afterwards you find yourself alone with him. You’re hanging up that dress, your fingers toying with the fabric as you think about Jubal’s hands on you, how good it felt to be touched like that. He doesn’t say anything as he sits down on the bench, you close your locker before taking a seat alongside of him.

“We need to talk about that kiss.” He says quietly, rubbing his hands together.

“I know it was just for a role.” You tell him, your shoulder brushing his. “We don’t need to make it something it’s not.”

“What if…” He pauses before he forces out the words. “What if I wanted to?”

You tilt your head towards him, and he sees the question in your features before he gestures between the two of you.

“There’s always been this thing between the two of us. We’ve never been able to act on it but you’re transferring in a couple of days and I…” he trails off for a minute as he searches for the words, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “That kiss was really something, something I want to explore and I’m kinda hoping you do too.”

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” You admit, your cheeks flush pink as you recall his fingertips trailing under the hem of your dress, the pattern they doodled across your skin. “I want more from you, I want…”

You can’t bring yourself to say it, but Jubal knows, you see it in the way he looks at you, the heat in his gaze. You know when you get home tonight the first thing, you’re doing is getting a cold shower or entertaining yourself in bed.

“Two more days.” He tells you with a hint of promise in his voice.

Your hand comes to rest on his, your fingers entwining as you smile up at him.

“Only two more days.”

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[depengu]

Jubal my cat

[cowboysource]

JUBAL (1956)

dir. Delmer Daves

[infinitedungas]

had a crack at doodling some characters from my never ending gaslamp fantasy project. don't hate how these turned out actually

[queenofzan]

tfw you’re already having to reconsider your sexuality bc you started fucking one of your coworkers but his friend who agrees to talk to you about it is stunning

and now you’re like oh no, do i prioritize my sexuality crisis or the crisis about coming between these lifelong best friends

(robbie’s face more or less stolen from this photo on flickr)

[methinkethashipeth]

MerMay sketches

[ilovepandw]

Stop This Madness: There Are Too Many Christians Following Secular Music Artists

Why follow the world and their standards for life? If you do, you will truly die spiritually, without hope in this world, and surely be a slave to sin. This article isn’t an expression for condemnation, but a warning to change your thoughts and habits. As Believers in Christ Jesus, we are NOT to follow the principles or standards of the secular worldview. Music is here to stay, and is only a…

[signodocaos]

Ao Despertar da Paixão (Jubal, 1956, Delmer Daves)

[qzwrites]

"To be fair, if I was straight, I think I'd be wary of telling a woman I legit do get off on dominating her," Marco said. "Like, if he's even a halfway decent guy, that probably feels really gross."

"I think you're underestimating how little straight men think about things," Athy said. "Kink spaces that aren't explicitly queer are full of heterosexual men looking to dominate and humiliate women."

"Yeah, and I don't count those guys as halfway decent," Marco said. "If he's been sitting on it instead of, like, doing it without a second thought, he's probably aware it's at least potentially a red flag."

"I guess he wasn't asking permission so much as...absolution?" Jubal said. "I don't get how anyone can have enough energy to get all worked up and ashamed of what turns them on. Don't they have better things to do?"

"You're forgetting how much time and energy they save by not having satisfying sex," Marco said.

[k-star-holic]

Kian84 "Little Men's Hormones Like Mom's Face" is a full-sweet Confessions ('I Live Alone')

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

The Centenary Chapter Masters Convention is held in the most boring corporate hotel on Terra. What goes down?

Dante goes to bed at 8pm sharp, citing the importance of a good sleep. Helbrecht calls him an old fogey. Dante punches Helbrecht in the kidneys so hard one of them disintegrates. He then goes to bed. Marneus and Dessian nod sagely at this violently concise dedication to punctuality. Asterion and Gabriel laugh and point as Helbrecht curls up on the floor holding his stomach.

Tu’shan has taken all of the mini-fridges from the rooms and arranged them into a bar. He’s using the contents of them to make flaming drinks for everyone (he smuggled a butane torch in). He has to gently hand some of them under the “bar”, in the recessed parts of the fridges, because Shrike is lurking there.

Jubal and Tyberos are on a couch off to the side. They’re actually having a very pleasant, quiet conversation about the best way to clean servomotors.

Kardan Stronos is glaring at them from the corner for daring to have a discussion on servomotors without him. A Custodian is glaring at Kardan from the doorway for daring to besmirch holy Terra with his dour expressions.

[dance-world]

Julian Lacey - Semperoper Ballett Dresden - photo by Jubal Battisti Photography

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[thiashazzywriting]

FBI International: S03E01 ‘June’

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I have an ask for Jubal Valentine 🌹 The prompt is 3. You know you gave me all that time. Well, did I give enough of mine? Thank you so much.

You worry about Jubal, about the fact that since taking up the position with Fugitive Task Force, that you don’t give him the time or attention that he deserves. It hits particularly hard because this man has walked through fire for you, almost compromising his career and all you have to give him is yourself.

It doesn’t seem like it’s enough, especially on nights like tonight when you come home and he’s half way through cooking a meal for the two of you because he knows you won’t be able to face the task after the case you’ve had in Maryland.

“I worry that I’m not doing enough.” You tell him as you lean over the kitchen island. “That I’m not around enough.”

“Ok, doing enough what?” He says with an edge of amusement to his voice. “What do you think you should be doing more of?”

You pause then because truthfully you don’t actually know, you just know you should be giving more. You try to explain that to him but it comes out in a jumble, a mishmash of words and feelings.

“Stefani.” He says gently setting the knife down that he’s cutting peppers with so he can make a T with his hands. “Time out.”

It’s the sign you both use when things are getting a little dicey. You get in your own head sometimes, especially when you’ve run yourself a little ragged. He clasps your face between his large hands before he places a kiss upon the tip of your nose.

“When was the last time you slept?” He asks you. “Or ate?”

You lower your gaze and he knows exactly what’s going on with you.

“We’ve talked about this.” He says softly, his forehead coming to rest upon yours.

Your mental health always suffers when you don’t look after yourself. You’re blood sugar dips, it makes you emotional, irritable, compounded with the lack of sleep it’s a recipe for interludes like this. It’s why he’s been packing snacks into your go bag.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as his thumb chases over the apple of your cheek.

“You never have to apologise to me. This is just a bump in the road.” He murmurs as he looks into your eyes. He means it, the two of you are a team. You’ve seen him through his relapse, the issues with his son Tyler. Your relationship, it’s never been one sided, it just seems like that because you’re in the midst of a blip. “We get some food in you, a good night’s sleep, I promise you you’ll be as right as rain.”

He isn’t wrong, the next morning when you wake up things seem a little bit lighter. You feel more like yourself and you know that’s because of Jubal, because of the way he cares for you, looks after you.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You tell him as you lay tangled up in each other in his navy blue sheets.

“That’s funny.” He smiles, his lips brushing over yours. “Because I don’t know what I’d do without you either.”

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[novelswithariana]

But OA's reaction after Maggie is exposed to the sarin gas... it broke my heart. If I could, I would give him a hug. The way he wanted to rip the medical tubes from his body to go see Maggie and the way he begged Jubal... chef's kiss. I think the chemistry between the two of them is incredible. But like seriously, after all this, the FBI agents need therapy.

Another thing I can't help but notice is their feelings for each other. There is no way that their feelings are just platonic. The ending of the Episode 4x18 is a clear support for my theory. You can't react like that and say those words without having romantic feelings.