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dfortrafalgar · 4 months

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Bring Your Daughter(s) To Work Day

Law x Fem Reader (kinda)

When the babysitter cancels last minute, Law is forced to bring his daughters to work with him, and deal with the emotions they unknowingly make him feel.

A/N: SURPRISE- BONUS CHAPTER FOR IMLY!!! this came to me suddenly and i hammered it out. this can be read as a standalone, but i wrote it with the intention of it being directly connected to the universe of my long form fic "I'm Losing You"

Warnings: nothing but pure fluff here, folks. established relationship, third person POV, reader is only present in the beginning and end of the story, some suggestive language sprinkled throughout but nothing explicit

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Law watched with dejected eyes as his wife dropped her head into her hands, a harsh groan leaving her lips. Under her breath, quiet enough so her kids couldn’t hear her profanity, she uttered, “Fuck.”

“Let me guess,” Law mumbled. “She canceled?”

“This is the last time we use this babysitter,” she growled, turning off her phone and flipping it upside down so the screen faced the table, ignoring whatever incoming messages might appear. “It’s going to be too late to find any sitters now, and their school doesn’t start for another week. It’s not like we can just drop them off somewhere or leave them here alone.” She picked up her gaze, her eyebrows furrowed in deep concern. “Law… I can’t miss this interview.”

“I know, baby,” he whispered back, reaching his hand across the kitchen table to stroke her clenched fist. “You’re not going to.”

“Do you have a plan, then?”

Law bit the inside of his cheek as he searched his mind for any feasible solution. One of the biggest interviews of his wife’s career was on the following day, ever since she cordially parted with her last job after having their twins. She spent the first year of their life physically recovering from the birth, as well as having her tubes tied to prevent any more reproductive issues, the couple happily deciding that they were fine with two children. The following toddler years were spent at home with Cora and Rose, his wife being assisted by Uncle Shachi, Uncle Penguin, and Auntie Ikkaku whenever they were free. On days where Law was out of work, he made sure his wife was completely hands-off, taking his daughters out so his wife could spend some much needed time alone or out with her own friends. The two had a comfortable balance, allowing for ample time spent with each other, their daughters, as well as valuing their personal lives. Law’s cardiothoracic surgeon salary was more than enough to afford comfortable living in their small house filled with two six-year-old girls and a dog, but he could tell his wife was desperate to get back to a working schedule again. There was never an issue with having more income, after all, and the doctor knew his wife was never one for the stay-at-home lifestyle for the long-term.

“I’ll bring them with me,” he stated suddenly. His face remained completely neutral.

“What?” she yelped, standing from her chair. “Law, you can’t. You’re a doctor.”

“I don’t have any operations tomorrow, and I’m only working 12 hours. I’ll bring them with me when I leave at 9, and you can pick them up after your interview,” he explained. “I have plenty of staff, and there’s a children’s room in the cardiac ward. They’ll have things to do and people to talk to.”

His wife frantically searched her husband’s face for any sign of indifference or reluctance to his own claim. Finding none, she slowly sank back into her chair. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You’re absolutely positive?”

“I am.”

“And you promise to not traumatize them?”

Law pursed his lips. The week prior, he found his girls in the backyard poking a dead, gutted rabbit with a stick. He didn’t think he had much to worry about. “I promise.”

Finally letting her shoulders relax, his wife slumped over and rested her forearms on the kitchen table, plopping her head against them and shielding her face from the world. A small chuckle exited Law’s lips as he stood and rounded the furniture, coming to rest behind his wife and placing his deft hands on her shoulders, massaging the knots out of her tired muscles. She visibly relaxed even more from his touch, almost as if she was melting from the motions of his hands.

“You always know exactly what to do to make me feel better,” she sighed, tossing a glance at her smirking husband from over her shoulder.

“Everything’s going to work out. You’ll do amazing at your interview, the girls will behave themselves at work, and we’ll all live happily ever after,” he hummed, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on the back of her head.

“Can you bring home ice cream tomorrow?” she asked, her voice finally regaining its light and airy demeanor as her sullen mood finally lifted.

“Of course.”

—

“Girls.”

Law’s stern golden eyes looked in the rear-view mirror, watching as Cora and Rose immediately snapped their attention to their father from the backseat. Rose clenched a book in her small hands, well above her age’s reading level, while Cora fiddled around with the broken arm of a Stealth Black action figure.

“Remember to be on your absolute best behavior today, alright?” he stated firmly. “I’ll be around to check on you both for most of the day, but when I’m not there, you need to be good for the nurses.”

“We know, daddy,” Cora chirped. “Mama told us you’d be coming home with ice cream if we were good.”

“I’ll be coming home with ice cream regardless,” he replied, a small smile growing on his lips. “But if you’re not good, you won’t be getting any. It’ll just be for Mommy and I.”

He laughed as his daughters screeched from the backseat, flabbergasted at the mere insinuation that they might not get a share of any delectable treats. Fondness welled in his heart as he listened to the twins bicker over their shared behavior. Through their short six years on Earth, they had already grown into strong, individualistic young ladies who were practically inseparable. Law cried on every single birthday. They had turned him into quite a softie.

His foot gently depressed the break of his car as he turned into the sprawling hospital’s parking garage, driving up the ramps to the third floor and slipping into a parking space reserved for staff. He diligently grabbed the large childcare bag from the passenger seat, slinging it over his shoulder before proceeding to free Rose from her restrictive (but very safe) car seat, followed by Cora, who clambered to get out of the car and holler into the echoing abyss of the parking garage, giggling at the way her voice bounced off the concrete pillars and walls surrounding her. Rose held her hands over her ears, cringing at the sound.

“Get it out of your system now, baby, you can’t be yelling like that in the hospital,” Law uttered, grabbing each girl by the hand and slowly walking with them toward the hospital’s entrance connected to the parking garage by a small hallway and two elevator shafts.

Rose firmly gripped her father’s hand in her right, clutching her book in her left. Cora skipped along, tripping over her feet, and sang into the air. “Gather up all of the crew! It’s time to ship out Binks’ brew! Sea wind blows, to where? Who knows! The waves will be our guide!”

Rose mumbled, her small voice whiny and irritated. “Cora, you’ve been singing that all day.”

“I love that song!” the younger girl retorted, almost stepping on Law’s foot. “Uncle Luffy taught it to me.”

Law bit back a smirk, yet rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. Leave it to that boisterous man to introduce his daughters to the life of high-stakes maritime activity. He’d be lying if he said playing pirates with his girls wasn’t some of the most fun he’d had recently, however. It only took a bit of a negative turn when Cora, pretending to be the infamous Blackbeard, landed a punch against Law’s groin so harsh it made him double over. It wasn’t like she knew any better, but amidst his wife’s worried yet hysterical laughter, he wondered if that blow was enough to make him infertile.

He shrugged the thought into the back of his head, releasing Rose’s gentle hand to press the elevator button, leading his girls into the small space and watching in silence as the doors closed in front of them, carrying them down two levels to the cardiac ward.

“Daddy?” Rose asked, looking up at him. “What do you do all day?”

Law pondered briefly. “On days where I don’t have operations, I usually do rounds for patients.”

“What are rounds?” asked the curly-haired girl.

“I go from room-to-room and assess each person’s health and how they’re doing,” he explained.

“Can we join you?” Cora suddenly asked, staring up at her father with her own large, golden eyes.

“I’m afraid not, sweetpea.”

The younger twin pouted before suddenly growing frazzled out of nowhere. “I LEFT MY ACTION FIGURE IN THE CAR!!!”

Rose quickly covered her ears again at her sister’s shrill scream.

“We’ll get it later, baby,” Law tried to console. He nervously glanced at the LCD screen above the button panel, about to reach the first floor. “I can get it for you on my lunch break. Can you wait until then?”

Cora’s face was growing flushed as she puffed out her cheeks, her eyes welling with heavy crocodile tears. “But I want him now! He’s going to die in the car!”

Law rubbed a hand over her hair. “He won’t die.”

“He will!”

“I’ll save him before he does,” he said back. “Shhh, keep your voice down, baby.”

Rose removed her hands from her ears with an audible, relieved sigh. Cora was appeased… for now. She’d have to deal with profound, inescapable boredom until noon, or at least until her mom came to pick the two up and save them from the children’s room at the hospital.

All things considered, the girls were fantastically behaved. They watched on quietly as Law scanned his badge to enter the high-security corridors leading to the cardiothoracic ward, nodding a wordless hello to the various nurses and doctors who passed by, each offering fond, excited smiles to the young girls. The long, winding hallways of the hospital were ginormous in comparison to the twins, who were used to the much smaller hallways of their kindergarten building, but they kept their hands in their father’s as he led them to his ward.

“Can you remember what I said in the car?” the surgeon asked, scanning his badge over one last electronic box on the wall, the click of the door’s lock signaling its opening.

“We’ll be on our best behavior,” Rose obediently replied, more excited to be able to get back to her reading in peace.

“We promise,” Cora added. She opened her small mouth one more time, as if to add a second thought, but quickly shut her jaw and stared straight ahead. Law cocked an eyebrow at the display, but didn’t question it further. If the little girl had an issue, she would immediately let him know.

There was a children’s room, which was really just a small space situated behind one of the nurses stations, used primarily for families with very small children. When a person would be admitted to the cardiac ward, any potential juvenile visitors were welcome to use the children’s area to remove them from the otherwise clinical, scary environment of the hospital. The entire space was stocked with coloring books, light reading for ages 4-10, building blocks, and other miscellaneous playthings, all thoroughly sanitized before and after each visit.

When Law rounded the corner into the doorway of the children’s area, Rebecca was crouched down on the floor, diligently wiping down a set of large plastic building blocks with a sanitizing wipe. Her large, brown eyes glimmered as she saw Cora and Rose, having not seen them in quite some time. It wasn’t like Law brought them to work often.

“There are the guests of honor!” sang the pink-haired woman, discarding the wipe into a nearby trash receptacle and hurrying toward her superior and his two excited daughters. The girls pulled away from their dad and hugged Rebecca’s legs, instantly remembering the warm smile and bright laughter of the nurse who happily knelt to their level and pulled them to her chest. “It’s so wonderful to see you two again!”

“Let me know if they give you any trouble, Rebecca,” Law sighed, smiling at the sight albeit scrunching his eyebrows at the potential his children had for causing petty issues. They were their mother’s daughters, after all. Their well-behaved exterior made room for some very sinister six-year-old schemes.

“How could these sweet angels cause any trouble at all?” Rebecca giggled, ruffling Rose’s head of thick, curly black hair. “I will, though, sir. No problem at all.”

“I’ll be back in about two hours for my short break. Cora, Rose…” the surgeon called their names, alerting their attention once more.

The silence in the room was palpable as Law brought two of his fingers to his eyes, gesturing his hand toward their faces as if giving a silent threat that he had his eye on them, even if not in the same room. He had a playful smirk on his face as he did so, leading Cora to stick her tongue out at her dad. Rose gave her sister a light shove, harshly whispering about the ice cream reward still looming over their heads.

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Two hours and far too many patient rounds finally came and went before Law was able to take a short break, proceeding to the children’s room with his ample amount of paperwork in an accordion binder held in his arms. He’d be able to get some time to work on it while sitting on the floor at the squatted table while he gave his nurse a much needed reprieve from his daughters. While marching through the long hallways of the cardiac ward, the surgeon pulled out his phone and smiled at the text that had come in from his wife, about 30 minutes prior.

Mama What do you think of this fit??? I mean, im going with it, but do i look hot and professional?

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Mama Right answers only. Also, are the girls behaving alright???

His wife did indeed look stunning. Her curves fit elegantly into a sharp, black pencil skirt that flared slightly below her knees. Sheer tights complimented her supple skin, and sophisticated yet casual wedge heels boosted her height by a good inch or so. She was posing in the mirror of their bedroom, one hip jutted out propping up her free hand that she graced over her waist. A trendy blouse was tucked into the skirt, the top few buttons still undone. Grinning down at his phone and holding his folder tighter against his abdomen, he fumbled to type out a response while walking.

You know you look stunning, baby. Absolutely gorgeous. You’re going to do up those top buttons, though, right?

He watched the incoming message bubble appear and disappear a few times before her response came in.

Mama Duh, i was just hoping that showing off some cleavage would give me extra points with you <3

Law fought to bite down the chuckle that rose in his throat, not wanting to attract attention. As long as I get to undo those buttons later. He was feeling bold today.

Mama Ice cream first, sex later. Love you baby <333

Law quickly shoved his phone into his pocket after thumbing out a quick good luck message for her upcoming interview, which she was surely traveling to at that very moment. He pushed open the door to the children’s room, quickly pushing back any inappropriate thoughts of his beautiful wife and smiling at the sight of his daughters.

Cora was in the middle of utilizing every single building block the room had to build a convoluted structure that took a plethora of odd shapes. She was being assisted by another young girl who’s curious violet eyes watched inquisitively at each new block added to the structure. Rose was in the adult-sized chair across the room, her nose buried in a new book. Judging by her original book on the floor by the legs of the chair, she had finished that one after only two days. A new literary record. Rebecca was absent from the room, most likely having left to continue her own duties, but judging by the faint smell of light cleaning alcohol in the room, she hadn’t been gone long.

With a smile, Law sat on the floor across from his daughter’s, and the new girl’s, strange structure. “What are you building?”

“A submarine. Can’t you tell?” Cora replied, placing a pink-colored block on top of an ominously leaning stack.

The new girl, who’s hair was a deep shade of purple, stared at Law with huge, curious eyes before a cheeky grin broke out on her face. “Are you the doctor taking care of my papa?” she asked.

Law grinned. “Could be. Who’s your papa?”

“Tenguyama Hitetsu,” she confirmed cheerily. “Well, he’s not actually my papa, but he also is.”

A lightbulb clicked on in his head. He had just been in Mr. Tanguyama’s room, and had no idea that the elderly man had any child under his care. It was then he remembered that the man had described a young girl as his ‘student’ rather than ‘daughter,’ but he still spoke about her with such fond language. Kurozumi Tama.

“Tama’s been helping me build,” blurted Cora, bringing herself to her feet to place another block on the tower attached to what was supposed to be a submarine.

“You two make a good team,” Law replied fondly as he turned his attention to his oldest daughter. “Rose, what are you reading?”

Her new book was substantially thicker than the one she brought with her. There were no pictures on the cover. She tilted the object down only slightly to speak with her father. “Rebecca brought it for me when I asked. It’s a book about common heart conditions in adults.”

Somehow, Law was not surprised. He didn’t even question it, watching as the black-haired girl turned her attention back to her book, disregarding any potential response from her father. Without another word, and without wanting to distract the kids from their intense focus, he scooted across the floor to the squatted table and opened his accordion folder, flipping through his paperwork to pass his two hour break, counting his blessings that he had such easy, albeit… strange, children.

He couldn’t stay focused long enough to begin filling out his patient charts, however. Especially not when he was swarmed with thoughts about his family. As he picked his gaze up and glanced across the room at his daughters immersed in their own little worlds, happy as clams in their special ways, he couldn’t fight the swelling in his heart. His wife, after worlds of difficulty, had given him two of the greatest gifts of his life. Those gifts were now six years old, about to start first grade, reading above their level, building and drawing, holding conversations, and were filled with boundless love. They hadn’t yet reached the age where they were embarrassed to hold hands with their dad in public, and they were still too young to fully understand the world around them, but it was clear as day to the surgeon that his little girls were bound to learn the tough realities of their lives sooner rather than later. It made his chest pang thinking of how quickly they had grown up. It felt like just yesterday that Law was by his wife’s side in the delivery room, finally holding his babies after they were allowed to leave the NICU, happy, healthy, and already beginning to babble and whine for their next feeding. He remembered looking at his wife, the woman of his dreams, who had gone through far more than any human should in bringing these girls into the world, kissing her lips and thanking her, thanking whatever deity was in the heavens that she was still alive and well.

“Daddy?”

Rose’s voice broke Law from his trance, his sharp golden eyes darting up to meet hers. The book was folded in her lap, her hands tracing the embossed letters on the hard cover.

“Are you alright?” she asked, her voice small and concerned.

A lump developed at the base of Law’s throat. His girls looked so much like his wife. He forced the rock down his esophagus and smiled at his little girl.

“I’m just fine, sweetpea.”

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Law had needed to stay for an extra hour and a half after his shift was supposed to end, much to his distaste. After his close-call to an emotional outburst that afternoon, he wanted nothing more than to run home, embrace his wife in a hug, and cuddle with her on the couch with the ice cream that he had promised her. When he was finally able to slip into his car, the backseats empty (save for the Stealth Black action figure that was completely forgotten about by noon) with Cora and Rose having been picked up by their mom, he pulled out his phone to send his wife a text only to find that she had sent him one first.

Mama Look how tuckered out they are!!!

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Mama What did you do to them??? LOL

The image was immediately saved to Law’s camera app. Cora and Rose were curled up on the plush carpet in their living room on both sides of Bepo who was sprawled out on his back. Their little arms wrapped around the dog’s torso, their faces squished into his warm, white fur as they snoozed in one conjoined unit. He quickly tapped out a text that he was coming home, placing his phone in his bag and proceeding out of the parking garage as quickly as he could. With the only places still open at that hour being the gas station, he stopped at the nicest one in town and picked up three pints of ice cream, as well as a few extra treats to surprise the girls with when their new friend, Tama, came over for a playdate in a few days.

When Law finally entered his house, the only light still on was the lamp beside the couch. All the curtains were drawn, shrouding the living room in a pleasant, dim warmth. His wife was on the couch, laying back with her phone in her hand. She quickly stood up when Law entered, excitedly yet quietly closing the gap between them and capturing her husband’s lips in a tender kiss. He cheekily took the freezing bag containing the ice cream and pressed it against the thin cotton t-shirt she wore to bed, cooling her skin and making her suppress a surprised yelp. She giggled as she playfully batted Law’s chest.

“You tease!” she whispered. “I don’t wanna wake the girls.”

“With the way they were sleeping in that picture, I doubt we’ll wake them up,” he replied, his voice low as his lips stole another kiss, lingering a few moments longer. His heart fluttered at the feeling of his wife smiling into his gesture, her hands trailing over his chest, shoulders, and up into his fluffy black hair.

When she pulled away, he finally noticed the blouse she still wore, all the buttons done up. “Good, because you still have to take this off of me. I’m uncomfortable.” She snatched the bag out of his hands, procuring her own pint of ice cream. “After this, obviously.”

“Of course, of course.” Law followed her lead, grabbing his own treat after placing his other goods into the freezer and following his wife to the couch with two spoons in hand. Bepo was on his dog bed snoring up a storm, which he had been doing much more often in his older age.

“How did your interview go?” he finally asked, smiling as his wife snuggled into his size, using a blanket to grip her ice cream without freezing her hand.

“I think it went well, I was so nervous, though. I had to apply an extra layer of deodorant in the car because I was sweating so much,” she explained. “But the manager seemed pleased with my resume. And she knew Ms. Boa, so hopefully that means my recommendations will be worth it.”

Law held her close while opening his own ice cream. “I’m sure it will be. You’re a shoe in for that position.”

“You’re just saying that,” she mumbled, taking a spoonful of the frozen treat.

“You like when I say things,” Law replied with a smirk on his lips.

She sunk further into his chest, letting his warmth embrace her. Her mind swirled with images of the man, when they started dating, when he proposed, on their wedding night, in the hospital multiple times, holding his daughters… the woman blinked away fond tears and swallowed her emotions with another hefty spoonful of ice cream.

“What are you thinking about, gorgeous?” asked the man behind her, his voice gruff and tired from a long day in the hospital.

“Nothing…” she mumbled back, hiding her face in his neck. “Just how lucky I am to have you.”

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viandclintbarton-supremacy · 8 months

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A Thirsty Trap (Wonze x GN Reader)

You took a sip from your drink after finishing your 30 min run in the treadmill. Controlling your breathing and leaving the home gym, you made with the help of your girlfriends Lucy and Keira, you went to the kitchen and pulled out one of the pre made meals and started to heat it up as you took a sit on the couch. You started to relax as you started to swipe through Tiktok. You knew Lucy and Keira were on way back from training. Whilst Real Madrid players weren't training today.

You sheepishly smile as you see some videos you been tagged on. The normal edits, appreciation and thirst trap edits of you. You appreciated the videos fans made, it made you feel appreciated and inspire others.

As you scrolled you sure a montage of Keira's passing. You smiled at your cute girl as a though came into your mind.

You clicked on the search bar and typed "Keira Walsh thirst trap" and clicked in the first video

You cheeks got red as you sheepishly smiled at the clips of you girlfriend. Slightly embarrassed that you just looked up a random video of your awkward angel. Her cuteness always made ou happy and love her even more. One clip was showing Keira's tattoo on her side.

You couldn't help but keep look at her tattoo on her side. She likes it one you traced it and pecked the outline of it you bit your lip in thought. You shook your head and swiped up only to see her in her sports bra. You immediately swiped up only to be met with a Wonze one. You starred at your girls with love but you were missing their touch. It's been a while sine you three have done anything in the bedroom.

You watched the video and looked at your gf, figure, hair, eyes and tattoos. You bit your lip. You looked around. It wouldn't be too bad to do something about it. You looked at the video and slid. Your hand down your shorts. Just about to touch

Then you feel arms from behind hook around your neck

"Aw I thought that was my job" You went red face with embarrassment as you heard Lucy's voice

"Maybe you have been slacking, Luc," You hear Keira say as she sat across from you. You look up at the hurt face of Bronze until she glanced at the phone and dropped her mouth in surprise and nabbed your phone

"LUCY!"

"You little perv," She said jokingly as she made her way to Keira. "No wonder they couldn't control themselves," she said smugly. Keira looked at it with interest until she giggled and looked at you with a cheeky grin. Making you hide your face with a pillow "Guess we are just too much for them" Keira snorted "Babe" she tapped Lucy's thigh and held the phone up to her "Look who she searched" Lucy frowned and took it and saw what you searched. You begin to slowly walk to the down. Lucy's frown turned to an offended look before looking at you. Noticing you had shoes on and the door half way open.

"When I catch you, you're not gonna be able to walk, let alone get out of bed tomorrow." Keira bit her lip. She liked when you were like this.

"Good luck, dodgy knee," you bravely said before bolting out of the house. "GET BACK HERE BRAT!"

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mins-fins · 6 months

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★̲ YOU HAVE ONE NEW VOICEMAIL FROM . . . 나재민 !

SEPTEMBER 9, 00:22 AM

HI BABY!! okay um before you purge me and murder my entire family i'm sorry for not calling you yesterday.. it was after the first show and i was exhausted but anyway, how was the concert? did you enjoy it? do you think i did well? do you—[a small shout is heard from behind him] I AM NOT "WHIPPED" SHUT UP! ignore chenle he doesn't know what he's talking about, is it bad that i love my dear partner so much? he's just sad and lonely—AM NOT!— ARE TOO! STOP YELLING AT ME!! you're gonna come tomorrow right? if work doesn't keep you in that is, god i hate your job, and i miss you, i miss you so bad, it's going to be hard to do this when international tour dates start, all we have connecting us is some stupid phone..[another shout is heard from behind him] OKAY FINE! it's too late, we have to wake up early tomorrow, alright bye i love you! sleep well!

NOVEMBER 23, 22:45 PM

haechan totally tried to trip me on stage today, that little shit..anyway, hi baby!! sorry for the like— two calls every week but it's been so hard to find alone time for myself these days, i really like japan though, we should come here sometime for a trip! just me and you, maybe on one of my breaks, if i can even get one. i miss you, having jeno as company is beginning to get boring, i mean, i love jeno obviously but i see him every single day!! i'm literally about to go insane without you here, i'm about to pay for your flight here and make up some excuse to your manager about a family issue or something.. will they even believe that? i don't care, it's been a while since we went anywhere together, just the two of us, also, did i tell you your mom called me? apparently she really liked our performance, she called me to tell me about it!! anyway um, i have no time left, hope you have a good night, i love you!!

NOVEMBER 26, 02:09 AM

jeno snores way too loudly, so no sleep for me, and he also complains so much about everything so now i have to whisper for this, but anyway, i know you're probably asleep as well so it doesn't matter if i send this cause you'll see it in the morning but i don't care! whoops, right, whispering. i can't believe that you can't come to the shows, it's all sooooo boring without you. i always search for you in the audience but then i don't see you and i get upset, you being in the crowd would make everything much better, hopefully you can at find time to get here before the final japanese show this year.. is this corny? i don't think so, i just— i miss you, i say that all the time but i do, a lot. um yeah that's all, i should probably sleep now, i love you!

DECEMBER 2, 21:37 PM

I KNEW YOU HAD SOME STUPID PLAN! i can't believe i didn't even notice you sneaking up on me that was….. i can't start, i'll go on and on forever. how did you even get backstage? did you talk to mark or something? i don't know i guess i'm just— i'm just very surprised, you didn't even tell me anything! i'm not going to lie.. it was such a smart plan, i'm glad you were able to make it, seeing you again was so nice i almost cried having to let go of you, and yeah i tried to contain myself in front of the members but i couldn't, they had to get it though! because when you're partner is right there you can't just stand there and be normal, i did mean to trap you in that hug! god being able to wrap my arms around you again was so nice, you give such good hugs you know? i know you won't be here for long but let's make the most of our time together okay? i'm happy you're here, alright i have to go now, good night, i love you.

DECEMBER 10, 09:30 AM

hi hi!! happy to say that i will be back soon! don't be surprised if i just randomly show up in your house one day, world famous idol na jaemin in your kitchen, making himself some coffee, you might have a heart attack, i hope i don't scare you again, not like that one time after hot sauce promotions ended.. your face was hilarious, i'm sorry for that one baby, i was really just trying to surprise you.. anyway, tour picks back up in february, so we have time to be idiots and go on stupid dates, get chased down by the staff.. okay maybe not that, the last time they almost caught us was funny though. alright um— just wanted to tell you i'll be back soon! i'll make sure to pass by a convenience store and get you ice cream, and yes i'll remember to get cookie dough this time, still not sure what you have against strawberry..alright that's it! i'll see you soon, i love you!!

#na jaemin #nct #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles #nct dream scenarios #nct dream x reader #jaemin imagines #jaemin drabbles #jaemin scenarios #jaemin x reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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cherie-writez · 1 month

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ミ★ {Can I get a Hug?}... ft: S. Gojo

⇢Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Gn!Reader ⇢Tags: Fluff & A little hint of angst ⇢Author's Note: I've recently gotten back into writing and wanted to take my hand at writing for tumblr, so this is my attempt at that lol. ⇢Word Count:1.1k ˜”*°•.˜”*°• ★ •°*”˜.•°*”˜

The night began like any other for you. After arriving home to your shared apartment, you started your usual post-work routine- cooking, cleaning and of course exchanging the occasional text with your boyfriend about whether he’d make it home on time. Unfortunately, tonight was one of those nights he would not. But you didn't mind, you knew how important Satoru’s job was. After all, his work was crucial—he was saving the world from curses. Though with that in mind, you carried on, sending a quick yet slightly sad text back saying ‘okay’ and that you loved him, before setting a plate for him to the side

Time seemed to drag after that brief exchange with your goofy sorcerer boyfriend, but you pushed through. With dinner eaten, the apartment spotless, and everything prepared for tomorrow, you found yourself in a rare moment of stillness. You glanced at the clock on the wall, noting the time before deciding to settle down on the couch with a book and wait up for him. But you hadn’t accounted for the unpredictable nature of his work. Just 30 minutes into your reading, you found yourself dozing off.

You had only intended to close your eyes for a few minutes, but when you opened them, you found yourself in complete darkness. Noticing the sudden change in lighting, you guessed Satoru was probably home by now. Slowly rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sat up on the couch with a yawn. Your vision now adjusted, you couldn’t help but jump back in slight terror—there he was, sitting on the floor, just staring at you with his cerulean, blue eyes.

“Satoru?...” you called out, but there was no response. You tried again, with the same result. “How long have you been sitting here, love?” you asked, your eyes scanning his disheveled form before glancing at the clock. Still, no response. You knew that sometimes the cases he dealt with were hard, but you’ve never seen him like this before. Growing concerned, you slowly got off the couch, moving carefully so as not to startle him, and began to approach him.

But before you could speak, he tilted his head and looked up at you. “Can I get a hug?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and sadness. He sat there, arms slightly extended, his eyes searching yours for a sign of acceptance and warmth. The atmosphere thickened with unspoken emotions, the simple request carrying a semi-unsettling weight on your heart. Unsure of the reason behind this sudden shift, you give in anyway, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he pulls you closer to his chest.

You decide not to speak at first, not wanting to disrupt the calming atmosphere, but the rapid beating of his heart and the sound of his uneven breaths weigh heavily on your mind. Gently, you begin to stroke the vibrant white locks atop his head, hoping to soothe him. Gradually, you begin to notice the change—his heart slows, and his breathing steadies. Sensing this is your moment, you approach carefully. “Toru…” you coo softly, pulling away slightly to take his face into your hands. He hums in response, eyes closed as if he's trying to avoid you. “...Do you want to talk about it?” you ask softly, your eyes tracing his features. Even in distress, he looks beautiful, you muse to yourself as you wait for his response. But as the silence stretches on, you take it as his answer. Not wanting to push him any further tonight, you start to get up, intending to help him through his nightly routine, before just getting in bed and cuddling. Though just as you reach your full height, Satoru quickly grabs your hand. “...The case today,” he mumbles. “Hm?” you ask, glancing down at him. “The case today,” he repeats, a bit louder this time. “What about it?” you ask curiously, slowly lowering yourself back down. “They really got to me today…” he swallows before continuing, “The curse... it got in my head.” “Got in your head how?” you ask softly, trying to mask the nervousness in your voice. “It used you to throw me off… but it felt so real,” Satoru adds almost blankly, his gaze fixed on your thighs. “Toru… talk to me,” you murmur gently, placing your hand on his cheek in a final attempt to remind him that you’re real & right in front of him. Your heart aching as you watch the usual confidence in your boyfriend’s eyes give way to something softer, almost fragile. "You were so mean..." he mumbles clear enough for you to hear, "kept saying it was all a joke, and how you could never love a fucked monster like me," he continued, his voice trembling. "Said you were going to leave... I-I don’t want you to leave, y/n." He adds, his voice breaking in the process, 'I’ll do better! I promise! I love you… please, just don’t leave… please." he pleads, leaving you to sit in stunned silence as tears well up in your eyes. 'Oh, Toru...' you whisper softly, before encasing yourself around him once more.

You hold him tightly, feeling the weight of his fears and the depth of his vulnerability. The room is quiet except for the sound of his uneven breathing, gradually calming as he buries his face into your shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere, Toru," you whisper, your voice steady despite the tears that threaten to spill over. "I love you, and nothing will change that." His grip on you tightens as if he's trying to anchor himself in your presence. Slowly, you feel the tension in his body begin to ease. You gently stroke his hair, offering him the comfort he so desperately needs.

"Let's get some rest," you suggest softly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, still filled with a lingering sadness but softened by your words. He nods, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Together, you help him up, guiding him through the familiar motions of your nightly routine. As you finally crawl into bed, he pulls you close, holding you as if he's afraid to let go. And there, in the quiet of the night, you both find solace in each other's arms, knowing that no matter what, you're in this together.

#jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #Satoru Gojo #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x yn

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multi-fxndom446 · 10 months

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You came? You called. Pt3

Scenario: Konig, Keegan Russ and Alex Keller

Final part!!! I was gonna wait till tomorrow but honestly I’m impatient.

Again if y’all want closure or a part 2 or a specific fic for one character pleaseeeee let me know (someone already requested Rudy, love that person with my whole heart)

And I just wanted to say again that I wrote these with the intention that you havent confessed yet or haven’t yet ended up together but take it however you will!:)

Part One Part Two

Konig

Warning: explosion, injury, enemies to…

Dude I google translated for this man and am still not 100% sure it’s right

He didn’t know how it got to this point. It started with a collection of small arguments between you and him.

You usually the one to start it when he did something that would piss you off. Since the beginning he had been underestimating you, keeping you from missions just because he had the authority to do so.

It was safe to say you hated him. After one too many times of him keeping you from doing your job all because he didn’t believe you could.

It’s why you stood here now trying to contain a self satisfying smirk when you were told you would be going on a mission to retrieve someone they had been searching for for a long time.

You were told it was a discreet mission so smaller numbers and you felt pretty happy up until the moment Konig stepped further into the room, his eyes as calculating as ever.

“The colonel will be joining you.” You didn’t even try to hide the frown adorning your face. “A few others will be on standby for extraction.”

Then you were dismissed and you left immediately to get ready and to avoid having another argument with your colonel. It was the last thing you needed right now.

You couldn’t stand him any other time but you were thankful that when it came to missions he entered a zone that completely shut everything else out.

The only thing that mattered to him was the mission.

Konig watched you enter the plane already in the mindset for war. He knew if you could do that then so could he even if the last thing he wanted was for you to be on this mission. Especially with so little soldiers joining but he didn’t have much say.

The mission was going good until it wasn’t. He didn’t know how it got to this point.

He shouted at you, told you to pull back the moment he had the man in custody but you ran into the safe house with the promise of more intel.

He hated you for this, for your need to prove yourself to him. He guessed it was his fault that it was this way. If only you knew you didn’t need to prove anything to him, he already trusted you with his life. He just didn’t know if you trusted him with yours.

“Y/n! Get out!” He shouted into the comms shoving the man he had grabbed into the arms of the soldiers that were there for extraction. “Scheisse!” He shouted when he turned back to the house.

He could hear gunshots on your side but you wouldn’t speak to him. “Scheiße!” He turned back to the men. “Give me your ammo.” He demanded, quickly grabbing it from their hands.

“Konig!” His heart froze completely when finally your voice came through followed by a bomb going off. “Colonel!!”

Any ammo that didn’t make it into his gun or pockets dropped to the ground as he immediately turned and started running towards the house.

You were overrun. You honestly thought you could sneak in and get what you needed but you didn’t anticipate this many men.

You almost felt bad that this probably would ruin the mission but all you could think about was the pain in your leg and the smoke in your lungs as the house started catching fire. Your plea for your colonel falling heavy on your tongue.

You honestly thought he’d leave you. He didn’t like you, he had the man in question so what a perfect opportunity to leave you for dead.

You almost succumbed to the thought of your death when you faintly heard more gunshots and the pounding of feet.

You were clutching your leg and coughing when you finally looked up to see the giant man that was your Colonel. “Konig.” You wheezed out “You came.”

He didn’t even blink just kneeled down next to you to get a good angle at which he could pick you up. His eyes softening in the slightest when you cried out. “You called.”

You could only stare at him in shocked silence as he carried you out of the burning building, past all the bodies of the soldiers he shot just to get to you.

Keegan P. Russ

Warning: none really it’s actually kinda cute. Second chances???👀

(I am very sorry if he is more OOC then the rest I haven’t played ghosts yet)

It was a moment of weakness on your part really and you wished instantly that you could take it back.

You had gone two months with no contact and you planned to keep it that way you really did. You wanted to keep it that way out of respect for him but all it took was a few drinks and a lonely night before you were calling his number.

Of course it went straight to voicemail because why would you expect anything less?

You contemplated hanging up as the voicemail message started playing through. The sober part of you told you to hang up, to block him before he saw the notification on his end but the drunk part of you just needed to say something.

You missed him desperately and though you weren’t proud to admit it you left him a voicemail. The words tumbled out of your mouth as soon as the beep sounded. “Keegan.” You sniffed. “I’m so sorry for anything I’ve ever done.”

You don’t remember much of anything else you said by the time you hung up. You vaguely recall telling him you missed him and wished he was there with you but your brain couldn’t even care by the time you made it to your bed and you all but collapsed on it sleep overtaking you immediately.

You weren’t lying you did miss him. He was a good man to you and you knew in the end it was a mutual agreement to end things between you. It didn’t mean it hurt any less, especially knowing the love was still there it was just his job that hardly allowed him to see you.

It was only for that reason that you tried to respect his wishes to keep distance. You knew he was most likely on a mission anyways and wouldn’t hear that message for awhile, so you slept soundly deciding to deal with your decision tomorrow.

Your decision to leave a voicemail came back to bite you in the ass only a few hours later when someone pounded on your door frantically.

You almost ignored it but the person was insistent. So you dragged yourself from your bed and to the door, holding your head that was nursing a new headache.

You opened it without much thought but froze the moment your eyes connected with those striking blue ones you hadn’t seen in months.

“Keegan..you-“ your hand fell to your side as you took him in. It was then your brain finally caught up and the things you said in the voicemail started coming back. “You came.”

“You called.” He stated it as he stared at you as well. He seemed out of breathe as if he ran to your apartment.

You stood in a staring match with each other just taking the other in as memories started to come back to you and your cheeks flared in embarrassment.

Sober you now remembered you apologizing to him profusely, telling him you missed him, telling him you hated him for leaving but loved him all at the same time. You remembered the way you told him you just wanted to see him more than anything.

“I-“ he tried to start but no words seemed appropriate for this situation. His eyes held everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. “I got worried when I heard your message. I thought something might’ve happened.”

It was then you noticed him in his gear still. “Did you come straight here from base?!”

“I came straight here from the mission we just finished.” He explained like it was simple. You whispered his name and he took a step closer. “You said you hated me did you mean it?”

You swallowed. “No.”

“You said you loved me too. Did you mean that?”

“Always.”

Alex Keller

Warning: hurt that’s lowkey it

(This is another Rudy situation idk why I did my man’s like this so I’m hoping someone wants a part two😭)

“I may have someone that can help.” Alex avoided Farah’s gaze as the sentence left his mouth. “If she answers..”

“Who is it?” She asked hesitantly. “Please tell me not an ex.”

“No! No just a really close friend. She just may be a little upset with me.” He uttered as he pulled out his phone to try and get in contact with you. “Maybe a little more than upset.”

He never was able to get ahold of you but he got ahold of Price who went to you and instantly you were loaded into the car with him and Gaz as they headed to where Alex was.

You hated how you would drop anything to help him. You always had.

When you got to the location price and Gaz were the first to get out of the vehicle followed by you when you knew it was safe to do so, also to avoid Alex seeing you for as long as possible.

Farah was the first to greet you as you exited the vehicle. Price and Gaz leaving to go meet up with Alex. “You must be Y/n. Alex spoke very highly of you.” You shook the hand she held out to you with a tight smile.

“I wish I could say I’ve heard a lot about you but Alex hasn’t really said anything to me the last few weeks.” Farah shifted on her feet awkwardly as you realized your words. “I’m sorry, I’m glad I can be of some help to you Farah.”

Farah nodded with a small smile before she looked back at where the captain and Alex were. “I’m not sure what happened between you both but I can assure you there’s nothing-“

“Nothing happened between us.” You cut her off before she could even finish her sentence. You already knew what she was wanting to say but you were telling the truth you were only upset with Alex for leaving you in the dark.

“Y/n!” the man himself called out to you when he finally realized you were only a little ways away talking with Farah.

Farah sent you one last nod. “I’ll leave you two.” Then practically sped walked away to get away from whatever may happen next.

“You came!”

He had a smile on his face one that you were sure couldn’t be dwindled by your less then enthusiastic response of, “you called.”

“I didn’t know if you would come. My calls wouldn’t go through.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly but your frown stayed firmly planted.

“Oh why would you think that? Because you dropped off the face of the earth without a word? Then you call me out of nowhere asking me to come help you and the women you’ve been on mission with this whole time? Someone I’ve heard next to nothing about?” He winced at your words. He knew you weren’t even mad about Farah but about how he’s done this on more than one occasion.

Dropping off the face of the earth only to turn up a few weeks later asking for your help. He knew it upset you because you had basically been partners in crime since joining the military together.

“Y/n-“

“I’ll be honest Alex. I only came because the Captain asked me and because I want to help Farah and her people. But you and I-“ you jabbed a finger in his direction. “Are not okay.”

Alex watched you walk away with a frown. Farah caught his eye from just behind you and she raised an eyebrow at him in a look that felt like she was scolding him before she too shook her head and turned away.

(Alex Part Two here: Pretty like the sun)

#call of duty x reader #konig x reader #konig cod x reader #keegan russ x reader #keegan p russ x reader #alex keller x reader

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notroosterbradshaw · 1 year

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slow dancing in a burning room - prologue

about: it was so easy to fall in all-consuming love with Bradley Bradshaw... but it was another thing to stay in it.

word count: >1k (we’re just easing it in, friends)

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, angst (I cannot stress this enough, this isn’t the usually fluffy goodness of this universe), smut, fluff.

masterlist.

six weeks earlier.

“Well, I guess I’m gonna take off,” Bradley raised himself to his feet and flexed to stretch his aching back. It had been such a long night, he couldn’t believe it ended like this. You didn’t stand… you didn’t have the strength in your legs and were trapped by the boxes that were supposed to be moving into Bradley’s tomorrow.

Today. Goddammit.

It was nearly 3am. The removals company was due at 9am. How the fuck were you going to cancel them now? You couldn’t wait to greet sweaty, stinky removalists and tell them you weren’t going anywhere. And duly pay them for the service. “I’m sorry, Bradley,” you told him again and he swore to himself if you told him again how sorry you were, he was going to detonate.

He muttered your name, his voice raspy with exhaustion. “Please stop saying that… It honestly means shit to me right now,” he went over to the bench and collected his keys and phone, pocketing them, ignoring the notifications. “Can you just put my stuff in a box, I’ll grab it when you’re at work or something?” he suggested, chewing the inside of his lip to blood, cutting it open – he reckoned he’d chewed the inside of his cheek to blisters hours ago.

“Sure,” you said quietly.

“All right,” he sighed, rubbing his tired, stinging eyes. “Just know... I never wanted to disappoint you, love.”

“I know. I didn’t want to disappoint you either,” you said softly. But you’d been pushed to a limit you couldn’t cope with. And you’d been explicit on it since the beginning. It was your dealbreaker. Moving to your feet and dancing around boxes to him, you stood close enough to clutch his shirt in your fists.

“Are you really sure this is what you want?” he asked sadly, holding your hips rough, in a desperate last-ditch effort to get you to change your mind. He couldn’t let you escape his grasp this time. He needed you to look into his eyes and tell him explicitly. Spell it out. “How can I make you change your mind? Please, I’ll give you space and anything else you need… just don’t end this,” he pleaded desperately. “You can’t just end this, this – we’re are too good.”

“I didn’t end it, Bradley,” you told him stoically.

His eyes searched yours, but he knew his heart of hearts that he didn’t either. “Can we just try and start again or something?” He was embarrassed at the straw he was clutching at to try and keep you, but he knew he’d lost. You’d checked out.

“It won’t change anything,” you said, reaching to grasp his bearded cheek, and a lone tear slipped from you again and you’d cried so much tonight. And he swore he was doing everything in his power not to break down, get on his knees and plead you didn’t ruin the best thing that ever happened to him. But he had to keep some pride. He’d lost so much in his life. His father, his mother, his only other family in Maverick. He almost lost his life. But you, his sweet girl, his love. You were his everything and now he was losing that too.

His thumb swept the tear away but couldn’t stop the flood that followed, and he held you as you wept into his shirt. He cooed soft nothings into your hair, telling you he loved you, that he wouldn’t know what to do without you until you slipped out of his arms and stood before him, your loneliness overwhelmed him. All the strength from earlier had dissipated and standing was about the only action you could see through while you told him that his job was too much of a risk for you and that simply couldn’t be together anymore. You thought you’d lost him and while you knew he was good at what he did, learning about his crash had changed everything and he had been willing to risk that.

“Well, I guess that’s that,” he sighed, letting you go. He pressed a kiss into your forehead and silently moved towards the door, aching for you. Heading towards the hallway, he didn’t mutter a goodbye as he left your apartment for good but his heart screamed for you to mutter his name, just one last grasp of hope.

When it didn’t come, he closed the door quietly after him.

You collapsed on the couch, just... done. Your eyes were like sandpaper and your skin was stinging, the tears that had freely flowed irritating your cheeks and down your throat and chest. You wouldn’t be able to look in the mirror tomorrow… you probably wouldn’t recognise whom you saw anyway.

How had something so good fallen apart so terribly?

Pulling a cushion to your chest, you couldn’t fathom answering any of the questions that swarmed your brain, the pounding was so loud that no painkillers could help you. You tossed the lone cushion across the room and pushed past taped-up boxes of your belongings to get a glass of water. Your whole body was dehydrated.

“Fuck,” you drawled, kitchen items (including glasses) packed by Bradley and you had no idea where he had put them. Sighing, you figured no time like the present to unpack your life again even as the adrenaline of the last 12 hours waned through you… sleep would not easily come any time soon and with tears in your eyes, you started to undo it all again.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

one.

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authorhjk1 · 1 year

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Date

Lee Ahin X Dj Soda X Male Reader

Yes. Until tomorrow. Alright. Have a nice day."

You hang up and look at your desk. It's overflowing with paperwork. A contract here, a document there. Although you worked, while you were away, your office didn't seem to stay quiet.

You begin with the first documents on a huge stack of paper, which your secretary brought in earlier. After the first couple of pages, you hear a knock on your door, before you hear it being opened.

"I'm busy, Mi-ra."

Your secretary doesn't answer.

"Did you at least bring the documents for the Korean Air contract?"

You are too focused on your paperwork. Only after a couple of minutes, you realize, she still hasn't answered yet.

When you look up, it's not Mi-ra, who entered your office.

"Ahin."

You greet her, before finishing the last two sentences you were writing. Once you put your pen down, you can't help but let your eyes roam her body for a second, before focusing on her face.

Her tight black dress hugs her body. It exposes her creamy thighs and her shoulders. Her chest looks a little bigger than usual. Ahin's blonde hair flows down her left shoulder, almost covering one of her earrings. Although her face is usually on the cuter side, her red lipstick makes her seem more mature and seductive.

Ahin told you, that she wanted to have a serious conversation, but you already know where this is going to go.

"I thought we were gonna meet tonight. I'm a little busy."

The blonde shakes her head, while crossing her arms.

"I want to talk about this, now."

She is usually not that straight forward, but you see how she is slightly tapping her heel on the floor.

"What do you want to talk about?"

You stand up from the chair and lean against the side of your heavy, wooden desk.

"I-I want to talk about our relationship."

"Our relationship?"

"Yes."

Ahin keeps talking.

"I know, you must think I'm a slut or something, because I slept with you on the first date."

The words begin to spill out of her and her cheeks redden.

"But I'm not. I only sleep with a man, whom I really like."

She looks away, before glancing at you, just to look away again.

You are surprised, to say the least. Ahin has never been this shy. She always struck you as a confident woman. But here she is, telling you her feelings like a little high school girl.

Her hands play with the dark hem of her dress. Her eyes wander through your office, occasionally meeting yours. The confident Ahin you just saw is completely gone.

"But we never-"

"Only once."

You stand up straight.

"We met before?"

She nods slightly.

"In Paris."

You try to search in your memories. When was the last time you went to Paris? It must have been a couple of months ago. Before you bought the company and moved to Korea.

You begin to remember. You were learning Korean at that time. When you visited a Korean restaurant, you practiced your pronunciation, but the waitress was only able to understand half of what you said.

"The restaurant."

Ahin nods, a relived smile on her face.

"I'm the girl, who told you how to order."

"You are the tteokbokki girl."

The blonde chuckles at her ridiculous nickname.

"That's me I guess."

"But we never met after that."

"We didn't. But I got an offer from your company later."

You remember that. Because you weren't familiar with any Korean celebrities, you left the modelling to someone else.

"And you recognized me?"

"Yes. I found out who you are and I got interested."

"Interested?"

You feel Ahin slowly loosing her nervousness, the more she talks. She probably waited for this moment, since you left and she seems to have expected the worst.

"I checked out some of your videos and stuff."

She probably means interviews you had. Or the videos, with which you started your first business?

"And that made you like me?"

Ahin blushes once again.

"A little, yes. That's why I took the job. And that's why I went out with you."

You realize, that you still haven't given her an answer. But, when you look back on the time you spend with her during the last weeks, there is only one right answer.

"I'm honestly really enjoying your company."

Your words make her smile. A glimpse of hope sparkling in her beautiful eyes.

"If you have time tonight, I would like to enjoy it a little more."

"Is that a date?"

Her whispered question makes you laugh.

"It is."

Ahin's bright smile lights up your office. She steps closer and wraps her arms around you.

"I was so scared over the last week. I thought you wouldn't come back. Or you wouldn't like me."

Hugging her back, you pat her head lightly.

"Just call me when you are scared."

Ahin looks up at you. You reach forward and slowly push her hair out of her face.

"I will."

On instinct, you lean down, kissing her forehead.

The blonde stays in your arms a couple of moments longer, before she finally takes a step back.

"I have something else to tell you."

You raise your eyebrow, telling her to keep talking. Now, Ahin looks a little nervous again.

"While you were gone, I- I kept touching myself. Thinking about you."

She looks to the ground. Her cheeks red once more.

"But it wasn't as good as when you..."

She trails off, before looking at you again.

"I'm happy that we are dating now. But that's not enough for me. I need more."

Her hand slowly reaches out, playing with the sleeve of your shirt.

Ahin told you, that she only sleeps with a man, whom she really likes. She seemed genuine and you wonder how much she likes you, if she admits something like this.

"I-I can't wait any longer, since you're back now."

Ahin always gets shy, when she asks for sex. Usually, you were the one, who initiated it.

"I'm desperate."

The needy look on her face is evidence enough, that she has been missing you. If it's physically or mentally is not of importance right now. You feel yourself starting to care about only one thing. The thing that's now exclusively yours. Her body.

You place your finger underneath her chin, making Ahin look up at you. Your thumb grazes over her full red lips. Taking a step forward, your nose is almost touching hers.

"Is this the actual reason, why you are here?"

Ahin can't answer, when your lips meet hers. Your left hand is slowly traveling down her body. Over her back, towards her butt. Squeezing it, you make Ahin moan into your mouth, which enables you to enter her mouth with your tongue.

By now, you have begun to understand the young blonde's body really well. You know what she likes and what she pretends not to like. Your hand on her chin moves to stroke her cheek.

Breaking the kiss, you let your thumb graze over her lips once more. Ahin's breath is a little shaky.

"You said you are desperate."

She nods as she takes your thumb into her mouth.

"Prove it."

Ahin closes her eyes as she starts to suck on your finger. She pretends it's your cock, while she lets her tongue explore every inch of it. Your other hand moves along her waist, reaching her side.

Searching for the hem of her dress, you slowly hike it up as you watch Ahin suck on your thumb.

Once you have had enough, you let your right hand fall down. You can't see the colour of her panties, since Ahin is now standing on her tiptoes, while she is kissing you again, but you can feel them blocking your way towards her core.

Pulling them aside slightly, you feel Ahin tremble in anticipation.

"I didn't expect you to be such a naughty girl."

You mumble into the kiss as you let your finger slowly glide over her snatch.

"I am. For you."

Ahin whimpers into your mouth, when you finally part her lower lips with one finger.

What she told you was true. She did touch herself, while you were away. But her orgasms were sorry cries of the pleasure she usually got from being with you. To Ahin, her fingers didn't compare to your fingers, or your cock.

The desperate rubbing of her thighs against each other, is proof for how much she missed you. Her breath hitches, whenever your thumb meets her clit.

The young blonde has already given up on kissing you as she is slowly falling apart in front of you. The last time you have been with her, you found Ahin's soft spot. And now you use it to make her eyes fall shut, her lips tremble and her breath hitch.

Curling your finger inside of her, makes Ahin sigh in pleasure. Your other hand holds onto her waist and turns her a little, before leaning her against the edge of the table.

Her head falls back. Locks of pure gold glisten in the midday sun. Taking the advantage of her new posture, you decide to mark her.

Ahin told you before, that you should only leave marks, where no one can see them, but you decide that you know better. Her neck is your target and you feel Ahin humm in acknowledgement.

The feelings for her, which slowly grew stronger over the time you were away, are now taking over. That picture she send you is still carved into your mind.

Feeling Ahin tremble against you, you know what you need next.

Leaving her tight snatch, earns you a small whine from her, before she watches you lick your finger. Ahin tastes as amazing as always.

Holding her by her waist with both hands, you sit down on your chair, pulling Ahin with you. She lands on your lap, her smile showing, that she knows what you want.

She can feel your hardness underneath your pants. You have been like this, since she came in earlier. Now, Ahin holds your face with one of her hands, while giving you a deep kiss. The other moves downwards, slowly working on your belt.

Resuming your work on her neck, you hear Ahin sigh.

"People are gonna talk."

She sounds a little worried, but the lust in her voice is more than noticeable.

"Let them. You are mine now."

The blonde seems to like your words as she works on your pants even faster. Slightly raising your hips, Ahin gets them off and you are satisfied with the large dark spot on her otherwise flawless vanilla skin.

The woman on top of you lets some of her spit fall onto her opened hand, before she reaches down. As she meets your cock, the two of you hold eye contact. Her dark orbs sparkle, a slim smile plays around the corners of her mouth.

"You got no time to suck me off?"

You ask her teasingly.

"Tonight. I need to feel you now."

As Ahin coats your cock with her spit, you take her waist into one of your hands, while the other reaches upwards. You cup her breasts over the black fabric of her dress.

Although you want nothing more, than to bend Ahin over your desk and make her scream, you know that she is craving something else right now. Something more intimate.

Raising her hips with your hand, you make her hover over your cock. You watch how your tip slowly parts her lips as Ahin sinks herself onto you.

Her head falls onto your shoulder, even though you are only halfway inside.

"I forgot how big you are."

She whispers into your ear as you wait for her to adjust to the old feeling of being filled by you.

Ahin starts off slow. She brings her body up and down, almost making you want to take control. But she seems to like it very much. Her half open eyes are looking over your shoulder, out of the window. Her words are reduced to sighs and moans as she moves on top of you sensually.

You are surprised at how much you actually begin to like it. It feels more intimate than just raw fucking.

"I can't stop. This feels so good."

Ahin's head is nestled into your neck. You feel her warm breath on your skin. Your hand has moved up to lazily stroke her hair.

Going slowly like this has many positive side effects. One of which is Ahin's tightness. It feels like her pussy grips onto you stronger. Her walls glide along your shaft, squeezing tightly. You feel everything inside of her and you relish in the feeling, that you are now truly home inside of her body.

Ahin's small whines and slow movements are suddenly interrupted by a knock on your door. The blonde freezes in place. Although she is head over heels for you and really enjoying herself right now, she is still a former member of a girl group. If she is caught like this...

"Not now, Mi-ra!"

You don't know how your secretary would react to this sight. Her boss sitting on his chair, while a gorgeous young woman is sitting in his lap, her dress hiked up to her waist.

"I have the documents for the airline with me!"

"Leave them on your desk!"

You are glad that Mi-ra knows, why you are telling her to not come in. Let's just say, you almost got caught before.

The sound of your secretary's heels slowly fading, seems to have flipped a switch inside Ahin's mind.

Her head is still buried into your neck.

"Please fuck me now. I need it."

Her plea makes you a little more excited. You were enjoying it so far, but you knew, that you wouldn't be able to cum very soon.

"Let's ruin your office, boss."

Her teasing tone makes you see red.

You almost jump off the chair, making Ahin yelp in surprise. She slightly giggles, when you start walking. She is lighter than she seems and you can easily carry her around. The blonde slings her legs around your torso as you carry her through your office.

Once you finally reach the big glassy conference table, you place Ahin down on it. She feels the cold surface on her ass, before she lies down completely.

You stayed inside of her and you are not going to pull out soon.

"I would rather ruin you."

Ahin's eyes grow dark with lust and you start to fuck her hard. All the teasing and the sensual riding earlier left unsatisfied needs within you. Finally releasing them, you take it out on Ahin.

She arches her back off the table as you pound into her. There is no build up needed anymore. You just hold her by her waist, fucking her on the table in your office.

She moans with every thrust. It makes you slowly reach forward. Ahin's eyes tell you to choke her harder, when you fingers find her throat. You make sure that you are not hurting her as you make her cough slightly.

"You like this? You like being used like a plaything?"

Ahin is barely able to nod, you grip on her throat is too strong. You cut off her moans and now she has become a shaking, wordless mess. Her hair is sprawled out all over the glassy surface. Both of her hands are trying to hold on to either side of the big table, but she can barely reach them. Her body rocks back and forth, making her butt and head glide over the smooth surface.

Earlier, Ahin was enjoying being close to you. She wanted to feel you, savour the moment. Glad that the two of you are now dating.

But eventually, she knew she couldn't hold back. Ahin is usually a normal young woman. But when it comes to you, she would do anything. She can't believe that she is letting you have so much control over her body. But she can't deny how much she is loving it.

The way your left hand presses down onto her tummy, feeling her slightly defined abs, pressing her back into the cold glass. Your other hand, closing around her throat, not too tight, but just enough for her to have a little trouble to catch her breath. Your eyes, which are wandering over her half naked body, before they meet hers. And Ahin's most favorite thing. Your cock hitting her soft spot over and over again.

"So-so good."

Her voice sounds raspy and broken, so you decide to finally let go of her throat. The blonde breaths heavily as she feels herself getting closer.

"Just like that. Make me yours."

You feel another wave of feelings hit your body. Ahin has never looked more beautiful. You can't describe it, but you can feel it in your stomach. After the two weeks apart and after her confession, you feel more connected to her. And not just because you are fucking her senseless in your office. But because you care.

"Right there! Yes!"

Ahin's eyes are closed. Her mouth wide open. She throws her head from side to side. Her nails scratch over the glassy surface.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it."

You lean a little forward, grabbing a fistful of her blonde locks. You force her head off the table. Her eyes shoot open as you make her look at you.

"Cum for me, Ahin. Cum for me. Now."

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, when she can't hold back any longer. You hold her by her hair and waist as Ahin cums on the conference table.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!"

She trembles like a leaf as you keep pounding her through her orgasm.

Ahin is usually not a squirter, but now you see some of her juices glisten on the glass. You keep going, not wanting to stop.

As Ahin's orgasm slowly dies down, yours starts to approach. You knew that this was coming sooner or later and you regret that you can't keep it off longer.

"Ahin..."

You groan as you feel the familiar feeling in your center. There is no need to say anything else, but her name. Ahin knows what it is. She can feel you starting to twitch inside of her. She can feel the pull on her hair getting stronger. You are almost sure that you are leaving marks on her hips, with how hard you are holding onto them.

But Ahin's eyes show, that she is loving it. She loves that you want to show that she is with you. Her messy hair in your hand. The large dark spot you left on her vanilla skin, right on her neck. She feels like she is wanted, when you do this to her. In this moment, Ahin doesn't care about the consequences. So what, when someone sees a hickie on her skin? She is allowed to have fun, right?

"I need your cum. I don't care where. Just give it to me."

Her begging sends you over the edge. It only takes you a split second to decide, where you want to cum. You have cum a lot in and on Ahin. Leaving her tight snatch, you feel yourself cumming. Your semen leaves your cock as you start to paint her body white. It hits her pussy, her lower stomach, her right thigh and her dress. The white streaks of your cum glisten on Ahin's body. Her black dress is stained as well. There is no way she can leave, without anyone knowing what you two did.

You try to catch your breath as you slowly let go of Ahin's hair. She rests her head on the table as she recovers as well.

"That was..."

Ahin looks at you. Her eyes still a little glassy.

"Wow."

You smile at her as you see her like this. She is on full display on top of the conference table. Her messy hair is everywhere. Your cum is still staining her body and her dress, before she slowly starts to scoop it up with her finger.

"I haven't tasted this in too long."

She licks her finger clean, moaning in delight.

You have to look away, knowing that she could convince you to go for a second round. But you still have work to do. As much as you would love to spend the rest of the day with Ahin, you know there is still stuff to do.

While the blonde slowly gets off the table, you walk towards the small closet in the corner of your office. You mainly use it for your own suits. It has happened a couple of times, that you were too busy to go home or sleep, so you stayed here. And that's why you have a couple of spare suits. And something else. In case something like this happens.

You take out a summer dress, which is hanging in the small closet. It's white with small roses on it.

"What is that?"

You have to admit that you are feeling a little guilty to show her this, but you can't let Ahin walk around with cum on her dress.

"This is for.."

You try to find the right word.

"Emergencies."

"So I'm not the only one you fucked in your office?"

Ahin looks at you in disappointment.

"N-No."

She stares at you, until you finally keep talking.

"But you are the only woman apart from the housekeeper, who knows what my house looks like from the inside."

You hope that this will make it a little less awkward.

"And I hope it stays that way."

You nod as you hand her the dress.

"From now on, you will be the only person I will be sleeping with."

Although the decision is a tough one, you know it's right. Ahin is a wonderful woman and you can't disrespect her by sleeping around.

To your surprise, she shakes her head.

"Honestly? I don't care if you have sex with other women."

You raise your eyebrow in suspicion. This seems like a trap.

"I mean, we would have to have rules for it, but I don't have a problem."

"You are joking."

Ahin shakes her head.

"I'm not. When I saw you and Karina coming out of the dressing room, I was angry. Yes. But not because you had sex with her. I thought the two of us had something special."

You realize that that's true. Up until now, all the women you have been with after Ahin, were excellent, no doubt, but they weren't Ahin. With her, you could talk afterwards for a while, before going to sleep. Or you could make breakfast with her, joking about this and that. She has become more than just a sex buddy.

"I think we do. That's why I won't sleep with anyone but you."

The blonde shakes her head, before she pulls her black dress over head. You can't help but stare at her bra for a moment, before your voice catches your attention.

"I honestly have to say that I found it hot. After you were gone, I imagined how you and Karina did it. How she made you cum. How you made her cum. I even asked her about it."

"You did?"

Ahin nods.

"I'm sorry, but this feels too much like a trap."

You say that as she is about to put the new dress on. She stops halfway and laughs heartily.

"Don't worry. I'm being serious. I heard what you did with Yuna and Ryujin."

You watch her in stunned silence as she resumes to put the summer dress on.

"How?"

"News travel fast among idols. Plus, I'm good friends with Lia. She is one of their members."

"I see."

You are still hesitant. What would you do, if the woman you are about to date, tells you to sleep with other women? And that she thinks it's hot?

"But like I said, I have a couple of boundaries."

"You want to sleep with other men as well?"

Ahin shakes her head.

"Like I said, I only sleep with the man, whom I like. Singular."

You nod in understanding. It seems like Ahin is actually serious.

"First, you don't invite any of the girls to your house."

You guess that's reasonable.

"Two, you have to tell me afterwards. I want to know, with whom you are sleeping with."

She is now sitting in your chair, while you are leaning against the desk. "Anything else?"

"Don't get any of them pregnant."

"The only girl I'm gonna get pregnant is my wife."

"Not me?"

She chuckles at your wordless expression.

"Anyways. Those are the things that I care about. Except for that you can do whatever you want."

When Ahin gets up, she thinks of one more thing.

"Ah. The most important one. You can only have feelings for me. When you feel that you like someone else, you have to tell me. And no presents like jewelry or anything."

"I don't buy you jewelry either."

Ahin pouts at you.

"It's not too late to start."

"You have more than enough money I think. Last time I checked, I'm paying you a lot to model for my company."

Ahin twirls around in her dress.

"Rightfully so. I bet you are barely able to keep up with making new clothes."

You chuckle at her playful confidence.

The date you and Ahin went on didn't go according to plan at all. The restaurant you wanted to take her to, was closed due to some health violation. Then, while you were driving around the city to find something better, you got a business call. It took about twenty minutes, while you were standing in a parking lot. You knew that Ahin wasn't enjoying herself, but she didn't complain.

It was hard to concentrate though, because you kept glancing at Ahin. Earlier today, you were unable to appreciate her creamy thighs, but now she is showing them off. Her knee high, white boots highlight them even more.

And when you have to ask the man on the phone, to repeat what he said, you see a smile appear on Ahin's cute, red lips. Her blonde hair is now flowing down her shoulders in small waves. A pair of golden sunglasses are decorating the top of her head. She is wearing a dress again, but this one is even shorter than the black one. You knew that you would take her home tonight, no matter what. But her dress mad it even more exciting. The red and white clothing only barely covers her thighs. She has to wear small, white shorts underneath it, so that no one can catch a glimpse of her panties.

Once you finally end the call, you apologize.

"It's fine. As long as we are spending time together."

Ahin places the sunglasses on her nose as she looks outside.

"I feel like a real celebrity right now."

You chuckle, before opening your phone.

"You wanna eat in here?"

"Isn't the car expensive?"

You shrug your shoulders, before you open one of the apps to order.

Now it's Ahin's turn to get a phone call.

"Oh. Hi Sohee unnie."

You glance at her. That's not the Sohee you know. Right?

"I'm out right now."

You only hear Ahin's end of the call.

"Maybe tomorrow."

She whispers into the phone.

"I'm on a date."

You don't hear the response, but you see Ahin blush.

"Stop it, unnie."

You get distracted by the headlights in your side mirror. Getting out of the car, you walk towards the delivery guy with your food. It's better if he doesn't see Ahin. After getting back in the car, Ahin seems to have finished the call.

"This is yours, I believe."

You open the lid and give her a pair of chopsticks as well.

"Tteokbokki girl."

"Yah. I have a name, you know."

Opening the box of fried chicken, you eat one, before turning towards her.

"You don't like it?"

"Well.."

Ahin eats a rice cake, while looking outside.

"You do?"

She doesn't respond, but you see her smile in the reflection of the window.

"Can you turn right here?"

You do what she asks.

"Is this a shortcut?"

"No. My friend lives here."

You keep your eyes focused on the road.

"I thought we would spend the night together?"

It takes effort not to sound disappointed. You looked forward to the date and it's aftermath, while you were working today.

"We will. Just not in your house."

"You want me to sleep at your friends place?"

"The two of us planned to hang out together this week, but her schedule changed. She is gonna leave on Sunday."

"That's in two days. Can't you meet tomorrow?"

Ahin shakes her head.

"Trust me. You want to sleep at her place."

You wonder if that's true.

Your doubts are erased, as soon as Ahin's friend opens the door for the both of you. She didn't say anything about what you were gonna do here, but the way her friend looks at you and the way she is dressed makes it pretty obvious.

Her black shorts don't even attempt to hide anything. You can see the small outlines of her cameltoe. When she hugs Ahin, you see that the shape of her ass is more than just visible. Her yellow lacy top is very low cut. Because you are taller than most of the people in Korea, you can actually see everything. Her heels, which are matching the top, are even higher than Ahin's. It feels like not even 50% of her body is clothed. Her hair is blonde as well, but it's cut short. It makes her look more sexy, while Ahin has cuter vibes.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sohee."

"Nice to meet you."

"The two of us have a song together. It's called 'OK'."

Ahin explains their connection.

"Maybe you know me from my stage name. DJ Soda."

You have never seen her before, but you can't wait to get to know her better.

"You must be (y/n). Ahin told me a lot about you."

You are pretty sure, you know what Ahin told her. And Sohee doesn't even try to hide it, she lazily plays with one of the straps on her top, while scanning your figure.

"And the two of you are dating now?"

Ahin nods.

"We are. But would you mind letting us inside, before you undress him with your eyes?"

The two of them seem close and Sohee just steps aside. She closes the door, once all of you are inside of her apartment.

As you watch her friend getting a glass of water for Ahin, you wonder, if this is a trap. She told you explicitly that she is okay with you sleeping around. But it just sounds too good to be true.

"I will be back in a sec."

Ahin walks off, to what seems to be the bathroom. While she gets past you, she gives you a wink, before letting her hand graze against your crotch.

"Please sit down. Make yourself comfortable."

You follow Sohee's invitation and take your place on the sofa.

"Tell me."

She whispers, after sitting down on the coffee table in front of you.

"How good is Ahin in bed?"

"I think you should ask her yourself."

You hope she is coming back soon, Ahin seems like a wonderful woman and you don't want to mess this up. It is still not clear to you, if this is a trap or not.

"Ahin told me everything already. She said you can fuck her all night."

"Well... That's maybe a little exaggerated."

"Is it? Why don't we try?"

Her hand sneaks towards your knee and you feel her nails dance over your thigh.

In that moment Ahin finally comes back. You almost expect her to tell Sohee to leave you alone. Instead, she starts to laugh.

"I told you unnie. There is now way you could suck him off, while I'm gone."

"What?"

You look at the two of them.

"We made a bet. Unnie said she could seduce you immediately, I said, you would at least wait for me to come back."

"Fine you won. So what?"

Sohee rolls her eyes.

"Why don't you let her do what she wants?"

Ahin sits down next to you. Her hand on your shoulder.

"Fuck her."

You stare at her eyes for a moment. You only see lust in them. Similar to when you made her cum in your office earlier. There is no way you can resist now.

Sohee seems to have seen it as well. Her hand moves towards you to undo your belt.

While she gets your pants off, you look at her. You don't know what it is, but she makes you want to use her. To just use her like an object. The way she is dressed, the way she behaves, the way she talks. She is almost begging for it.

Ahin whispers into your ear.

"She likes it rough."

You were already hard, since the moment Sohee opened her door. Without hesitation, you grab the back of her head and force her onto your cock.

She lets out a surprised cough, but stays in place. Her throat feels a little tighter than Ahin's does. You push her further down your length. When you hit the back of her throat, you realize, that she can't take more. Literally. She can't fit all of you inside. The space from her lips to your base is almost two fingers wide. You try to force her further, but she starts to cough up spit.

You let her go, watching your already in saliva covered cock fall out of her mouth.

"Oh shit, that's deep."

You only give her a second to breathe, before you grab her head once more. Sohee closes her eyes as you force her down.

"Oh. That looks good."

Ahin leans forward to get a better look.

"You should fuck her face, honey."

She keeps calling you all these nicknames, when you are fucking her.

But now it's Sohee's turn. While your cock is still rammed down her throat, you slowly stand up, making her move as well. You see her trying to breath through her nose.

"You wanted to know how I fuck Ahin? Let me show you."

Her eyes light up as you hold her head in place with both hands. You retreat a little, enabling her to breath for just a moment. A second later, your cock is down her throat once more. Sohee chokes again. Strings of spit connect her lips with your cock, when you leave her mouth.

It starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth as you begin to fuck her face.

"Yes. Make her gag."

Ahin is now the one sitting on the table, while you have forced Sohee onto her knees in front of you. The younger blonde cups her breasts over her red dress.

Looking down, you see that rivers of saliva start to reach Sohee's wide open cleavage. You increase your pace, not satisfied with how good she still looks. Something deep down tells you to ruin her face. You can't fight it and so you do your best.

Sohee's gagging becomes louder as you hit the back of her throat over and over again. It feels like you are fucking her face faster than your heart is pounding.

Ahin's left arm is behind her, supporting her weight as she leans back. She lazily lets her hand glide over her dress. It enables you to see the large wet spot on her safety shorts.

"Give it to her. Give her your cock."

Ahin wasn't lying, when she said that she gets off on this.

Encouraged by her lewd words, you focus back on Sohee. She looks like she is just letting everything hit her. Her eyes are closed, she doesn't struggle. She chokes from time to time. But apart from that, it feels like you are fucking a flashlight.

By now her tits are completely wet. A small puddle of spit has already formed in front of her thighs.

"Let me help you."

Ahin has watched enough and is now kneeling behind Sohee. She holds the older blonde's face in place now. You grab her short hair. The two of you are using the older girl like a toy. Only for your pleasure.

When you lean forward a little, you can see the black shorts, which are hugging her ass tight.

"You wanna fuck her?"

Ahin seems to have seen, what you were looking at. You nod, unable to form words. Sohee's throat is making you go crazy.

"Get on the couch, slut."

Ahin lets go of Sohee's head and you loosen your grip on her hair. The blonde is finally able to catch her breath. It feels like your cock is twice as heavy as usual, due to all the spit.

When Sohee is still recovering for a couple of moments, you run out of patients. It's her fault, when she wears these clothes. You pull her to her feet and spin her around, while stepping behind her. Pushing against her back, makes Sohee fall towards the sofa. Her upper body is hanging over the backrest, while her ass is in a perfect position.

To your surprise, Ahin is faster than you. She gives her friend's ass a loud spank.

"You are gonna love it, honey."

Squeezing her ass, you make Sohee moan.

"Oh fuck. Give it to me."

She still sounds weak. But you don't care. This fire in you is still burning. You don't know what it is. Maybe it's her outfit, or her style, or that Ahin is watching.

Either way, you begin to peel the black fabric off her ass. You do it slowly, revealing more and more of her porcelain like flesh.

Once her pants are sliding down her thighs, you give her a good spank.

"Oh god!"

Ahin follows suit, giving her another one. The two of you work together, turning Sohee's cheeks into a bright red.

Usually, Ahin isn't this dominant, but she is enjoying herself more than she expected. Her eyes glisten with lust, when she watches you finally lining up your cock with Sohee's soaked cunt.

The face fucking and the spanking must have turned her on more than you thought.

"Make her cum on your cock, like you do with me. Show her what a whore she is for her friend's daddy."

Spreading the Dj's ass cheeks apart, you take a good look at her pussy, before you slowly slide inside.

"Holy shit! More!"

You keep pressing forward, until you finally bottom out inside of her.

"Holy fuck!"

Ahin grins widely at her friend's comment.

"Fuck her good."

You do as she says. Cutting the build up short, you start pounding into Sohee after only a couple of slow thrusts. You feel her shift around a little, trying to find a spot, where she can take it the best.

"Fuck yes! Tear my pussy open with that cock!"

While fucking her harder, you squeeze her ass with your left hand. It makes her moan louder as you reach forward to grab the back of her neck.

"Fucking use me! Use me like a toy!"

You don't have anything else in mind as you pound Ahin's friend into her own sofa. The hand on her neck makes her look up straight, enabling you to watch her expressions in the mirror in front of her. Sohee's eyes are shut. Her lips are pressed together, when she isn't moaning. The knuckles of her hands turn white as she holds onto the backrest for dear life.

You could have fucked her like this for hours. If it wasn't for Ahin. At first the sound of your hips, meeting Sohee's ass and her lewd moans, were the only sounds in the room. But soon, you start to hear desperate whines on your right.

Turning your head to the source, you see Ahin lying on the sofa, her head resting on the armrest. Her safety shorts are discarded onto the floor. The lack of underwear and with that her ulterior motive are more than obvious. She draws circles on her own clit, watching you fuck the life out of her friend. Her half open eyes show how much she is enjoying it.

You only get distracted for a moment, before Sohee makes you focus on her again.

"Harder! Harder! Make me cum!"

As you keep pounding into her tight snatch, your hand leaves her neck to travel towards her chest. Slipping underneath her skimpy top, you start to play with her breasts. They are bigger than Ahin's, but you feel they are missing something in comparison to the woman next to you.

"Fuck yes! Almost there!"

Sohee's moans become louder and louder. Her pussy becomes wetter. Her eyes are still shut. And then she cums. She is suddenly silent. Not a sound escapes her mouth. You watch her wide open mouth in the mirror as her pussy contracts around you. It tries to make you cum as well. But there is still someone, you have to take care of.

Ahin is now knuckle deep inside her own pussy as she watches her friend orgasm around your cock.

Except for the muscles in her pussy, Sohee seems to be lifeless. Until she starts moaning again. As if someone paused a video.

"Holy-Holy fuck!"

"Do me now, daddy. Do me, please."

You slowly leave Sohee's wet cavern, making her moan one last time. Reaching to your left, you position Ahin right next to her friend. Bend over the backrest. Her hass up. Her head hanging off. Her golden hair barely touching the floor.

"Yes, daddy. Fuck me, please."

There is no need for a build up with Ahin as well. She has played long enough with herself already.

When you enter her, it feels like her pussy is already used to being filled by your cock. Her tight walls wrap themselves around your length immediately, holding you tight.

You resume your pounding, but this time you are fucking a different pussy. You can't help but compare. Ahin's is tighter, while Sohee is a little bit more wet.

Speaking of. The older girl is still hanging off the backrest as if she is asleep.

"Oh, daddy! Your pounding my pussy so good!"

You reach forward again, but this time, you aim for the girl's hair. Pulling on it, makes Ahin raise her head. She grunts slightly as you pull a little too hard for a moment. The slight pain is washed away quickly by your thrust.

Now, you are able to watch her gorgeous face twitch in pleasure as you fuck her from behind. You see her biting her lower lip, trying to silence herself.

"I want you to scream. Tell me how good you are feeling."

Ahin's eyes shoot open and she focuses her gaze on yours.

"It's so good! You are pounding me so hard, daddy!"

You feel yourself getting closer as you watch Ahin's body getting rocked back and forth in the mirror. Leaning forward, you start to kiss her exposed shoulders. You can taste the salty sweat on her skin.

You want to make Ahin cum before you do. But the combination of Sohee's throat and pussy and Ahin's tight snatch prove as to much for you. Feeling, that you are holding her waist harder and harder, Ahin knows that you are about to cum.

"Yes! Fill me up, daddy! Fill me with that cum of yours!"

Sohee finally seems to have regained her senses. She is now kneeling on the couch, watching how you fuck Ahin.

"Cum in that pussy. Ruin her."

The seductive look she is giving you finally trips you over the edge.

You groan as you unload inside of Ahin. Rope after rope of cum paints her insides. You are surprised at how much you are shooting inside of her. After a couple of moments, you are finally drained.

You wish you could stay in her forever, but Ahin still hasn't cum yet. As soon as you leaver her snatch, Sohee takes your place. Hungrily, she starts to eat her out from behind, before any of your cum can leak out of the younger girl's freshly fucked pussy.

"You taste so good with his cum."

It takes her about a minute, until you see Ahin starting to tremble. Her hand is covering her mouth. The only thing you can do is watch as her friend makes her orgasm, while she eats your cum out of her pussy.

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The Path I Chose | Part One

I've never posted on anything but I decided to finally write down the story I've had in my head for a while now. I have no idea when or if I will post the next chapter but I probably will if this gets some attention.

Summary: I'm a freelance CIA agent. That's not really a thing but that's what I call it. I'm working for a woman named Kate laswell on some off the books investigating. We've been searching for Information on a child trafficking ring that has connections to ultra nationalist groups through europe. I don't get to know the details, but I know enough to do my job. I know what I'm doing is dangerous, but I'm staying away from the worst of it, Right?

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Content Warning: This is going to be pretty dark, cannon typical violence and all that, some implied SA, and forced proximity I guess? so no minors and read at your own risk. Also there will probably be sex cause I'm a perv

How the fuck did I get here? It was never supposed to go this far. If I knew I'd be here at the end, dying, alone, I don't think I would have ever signed that contract.

I'm standing, chained to a wall, peeing my pants because I can't hold it any more. Sharp pain shoots through my lower back and I can feel my kidneys throbbing. The combination of whatever fucking drugs they're feeding me and the fact that I've been trying to controll my bladder for what feels like, fuck, I don't even know anymore, it's really making me want to give up. I wonder if it would be that easy, if I could just decide I'm done, that I'm too tired for this shit, and die. No. I'm probably going to have to wait until these peices of shit decide they're done with me, and pray that it's soon. My head hurts. It's not bleeding like my limbs, but it is pounding, endlessly, like my heart has somehow been moved by all the shoving and kicking, and it now rests heavily in my skull. A door opens somewhere to my right and I try to lift my head to see but a wave of nausea rolls through me and I drop my eyes back to the blood slowly dripping from my body into a puddle on the floor

Maybe that will kill me, blood loss would explain the brain fog. But so would the drugs. I experimented with things in my early adult years and I'm pretty sure it's some combination of psychedelics. Everything feels far away and the cement floor is swirling under me in Van Gogh-esque patterns. It's not pretty though, it feels cold and harsh under me.

The men that I've learned to recognize since the beginning of my imprisonment have come back to try to get me to tell them answers that I don't have to questions I don't quite understand. They have every reason to believe I might know the answers, I work for the fuckin united states government after all, and for a woman I'm pretty sure has more power in these matters than she tells me she does, they probably saw that and assumed I had information about some weapons dealer's death. I don't, but I don't think that matters anymore. I was an easy target to them. I came right to them. They won't let me live, I'm sure of it. If they were going to let me go the men torturing me wouldn't have shown me there faces. One man has tattoos that I took note of In The begining, but I don't think knowing that there is an ugly looking spider inked on the bigger man's hand is going to do me any good anymore. I hate spiders. And pain. All I feel is pain. No hope of getting away anymore.

I hear someone talking but it's muffled by the ringing in my ears. My knees buckle as something solid hits my in the ribs shooting pain through my chest and spine. My guess is it's the bat that the smaller man seems to love swinging. I'm hanging by my wrists from the wall, unable to sit down because of the metal digging into me and leaving what I know will be dark bruises by tomorrow, if I'm still alive by then. They then take a step back and I hear something familiar. Something I can't quite place as I slip in and out of consciousness. The men tasked with getting answers from me shout at each other, or me, I can't tell.

They're gunshots, I think. The sound rings through the air and hits my ears with a sharp ping. My brain tries to focus as my head spins and I see the men looking out into the hallway. Before the door can even open all the way, both men are shot. Clean kills by the sound of it, just two shots. The sound echoes in my ears as my eyes close and open slowly.

Someone steps into the room, they seem to be studying me. I would be self conscious if I had any ounce of pride left, but right now, I don't care.

This person is large, taller than me but I am half on the floor right now. This guy looks huge from here. I try to stand and it takes me a moment. He watches without moving an inch, I realize his assault rifle is aimed at me.

"Who are you"

The question barely registers as I try to breathe more evenly

"I'm with, I'm a-an American, I work for the CIA" I stutter out stumbling through the words like I've never said them before.

"Please, I can't, I'm not supposed to be here, I don't know what they want from me" that's only sort of a lie, right?

He doesn't shoot me, yet. I guess somewhere in my mind I do want to live because I'm begging for help. The man says something to a radio strapped to his chest and starts rummaging around in the pockets of the two men who have been torturing and drugging me for what I can only assume is weeks now. He cuts off the bat guy's badge and pulls the key card for my room out from his pocket. He pulls both bodies into the room, like they weigh nothing, and closes the door.

He turns towards me and I shudder, adrenaline and panic shoot through me. His face is covered and I can't see very well so I have no idea what he's thinking. I'm going to assume it's bad though, this man feels dangerous, like he's one wrong word away from bashing my head in.

I try to stand up straighter and look him in the eyes but my body aches and I feel weak. I can't feel my hands anymore everything feels fuzzy.

He walks up to me and grabs my wrist. I feel the restraint fall off my wristand my arm drops to my side. As I try to bite back the pain of the blood I have left rushing back to my fingertips my other wrist falls.

The combination of all my ailments rolls through my body like a wave and I stumble. The man in front of me grabs my shoulders and sets me on the floor a foot or two to the left of the spot I had been standing in for way too long.

My head falls forward and my vision gets dark around the edges

"Hey, it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you."

I shake my head as he grabs onto my arms again. Fear of what this man could do to me if he wanted to rattles my bones

"N-no, don't touch me, please" I say, tears now falling down my face.

"You're ok, I'm going to help you, we're going to go somewhere safer" he says in low, calm voice.

I hear muffled words from an earpiece he's wearing. He holds his radio and replies "copy, I've got the key card" he leans me back against the wall and stands, heading towards the door. He swipes the card and it opens, letting in another man. He looks at me and I blink dumbly at him.

He says something to the masked guy and takes a step towards me. I cower away and try to scoot back into the corner

"It's alright dear, I'm not going to hurt you, you can trust me" he says in a light, kind tone.

I'm not sure I have a choice here, if I say no, tell them to get away from me, I'm stuck here. I don't think I can stand, let alone walk and my best chance of getting out of here is going along with this. My judgement may be clouded but something about his voice seems to make me relax. That could also be the blood loss.

"Please, I just want to go home." I'm still crying, looking up at these men from the floor in my broken, battered state.

"You'll be alright with us, we will get you out of here"

That sounds great, I'm in. I try to give a response but my mouth is so dry and it comes out as a sort of croak.

"Here, I have water" he kneels down to open a canteen on his side but it doesn't slosh when he shakes it.

"Fuck, Ghost, bring your's" he says, but the man is already stepping towards me and crouching down, bringing the open bottle to my mouth. He carefully holds the water, tipping it up slowly, and I drink as much as I can. He pulls it back and screws on the cap. I whine a little. I haven't had much food or water since I've been here and I don't feel satisfied by the quick drink at all

"Thats enough for now, we need to move."

"Yeah, captains waiting for us with the truck on the east side, building's clear to the exit"

I look between them as they speak and they both look at me.

"Ready love, we've got you, don't worry." Says the man who's name I don't know. The one called ghost picks me up again and sets me sort of over his shoulder. Pain once again floods through my body and I feel myself start to slip out of counciousness.

"You're alright yeah? We'll be out soon, just hold on" the man to our right says. It's the last thing I hear before sinking into the void of darkness that clouds my eyes.

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This is Just the Beginning

Raylan Givens x Reader

Words: 2907

Summary: The reader’s husband finds out she’s been investigating a series of disappearances without telling him after she comes home with a dislocated shoulder and a concussion.

Notes: I don’t really know where I was going with this one, but you know what, it was fun to write. I couldn't resist writing a good 'who hurt you' story with Raylan. I also might write more to this story, hence the cliffhanger, but I thought that starting off in the middle of the drama would be fun to experiment with. I love me a good in medias res. This man has taken full control of my brain, so be ready for possible other Timothy Olyphant appearances on this blog.

Other Crime Drama imagines: HERE

You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and jerked your arm. Biting your lip, your muffled cry of pain still filled the bedroom as you popped your shoulder back into place. Your vision blurred even more, adding to your already dizzy state. You stumbled your way to the bathroom where the mirror revealed more carnage.

A large gash on your forehead explained the pounding in your head and a massive mark on your left cheek showed the beginnings of a nasty bruise. As for the rest of you, it felt like you’d been trampled by all of the horses in the Kentucky Derby.

All to get you to stop looking. To scare you into submission. To forget about all of those girls.

Instead, it just pissed you off.

But that would have to wait. For now, you were just grateful your husband would be out of town until tomorrow. It at least gave you some time to figure out how to hide your injuries so he didn’t have a goddamn heart attack. The last thing you needed was to have to explain what you’d been doing that led to you getting jumped in the parking lot of your work.

What Raylan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Hoping to distract yourself from all the throbbing and aches throughout your body, you pulled out your computer to get some work done, maybe figure out who it was that attacked you. There were moments, between the swings and the yelling, that you thought you got a good enough look at the bastard. Skinny, white, teeth that hadn’t seen a brush in years, and you were pretty sure he had a tattoo on his hand. You should know from how many times it smacked you around.

You flexed your jaw, wincing. “Son of a bitch,” you muttered, pulling up your search engine and typing in the Chamberlain Family Movers website. The cover image depicted all of the members of their little clan of criminals. You narrowed your eyes and leaned over your screen to get a better look.

The front door opened.

You slammed your laptop shut.

“Shit,” you said. “Shit shit shit shit shit.” You scrambled to your dresser for your concealer. “Raylan, honey, is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he called back, sounding tired. “Got the job done early so they sent me home.”

“That right?” In your hurry, your hand swept the tube of makeup you needed and you watched in panic as it rolled behind the dresser. “Goddamnit.”

“Guess that means we can break open that wine you wanted to, huh?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice!”

There had to be something. You had to find something. You tried reaching behind the dresser, but it just made the screaming pain in your shoulder shoot up again and you had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep from making any sound.

Heavy footsteps echoed up the stairs.

You kept your back to the door and your arm behind the dresser.

Raylan opened the door.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked, clicking the door shut behind him.

“Looking for my makeup,” you said, your bruised cheek pressed against the wooden surface.

“In the dark?” He turned on the light. “Do you want some help?”

“No, no, I almost got it.” You stretched your fingers, accidentally bumping it further away. “Shit.”

“Are you sure?” He chuckled. “Not that I’m complaining about the view here, sweetheart, but that cannot be comfortable.”

“Almost…” You caught the tube of concealer between your middle finger and pointer. “There.” You stood up straight, careful to not be facing him. “Now I’m gonna go put it on. I want to look pretty if we’re having a date night.” You hurried to close the bathroom door, putting an inch and three-eighths between you and his gaze.

“Hold up,” he said before you could close it. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” You kept your face turned away. “I just want to put on some makeup.”

You almost had it. Just a few more inches…

Raylan put a foot in the door. “Why won’t you look at me?” He put a hand on your cheek.

“Raylan, wait,” you said.

He turned your head to face him and, immediately his face changed. His mouth fell open and his hand fell to his side, but it was his eyes that got you. Oh, his eyes. They filled with worry, but with that, there was a fire. A fire that burned all the way through you.

“What happened?”

You held up a hand, motioning for him to calm down before that flame in his eyes turned into a wildfire.

“Raylan,” you said calmly, sweetly.

“Don’t Raylan me,” he snapped back. “What the hell happened?” He didn’t let you finish. “Somebody mug you? What have I told you, Y/N, you don’t fight ‘em, you give-”

“I know you are not blaming me right now when I’m standing in front of you with a bruise the size of Tennessee on my face,” you scoffed, crossing your arms as best you could. “God, Raylan, you always have to say ‘I told you so.’” Despite the bite in your words, you couldn’t stop the crack in your voice.

His eyes softened. He brought his hand back to your face, gently grazing your cheek.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Raylan pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. But when his embrace hit your shoulder, you cried out against his chest. He pushed back in a panic, eyeing you for the injury.

“It’s, dis-” you took a sharp breath. “Dislocated. I popped it back just before you got here.”

“You relocated your own shoulder? Why the hell would you do that?”

“I figured if I went to a hospital, you’d find out about it, or hell, maybe someone would think you did it.” You blinked back tears, looking up at the ceiling.

Raylan saw marks on your neck. Like someone had put a boot there.

The fire in his eyes returned.

“Come here.” He led you to the bed, careful not to hurt your shoulder again. “Now, sweetheart, I need you to tell me what happened.”

You swallowed. “You’re not gonna like it.”

“I don’t like coming home to you beat to hell either,” he said. “So you’d better just tell me and I can figure this out.”

“You won’t be doing anything.”

He tilted his head in warning. “Y/N, honey, just tell me who roughed you up. I’m not going to run off and shoot ‘em if that’s what you're worried about.”

That was exactly what you were worried about.

That, and dragging him into the mess you’d found yourself in was the last thing you wanted.

Lie.

“A guy jumped me when I got to my car after work,” you said. If you kept things vague enough, maybe he wouldn't keep asking. Who were you kidding? You married a Marshal. So you added one more thing to throw him off the scent. “Took my purse.”

Raylan’s eyes narrowed in confusion, darting between you and something behind you.

“The mugger took your purse?”

“Uhuh,” you lied. “And I did exactly what you told me to. I cooperated. I didn’t mouth off. And he still beat the shit out of me. Some people I guess.”

Raylan leaned forward and pointed. “That purse?”

You turned. Sure enough, that damn bag hung on the back of your chair.

Shit.

“N-no, my other purse.”

“You don’t have another purse, honey,” he sighed. “Unless you have another husband that bought you a different one.” Raylan moved so he was crouched in front of you, taking your hands in his. “Just tell me the truth, baby.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and blurted it out.

“I’ve been looking into some disappearances. I think it might trace back to a crime group outside of Lexington, but I wasn’t sure and I went down there to look around and someone must have seen me-”

Raylan held up a hand.

“You started investigating organized crime and you didn’t think to tell me?”

He spoke slowly and quietly. You would have preferred he yelled.

“I was only looking into it because a friend of mine’s daughter was taken. I wasn’t sure it would lead back to anything big.”

His expression stayed the same. Eerily calm. “You started investigating organized crime and you didn’t think to tell me?” He repeated.

“They’re taking girls, Raylan,” you exclaimed. “I had to do something.”

He stood up.

You followed, moving to the chair to grab your purse.

Raylan spoke from behind you. “Where are you going?”

“I’m not going to sit here and be lectured by you,” you said. “I need to go check on Beth, anyway. If they found me, they might have found her too.”

“If you are going anywhere, it’s to a goddamn hospital.” There was the yelling you were looking for. “Do you have any idea what kind of shit you are in?”

“No, Raylan, I really hadn’t thought about the possibility that the Chamberlains might have a problem with me looking into their human trafficking!” You clamped your mouth shut. Shit. You shouldn’t have said that.

“You went after the Chamberlains alone?”

“I think we’ve established the alone part, honey. You’ve made it very clear.”

“Goddamnit, Y/N, this isn’t a joke!” He whirled you around to face him. “I’ve dealt with these people before. And this,” he motioned to your multiple injuries. “This is just the beginning.” He took your face in his hands, thumb running over the mark on your cheek. “It’s just the beginning.”

Looking into your husband’s dark, worried eyes, you almost broke.

How hard would it be for them to find him? To make him bleed, to break him. And it would be your fault.

You had to catch them first.

“Alright, I won’t go to Beth’s tonight,” you sighed. “But I’m not going to a hospital either.” You stopped him before he could argue. “It’ll draw too much attention.”

“Sweetheart, your head is bleeding, you probably have a concussion, and you relocated your own goddamn shoulder,” he said.

“Well, it’s a good thing I have you here to keep an eye on me then, hm?” You put on your sweetest smile and pressed your lips against his to keep him from fighting about it.

When he pulled away, there was a small smile, albeit a reluctant one, on his face. “I’ll go get something to clean that then,” he said, pointing to the gash on your head.

“I’ll surrender to that.”

He kissed your forehead as he went.

You waited until you heard his footsteps on the stairs to reopen your computer, peering at the picture until your head hurt.

There, in the very center, was the sonofabitch who attacked you.

You would have crossed your arms in frustration if your shoulder still didn’t hurt so damn bad. If he was going to treat you like a kid, you were very tempted to start acting like one.

He led you into the office, pointed at you, then pointed at the chair across from his.

“You. Sit.”

“Yes. Sir.” You pronounced with the same agitated tone he presented. Despite your defiant eye, you did as he said and sat down, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the glass of a photograph. An ugly bruise sure enough covered the lower left half of your face and the cut Raylan cleaned the night before.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “You think about anything and everything you can tell me about what you found out. And I mean all of it, Y/N.” The sternness and frustration in his voice hid something else that only someone who knew him like you did could see.

He was scared shitless.

Art was already out of his office, watching the encounter between the two of you curiously.

“Raylan, I didn’t know it was bring-your-wife-to-work-day,” he snarked. When you turned your head, revealing your injuries, his teasing smirk fell. “Good Lord, what happened?”

“I gotta talk to you,” Raylan sighed. “Now.”

Art nodded and led him into his office, closing the door behind them.

“Hi, Mrs. Givens,” Rachel greeted with a small smile and a questioning gaze.

“Oh, it’s just Y/N today,” you said. “My husband’s a touch mad at me, so I think it’s best to leave his name out of it.” You watched her eyes widen. “Oh God, no this wasn’t him.” You laughed humorlessly. “This is my own mess, as I’m sure he’d love to point out.”

“Looks like quite the mess,” she noted, motioning to your cheek.

“Yeah well, even Marshalls can’t stop the world from happening, right? Despite what Raylan would like me to believe.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Good luck convincing him of that. Sometimes I think he must believe he’s Superman with the shit he gets himself into.”

“Tell me about it.”

The two of you laughed. You tried to get a look into Art’s office, but the blinds were drawn shut. You didn’t like being talked about behind closed doors. It made you feel like a kid waiting for your parents outside of the principal's office. And you didn’t even work here.

Your leg bounced with a mix of impatience and anxiety. You were so high-strung that you nearly jumped out of the chair when your phone rang, your knee hitting the edge of Raylan’s desk. Everyone in the office looked up at you. You pretended like nothing happened as a string of whispered curses left your mouth. When you looked at the number, you sighed. It was just Beth.

“Hey, I can’t really talk right now, but I might have found something.”

“Do anything to alert the pretty little Marshal next to you and we’ll shoot Mrs. McCaughly,” a voice you didn’t recognize said.

You froze.

They continued. “Go outside. There’s a car waiting to pick you up. We just want to talk.”

“Hold on, I think you’re breaking up. Let me see if I can get a better signal.” You kept your tone as level as possible. Luckily, everyone in the office had returned to their mountains of work, including Rachel.

“We appreciate your corroboration, Mrs. Givens,” the voice said slyly. “We’d rather not have to bring your husband into this. That wouldn’t end well for anyone.”

You turned your head.

Raylan was still in Art’s office.

“We promise to return you to him in one piece,” the man cleared his throat, “so long as you cooperate, of course.”

“Let me just step outside. I’ll hear you better there.”

You stood up and walked out without causing any alarm.

“Jesus, Raylan, what the hell was she thinking?” Art sighed, running a hand down his face.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Raylan’s leg bounced, fists clenching and unclenching around the arms of the chair.

He could still see the blood in your hair, and hear your whimpers when you moved your injured shoulder. He wanted to find the sonofabitch who did it more than anything, but right now, he was more worried about what it could lead to.

What had you gotten yourself into?

“I want to put her in protective custody,” Raylan said.

Art shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Make it work like that.” Raylan stood up, pacing. “Did you see what they did to her, Art? They could have killed her. Honestly, I’m surprised they didn’t. And I know her, she’s going to keep pursuing this and pushing and pushing until someone goes over the edge.”

“I guess you two are perfect for each other then,” Art muttered.

Raylan closed his eyes. “I need help. I don’t know these people. I don’t know what they’ll do, but I know they’ve already gone after her once. Please, Art. I can’t…” He trailed off.

The tone of his voice alone showed his supervisor just how afraid Raylan really was. Art hadn’t seen him this way before. The anger and frustration, sure. But never afraid.

Art sighed. “I can’t do anything officially. We can’t confirm that this was anything more than a mugging.” He shot Raylan a look to keep him from arguing. “But why don’t you take a couple days off? Get Y/N and yourself away for a while. Let us look into it and see if we turn anything up.”

Raylan took a deep breath, nostrils flaring and that same fire in his eyes from the night before. He exhaled slowly and nodded.

“Alright, fine, but if anything happens, I want to be the first to know.”

“I’ll look into it,” Art said. “Now go take care of that pretty wife of yours.”

He dismissed him with a wave of the hand.

Raylan left the office feeling just as wired as he had when he walked in, but when he looked at his desk, his entire body went cold.

“Rachel,” he started, “where’s my wife?”

The other Marshal looked up from her paperwork. “She had to take a phone call, why?”

“Did she say where she was going?”

“I think outside- hey, wait! What’s going on?”

Raylan was out the door in seconds. Waiting for the elevator would take too long so he sprinted down the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him.

But it didn’t matter how fast he ran. By the time he reached the sidewalk, you were gone.

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