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It’s Alive

Writer Wednesday #13

Adam Sackler x Reader  - Cloverfield AU (Moodboard)

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Summary: A meet cute turns into a night of survival.

Warnings: Moments of distress and shock, Feelings of drowning

Wordcount: 1.1K

Notes: Another Writer Wednesday prompt from @autumnleaves1991-blog​ and I have no self control. This is for @goddesstonythetiger​ who shares a love for Cloverfield and I think she’s neat. We’ve started planning a trilogy AU and life happened, so here is a little bit of that world. 

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A Reason To Believe Chapter 9

Being an undercover officer is a perilous job and Flip Zimmerman knows this far too well. He keeps his romantic life limited to one-night stands, never letting anyone get too close. That all starts to change when he meets a vivacious Jewish woman named Elle just as he’s about to take on a seriously dangerous undercover job; infiltrating the KKK. Elle and his undercover work make him question things he’d never thought to before and challenge him to see the world, and himself, in a whole new light.

A Flip x OC Fic

Word Count: 3,817

Warnings: slurs

I told you way back in Fifty-two

That I would never go with you

I hear you knocking but you can’t come in

I hear you knocking, go back where you been

(x)

Flip was certain last night had been a dream. 

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Kylo Ren X Reader: Found

Summary: After so daringly killing Snoke, Kylo runs away from the First Order rather than rising as the new Supreme Leader. He finds himself in a place from his past craving for someone to be there by his side. Surprising to him, he runs into you, someone he fell in love with years ago.

Warnings: Mention of Death, mention of abuse, trauma.

Word Count: 1782

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Shoutout to @cas-backwards-tie​ for giving me some suggestions for this! Really helped a lot! 

You just need to find someone. Kylo kept repeating to himself in his thoughts. He clenched his head as his face was buried in his inner arm, fingers laced into his knotted raven locks. Tears streamed down his freckled cheeks, dripping down onto the durasteel table he slumped over, his tears pooling into a tiny puddle of agony. His hand trembled against his hair as he periodically tightened his grip. But no one wants you. 

Finally killing his master should have been relieving to him but now that he had run, he was terrified that the First Order would track him down and make him pay for putting an end to their precious Supreme Leader. He should have stayed and taken the title for himself, but no. He left in a panic after others had realized what he had done. They instantly ordered him to surrounded despite him being their Commander, ready to capture him for treason. 

Those fools could never understand the dynamic that he and Snake had under the influence of the Sith where an apprentice’s long term goal was to one day rise up against their Master. Although he was no Sith, for the longest time he had been prepared to eventually kill Snoke. But now that he had done it, it was not out of hunger for power, but rather to put to an end his abuse. For far too long he gave into the abuse of his master that he had failed to realize at first until he was too far into the manipulation.

He had been so traumatized that he was terrified to stand up to the monster in fear of being hurt again or even killed for one measly mistake. He was now free from his control, yet it still felt as if he was trapped now that he was wanted by the First Order. It was announced all over the Holonet of what happened, even a bounty placed on his head for him brought in alive. There was no doubt in his mind that he would not be met with an ounce of kindness from them. 

His warm brown eyes flickered up to look through the cockpit window, staring out at what was left of the ruins of the Jedi Temple. It felt like just yesterday that he called it home as he learned the ways of the Force under his uncle’s wing. His lips curled into a frown at the memories. It almost felt as if he didn’t deserve to be back but he needed to face his guilt once and for all. 

Perhaps someday he wouldn’t be so damaged.

Reluctantly, he got up and wiped away his tears. “Stop being so kriffing afraid,” Kylo muttered out to himself, leading himself to the back of the ship. He used the Force to lower the ramp and descended down. Standing for a moment, he took in the lingering energy still left behind from the demises of the past Padawan. Then haunting silence was all that his mind could focus on as he tried to tear down any of his trauma that was rising to the forefront of his thoughts.

He bit his bottom lip as he tread through the field to walk to the remains of what once had been the Jedi temple. The memories of the flames - the scent of the burning Padawan to the dread and confusion that had washed over him - flooded his mind. After he forced himself to remain there for a few minutes in the rubble, Kylo finally made his way past headed straight for the forest beyond the temple.

Luke would often have his students adventure on through it during their training to explore, so he knew the lands quite well from his years learning to be a Jedi. His eyes scanned the tree line before he closed them, taking a second to sense the beings in the forest. There wasn’t much life he could feel, thank the stars. He reluctantly walked in, pushing aside tree branches and ducked under them. 

His soft gaze fell upon a tiny stream that he remembered so vividly from his time at the temple. A smile formed upon his lips as he recalled the first time he ventured down it with you to find what would become your secret getaway place where no one else would ever find you. The sound of the flowing water was oddly relaxing to him, helping to take his mind off of his pain and regrets. Kylo stepped over some rocks as he crossed the stream, continuing on. 

Perhaps somewhere out there, those who he longed for were thinking of him too. 

At the need of the stream, Kylo was led to a small pond as the water flowed down a small mount of rocks. His heart sank in the middle of his chest as his eyes met with a cloaked figure sitting upon a rock on the opposite side of the water, hand shooting down to his saber before he stopped himself. As he could feel the Force energy around, he pulled his hand away. “(Y/N)?” he breathed out in disbelief. 

“It’s me,” As you stood up, you pulled your hood over your head to get a better look at the man you hadn’t seen in years. You smiled, stepping down from the rock as Kylo approached. Tears welled up in the corners of his dark orbs once more as he stared down at you. 

“You- what are you doing here?” he inquired softly. 

“I heard about what you did on the Holonet - I felt it too - and that you’re wanted by the First Order,’ you explained to him. Kylo’s shivering hand rose to cup your cheek, smiling as he felt you lean into his touch without hesitation. “I had the feeling that you would come back here,” you both promised to return if anything bad ever happened, so you ventured all the way across the galaxy for your old hiding spot in hopes that he would come. “I’m so happy that I right was.”

He engulfed you in a hug, his arms snaking around your figure to hold you close to him. His right hand cradled the back of your neck. As your head rested against his broad chest, you took in the soothing beat of his heart. “But why did you come?” he asked again. “why are you here with me?” 

“Because you’re still the same man that I fell in love with as a Padawan,” you reminded him. The moment that you heard that he ran from the First Order after putting an end to the monster that called himself Supreme Leader, the were no doubts in your mind that he didn’t want to life he had led himself to. Through the Force bond that neither of you came to sever, you could sense his pain throughout the years. So much did you wish to save him, but he never quite seemed to let himself be found. Why, you could not figure out.

“You loved me?” he murmured.

“I never stopped,” you confessed to him. You balled his shirt into your hand and pulled Kylo down into an affectionate kiss. He sunk down into your lips as they danced against his, admiring how warm they felt. His left hand trailed down to your waste and pulled you in close to support your form as you kissed. Once you pulled away from the kiss, lips still hovering a mere two inches apart, he stared into your mesmerizing (Y/C) orbs.

“I don’t understand why you would, but -” 

“But nothing,” you cut him off, shaking your head faintly. “I’m here for you now. I know that you’re afraid, but you don’t have to be anymore,” you sat down and pulled him down with you, reaching over to run a hand through his raven-black locks to comfort him. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Kylo simply sat with you for some time, not speaking a word as he came to process your declaration. He couldn’t quite figure out why you were so willing to love him or be there for him after all that he had done to the galaxy and the pain that he must have caused you. “I… I’ve felt so kriffing alone. Too afraid to ever stand up against Snoke and his abuse. I was so trapped in his manipulation all because I couldn’t take my life into my own hands,” he breathed. “it’s like my own mind won’t let myself be loved.”

You frowned at his admittance. So that’s what’s been causing him so much pain over the years? “He’s gone now, so you don’t need to be afraid anymore,” you assured him. “I want you around, believe me,” you spoke out to him in a soft tone of voice. “I won’t go anywhere no matter how much you’re scared that I’m going to leave.”

His head rested on your shoulder as he clenched his eyes shut, attempting to compose himself as to not let his emotions seep into your energy. Once more, he ceased to respond to you, letting himself just take in your aura in comfort. It had been ages since the last time he felt so loved. After years of abuse, there was nothing to worry about except how he would be able to repay all of the support he had from you.

“I haven’t told her yet, but I think that your mother is going to want to see you again,” you informed him. “she’s been hoping for years that you would come back to her and she hasn’t lost hope. As far as I can tell, it’s the same with your father. No matter what, they still love you, too.”

“Part of me can’t believe that they would ever love me again,” he sighed. “but hearing you say that means so much to me…” he pulled you in for another embrace as if he thought you would fade away to prove to be some sick joke forced upon him by Snoke. 

“I know that they still love you, and I do too,” you told him once more. “you don’t need to be alone any more.” 

Kylo closed his eyes as you rested against him, holding you close in comfort. Never in a million years did he expect leaving the First Order would lead him to you. But thank the stars that it did. Now he did not feel so broken with you there by his side, one of the few things of his past that he never allowed himself to forget in all his years as Snoke’s apprentice.  

Perhaps somehow, he could feel like himself again.

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Two’s Company (5/5)

1989 and New York City is a mess. Life was shit for all but you and Pale, who found that among the rubble and rubbish, there existed peace and calm and hard hot fucking. That is, until, an unwanted visitor makes themselves known, throwing this happy dream into a tumultuous nightmare.

Pale (Burn This) x Reader

The Final Chapter of my sequel to Blue Moon

 9.2k; Warnings: NSFW, angst, drug mentions, mentions of violence

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He smiled a lot, on the walk to the diner. It wasn’t much further, but he smiled the whole way. That was somethin’ real rare for Pale, to be smiling for that long. Even in bed he didn’t grin the way he was grinning now.

He didn’t let go of your hand the whole way, kept an even tighter grip on you after your accidental slip. These were new heels, and you shoulda broke them in longer than you did, they weren’t all scuffed up on the bottom like your old pairs were.

But you didn’t mind too much, not if it meant Pale got to hold you tight the way he was. Whenever the two of yous walked, he always made sure you were on the inside, never on the street-side. He always made sure, didn’t want you gettin’ hurt or hit or nothing, even though you ain’t never seen a car come up onto the sidewalk before.

It was sweet of him to worry though, and you didn’t complain, just held his hand and laughed and smiled with him all the way to the diner.

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Anger

Charlie Barber x Reader

2k; NSFW

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He startles you when he slams the door to his house shut, startles you with the way he blows through the living room into the kitchen. You glance at the clock, it’s only two in the afternoon. The court hearing wasn’t supposed to end until four at the very least, and you worry about Charlie when the look on his face is nothing but a mask of rage.

“God I fucking hate – ” He sets down his bag on the table too harshly, practically throws it down, rips it off his body as he seethes, “This fucking woman.”

You’re stunned for a moment, just because he’s never regarded her with such rage, not yet anyway. You wondered when the resentment would come, he’d always been so gracious towards his wife, had always tried to be fair.

Looks like she wasn’t returning the favor.

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Hands

Pale (Burn This) x Reader 

2k ; NSFW

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“Whatcha thinkin’ about sweetheart?” Pale asks one day, stubbing out a cigarette in the ashtray by his bed.

You’re on the other side of the room, naked and sweaty just a little from the sunshine that’s been pouring into his bedroom. You’ve been smiling to yourself for a while, as he goes over some paperwork for work, some contracts and shit he’s gotta sign and return when the weekend’s over. You’ve been smilin’ and he’s too nosy, likes you too much, to not know what about.

“You.” You turn to him, give him a big smile over your shoulder as you put down whatever trinket on his dresser you’d been playing with.

“Me?” He asks, pointing to himself in that way you sometimes do when you’re bein’ a tease, just the way you are now.

“Yeah, I’m always thinkin’ about you.” You wink at him, and he licks his lips, feels his cock grow hard in his jeans from the way your body speaks to him.

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Heat

It was cold on the Finalizer. Granted, this was space, and everything was always so damned cold out here. The climate alone was the only thing that ever made Kylo miss the feeling of solid ground beneath his boots; planets were just planets but at least most of them existed at a comfortable temperature.

Missions left a bittersweet taste in his mouth for that reason, the scent of sun soaked life and death alike, the remains of his target scattered beneath the wide sky making his nose curl behind his mask. On occasion, he’d unclasp the heavy metal, letting himself indulge in the innocent, guilty pleasure of feeling the sun on his face.

Other times, he denied himself the sensation, knowing there was a much less innocent heat he’d rather feel.

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Some Surprise

Pale (Burn This) x Reader

4.7k ; It’s NSFW y’all 

“What the fuck,” Pale growls out as he slams the front door to the apartment behind the two of yous, “Was that?”

He’s not happy, hadn’t been happy ever since you left the club. He feels like his blood’s boiling, feels like he wants to punch something, wants to beat the shit out of someone. But he didn’t want to cause a fuckin’ scene in front of you and he hoped that by the time he got you back home he’d’ve cooled down a little, but after four cigarettes on the drive over with his hand wedged between your thighs, he’s still pissed.

“What was what, honey?” You ask, stepping out of your shoes.

That sends a red hot flash of irritation through him and he sucks on his teeth as he makes his way into the kitchen and rummages around for the little glass container of coke he keeps on hand for times just like this. You come over to him as he’s setting up his mirror and credit card, cuts through the fine white powder, and you drape your body over his back lovingly.

“No no no.” He shakes his head with a dark little laugh, “Here’s what we ain’t doing tonight, we ain’t pretending like you weren’t flirting with that fuckin’ guy at the club – pushin’ your tits out and shit like that. I ain’t stupid, you were flirting.”

This makes you laugh, and Pale scowls a little at that, scowls because he don’t think that’s too fuckin’ funny.

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HONEYED EYES

CHAPTER 15: AVAILABLE HERE ON AO3

Fic Summary: 

The newest attraction at the local circus is anything but an ordinary wolf. Clapped in chains and kept in a cage; he’s slowly given up all hope of rescue. But kindness can be found in unlikely places: and Clyde is slowly learning to trust that you might be the one to give him his freedom - and with it, his humanity.

This chapter excerpt:

He takes the path around the driveway, looking back at you and shooting a wink. His hair is the most lovely shade of deep brown in the sun - highlighting these lighter, reddish undertones that flow through his dark locks when you’re least expecting to see them.

“They’ll love you, y'know.”

You grin.

“You’re sure?”

He laughs, throwing his prosthetic arm over your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your scalp.

“Course. Know I sure do.”

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Your First Date Would Include: (Ben, Kylo, Adam, Clyde, and Charlie)

Ben: Close to the temple, he knows of a secluded cave with a nice small pond inside of it. He brought you there for the first time as your official first date so that you two could have some guaranteed alone time where no one could interrupt you; not his uncle, and especially no younglings. He got help from a few of the local shop keepers in the nearby villages, being given a few things like fresh food and blankets to bring along with you. He set up a small picnic to share with you because he wanted to do something special but didn’t know how to go all out. Going simple, to him, worked well. While you two were there, you went swimming in the water and enjoyed some time away from the temple. It was relaxing to him and the cave became his favorite spot. If you wanted to, the date could involve your first time getting intimate with him, considering the privacy and the fact that there were some blankets to use. Ben couldn’t stop thinking about your time spent together on your first date for weeks, months even. It was the best night he had in a while!

Kylo: He’s never been too good at the whole “love” thing, so it should come as no surprise that he was not all too sure what to do as a first date. Until you, there has been absolutely no one in his life that he was able to express any love for, not that he loved anyone in the past before you came along. Kylo ended up inviting you over to his private quarters to spend some time alone. There, he decided to cook with you so that you could share dinner together. He has a hidden passion for cooking and felt like it would be something fun you could do with him, maybe learn a thing or two. And plus he loved the smaller domestic things so it made him feel a lot closer to you. Your favorite dishes would determine all of the ingredients that he got, all from the High Command kitchen. He also made sure to get a nice bottom of Blossom Wine brought to him so that you could share both a meal and a glass of wine together, enjoying a nice night of deep conversation, amazing food, and pleasurable sex. 

Adam: The date would start in the afternoon where he took you to his favorite diner down the street from his apartment. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been there before, he wanted an opportunity to enjoy the food there with you. After you finished eating, you two just walked around the city for a while talking about various things. He brought you to Central Park to enjoy the scenery before he dragged you to a local roller skating rink. If you knew how to skate like him, great. If you didn’t, then Adam would do his best to teach you the basics. He would hold your hand and skate around with you, making sure to catch you off guard with a spinning kiss. Afterward, despite the fact that he doesn’t enjoy ice cream all too much, he brought you to a place where you could get some. Once you got home, your clothes were off faster than you could conceive it to be possible. Adam felt as if the best way to end the evening was to show you his affection on a physical level, not holding back and giving you one of the best nights of sex you’ve had in a long time.

Clyde: He’s a sweet guy, so he thought that you would love to visit the local animal shelter with him as a first date. There, you got to see a lot of different animals, from dogs and cats all the way to lizards and rabbits.  After having the opportunity to spend some time with the animals, Clyde made the mistake of falling completely in love with one of the Dogs; an adorable little German Shepherd. You could tell right away how much he loved the little guy. You two left to go out to eat afterward. No matter how much he tried, he could not quite get the dog off of his mind. With some talking, he decided to go back with you so that he could adopt him. So that night, you brought him back to his home to let the dog get used to his new environment. Clyde ended up naming him Seger, after the famous singer. From there, you spent some time at Clyde’s place playing with the dog and enjoying time alone with the two. Although what happened on the date was utterly unexpected, he had an amazing time. And now there was a new addition to the family!

Charlie: Charlie wanted a bit more relaxing idea for your first date, so he surprised you with a small painting class; one of those ones where you have a specific topic and you can relax as you paint the night away. It was a little better than your average one, as he booked a private session with a nice instructor. You got to pick a theme and painted away with Charlie. You weren’t right next to one another because he wanted to surprise you with his painting. You had some wine to share as you painted, talking to your heart’s content. There was also some food provided - he paid a little extra for it. After you were finished, you were able to show each other the painting. With some artistic background, he was not too bad, though painting is most certainly not his strong suit. Since you didn’t live together at the time, you swapped paintings to remember one another by when you were away. After the painting session, you went back to his place to order some take out and be a bit lazy considering the painting session was so relaxing. 

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Yoga - Adam Sackler

so as I posted about it earlier, this fic is part of my same concept challenge where i write the exact same concept but with different people and this is my version for Adam! this one is kinda part of my Different series, because the plot just lines up perfectly with it, so it’s like a bonus chapter, so enjoy!

warning: smut!

word count: 1.5k

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“What are you doing?”

Adam’s voice doesn’t make you fall out of your flow, you just move your legs in the downward-facing dog pose and look at him between your knees, seeing him stand at the front door in his short, his upper body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead as he tilts his head watching you.

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Two’s Company (4/5)

1989 and New York City is a mess. Life was shit for all but you and Pale, who found that among the rubble and rubbish, there existed peace and calm and hard hot fucking. That is, until, an unwanted visitor makes themselves known, throwing this happy dream into a tumultuous nightmare.

Chapter 4 of my sequel to Blue Moon

7.8k ; NSFW, angst

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You made challah french toast, for breakfast. Pale ain’t never had it before you, before shackin’ up with you and lovin’ you and fuckin’ you all the time. He’d never even heard of it, figured the only french toast came from brioche. It wasn’t until one mornin’ when he was staying over at your shithole apartment across the street that all you had left in the kitchen was stale braided bread and eggs, a little milk and some cinnamon – and fuck, he was hooked.

It had been hard for him at first, hard for him to let you take over, hard for him to let you cook. He was just so used to doin’ everything himself, see? He was so used to bein’ responsible, bein’ in charge, bein’ the big shot – both in the kitchen and everywhere else. But you, you ain’t no fuckin’ wallflower, you ain’t no entitled bitch or nothin’, you want to help.

So over the year the two of yous have been together – which shit, he still can’t believe it’s been a year – he’s opened up, let you step into the kitchen every now and again. Let you make your challah french toast for him, let you let him kiss off the powdered sugar that always snuck up onto your face.  

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HONEYED EYES

Chapter 14:  But how could they try you or demystify you with words

AVAILABLE HERE ON AO3

EXCERPT:

“Well any other ideas? Anyone on the wolf hotline? You got some secret friends we ain’t hearin’ about?” Jimmy pops his lips, putting his boots up on the coffee table. Mellie stops drying her hair for just enough time to shoot him a look: he drops them back to the floor with a grunt of resignation.

Clyde glares.

“What?” Jimmy asks innocently.

“No. I do not have any friends on my ‘wolf hotline.’”

(A chapter in which the Logans get some information and some quality revenge)

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Impatient

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

1.8k ; NSFW yeehaw

It’s dark, the roads empty. Not a single car stretching for miles on end, no headlights in either direction.

It’s dark, and it’s raining, the blur of golden streetlamps cut through with the sleet of rain zipping past the windows. You’re leaving a party, the two of you, you and Flip. Leaving a party at a friend’s place that had gone on long into the night, had gone on so long that the both of you were glad when it was finally over, glad to be able to go back home.

It’s dark, and the radio is softly playing, some oldies station that’s crackling in and out of service because you’re getting into no-wheres-land territory, getting far out into the country on your way home, on your way away from the hustle and bustle of the city, of the suburbs.

You hadn’t been able to take your eyes off of one another, during the party. You never can, not really. You’re drawn to one another, always have been, always will be. Two halves of the same coin, someone once joked, two sides of the same star.

He just…he just looked so fucking good, the way he sat on the couch with you on his knee, looked so good the way he sipped his beer and smoked his cigarette, looked so fucking good the way he mimed and charaded his way to victory. And you could tell he was thinking the same about you, could tell it was taking all the strength he had to not jump you in front of everyone, with the way he was staring.

But now, now that you’re on the way home, you’ve made a decision. You want him, and with another cursory glance at the empty roads, you detangle your hand from where it’s been holding his the whole time.

“You okay?” Flip asks, sparing a glance away from the road to feast his eyes on your face as you unbuckle your seatbelt.

You give him a knowing smile, eyes sparkling as you pull your hair back, twist it into something resembling a ponytail, shifting in your seat to face him instead of sitting properly. You can see the moment when his brain catches up to what you’re doing, and when you twist your body around to bend over onto his lap, you feel wicked when you tell him to, “Keep driving.”

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Ink

3k, N S F W 

He’s got a killer headache, when you walk through the doors. Normally, he’d be too engrossed in the minutiae of going over the facts of the case, of learning his cover, of of of, to notice someone puttering around. But tonight, he’s too aggravated from dealing with the bullshit of the world, too annoyed, too keyed up. So when the little bell chimes, when you step into the station lobby, he’s snapping his head up to get an eyeful of you.

Because of course it’s you – who else would it be at two in the morning? Who else would be walking his way, weaving through the desks in the bullpen with a thermos of coffee brewed exactly the way he likes from the metal percolator his ma gave him when he first moved out?

He’s so relieved to see you that he could cry, and maybe he does, hot tears of frustration pricking at the corners of his eyes that he rubs away. You’re soft, edges gone fuzzy as he blinks at you with tired vision, tipping his head up for a kiss that you’re so eager to give him. You pluck the cigarette from between his lips and lick into his mouth real slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that makes him want to sit you on his lap, makes him want to bury his face in your tits and just exist wrapped up in you.

Instead he winds an arm around your waist from where you’re standing next to him as he’s seated at his desk, smokes and smokes, fills the air with grey that makes the whole world hazy.

“I’ve had a real bad fuckin’ day, honey.” He grumbles around his cigarette, huffing and puffing and grinding his teeth in that way that makes you want to shove your fingers in his mouth or your tongue, just to let him alleviate some of the pressure.

His shoulders are tense from the stress of it all, of this case. He’s tense and he’s angry and you hate to see him so angry, so you drape yourself across his back, you slide your hands up and under the holster which wraps around his frame, you warm the leather with your hands in soothing strokes. As much as he wants to stay mad, he can’t, not with you so close, not with you lovin’ on him like this, so he lifts his face from where he’s frowning into a file in front of him, lifts it and shoves it into your cheek as he stubs the last remains of the cigarette into his ashtray that lives on the desk, hot tongue licking a stripe across your jaw.

Needy, hungry.

He’s always so hungry.

“I can tell,” You say eventually, coming around from behind him to gently push away the manilla folders and papers that litter his small corner of the bullpen, pushing them away to make room for your ass as you sit facing him. “In that case…I think you need something a little sweeter than this coffee.”

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