A LAWYER AND A TRAVEL AGENT; they have their share of differences, but they complement each other in ways she’ll likely never know. This exists in a different life; a new life. Nights that end before midnight: trying a restaurant, or sharing a recipe; then, maybe there’s a decent enough hockey team playing in the city. A stroll afterwards under the night sky full of stars, and a conversation that still finds them in the morning.
WHAT: Bingo Card task, solo video for Dani’s viewers from her live stream.
WC: 676
With everything going on, her drop in ranking, her grandmother’s sickness being real and in front of her from the week prior, and her frustration to make better content....Dani knew it was time to give her viewers what they wanted from her. While she got praise from her videos with other creators, her best work came from her live streams, the way she seemed to connect to her audience was great and the amount of money she made off them was undeniable.
So here she was, long back hair spilling down her almost bare back if it wasn’t for the red latex bralette she dawned, she couldn’t help that DD signature smirk that was etched on her lips. “I know, I know it’s been so long.” She said in response to a comment, unable to stop that perfectly timed giggle from falling out of her mouth. Humming as she looked at the rapidly moving screen, begging her to take off more, “Who wants to see a little more, huh?” She asked, instantly getting gifts in the form of money as a way to egg her on. “Whoa....calm down, babes.” The female teased, crawling up the bed and making sure her ass was facing the camera so they got a clear view of the way she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“See, I always come prepared? Did you all forget?” More dings of approval came in and she smirked as she kept her glance over her shoulder, grabbing a new gift she’d gotten in the mail. It was a beautiful red glitter filled dildo, safe of course, and her signature color. “Who wants to see me play with a new toy, huh?” It was controlled by the viewers, and after pushing a button that was connected to the room, she couldn’t help the giggle that came off her lips as it started buzzing in her hand. “Okay, okay, slow down. You all know how it goes, the bigger the gifts the harder it vibrates.” Sure enough after she said that, it buzzed aggressively in her hand, making her lick her lips, “Good babies.” She teased as she rolled onto her back, reaching behind her to unlatched her bra and toss it aside.
After some teasing in the form of rubbing the dildo down the valley of her breasts, she was sliding it in and out of her wetness, a sharp gasp of pleasure leaving her lips as she felt it buzzing and vibrating inside of her. “That’s good, mmmm.” She hummed, head rolling to the side as she fluttered her eyes closed, continuing the steady pace. Soon enough, she was pumping the toy in and out of her, the vibrations harsh enough to reach up to her clit now with the generous donations pouring in from her devoted viewers. “Please...” Dani whined, rolling her hips against the motions given to her with her hand guiding the glittery dildo in and out.
For a moment, she forgot about all her stressors, this alone was the reason she got into this industry. She felt free for a moment, like she wasn’t weighted down at her ankles, and as her body began to shake from the climax rushing through her small from.....she felt a genuine smile break through her Danger persona.
It was just what she needed.
Sighing as she slowed down her hips, she sighed and pulled out the toy, smirking as she licked it clean as it kept buzzing in her mouth. Popping it out of her cherry red lips, she crawled to the end of the bed, face glowing from her climax alongside all the praise her viewers were giving her. At this point, she’d be able to pay rent with no problem after taking a few vacation days. Sitting up, she tilted her head to the side with that signature dark smile, black locks spilling over her bare breasts in a vision that screamed her wicked persona, “Thanks for tuning in.” She purred before leaning forward, pushing the webcam off with the tip of her finger.
OPPOSITE SIDES OF WAR. What begins as an unfortunate clashing of operations, pure happenstance and wrong-place-wrong-time, gradually develops into a relationship of mutual understanding. KGB AND CIA. Their organizations are fatally opposed, yet their arranged and spontaneous meetings span decades. Mutual understanding is the simple description, but what they have between them … is too complicated for anyone but them to comprehend. They’re enemies, until they’re not. It’s mutual respect. It’s camaraderie. It’s companionship. It’s a multi-faceted form of love. HE WON’T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO HER.
P.S. This genuinely knocked my boots and socks clean off. I CRACKED UP!!! Their only difference being that she is just SLIGHTLY more psycho than him … that moment when you have technicalities about who you kill and how SIGH!!!
Everyone please direct your attention to the top right square, second in: Cornelia and Stan Beeman (Noah Emmerich), who is Philip’s canonical not-boyfriend situationship friend gym partner FBI agent that moved in across the street <3 Now he has TWO situationships in the U.S. government, specifically placed over the ANTI-NATIONALIST square. Killed me. Someone save Phillycheese (he doesn’t wanna be saved)
MOSCOW WINTERS AND AMERICAN SUMMERS. Old friends reunited beyond years and borders. Through youth and extenuating circumstances, their differences are primarily surface level. Where they clash, butting heads, they balance each other; even then, it’s not so black and white. Difficult times, complicated lives, and in the middle of it all … it’s nice to see a familiar face. He’ll tease her like he once did as kids, and she’ll probably shake her head. Not only reminding him—of home, of himself, of what’s important—but comforting him, grounding him in their way. SIMPLY PUT: he missed her.
A chilly and quiet night in to get comfortable and stay warm. A movie they’ve seen already playing on the kitchen counter’s television while dinner comes together. A stack of books off to the side from the library—perhaps something non-fiction he’s picked out for her. They joke and they laugh, maybe from one glass too many. It’s simple. It’s nice.