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justasparkwritings · 3 years

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Codename Cupid: Chapter 7

Previous: Another Shot at Love Pt. 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi X OFC

Genre: Secret AgentAU, AgentAU, Light Strangers to Lovers AU, Light Fluff, First Date

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: OT7 prepares for the next phase in their plan. Seokjin has drinks with an unlikely friend.

Codename: Another Shot At Love Pt. 2

Fall After Graduation

It had been a rude awakening when Euna realized Seokjin wasn’t in love with her and didn’t love her. She had been so sure he did that she hadn’t questioned why he never said it, or why she never let those three words slip from her lips. When Jin had broken up with her, devastating the image of their life she had created, she swore she would be more careful. She swore this time, with Yoongi, there would be no Pinterest boards, no texting friends, no romanticizing their relationship by thinking he might be the one, no playlists in his honor. This time, she wouldn’t get her heartbroken.

Yoongi was everything Seokjin wasn’t and everything he swore he would be. He listened, he cared, he showed up when he said he would and when Euna said she loved him, he didn’t recoil. He leaned in almost as hard as she did, throwing caution to the wind.

“Do you ever think of getting married?” Euna asked in mid-October, head resting against Yoongi’s bare chest as they snuggled under the blankets of her bed. An old episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race starting in the background, casting a pink and bright light into the darkness of Euna’s bedroom.

“Uh, no not really,” Yoongi responded. “Why do you?”

“Yeah, I think it might be nice, to someday get married, have a family,” Euna snuggled closer to Yoongi, ear pressed against his heart. He inhaled slowly, monitoring the rhythm.

“Maybe, I don’t know,” Yoongi said again.

“Mm, my parents are looking forward to meeting you on Sunday,” Euna’s delicate reminder sent Yoongi’s mind into overdrive.

“Yeah, it’ll be great,” He answered.

“My siblings are very excited; they’ve never met a boyfriend of mine.”

“Can we turn this off? I’m getting tired.” Yoongi cut the conversation short, the list of things he had to do before Sunday ran through his mind unperturbed.

“Yeah, of course,” Euna sat up and looked at him, his words had hinted at distress, but his eyes were calm.

Leaning in to place a soft kiss on her lips, Yoongi muttered, “Goodnight,”

“Goodnight, love you,” Euna said. Yoongi only nodded before laying down and closing his eyes. He was fucked.

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“She wants to marry you?” Seokjin nearly yelled as he looked over parts of the transcripts from last night.

“No, she wants to get married, to someone, and have kids,” Yoongi corrected.

“How many months has it been?” Hoseok asked, eyes moving from his documents.

“Four,” Seokjin and Yoongi said at the same time.

“You have to make it a few more months,” Namjoon reminded him.

“She’s planning a wedding!” Yoongi yelled.

“Have you bugged her computer?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes, she has several Pinterest boards, but they have been inactive for nearly two years,” Yoongi had deep dived her accounts, scoured them for any sign of mistrust or malfeasance, all he’d found was Pinterest boards dedicated to the life she thought she was building, or could be building, with Seokjin. It was all wishful thinking, honest to god hope that Cupid had placed in their relationship. Yoongi felt remorseful that his intentions weren’t pure, all she wanted was to find love that was different from what her family had given her. He couldn’t fault her for that desire.

“Okay, so she’s not planning your wedding yet, which is fine. You’re not going to marry her.” Hoseok was busy updating Yoongi’s driver’s license, the fake was near expiration and the mandates had changed.

“How ethical is it to continue a relationship when you’re not in love, and don’t want to be with that person?” Seokjin looked from Yoongi to Namjoon, hoping one of them would have an answer.

“Cupid isn’t a person, she’s part of an organization that is ruining the globe,” Yoongi snapped.

Stepping in before the men could continue sparring, Namjoon spoke, “We have a plan, Yoongi just has to stick with it.”

“Four more months?” Yoongi asked.

“Give or take,” Namjoon said.

“Fine, but if it gets any fucking weirder –

“You can start becoming distant January 1, that’s the earliest phase 3 can be enacted,”

“Fine,” Yoongi grit his teeth.

“You’re meeting the family next week, are you ready?”

“That also seems a bit much, right?” Seokjin asked.

“Worldwide, shut up.” Yoongi wasn’t all bite, but when it came to work, there was no space for his gummy smile and penchant for random dancing.

“Yoongi,” Namjoon warned.

“I know the plan. Dinner, ask leading questions, hint at CEO, get a read on how Cuttlefish is doing, snoop,” Recited Yoongi, “And it wasn’t me who suggested the dinner, it was Cupid.”

Seokjin nods, knowing he overstepped his bounds. Trust Yoongi, Namjoon’s voice rung in his ears. Trust Yoongi.

“We’ve got Mochi set to go?” Namjoon asked Yoongi.

“Yeah, he’s got a trainee running security while he’s with his mark,” Yoongi answered, still seething at Jin.

“Where do these trainees come from?” Seokjin asked.

“Did you wake up today and decide you wanted to be deeply annoying?” Yoongi’s eyes narrowed at Jin, daggers glaring into his hyung. “Because you’re fucking excelling.”

“Yoongi, go to your office and prepare,” Namjoon snapped, tired of the bad attitude Yoongi had been sporting since Euna brought up marriage. “If you’re going to be a dick, be a dick alone.”

“Fine,” Yoongi huffed.

Namjoon turned his attention from Yoongi to Seokjin. “Yoongi isn’t always-

“It’s been over a year, he still doesn’t like me,” Jin interrupted. “I’ve done exactly what he’s asked me, brought him coffee, tried to become his friend, and he continues to look at me as if I’m Dick Cheney, circa 2006.”

“It’s not a you-thing, Jin,” Namjoon took his glasses off before placing his hands over his face. “Yoongi doesn’t like change. He’s usually easy going, and in his heart, he’s very soft and welcoming. But you’re the eldest now, you bring a new energy that in whatever way, plays up his, and brings out Hoseok. He wants to be your friend, he does, but he has a hard time crossing the line between colleagues and friends who hang out in their free time. He’s been through a lot, and this relationship with Cupid is bringing up every emotion he thought he’d worked through. He’s been working his ass off for four years on this case and wasn’t in any place to be in a relationship this intense. Yoongi doesn’t get close to people until they prove themselves to him. Don’t ask me what the test is, I don’t know, but please, be understanding and patient. He’ll come around.”

“If you say so,” Seokjin mumbled. Gathering his things, he stood to walk towards his office. Yoongi watched as he passed, knowing full well he owed Jin an apology.

“You wanna get a beer after work?” Yoongi had followed Jin to his office and stood in the door frame, head covered in a black beanie, matching his black v-neck and dark wash jeans. He looked like he was ready to begin hibernating.

“You’re speaking to me?” Jin didn’t look up from his monitor, his college behavior, one that Euna had worked so hard to get rid of, had come back in full force.

“Yeah, and I’m sorry I was a dick. You wanna get a beer after work?”

“Your apology sucks, but sure,” Jin responded.

“Cool, wheels up at 7,” Yoongi shuffled back to his office, glancing at Namjoon through the glass and rolling his eyes at the smirk on his boss’ face.

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The bar wasn’t crowded when Seokjin and Yoongi walked in, and finding a table easily lent itself to an awkward few minutes waiting for the server. Yoongi moved through the space with ease, a telltale sign he’d been there before. In his year working with OT7, Jin had learned a lot about how to be perceptive and cunning, how to notice things he had once overlooked. He’d taken a page from Henry Spencer’s book, and mindlessly counted the hats in the room. It was too easy, with ten people in the bar, the only hat belonged to Yoongi.

“Look, I don’t do well with change. I’m sure Namjoon has told you as much,” Yoongi started.

“Yeah, he did.”

“I have very few friends, I’m not great at relationships of any kind,” Yoongi explained. “I’ve never, I’m not good at it.”

“Do you want to be?” Seokjin asked.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying. Joonie and Hobi have been great.”

“Joonie?” Seokjin giggled.

“Yeah, when he lets you into his inner circle, you can call him Joonie,” Yoongi laughed. “I’m sure he’ll like, take you to a Bonsai garden and explain his life too,”

“Why are you the first?”

“I’m the most guarded, and the eldest until you,” Yoongi sipped his beer.

“So how exactly did you –

“You don’t join our group or go looking for us. We find you,”

“Like how you found me?” Jin asked.

“Like how they found all of us, except Joon. But that’s his story to tell.”

“When did they find you?”

“I started training when I was 17, but before that I was already coding,” Yoongi told him. “They showed up at my house, Namjoon in tow.”

“Namjoon was there?”

“He was so small, he looked so scared. He’s only a year younger than me but I could tell he’d seen some shit. Anyway, they talked to my parents who decided I could forgo my basic, subpar high school experience and work full time. Hobi joined shortly after and the three of us became brothers. They’ve been my best friends for what feels like decades. I’d bleed for them, and they’d do the same for me, no questions asked.” Yoongi told him.

Jin nodded, he’d sensed the impenetrable bond between the men when he’d first arrived. Yoongi was right, Hobi and Namjoon had wanted to take him out, have a heart to heart, a melding of the minds, but Yoongi, as the eldest, was the first to follow through.

Sipping his beer, Seokjin spoke, “Have you always been on security?”

“Yes,” Yoongi answered.

“How did they find you?” It was a question he’d been wanting to ask for over a year, how did we all end up here, and who do we work for?

Smirking, Yoongi answered with a shrug of his shoulders. “Allegedly I broke into too many government agencies across the globe,”

“What?” The shock on his face couldn’t be erased.

Shrugging again, “Allegedly,”

“Allegedly, you figured out how to de-crypt and force your way into government systems to do what? Steal information?” Seokjin’s voice was a hushed whisper, eyes never leaving Yoongi’s but conscious of the loitering individuals around them.

“Allegedly, it was just for fun,” Yoongi smiled as he laughed, gums on display, his antics proving to be humorous all these years later.

“Allegedly, how old were you?”

“Oh, like 16,” Yoongi sipped his beer.

“16?”

“They catch us young,” He answered.

Pushing his way through his concern, Seokjin asked, “Which country was the easiest?”

“Anyone in South America, Europe, US and Canada were allegedly, child’s play,”

Seokjin sat with that for a moment, thinking through the countries and continents left. “Asia the hardest?”

“Asia, Russia, some African countries, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia, UAE, very difficult, but allegedly, not impossible.” Yoongi wasn’t laughing anymore, a smirk replaced his joyous grin.

“You’re a badass,” Seokjin spoke without thinking.

“Yes,”

“Do you like work?” Jin questioned.

“I love it. Do you like it?”

“I don’t know yet,” He shrugged.

“Mm, you hate that I’m dating Cupid,” Yoongi offered.

Pausing to acknowledge the feeling in his chest, he took a beat before answering. “I’m not jealous, I just, I wish we had had a better ending. It feels so unresolved, and tenuous. She deserved more than what I could give her.”

“Yeah, but that’s the job,”

“I don’t have to like it just because that’s the job,” Jin rolled his eyes.

“True, but you have to get over it.”

“Why did the marriage talk really freak you out?”

“I have a fucking heart, Jin,” Yoongi exhaled slowly, “Just because it isn’t in this relationship, doesn’t mean I want to break hers. Now I have to deceive her? That’s fucking brutal, she’s barely recovered from you.”

“Do you have feelings for her?” Jin wanted to know.

“No,”

“No?”

“Cupid is nice, but, honestly, I threw a fit when Joon brought me the plan.”

“He didn’t come up with the plan?”

“What you have to understand,” Yoongi lowered his voice, “is that there’s always someone to answer to. Always.”

“You don’t want to get married?” said Jin.

“I might, someday, but like I said, I’m not good with relationships,” Yoongi was nothing but truthful and sincere.

“That’s what you have to remember when you have dinner with the Valentine’s,” Seokjin said absentmindedly. “They’re all so desperate to be loved, that every relationship they’re in becomes overwhelmed by their desire to keep it afloat. Their worst relationships, though, without a doubt, are the ones they have with each other.”

Next: Codename Another Shot at Love Pt. 3

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trying-write-fanfics · 4 years

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Shouji Mezo X Reader part 23 Remember

They got to the empty dorms. The remainder of the walk back they agreed they would keep things in the down low, not only because of the class/ assumed rules, but they were each other’s first not girlfriend/boyfriend. Just to say that out loud was overwhelming.

Y/n sat on the kitchen counter as Shouji cleaned her neck wound. She told him he didn’t have to worry anymore since Dallas did get caught. He held the back of her head as he dabbed the wound with a washcloth. She even told him the full story about how Dallas tried to kill her, but she didn’t seem too bothered by that fact.

“You don’t hate him?” Shouji asked.

“No, he was losing his mind. No one was giving him a second chance like I got here.” she told him.

Shouji didn’t feel the same. He hated the fact how easy it was for Y/n to be put in danger, no phone, lost in a mall, and doesn’t have a quirk to depend on. That wasn’t completely true, she did hold her own with her combat skills, but looking at those marks she didn’t use them, probably because it was Dallas, her knight that let her escape her tower.

“He still shouldn’t have sliced your neck like that.” Shouji put a bandage on the wound.

“Well he’s going to jail, so you won’t have to worry your handsome, big heart anymore.”

“Han- you don’t think anyone else would be after you?” He asked her.

“You’re on edge aren’t you?”

“This wouldn't be the first time that my class was targeted.”

“Oh yeah, the USJ, I doubt the people I worked with are connected with them. They were mostly drug dealers and thieves, not like assault people or murders...I hope.” She told him.

“You don’t know?”

“I knew the inner circle, but I wasn’t a part of it. I didn’t even get anything when we were robbing. I was just happy to be in something like gym class again.” She told him, sliding off the counter. “I’m sure if they told me they killed someone they knew it would scare the crap out of me.”

She took Shouji’s hand and twirled herself off the kitchen tile. Completely unafraid of his appearance. Y/n dramatically stuck her landing like she was a ballerina, or maybe she was. Shouji was learning all the things he didn’t know about her.

“You think if I never got my ass beat by Aizawa, that one day you would have to arrest me and it would be like enemies to lovers kinda deal?” She asked him. “Because when I first saw you I knew I wanted to converse with you.”

“Maybe when I’m reading you your rights you would get me with your Y/n charm lines.” he laughed.

“Damn, guess I gotta stay on the straight and narrow if I wanna keep you around.” She joked.

Though Shouji was wearing a mask, his hand naturally felt the need to cover his face. He didn’t think that he really turned a criminal into changing sides because of his so called “good looks”, but it was still fun. Their feelings were said, and now they could just be young students with their feelings out in the open with one another.

They found themselves sitting on the couch. Y/n was leaning into his chest with her legs up. His hand was resting on her knee as she painted his nails black and told him silly ideas and concepts about just general topics.

“You and Tokoyami are probably the most goth boys in the class.” she said.

“What group do you fit into?” he asked.

“I guess technically since I was friends with Brittany, I was a popular mean girl, but I didn’t pick on people that much. Just a couple of guys who ruined my locker, so I never got over that.”

“How did they ruin it?”

“I was just getting my books and they were spraying their water bottles at each other, the water got all over my binders and homework. Losing my crap I ruined their chances of dating two of my gorgeous friends Regina and Brittany and I would insult them everyday, they didn’t even try to apologize.”

“Did anyone even want to date Brittany ?” He asked her, not really fond of that name.

“Yeah, she had a pool, and her mom packed her lunches so full that she always shared with Regina and I. Her mom always got the fancy snacks.” Y/n explained.

Those things did raise status in the eyes of middle schoolers.

“Isn’t your family loaded?’ he asked her.

“Doesn’t mean they wanna spend that money on me!’ She laughed. “But I guess since I have my mom’s credit card I could give the dorms a pool.”

“We already have one, but you need permission.” he told her.

“I need a pool of my own just to piss off Aizawa.” she told him.

“During the USJ attack I actually had to carry him. The fighting got real bad when there was this thing that looked like a bird with a brain sticking out of it.” He told her.

“Aizawa got hurt by a what?”

“If I remember right they were called a NOMU.” he told her.

“Huh. Do you think you need therapy from carrying your teacher’s almost corpse?”

“The school has counselling sessions I’ve used once.” he told her. “They got a little off track.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” she asked in the same tone he asked about the cut on her neck.

“Maybe later.” he ruffled her hair.

It was nice how Y/n let Shouji communicate with his touch. How nice it must be to have a mutual crush with feelings open and there. Y/n took the hand she just painted and pressed his palm to her cheek.

“I think black is your color.” She told him. “That and pale blue looks good on you.”

“It’s because of your talent for painting nails.” He told her.

Y/n went to his next hand and started painting it pale blue. His arms kept her legs and feet warm as she painted. He was just enjoying her talk about silly things. It was calming for him. Typically he would rather just have silence, but Y/n was special. He wanted to learn more and listen to her. Some of the class began coming into the dorm door. They were all shocked at the sight.

Yeah Y/n and Shouji seemed close, but the first glance seemed like they were cuddling just out in the open, but two more seconds they saw she was painting Shouji’s nails. Weird, and they were confused, was there a move made or not?

“What are you two doing?” Iida asked.

“I’m painting Shouji’s nails, what does it look like?” Y/n said.

Like they were cuddling. Shouji’s arms were around her legs for crying out loud.

“Like you’re making me jealous.” Mineta said.

“Why is Y/n painting your nails?” Momo asked.

“She offered.” Shouji said.

Y/n and Shouji may have only known each other for a short while, fell hard for one another, but they had an unspoken language and that was, don’t announce the relationship to the class just yet.

“Are we still on for movie night?” Y/n asked.

“You look like you’re feeling better after getting attacked.” Jirou said.

“It nice having wonderful friends who support you.” She told them.

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talltalesandbedtimestories · 4 years

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A View To A Winchester (Part 16)

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Summary: Julie’s starting a new life after divorce in a home with a very nice view.

A Dean X OFC story. I got this idea staring out the view of my home office window and thinking how nice it would be to have Dean Winchester to ogle.

Section Word Count: 3,200

Section Content: fluff, flirting, angst, smut, R-rated language, oral sex

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The drive back from Cas and Jack’s, after dropping them off, was quiet except for the airstream whipping past and into Baby’s cabin, and the Zeppelin soundtrack. Dean liked that Julie seemed fine just… being. And, just being with him. Not a ton of talk filling up the space between them.

After two weeks of being brushed off by Julie - dealing in her own way, which he respected, with the crazy shit she’d gone through - he felt anything but distant from her now. He’d come to terms with a lot during Julie’s unspoken restraining order. One, that this was turning into something greater than an infatuation. Another, Julie was not another hot chick of the week that he could save and reap sexy rewards and move on. This was not a throwback to his full-time hunting slash lothario days. Most important and scariest: he really wanted to keep her in his inner circle.

The question that kept resounding in his head. How? How would he do that, tell her everything, deal with the fallout? How does anything normal form after I show my hand? He could make love to this beautiful woman for days and days and enjoy every goddamn second of it. But, how could he really get close to her? And keep her safe? He realized how much he craved wanting to keep her safe. Story of my life.

Fuck it. Just making my head hurt with this round and round bullshit. She’s here. Now. His fingers crept over the front seat and wedged into the slit of crossed, warm, silky bare thighs. With a nonchalant motion, she angled more in his direction and allowed better access. A light smirk lined her lips as she stared out the passenger side window; the curve of her nose more prominent in the profile he glanced at again and again. He didn’t tease further, even though he wanted to dip his fingers into her folds; see if she was wet, soaked. He’d been dealing with a semi all fucking day, after all. She better be drenched. Only fair.

His palm pressed into her skin. Just inches away from that sweet snack. His tongue swirled in his mouth, remembering how tangy and sweet she tasted. How she bucked and twisted and ticked like a little time bomb. How gorgeous she looked when she came for him. He debated if he should pull off to the shoulder and eat her out again before they got home. Right in the front seat. He shook his head. No. That’ll lead to a fast and quick fuck. Way too quick. Dean shifted in his seat and caught Julie staring at him in confusion. “What are you arguing with yourself about?” She smiled.

Dean cleared his throat. “Nothin.”

By the time he was at his front door, working the lock open, he was amped and ready to pounce. It took every ounce of will power to rein in his need.

Her body leaned into his back. The warmth of her chin rested into the dip under his shoulder blades. “Getting tired, sweetheart?”

“Nope. Just like being close to you.”

He smiled, gaining entry. “So cheesy, it’s cute.”

“Yeah. You’re rubbing off on me.”

A flick of a nearby wall switch turned on the ceiling fan light in the living room. His eyes inventoried the space. Not the cleanest; but not the dirtiest it’s been, either. He spun and pulled her into the house by an arm and kicked the door closed. “I wanna rub all over you.”

Julie’s surprised and awakened eyes met his grin. She laughed. “Promise?”

His body pressed into the curves he wanted to memorize and ride all damn night. He nodded into a kiss that began on her lips, swept over her cheeks and trailed down the side of her neck. His fists curled into and tightened the t-shirt around her waist. “Italians do it better, huh?” He mumbled against her skin. ”We’ll see about that.”

A tight hitch of air caught in his throat at the feel of her fingers searching, finding, then fumbling with his belt buckle. His cock was inflating to fuck ready status in his jeans at an alarming rate, even for him. The strap loosened in an instant. Clinking of metal. A deft pull of leather through the denim loops, like a rip cord. Or a whip. The thought of Julie in a shiny black vinyl bustier swinging a riding crop made him bite his bottom lip.

His posture straightened. He dipped his chin to his chest to examine her thorough attentiveness with the task at hand. He didn’t relent his hold, pulling her even closer with clenched fists twisted in her t-shirt. The top of her lids and long lashes fluttered, staring at her own hands unbuttoning, unzipping. Quick inhales and exhales escaped her open mouth. He spied the tip of her tongue teasing that cupid’s bow. “Shit.” He moaned at the sight and feel of her fingers delving under the denim of his open fly, under the waistband of his boxer briefs, touching the heat and rigid state of his cock. She caressed and cupped his bulge, flicking her thumb over the head.

She tilted her face up to stare at him with those pretty brown eyes, tinted dark and heavy with lust. She rose up on tiptoes and kissed him. Her tongue tasted, investigated, matching the pace of her now stroking fingers.

His tongue swirled and danced with hers until she took a long languid suck. She pulled on the tip, held it hostage, then nibbled. The responsive muscle popped out of her mouth and he gasped. “Like having your way with me, sweetheart?” His chest heaved.

She grinned and nodded. “I wanna taste you.”

He gulped. “Bedroom’s this way.”

A shake of her head swung her ponytail. “Here. Can’t wait a second longer.” She kissed his lips one more time. The slide down his body was slow, meeting resistance from Dean who refused to release her t-shirt from his grasp. A sigh escaped from her lips. She pulled her hands out of his pants and lifted arms straight up. His eyes widened as she shimmied out of the shirt like it was a snake skin. The hypnotic display ended with her kneeled in front of him in a white cotton bra and those sweet jean shorts. The tops of her breasts stuffed into the cups rose and fell with her eagerness. His eyes lit up, glancing behind at the bare soles of her cute little feet. When the hell did she take off her sneakers and socks? She’s a little magician.

“That’s not gonna be comfortable on the hardwood, sweetheart.” He groaned at the pull of her fingers to get his jeans and underwear off. “Wait. Just a couple seconds longer.” He tossed her inside out t-shirt on one of the plaid couch cushions and strained to reach the blanket he always had over one of the armrests. He toed out of his sneakers and tossed the folded throw on the floor between them. His hands pulled her up by her armpits like a ragdoll. Long enough to nudge the blanket under her knees. “You’ll thank me later. Not as young as we used to be.” He grinned.

“You’ll thank me now.” She hummed and worked all of his bottom layers off in one quick peel to his thighs. His cock sprung out. She licked her lips at the sight and rocked back on her heels. “Of course, even this is pretty.” His grin dropped when her fingers slipped around the length and stroked, steady and slow. “Something this pretty shouldn’t have had to suffer all day.”

Damn. He rocked his head back. She’s good at this. “Longer than that.” He whispered.

“Hm?” He felt her rise up, using his cock as a handlebar. “What did you say?” Warm breath breezed over the tip. Her tongue flicked out to taste him. “Hm.” A satisfied moan. “What did you say, baby?” she repeated.

Shit. She’s using ‘baby’ now, too. He grit his teeth as the pace of her strokes picked up. He stared at the ceiling. “Been longer than a day.” The statement released from his throat with a struggle.

“How long has it been?” Another taste.

The words hiccupped out with each downward pump on his dick. He wouldn’t have been able to lie at that moment, even if he tried. “I haven’t… taken care of things… since that night we... were interrupted... by Cas.”

She stilled. “What?”

He sighed at the reprieve, still staring at the ceiling. “Lot going on, sweetheart. You were in the hospital and then when you got back home, things were… well, all that stuff you’ve been working through... I was too worried about you to jack off to naughty thoughts involving you.”

“Dean.” There was a hint of amazement in her voice.

God. I can feel her breath on my dick. Gonna cum on her face like it’s my goddamn first time if I can’t slow it down. Think about something else, anything else. Maybe I should paint the ceiling soon.

“That’s been over two weeks. Is that… normal for you?” Her fingers squeezed the base of his cock.

I can probably grab a couple gallons at the paint depot this week. He shrugged. “I’m pretty regular. Once a day. Sometimes more than that.”

“Have you been saving that all for me?”

I can hear the grin in her voice. Why the hell did I think abstaining was such a good idea again? “Did you think I was kidding earlier? When I said the next time I came it was going to be inside of you?”

Her lips pressed to the tip of his cock. “You didn’t specify where inside of me.” She moaned and without any warning sucked him into her mouth.

Dean hissed at the wet, pillowy texture of her beautiful mouth surrounding his pulsing, rock hard length. She took him in slow, humming in what sounded like gratitude to Dean’s ear. Her fingers wrapped and worked the stem. “Goddamn it, sweetheart.” He let out a low growl.

Her mouth and hands pulled back. “Dean. Look at me.” He groaned and dropped his head. Her lips were pink and full, eyes narrowed, palms resting on her thighs. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” He stroked her cheek. “Just, not as young as I used to be.”

“You’ve already said that.” She smiled and leaned into his fingers. “Neither am I. I think age provides some worthwhile experience.”

He sighed. “Oh, I agree. You’ve definitely got the experience part down.” Shit, that didn’t come out right. She didn’t seem to be paying his words much mind, with his cock in her face. “But, I let go now, don’t know how much good I’m going to be…” Her head tilted. She caught his thumb in her mouth, never breaking eye contact. One slow suck. “Damn.” Dean gulped.

“Do you want to let go?” She asked when she finished giving his digit attention.

He nodded.

“Then let go. One condition.” His cock twitched when her fingers held onto the base again. “You keep your eyes on me. And, I gotta hear that voice of yours, baby.”

He grinned as she moved closer to the tip, dripping with precum. “That’s two conditions.” He cradled the back of her head, fingers burrowing into her hair. “Lick my cock, sweetheart.”

She moaned, pressed her tongue to the tip, then swiped it over her lips. They glistened with his slick. Another long lick. “You’re going to cum so hard, aren’t you?” she asked in a low whisper.

There it is. That sexy as hell tone. “Yeah.” He grunted.

Pumping him now, using his excitement to lube him up, as she continued. “I’m gonna feel it, pulsing through this thick cock, right before you give me all of it.”

“Hm. Suck me, baby. I want to feel that nasty, sweet little mouth wrapped around me.” His fingertips dug into her scalp. She did what she was told. Lips slurped him down, mouth suctioned to his skin. The tongue swirled up at the tip before her mouth descended to swallow as much of his length as she could. Over and over. “Fuckin’ hell. That’s nice. Just like that. So fuckin’ good, baby.”

The moan in response vibrated into his cock. Her hands gripped his ass, using the leverage to push him into her mouth deeper. The position of her head and mouth maneuvered his cock like a lever. He could feel the tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged, took a second to regroup, then continued. When the tip eased down her throat the next time she swallowed in acceptance. Then again. Every damn time.

“Shit.” He groaned loud and pistoned his hips with her guidance. “Fucking your mouth feels so sweet. I can’t wait to fuck that pussy.”

More moans in agreement.

“I’m close, baby.”

Moaning.

“You ready?”

“Mm-hm.” One of Julie’s hands gripped the base.

“Fuck.” Dean moaned. His body tensed. All his energy shot straight to his cock. He felt his cum pulse through him, under her fingers. It spilled warm and thick into her mouth, wrapped tight around his tip. She moaned in surprise at the surge as it kept coming. She swallowed. Kept swallowing. His heart was ready to burst out of his chest. “Fuckin’ hell.” He shivered at the insistence of her mouth, licking him clean, as he came down from the high. “I gotta…” He crumpled to the floor in an awkward position, the waistband of his jeans clamping his thighs together.

Her hands cupped his jaw. “Okay?”

His breathing was ragged. “Yeah… yeah. I’m good. That was…” He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. He moaned at the little lick she gave him and tasted the salt and tang of his release. “Was that okay for you?”

She grinned. “God, yes. You looked so hot when you came in my mouth. I broke you for a second. It was heaven.” She laughed.

He raised a brow. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Of course, you helped by refraining for so damn long. Don’t do that to yourself again…” She raised a brow back, “unless I tell you to.”

Damn, she’s such a cute little dominatrix. His forehead melded against hers. “Deal. Can we go to bed and maybe rest for a bit? Give me a chance to recharge?”

“Yeah.” She hopped to her feet. Dean licked his lips at the way her tits bounced in the bra. Two outstretched arms flung to his aid. “Come on, old man.”

He frowned. “You aren’t that far behind me, you know?”

She shrugged. “Not ahead of you being the key takeaway, here, Dean.”

He waved off the assistance. “I’ve got it.” He huffed and rolled toward the couch, his back to her. The cushions supported his hands. He bent both knees under him in the still wrapped at the thighs state and catapulted up. Very smooth. I just full-out mooned her.

He worked his jeans and underwear back up his waist, but not quick enough before Julie was able to assess, “Gymnastics are impressive. You have a great ass, by the way.”

He chuckled and tossed a grin over his shoulder. “Thank you, sweetheart. You have great everythings.”

She blushed. After having gone down on and sucked him dry, she still blushed. His cock twitched. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed her a water.

“Bedroom’s this way.” He cocked his head to the small hallway. She took a sip and followed. He smiled at the fact she left her t-shirt on the couch. “If you need the bathroom,” he tapped on the door they passed to their left. A quick knob twist at the end of the hall opened the door to his bedroom. He snapped on a tiny table lamp and sat by the desk and cabinet his weapons were locked away in.

Her fingers tapped on the plastic bottle before placing it on the desk. She pulled out her phone and small wallet to rest beside it. “Pretty neat and tidy. Your army Dad teach you that?” She pointed to the sharp corners and tight sheet formation covering his bed. She pulled out the ponytail tie and dropped it on the desk, ran her fingers through the wavy mane to guide it behind her shoulders. Damn, she’s pretty. He licked his lips and watched the ends settle almost at the middle of her back.

I really have told her a lot without telling her everything. His mind rushed back to the texts and calls they’d shared before the bad shit happened. And she remembers all of it. “It’s easy to keep things neat when you don’t have a lot.” He spread his legs, rubbing his thighs, trying to relax as the worry built. The hurried glances around the bedroom took stock of the scene. What might tip her off to the life he’d tried so hard to hide? He was always careful, at least he hoped, just in case.

Julie circled the room in her bare feet. The white bra shimmered in the barely lit space. Her hands burrowed into the shorts pockets. Shadows accentuated the curves of her bare skin. My own little Daisy Duke. He bit his lip, refraining from voicing the comment out loud. It might make her skittish and grab that forgotten t-shirt, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He watched her take in the sparse bits of the life he did put on display. There were the three tiny polaroids on the dresser, resting against a cigar box. The photos were worn, torn, tired, but had survived the long journey with him. One was his four year old self with mom wrapping him up in a tight hug. Another was of the Winchester family, John, Mary, Dean, and baby Sammy, in their front yard in Lawrence, Kansas. The last was of him and Sammy by the Impala almost two decades ago, when poltergeists, wendigos, and the occasional demonic possession had been the worst things they’d come across. Bobby had taken that picture.

There was the old 40s record player, one of the few things he’d been able to salvage from the Men of Letters bunker after the implosion. His small collection of classic rock albums housed upright in the shelf below it. An oil painting he’d found at a thrift store of a prairie field, reminding him of Kansas, hung over the simple wood headboard that he’d refinished himself. Her self directed tour stopped in front of him. Her fingers danced over the silver letter opener on the desk that did double duty as a supernatural weapon.

He tapped his lap and smiled up at her. She raised an eyebrow, an inner debate playing out on her face, then slid atop one of his thighs. An arm wrapped around the cool skin of her waist. “What do you think?” he asked.

Fingers rubbed the nape of his neck. “I think,” her brown eyes lingered on his smile, “I’d like to mess up that neatly made bed with you.”

He kissed her, nice and slow, eventually whispering, “Hop on in, little lady.”

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TMG speaks with Dominic Santana (Suge Knight)

Dominic L. Santana and Demetrius Shipp Jr. star in ALL EYEZ ON ME Photo: Quantrell Colbert

It’s another rainy day in Miami. One of several consecutive cloudy, dreary days when TMG speaks with Dominc Santana. The future, however, is bright for Dominic. The Fayetteville, N.C. born actor is about to burst onto the scene as the infamous Suge Knight in the Morgan Creek film “All Eyes On Me” detailing the life of the iconic Tupac Shakur.

Dominic started his career in small roles in films such a “Black Knight” with Martin Lawrence and TV hits like “Dawson’s Creek”. He’s also appeared in shows and films like “Whitaker Bay”, “Palmetto Pointe”, “Little Britain” and more.

We were eager to sit down with him and get a sense of the actor playing one of the most notable personalities in hip hop history:

Danai Gurira stars in ALL EYEZ ON ME Photo: Quantrell Colbert

TMG How is the excitement building for you in anticipation of the premiere?

DS Of course it’s very exciting. Not only for myself but for the current (and soon to be) fans of Tupac to get to see this. They’ve been eagerly waiting for so long to see this story being told. They were there since we started filming and continued to follow us. I can’t wait for them to see it and what we did and how this can add to Tupac’s legacy.

TMG From what we understand, this role came to you somewhat by surprise. What happened?

DS Well it actually came up through the usual channel via my agent, however, what I didn’t know was that he had gone ahead and submitted me for the role. I had no idea he had done it. He called me up one day and said “Hey they’re shooting a Tupac movie and I submitted you for the role of Suge Knight”. It surprised me because I never thought of playing a character like Suge before. I don’t know why. It never even crossed my mind. I was one of the fans waiting on a Tupac movie as well. And so it all kinda came together and I’m crazy happy about it.

TMG That’s cool to hear. So let us ask you this..Suge Knight personified what it was like to be a business man and a bonafide gangsta at the same time. What kind of research did you personally do to prepare yourself to play one of the most notorious figures in music history?

DS Walking into the role there were a few things I could immediately relate on. When you’re a big and tall man like I am people are initially intimidated so that’s one thing. Suge is an Aries I’m an Aries so our dispositions are the same. That aggessive side that aggressive nature comes through at times. I’ve been an business owner and entrepreneur I haven’t really worked for anybody since I was like 21 yrs old. Being the boss being your own man. I tapped into that experience definitely. Having people under you that you have to be in charge of. The rest of it I did a lot of research digging up old videos especially obscure and candid ones. Ones that would show certain looks and mannerisms. Seeing Tupac and Suge interact. All those nuances helped. The biggest thing was having people who really knew them and know Suge like the main producer LT Hutton. He was at Death Row and started there. He spent a lot of time around them both and he help guide my study and research. The Outlawz, Dazz and others.. Much in the same way. They all shared stories. All these amazing stories that nobody knows to this day and they would just share all this insight. Even down to the twitch’s that Suge makes in his shoulder because of nerve problems. I absorbed it all.

Demetrius Shipp Jr. (seated, left) and Dominic L. Santana (standing) star in ALL EYEZ ON ME Photo: Quantrell Colbert

TMG If you had to say being on set and being part of the production process, What was the one key takeaway that you took away about Tupac that you didn’t know or realize before?

DS As I said, being a big fan of his I’ve spent a lot of time reading his poetry and song lyrics, listening to his music. What I really was amazed at was how involved he was on the activism side. We all knew he had that side but I didn’t realize how deeply it resonated with him. Or how big a part of his life it really was. I mean starting from childhood ya know with his mother being an well known activist with the Black Panthers and step father and other family members. I really think that had things been different, and he didn’t go down the music road, he would have been an activist and/or community leader. Some kind of leader fighting for rights.

TMG There’s a particular scene in the movie which we understand was an actual recreation of Tupac’s historic House Of Blues perfomance. It’s been said that the atmosphere on set was as if Tupac himself was there in spirit. Were you on set that day and what can you share?

DS Man that was one of my favorite days filming. I was scheduled to shoot all day but I didn’t have any actual lines that day. I was where they had built a VIP across from the stage in the crowd for the Death Row inner circle. All they needed from us were reaction shots to the party and the entire vibe of the place. We were there partying with girls and stuff. Hard work right.. LOL But I had the best seat in the house for this. It was a pivotal part of the film and Demetrius who plays Tupac was almost like possessed by him. This is when we all saw him in Tupac ‘the performer’ mode in his prime running around the stage. I had no idea how deep he put himself into it. He really did an amazing job. His every move was spot on. He was smashing it. That energy transferred to everyone there and so we really started to party like we were there. That day was just incredible.

TMG Speaking of Demetrius we also understand this might be one of his first acting roles if not his first ever acting role. For someone like yourself who’ve acted before and now you’re in a film with the lead who comes onset with just raw talent, how did you adapt to that?

DS The great thing about all of this was that in order to find Tupac you were gonna have to find a diamond in the rough. Period. I’m sure there are great actors but to capture the essence of this character they had to go with raw talent. I heard Michael B. Jordan was being considered at one point and he’s a phenomenal actor but I’m sure the producers didn’t see that either. He signed on in 2011 so all things considered he’s been studying and training and taking acting lessons from Angela Gibbs (an incredible acting coach and actress) for years to prepare for this role. I heard he even did some Shakespeare as Tupac had also done during his school years. This was way before I even auditioned so its arguable he’s worked harder than most.

TMG Tupac’s death is one of the most unfortunate occurrences in music history. What was it like to literally have a seat in the middle of the recreation of that fateful moment?

DS To know about it for so long and to remember it happening to go from that to sitting on the corner of Flamingo and Koval in 95 BMW next to someone who looks and dressed exactly as Tupac was unreal. You know what happens in that moment and it was rough actually. There were so many funny, intense and happy moments captured during the film and then to build up to and be there for this one, as fans, it was rough. Normally films are shot out of sequence but in this case this was actually the last scene shot and it was near the end of this amazing experience. It’s always emotional the last day of any shoot because you’re been working with these people day in and day out. And then for that to be the last scene. Creatively it gave that scene so much weight because it was truly the end of everything.

TMG For us, Tupac’s story is timeless. Not only for his rich musical history but also because of the abuse of power coming from the police. Which is still happening to this day. These elements of power and corruption still resonate so any thoughts on that?

DS It’s crazy because those elements are definitely still in play and we’re still dealing with them and we’re still seeing them in our society. We’re still having those discussions and seeing those situations. I tell people everyday.. You wanna be blown away listen to Tupac’s song ‘Changes’. You would think that he just released that song two weeks ago. You know what i mean. I mean that’s 20 years ago he was pointing out things to people. And these things are still not being addressed. I’ve experienced it in my own life multiple times.

TMG We’re gonna put you on the spot. Favorite Tupac tracks and after making the film do they mean even more to you now.

DS That’s tough to narrow to just two. I’ll go with ‘Me Against The World’ and ‘Changes’ which is one I always listen to. I’m very much in tuned with black and brown people and I always seem to get something from it. I’m a firm believer that entertainers, actors, etc. should use their notoriety to speak up on certain issues. I’ve had people try and hush me from speaking up. My mantra is I’d rather die on my feet and then live on my knees. Those tracks inspire me.

TMG What’s next for you

DS Several more films that I can really speak about publicly yet. I’m also a screen writer so looking to expand into that area a bit more moving forward.

TMG We wish you and amazing opening weekend and looking forward to seeing more of you in the future.

DS Thanks.. I’ll be keeping up with The Man Guide too.

All Eyez On Me opens this weekend

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