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Masterlist

Loving Din - Din Djarin x Reader

What happens when a feared bounty hunter, adjusting to life beyond the mask, and an artist fall in love. Life is a dream, until everything changes.

Part I Part II Part III* Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX* Part X Part XI Part XII*

Whiskey & Gin - Agent Whiskey x Reader

New York in the 1970s is on fire and you are right in the middle of it, and as the newly (and reluctantly) appointed partner of Agent Whiskey, you find out it just keeps getting better.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4* Part 5* Part 6* Part 6.5*

Warm Like Whiskey: A Whiskey & Gin Story*

Spanking Oneshot*

Maxwell Lord

You’re The Devil, But So Am I*

I Will Break You*

Futile Devices - A Javier Peña/Call Me By Your Name AU

After completing your first year at The Juilliard School, you expect to spend the summer how you have your whole life - at your parent’s sprawling estate in Northern Italy. Raised by married and acclaimed novelists Christian & Daisy Slattery, this year Christian has invited his old college friend and fellow writer Javier Peña to stay with his family and collaborate on a new novel.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2  Chapter 3* Chapter 4* Chapter 5*

Endless Summer - Oberyn Martell x Reader

After taking you father’s place at the Martell’s infamous Summer Solstice feast, you catch the eye of both the Red Viper and his paramour.

Coming soon…

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The Pedro Character Asks*

* - smut

The Osiris Club

Summary: You’re the top dancer at the best strip joint Jersey has to offer— The Osiris Club. Sure, it’s grimy as hell, but it’s worth it whenever your favorite client comes in for a good time. 

Word Count: 5.5K 

Warning: Lemon, purely smutographical content, stripping, bumpin’ and grindin’, face sitting, tail fucking, rough sex, a little fluff at the end for good measure. 

A/N: IT’S DONE! Finally! I’m so fucking happy I was able to finish this fic, and just in time for the dvd release! I really hope you guys like it and that I did HB justice. Feedback is gold so don’t forget to drop me a line and reblog, bb’s!

* fanart commissioned by @dixxiemaegraphics​ *

Keep reading

Damian: *realizes he has feelings for Jon*

Damian: What do I do now?

Y/N: *Puts her hands on his shoulders and looks him dead in the eyes* Be as gay as possible and steal anything and everything your little gay hands can carry.

Dick: *Busting into the room* NO-

Semblance

Part 5 of the “Call Out My Name” series

Warning: None

Author’s note: 2 flashbacks because i love you guys 🥰 -samantha 🖤

Translation: 1. “Snova” ↠ Again 2. “Ulichnaya krysa” ↠ Street rat 3. “Prosti menya, lyubov’ moya” ↠ Forgive me, my love.

Credit to gif maker/owner.

You fired twelve rounds. All hitting the center of the target perfectly. One clean, crisp hole was the only imperfection on the paper. You reloaded and repeated the same act with your opposite hand.

“Snova!” The director commanded.

Like a robot, you reloaded your firearm quicker than lightning and fired another twelve rounds with each hand. Today was observation today, in which a couple of adjudicators would observe each student through a series of tests. Through this, they will be able to determine who is ready to move on from the Ruska Roma and serve the high table. Little to yours and his knowledge, the high table was secretly in pursuit of you and Jardani. For your skill set, yes. But you? There were other motives. The Tarasov’s were rising in power, but not quite there yet. Viggo Tarasov had a son, Losef. Viggo was eagerly seeking out suitors for Losef to ensure that when it was time for him to step down, the familial power would be passed down into suitable hands. Losef was not disciplined nor focused, and was quite reckless. He carried out his actions with no thought behind them. The young man was stuck in his ways. Viggo thought he would need a woman to guide him. Unfortunately for you, Viggo Tarasov thought you were the perfect candidate. Strong, smart, calculated, and a killing machine. It didn’t help much that you were beautiful, and his son was a sucker for beautiful women. If he wouldn’t listen to you, all you would have to do is bat your eyelashes at him. Your classmates whispered in the halls about your unofficial betrothal. You and your lover pretended that the reality of their words didn’t sting like pouring alcohol on an open wound.

“Of course they pick her.”

“They’re powerful. She’s so lucky.”

“There are better choices in here than her. That family is going to tear her apart.”

From a far corner, Jardani pensively stared at you. He observed everything from your form, the straightness of your shoulders, how delicate your dainty hands looked holding something so dangerous, the stony gaze on your face. He tried not to worry. You both were the best in this school. He knew you were. The both of you were going to get out of here together and serve together. The high table would only make a mockery of themselves if they didn’t select two of the finest assets from the Ruska Roma.

“What are you gawking at, boy?” A gruff voice demanded rudely. One of Viggo’s men.

Jardani forced himself not to scoff. He wasn’t doing anything disruptive, and yet here this man was in his business. As much as he thought he was a threat, he wasn’t. Jardani knew that and chose not to waste any energy on him.

“Nothing.” He mouthed off. “Sir.”

The older man laughed through his nose, a smug smirk on his face.

“She is not yours for the taking, ulichnaya krysa.” The man spat. “She belongs to Losef Tarasov.”

Jardani quietly snickered, setting him on edge. He yanked Jardani’s arm, but the boy didn’t budge.

“You think I’m funny, boy? Do I look like a fool to you?” He snarled.

Jardani shrugged.

“Anyone who thinks she belongs to anyone but herself is a fool.”

“I feel like since we’ve..reunited, we haven’t gotten the chance to talk.” You said, lowering your hands from his face to the sides of his neck.

John tensed.

“There isn’t much to talk about on my part.”

“Yes, there is.” You said thickly. “You just don’t think it’s important.”

He held his hands up in defense before plopping them down on the tops of your thighs.

“Alright. Ask me about what you want to know then.”

This was your chance. You could finally get some closure. The truth.

“Did you ever really love me?” You blurted out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up at you, his soft eyes sad.

“You know I did, Y/N.” He spoke just as quietly, his tone sligtly in disbelief.

“Then why didn’t you come find me?” You demanded. “You had your ticket, you could have came home any time you wanted to. You even knew I was with the Tarasovs and yet when you wanted to get out because you were gallivanting with another woman and came to Viggo, you never once thought to ask where I was?”

“Y/N-“

“And then, you came to Viggo again. You killed him and Losef. The people I was bound to. Once I didn’t have any commitment to those people, you still. Never. Tried.”

You leaped off of his lap, ripping his hands off of you and began to pace back and forth in your living room.

“I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t be angry with you. You moved on, I get it. Life doesn’t stop for anyone and years went passed before we got to where we are now. But you were so close, Jardani! I was so close to you without even knowing it, but you did.”

Your voice softened until your tears were rising back up again. You turned to face him, your broken expression mirrored on his face.

“And you still chose her.”

“Y/N…” He whispered. “I-I can’t even begin to..I can’t explain how sorry I am. I asked about you. I did. Viggo told me you were safe and that’s all I needed. I assumed you and Losef were married and okay-“

“I never married him.” You growled out. “You want to know why? Because I thought that you would come for me. I risked my entire life denying that family. I fought hard; blood, sweat, but no tears because I couldn’t cry while proving my worth to them. Proving to them that I was still a liable asset without marrying into the family because I thought I would fucking marry you!

“The least you could have done was leave Losef alive.” You spited.

You knew it would hurt him, and that’s exactly what you wanted. For him to feel the pain you felt all these years.

“Maybe I could’ve married him. Hell, maybe I could’ve fallen in love with him. But no, when you move on, it’s okay. When I do? You kill the man.”

“I was grieving, Y/N!” John shouted, slamming his fists on the coffee table. “He killed the last thing she left me with! That man doesn’t know how to love, Y/N, don’t be stupid. It’s not a good look on you.”

You snapped.

Reaching for the mini handgun you kept strapped under the coffee table, you fired a shot. The bullet grazed his shoulder. Normally, it wouldn’t have done any damage, but John had forgone this usual bulletproof blazer and was left in his white button up. He leaped away from your line of fire, clutching his shoulder.

“Let me guess, all of that lovey dovey I miss you shit for me is gone, isn’t it?” He gritted out.

“Long gone.” You seethed, stalking towards him predaciously.

“Y/N.” He warned, backing up into a wall. “Don’t. Don’t make me do this.”

You snickered.

“Are you threatening me, Jonathan?” You remarked.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” He fumed, stepping closer to you.

You didn’t let up, narrowing your eyes.

“Then what do I call you, Jonathan? John? Mr.Wick? Baba Yaga? Liar? Traitor? Serpent?”

John aggressively yanked your shoulders and shoved you against the wall, a large hand gripping your throat tightly.

“That’s not my name. You know it’s not.” He growled.

“Do I?” You choked out. “Because I don’t know you anymore.”

Something in his eyes switched. A twinkle of despair and a dash of realization. It was true. You were strangers to each other. Life had shaped you, and experience molded you. Jardani was left in the walls of the Ruska Roma. The Y/N he leff was a distant memory.

“Let me make it up to you. Please.”

A wicked smirk carved into your features.

“I like it when you beg.” You sadistically purred. “Do it again.”

To your disbelief, John slowly lowered himself to this knees in front of you. The vice grip on your throat was gone as he clutched your hands. He looked up at you like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. His smolder burned holes into your spirit.

“Please.” He whispered. “Prosti menya, lyubov’ moya,”

He kissed you hands desperately. A mess of mumbles, both russian and english, tumbled from his lips.

Forgive me. Please. Please forgive me. I’m sorry. You’re my heart. Forgive me.

Your hands lowered to his hair. You gripped it as he pushed your blouse up to reveal your stomach as he pressed kisses to your heated skin.

“Jardani,” You gasped.

“Please.” He whispered against you.

He began to kiss up your sternum until his lips latched on to your neck. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and hopped up. His arms hooked around your legs, looping them around his waist.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Y/N please.” He pleased desperately.

You grabbed his face and brought it up to yours.

“Don’t do that to me again. Don’t leave me.” You cried.

“I promise, baby. I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

At last, after decades, your lips met his.

There were many nights in which you knocked out after a long winded job. Those nights, you delved into ten to twelve hours of deep sleep. You appreciated the rare occasion in which you got decent hours of rest.

But this?

This was nothing compared to those nights.

His arms were firm and warm. His chest made for the perfect pillow. His legs intertwined with yours. You were in heaven. The best part? There was no one to stop you. It was just the two of you in your own home. No director, no instructors, no other classmates rooming next to you. The both of you were as loud as you wanted to be, there was no need to be cautious anymore. You had him back. You had your Jardani back.

His arms tightened around you as he rolled his shoulders back and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You felt his lips curve up into a small smile.

“Haven’t woken up like this in a long time,” He gruffed.

You sleepily laughed, moving his shaggy hair away from his face. You felt his hands wander lower to your hip, grazing a scar from a bullet. You got it from training in the Ruska Roma. Your partner had gotten frustrated at his own failures and out of anger, shot your hip. You had never seen Jardani so angry. He had lost all sense in him.

You fell to the floor with a yelp as the sharp pain intensified. Audible gasps and shocked remarks left your classmates’ mouthes.

“Y/N!” Jardani yelled.

He moved to step out of line, only to be stopped by the director.

“Up, Y/N.” She demanded.

Jardani eyed her in disgust.

“She’s hurt, director!”

“She is not helpless, Jardani.” She commented. “Y/N, again.”

“He fucking shot her!” He screamed in anger, launching forward and tackling your perpetrator. Chaos broke out as he landed heavy blows to the shooter’s face.

“Jardani! Back! Now!” The director yelled. “Y/N, I will not repeat myself. Up”

“No. She’s done for today.” He growled, shoving your opponent to the ground like a rag doll before making his way to you and gently propping you up.

The director was visibly seething. Her eyes, howevee, held curiosity. She saw something she had never seen before. The first signs of your relationship.

“You do not give out commands here, Jardani.” She spat.

“I do when you put people in risk. She’s training, goddamnit. Not in combat. That bastard better face some type of punishment, director.”

“Enough, Jardani!” She yelled.

He didn’t bother answering her, opting to help you stand and walk you to the infirmary. His heart clenched every time a whimper left your lips.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. You’re done for today.”

“But-“

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle everything.”

“You didn’t need to do all of that, you know. The whole getting on your knees thing.” You admitted sheepishly. The display had still made you shiver.

He shook his head and stared down at you with those damn puppy eyes.

“Yes, I did. I’d crawl across the world for you on a trail of broken glass, and then back if you asked me too.” He whispered.

You craddled his cheeks fondly.

“Well, good thing I’d never make you do that. If you’re crawling, I’m crawling too.”

“Who would’ve thought this would be us now, huh?” He chuckled.

“Who would’ve thought you’d age so well? But I think I did hear your hip crack, old man.” You teased.

He kissed his teeth. “You know what?”

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, John had rolled on top of you and pinned you to the bed with his weight as he tickled you. You shrieked and thrashed wildly. The sheets fell off of you, revealing your bare forms.

“John, I’m naked!” You whined, reaching for the abandoned blanket only to be yankee back.

He buried his face in your neck and hummed, wrapping his arms around you once again and clutching you tightly to him.

“Perfect.” He moaned. “We don’t need to meet with the Bowery until noon. Come here, woman.”

Things weren’t exactly perfect, but in this moment you couldn’t seem to care. You were lost in him, and he was lost in you.

Your Jardani.

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Queen Atlanna and Prince Orm (movie version)

YES GO WATCH AQUAMAN MOVIE !!! it’s so good i cried.

Today I'll teach about this peculiar character:

La Catrina! 💀🏵️

🏵️RESOURCES:

https://dayofthedead.holiday/traditions/who-is-la-catrina

https://www.refinery29.com/en-us/2019/10/8623059/sugar-skull-makeup-day-of-dead-cultural-appropriation

https://www.vogue.mx/estilo-de-vida/galeria/desfile-de-catrinas-en-la-cdmx-mega-procesion-imagenes-en-el-angel-de-la-independencia?image=5db4cb97595ddf00096f1035

@sketching-jess @savenkey

Athena

Part 3 of the “Call Out My Name” series.

WARNING: Gun violence, sexual harassment (nothing too extreme)

Time ceased to exist to you after the fifteenth repeat of your routine. Or was it twenty? You had stopped counting, so it didn’t matter. All that mattered was your routine becoming perfect. Flawless. Not a single mistake. You took a sip of water, stretched your sore feet, and started again.

1, 2, 3, 4, balancé, 5, 6, 7, 8. Assemblé, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Penché hold, 2, 3, 4 CRASH.

Your over worked ankles had given up, sending you to the ground. You let out an yelp and frustrated scream before slamming your hands over your face as tears fell from your eyes.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called from the left wing.

You turned to face him for a second, only to burts out into another sob at his soft expression.

“Baby,” He gasped, running over and falling to his knees in front of you. He clasped your hands and gently pried them away from your face, gripping them securely in his larger palms.

“You gotta rest now. You’ve worked hard today.” He whispered.

“I..I can’t.” You whimpered. “It’s not there yet. I need to get that lead, Jardani, I really do. The director sai-“

“Fuck the director.”

You stared up at him in utter shock, teary eyes wider than saucers.

“Jardani! Someone will hear you-“

“I don’t care.” He spoke firmly. “You’re the best one out of all of those girls. None of them work even a quarter of the amount that you do. If she doesn’t give you the lead, then fuck her. She’s insane and she must want to put on the shittiest show ever. Because guess what? Even if she puts you in the very back, not a damn soul will be looking at the lead. You know who they’ll be looking at?”

“Who?” You asked timidly.

“You.” He whispered, wiping your tears away with the bottom of his shirt. He pulled you into his warm embrace, placing his hand on the back of your head and bringing it to his chest. He began to slowly rock you back and forth, massaging your scalp soothingly as your tears stopped.

“You’re a star, sweetheart. Remember that. You’re a goddess.”

“You’re Athena?” John asked in disbelief.

Athena was a ghost. No one knew what she looked like or even what her name was. Those who she worked with vowed to the discretion of her identity. If you followed her rules, you would be safe for the rest of your life. Be good to her, and Athena will grant you protection. Betray her, and you’ll die quicker than you could whisper her true name to anyone else. Those say that Athena’s trust is the best currency, and boy were they right. Not a single soul has ever seen her enter, kill, or leave. She never even left a mess behind, the only evidence of her presence being a dead body neatly propped up on a chair. Not even a speckle of blood. Everything she did was executed with the upmost deliberation and strategy. That’s how she earned the nickname Athena. The goddess of strategic warfare, strength, and skill. You would never know if she was coming for you until she was pointing a gun in your face or slicing your throat. If you were scared of the Boogeyman, you better run like hell before Athena finds you.

John couldn’t say he was surprised if he really thought about it. Of course you were Athena. Everything you did, you did with finesse. You were the best in the Ruska Roma. Maybe even better than him. He had heard of you for all these years and hadn’t even realized it was you. You did it. You became the best. It madr him swell with pride.

“I guess I’ve made quite the name out of myself.” You said smugly, a small devious smile on your face.

“You were the one that wiped out the base in Siberia?” John asked.

“Yup.” You nonchalantly replied, inspecting your nails.

Hmm. I need a new manicure. Good thing I just got paid.

“And the raid in Bucharest?”

“Yup.”

“What about that group in Berlin-“

“Everything you have heard about me, I did. I don’t lie to people and I don’t let my people lie on me.” You entrenched.

“So trust me when I say I’m going to get your dog out of there, John.” You swore sincerely.

John stared at you intently before cupping your face.

“Be careful.” He said sternly. “I don’t care if you’re Athena, you be careful, Y/N.”

“I promise.” You pledged.

You stretched and resumed your previous position on your side of the bed.

“Now sleep, baba yaga. I have shit to do tomorrow.” You mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow.

John stilled for a moment before slowly laying down beside you, your back to his chest, and hesitantly placed a large hand on you hip.

“Can I?” He whispered softly.

You immediately softened at the tone of his voice. God, this was all you wanted. You looked back at him and into his puppy like eyes before turning your body around to face him. Scooting closer until your head rested on his chest. Without a second thought, John wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head.

“Good night, John.”

“Good night, sweetheart.”

You checked the contents of your purse before slipping out of your car. The parking garage was practically empty, only a couple cars spread a few rows apart were here. Perfect.

A low whistle came from behind you.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. God, it’s always so good seeing you.” A smug voice groaned predaciously.

You recognized the voice right away. Viktor Ivar. His father had hired you to wipe out a couple men that were after him. You did your job, and only your job much to the man child’s dismay. He had been relentlessly pursuing you the entire time, even if you paid him no mind. As much as you wanted to harm him, you couldn’t. He was your mission. But now, you had no loyalty to him or his father and his men. They could try you, but they wouldn’t succeed.

“Can’t say the same.” You muttered, pretending to put your keys away in your purse only to reach for your glock.

“Let me buy you a drink.” He purred, stepping closer to you to grab your arm and turn you towards him.

“No.” You deadpanned.

He laughed loudly.

“Darling, play with me.” He woed condescendingly, a menacing threat underlying his tone.

“You were a job, Viktor.” You spat. “I know you’re not exactly the brightest, but it’s quite obvious you don’t know how to differentiate business fro-“

Before you knew it, Viktor had violently ripped open your black silk blouse, exposing your black lace clad breasts. Buttons flew everywhere across the cement floors. He licked his lips at the sight, his mouth salivating perversely.

“Oh honey.” Viktor moaned. “You should just stop talking, you’re so much prettier like this.”

Without wasting another second, you pulled out your glock and fired three rounds right at his genitals. He fell to the ground with a violent roar, clutching his crotch. You took this opportunity to wrap both sides of your torn blouse around you.

“Fuck! What the fuck! I’m going to fucking end you, you fucking whor-“

You fired another round at the hand guarding his crotch.

“SHIT! FUCK! ALRIGHT!” Viktor screamed.

“What’s the matter, baby?” You cooed evilly. “Can’t get it up?”

You walked towards him and leaned down so your face was right in front of his.

“Touch me again or touch anyone like that, the next round is going up your ass.” You snarled.

The elevator doors of the garage opened behind you. Out came Viktor’s father, Eleazer Ivar, and his men.

“What’s going on!” He bellowed. The clicking of guns could be heard behind you.

You slowly turned around, a menacing expression on your face. Eleazer’s men immediately put their guns down quicker than his face fell and turned whiter than a ghost.

“Athena.” He gulped. “Nice to see you.”

“You too, Mr.Ivar, but I’m not a fan of these circumstances.” You said lowly.

“Teach your son some manners or he’s gone.” You growled.

The man studied your ripped blouse, the black buttons on the floor, and his son writhing in pain. He automatically put two and two together.

“Y-yes, ma’am. You have my word.” He stuttered.

You nodded respectfully, turning to the head guard in charge.

“Handle it.” You demanded.

“Right away, ma’am.” He agreed compliantly before gesturing to his one half of his men to call the cleaning crew and the other to get Viktor out of there.

“Bye, sweetheart.” You tauntingly teased, a grin on your face as they dragged him away.

“I apologize, Miss Y/N/L. It will never happen again.” Eleazer begged.

“I know it won’t.” You said darkly, your heels clicking as you strutted away to the elevator. Your intense gaze never left Eleazer until the doors closed. You fetched the spare shirt out of you bag and slipped it on quickly and stored away your gun before the doors opened and you began your block long walk to the Continental.

Charon was there to greet you at the front steps.

“Miss Y/L/N. Welcome back, the manager will be delighted to see you.” He formally announced.

“I’d be delighted to join him.” You agreed.

Charon escorted you to Winston’s office. The Continental was blooming with business as per usual. Not a single person took a second glance at you. The only looks you received were ones of envy fron women and lust from men, but that’s all you were to them. Another pretty face. The thought made you want to bask in your own success. No one knew who you were. That it was you who carried out some of the best assassinations in high table history. You had the power of anonymity. Charon opened the office doors for yoy, politely nodding for you to enter. You thanked him and stepped in. Winston stood up from his desk, his welcoming arms were open, gesturing to the seat in front of him.

“It’s always nice to see your face around here, dear.” He lauded.

You smiled and sat down in front of him.

“It’s always nice being here, Winston. Especially after all of the chaos that has happened in the last week,” You sighed falsely in despair. “I heard you almost lost this place. That would have been horrible, things wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Winston leaned back in his seat, releasing an exhale. His eyes met yours as he locked you into a contemplative gaze.

“My loyalty runs deeper than these walls, Miss Athena.” He spoke slowly. “Actually, I have something for you, darling.”

He nodded to Charon who walked over to a side door, swinging it open to reveal the most adorable pittbull you have ever seen. He sat obediently, his tail wagging with exuberance behind him as he panted happily. It almost looked like he was smiling.

This was John’s dog.

You hid your shock like the master manipulator you were trained to be. No one knew that you and John knew each other besides the director and those who were in the Ruska Roma with you. Did someone tell Winston? The stakes were high, however, you remained passive.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head, Y/N. I mean no harm.” Winston spoke sincerely. “If there’s anyone that can find him, it’s you. Tell him this was all a part of the bigger picture.”

You studied him before doing the same to Charon. The two were never ones to deceive unless completely necessary, like how Winston shot John in front of the adjudicator. You were long time partners, friends even. They wouldn’t lie to you. They knew better.

“Thank you,” You said. “I’m sure he misses his owner.”

Winston nodded in acknowledgment.

Without another word, you stood up.

“C’mere, boy!” You gently cooed.

The pitty ran to you immediately. You offered him your hand to sniff. The dog then scooted closer, further inspecting you. When his snout reached your hair, he wagged his tail so hard you were almost afraid it would fall off. He had caught the scent of John on you.

“Come on, honey. Lets get you out of here.”

Charon had called the vallet and had your car brought to a hidden tunnel. As far as anyone knew, John Wick was either gone or dead, so not a single soul could see you taking his dog or it would raise suspicion. The ride home wasn’t a problem, your windows were tinted very darkly. The dog had laid his head on your lap as you drove the whole time. You wanting nothing more than to snuggle the pup more than anything. You were filled with excitement when you arrived back home, and so was the dog. He probably knew that John was in there. You and the bouncing pup exited your car and zoomed into your home.

John jerked up from the couch at the sound of clicking heels against the wood floors accompanied by the familiar pitter patter of paws. He abandoned his book and cup of coffee and got up, following the sound. The dog barked happily before tackling John to the ground. John wrapped his arms around him and began laughing as the dog hopped all over him and kissed every bit of his face.

“Hi, boy. I know, I know. I missed you too. I’m okay. Good dog, good boy.” He whispered.

You stared at the sweet reunion in front of you. You have never seen John this happy before. Tears almost rose up in your eyes. The whole ordeal made you emotional. Finally, for once in your line of work, your intimidating, infamous Athena persona result in something good. John had his best friend back, and that’s all that mattered. He and the dog were safe.

When the pup had calmed down and sat still, John stood up abruptly and pulled you into his arms.

“Thank you so much.” He murmured, his lips against your forehead.

You looked up at him and smiled.

“Now we kick some ass.”

PART 3

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Masterlist

Loving Din - Din Djarin x Reader

What happens when a feared bounty hunter, adjusting to life beyond the mask, and an artist fall in love. Life is a dream, until everything changes.

Part I Part II Part III* Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX* Part X Part XI Part XII*

Whiskey & Gin - Agent Whiskey x Reader

New York in the 1970s is on fire and you are right in the middle of it, and as the newly (and reluctantly) appointed partner of Agent Whiskey, you find out it just keeps getting better.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4* Part 5* Part 6* Part 6.5*

Warm Like Whiskey: A Whiskey & Gin Story*

Spanking Oneshot*

Maxwell Lord

You’re The Devil, But So Am I*

I Will Break You*

Futile Devices - A Javier Peña/Call Me By Your Name AU

After completing your first year at The Juilliard School, you expect to spend the summer how you have your whole life - at your parent’s sprawling estate in Northern Italy. Raised by married and acclaimed novelists Christian & Daisy Slattery, this year Christian has invited his old college friend and fellow writer Javier Peña to stay with his family and collaborate on a new novel.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2  Chapter 3* Chapter 4*

Endless Summer - Oberyn Martell x Reader

After taking you father’s place at the Martell’s infamous Summer Solstice feast, you catch the eye of both the Red Viper and his paramour.

Coming soon…

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The Pedro Character Asks*

* - smut

Newest fictional crush

Borra from Maleficent: Misstress of Evil