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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Sweet Desserts and Sweeter Kisses

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 1.9K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie and Leon entertain Gaby and Illya.

Warnings: p-in-v sex, creampie, fluff

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

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Cover Art by me

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“Leon! It’s been six months. You are now legally obligated to introduce me to your friends.” Bobbie moves around the kitchen, checking on various dishes on the stove and in the oven.

“Gaby is beside herself to meet you,” Leon acknowledges from his post, leaning in the doorway to the quaint kitchenette.

“Well, see? Gaby is excited, so why aren’t you?” She challenges, pulling out a baking dish from the oven and setting it on the counter.

“It’s not Gaby that I’m worried about. She’s a sweetheart once you get past the tough exterior. But Illya? Tough is all he knows. I can’t exactly blame him,” he says, looking over to where Bobbie picked her head up and looked at him for more information. “And I can’t exactly tell you why that is. Sorry, love.”

“Right, right. Need-to-know basis. But not to worry; I’ve got a secret weapon for Illya. I made a dish specifically for him. And if I know anything, it’s the way to a man’s heart, and that is through his stomach. So, even though this is nerve-wracking as all get out, I think he’s going to at least tolerate it,” she huffs, balling up a dishtowel before tossing it on the counter.

Napoleon walks up behind Bobbie and wraps his arms around her, his head resting on her shoulder as he pulls her into him. “You know, I am so proud of you for putting all this together for my friends. You’ve done so much to make everything perfect, and I think you deserve a little treat of your own.”

“What are you-” Bobbie starts, only to be cut off by the shock of Napoleon’s hand smoothing down her sweater-covered breast and further down over her corduroy knee-length skirt. When it disappears under the fabric, she squirms. “Leon, they’re gonna be here any minute!”

“Well then, I’d better make this fast,” he whispers. Walking backward, Napoleon rests his hips against the counter behind him. Holding Bobbie against himself with one hand across her middle and one in her panties, he continues toying with her swelling clit until her legs buckle. “There she is, so close already.”

“Leon…please,” she trails off, her wringing hands at her sides. She knows if she reaches for his hand, he will stop. Throwing her head back against his chest, she looks up into his face and witnesses how much he truly enjoys having this power over her. That doesn’t stop her from pleading with her big brown eyes.

“Oh, you know exactly what that look does to me,” he growls, leaning down to capture her lips with his own. His hand that was around her middle comes up to cradle her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as she stands on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Breaking the kiss, Napoleon turns them around to face the counter, pulling Bobbie’s skirt up and her panties down. “That kiss of yours is going to be the death of me.”

He has his pants unzipped, his cock pulled out, and inside of her in record time. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not that it mattered. His main goal is to get her off so her mind clears. He moves his hips back before slamming them back in, and she is already putty in his hands.

Within minutes, he has Bobbie on the brink of her orgasm. He’s holding her there, his hands on her hips, as he maintains a punishing pace. With every thrust, he pushes her closer to the edge, only to catch her before she can fall. Only when he’s ready will he allow her to come crashing down.

Judging by the footfalls and the sound of the front door of the apartment building closing, he doesn’t have much time. Luckily, he knows how to play her body. His right hand finds her puffy clit while his left hand migrates to her throat. 

Whispering into her ear, “Come for me, pretty girl. Let go and show me you can follow directions like I know you can.”

As if by a magical spell, her walls clamped down around him. He had every intention of fucking her through her orgasm; he really did. But the grip her pussy had on his cock was enough to send him right over the horizon with her. His hips are still as he empties inside her, all while still managing to hold up both of their bodies.

Extricating himself from her hold, Napoleon squats down to pull Bobbie’s underwear back up her legs and rights her skirt again before fixing his clothing.

“I am going to be thinking about my cum leaking out of you all night long,” he sighs, kissing her forehead when she turns around to face him.

Just as she opens her mouth, three sharp knocks sound on the door to her apartment. They fuss over each other for a moment, making sure it doesn’t look like they were just having sex. Once done, they go to the door to greet their guests.

Bobbie swings the door open, greeting the couple in her apartment. “Gaby, Illya. I’m Roberta, but you can call me Bobbie. So nice to finally meet you. I was starting to believe you might be a figment of Leon’s imagination.” She takes their coats, and Napoleon gets drinks ready for them.

“I hope Leon’s imagination flattered me, at least,” Gaby laughs, sipping her dirty martini and winking at Napoleon.

“I only told her the good stuff,” Napoleon replies, bringing a Sazerac to Bobbie and a Manhattan for Illya.

Illya nods to Napoleon, smiles at Bobbie, and remains silent.

Bobbie ushers everyone to the dining table before she starts to bring out dish after dish of foods that are almost too beautiful to eat. Leaving dessert as a surprise, she comes back to the table, and everyone starts to serve themselves. As the first bites are taken, compliments are given to the chef.

“Bobbie, this is delectable,” Gaby hums, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Darling, you have outdone yourself,” Napoleon praises.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you like everything. I’ll be honest, I was nervous that I was going to burn something or undercook something. I was a wreck,” Bobbie giggles, looking over the faces of her boyfriend and her guests. “Eat up; I have a treat for dessert, and I hope you all like it.”

Illya eats in relative silence, not one emotion gracing his face. Bobbie has been secretly staring at him for most of dinner. When the meal is complete, Gaby volunteers to clear the plates away, and the women retreat to the kitchen. While they are out of earshot, Napoleon turns on the record player, and the smooth sounds of Peggy Lee’s Fever fill the air. 

“Peril, what game are you playing at?” Napoleon cuts to the chase, motioning for Illya to sit on the couch with him.

“It’s been a long time since I had dinner with a civilian. My social skills may not be the best. If I don’t say anything, I won’t accidentally-”

“Have a good time?” Napoleon supplies, cutting off Illya.

Illya rolls his eyes. “I’m not afraid to have a good time. I'm worried about getting close to new people. I don’t know how to be a civilian. I’m an agent,” he says, crossing his arms.

“She’s not going to say anything, so I will. You’re on the verge of being rude. So, do yourself a favor and speak to my lovely before she thinks you don’t like her; that’s if she doesn’t already think that,” Napoleon huffs, tilting his head at Illya.

The girls come out of the kitchen with dessert already plated with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream. Gaby places two plates on the coffee table while Bobbie serves Napoleon and Illya. Noticing the look of surprise on Illya’s face, Bobbie thinks the worst.

“Is there something wrong?” she supposes.

“Not at all. I haven’t had sharlotka since I was a little boy. My mother used to let me help make it for special occasions,” he marvels, taking a bite and closing his eyes before nodding and saying, “This is perfect. So was dinner. I apologize for my earlier silence; please don’t think I am dissatisfied with you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I figured you would be the hard sell. Luckily, I had the idea for the sharlotka and knew if anything, you’d at least be impressed by me,” Bobbie jokes, taking a bite of the dish. “Oh wow, you weren’t kidding. That is going in the recipe book, for sure.”

“I’ll have to get that recipe from you. I think you’ve made Illya’s new favorite,” Gaby chuckles, smiling at her husband when a blush creeps up on his face.

When dessert is done, the couples talk for a while over coffee before Illya notices Gaby nuzzling into his side and suggests that they end the night’s fun. By this time, Napoleon is already a pillow for Bobbie as she leans into him from her spot on the couch.

Napoleon picks up Bobbie’s head from his lap, depositing it on the couch after he gets up, not wanting to wake her up just yet. He walks Gaby and Illya to the door, saying goodbye on behalf of himself and Bobbie and promising to tell her that they enjoyed themselves.

Closing the door behind them, he walks over to the couch, where a tired Bobbie is now hanging halfway off the couch. He knows today was a struggle for her; planning an entire dinner and entertaining is no short order. He is so proud of her, not just for today but in general. He thinks the world of her, and nothing could change his mind.

Picking up her limp body from the couch, he takes her into the bedroom and lays her down. He removes her shoes and his own before climbing into bed next to her. He laughs when she cuddles into him and wraps an arm and leg around him possessively. He plants a kiss on her forehead and is met with a mumble from Bobbie.

“What was that, little one?” He presses, cradling her sleepy face in his hand, unsure of what he heard.

“I said I love you, Leon,” she confesses, ducking her head and looking up at him.

Napoleon breaks out into a grin and leans down to kiss Bobbie, only to stop at the last second before their lips touch. Looking into her eyes, he says, “I love you too, Bobbie.”

Bobbie melts in his arms. She knows how Napoleon dotes on her and spoils her. But this love confession of his means the world to her. She also knows that she has loved him for some time now, but the timing was never right to tell him. 

Until tonight, this moment could not happen. Napoleon knew that if she didn’t get along with his fellow agents, it would be quite tricky. But watching her win over Gaby so easily and Illya so charmingly cements in his mind that she is worth every ounce of his love.

Of course, if you ask him, he’s loved her since their first kiss. If he’s honest with himself, he still feels butterflies when her lips touch his.

Chapter 5 (TBD)

A/N: This story is far from over. OMG, I missed my babies so much.

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[cardierreh15]

Queenie’s Beehive

Happy Black History Month my Loves!!! Who do yall think this story is based off of?

***I do not give anyone permission to repost, translate or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Seducting Behavior/Dancing.

Pairings: Napoleon Solo x Queenie Covington(Black!OC)

Description: When Solo & Illya’s Leads point them in the direction of a club, Solo turns on his charm to get a word with the infamous Queenie Covington

Word Count: 4.1K

Song: Virgo’s Groove by Beyoncé , It’s A Man’s, Man’s, Man’s World by James Brown

Side Note(s): I changed the time to accommodate the story. I do not own or take credit for any of Beyoncé’s or James’ song ✨ Credit will always be theirs and theirs only 😊

The Beehive

Sacramento, California

February 5th, 1978

19:42 🐝

Napoleon looked down at the small brown business card. On the front in plain honey colored words were the address of the establishment. On the back was a beehive. That was it. Very minimalistic and straight to the point.

‘Interesting marketing strategy.’ Napoleon said as he passed the card over to his partner, Illya.

Illya took a moment to take in the small yet fine work of art. ‘Hmm.’ Before he handed it back.

Once their cab slowly came to a stop by the curb, the two gentlemen thanked their driver and stepped out of the car.

They were immediately met with a beautiful yellow LED lamp screwed into the building; showing across their skeptical glances. The lights were shaped into that of a beehive with tiny twinkling yellow lights, resembling bumble bees.

Beyond those doors, beneath that heavenly designed neon lamp lay the disco highlife of the century.

Awaited by the door were two Gods amongst men. So tall they could touch the roof if they wanted, and muscles that could break bones. To the left and right of them were two separate lines, damn near wrapped around the building that were guarded by red rope.

Illya began to worry.

‘We’ll never get inside.’ He said plainly.

‘Do you not have faith my friend?’ At the flick of his wrist and a twitch of his fingers, the tiny invitation appeared in Napoleon’s fingertips.

‘More magic?’

‘Someone’s gotta like it.’ He smirked and leaned in, ‘Here’s the plan. We go inside, we split up, we listen. Try not to look suspicious please.’

‘Suspicious?’ Illya scoffed, ‘The only person here suspicious here, is you cowboy.’ Pointing at his partner.

Napoleon made a face and looked down at his fit. He was in a plain gray suit with a matching waistcoat, and a white crispy dress shirt and black dress shoes; his usual attire.

‘What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?’

Illya on the other hand, sort of fit the bill. With a brown leather jacket with a turtleneck beneath, dark colored slacks and brown dress shoes to match. Oh, and his signature gray beret sat atop his blonde head.

‘You look like you’ve come to work and not to have fun.’ He rolled his eyes at his unwarranted pun.

‘In all technicality—‘

‘Yes, I know now can we go inside please?’

‘Perhaps. Do you remember your alias?’

Illya rolled his eyes as he head fell back, ‘Yes. I am a migrant here for work. You are a Wall Street journalist looking to have a conversation with the legendary Queen of Disco.’

He had a little bitterness in his voice. Napoleon caught on to that fairly quickly.

‘If you’d like, we can always trade places?’

Illya made a face, ‘Trade places? I am afraid that wouldn’t work.’

‘And why not?’

‘Because…’ Illya stuck his hands in his pockets and turned away. ‘you’re too small.’

A scowl curled up on Napoleon’s face at the insult, wanted so dearly to call him a bunch of curse words but he just cleared his throat and followed his partner towards the bouncers.

Once the men stood in front of the bouncer, Napoleon handed him the card.

The bouncer eyed the card closely, turning it back to front then pulled out a skinny pen like contraption. He clicked it on and a purple light shined down on the brown sheet. Revealing a bumble bee and a +1.

His big brown eyes flickered up from the card to Napoleon then over at Illya which he sized skeptically.

‘Who’s this.’

‘Oh? This is a friend of mine. He’s never been to an American club.’

‘Is that right?’ The bouncer said as he clicked off his pen and tucked it in his breast pocket. ‘Well, this is the perfect place to pop that cherry. Enjoy fellas.’

Napoleon carefully took the card and placed it inside of his breast pocket, ‘Thank you.’ And both of the men walked into the club.

As the men walked in, they were blinded by the bright twinkling lights of the many disco balls that hang on the ceiling along with over a dozen strobe lights dancing across the club.

The place was bustling and busy like nothing they’ve ever seen!

Like a Beehive!

Napoleon gently bobbed his head to the music as his crazed blue eyes danced amongst the floor, watching as gorgeous women of all colors and sizes grind and move their hips upon the dance floor.

It appeared that this mission was the least of his worries but, who he was going to be sneaking out of here with. That was until Illya landed a smack against his chest, knocking him out of whatever silly daze he was entrapped in.

‘Ow!’

‘Stay focus, cowboy. We’ve come to do a job.’

‘Yeah but who said we couldn’t have fun?’

‘Not you. You get carried away. Try not to blow our cover.’ Illya added before walking away in his stern manner.

Napoleon rolled his eyes and reached in his pocket to activate his voice recorder. Then he made his way across the bar which wasn’t far from the entrance.

As he walked over to the bar, he gazed at the dancing patrons, greeting everyone who’d passed to see if he could spot this special lady.

When he stopped at the bar, he took notice of the bartender. A woman, standing at great height. Must’ve been those thigh high platform boots. She had her back turned, cleaning out some glasses. This way he could admire her as she did so.

She had a big, beautiful Afro and wore this leather black and yellow striped short dress that hugged and defined her curves. Maybe this was her?

He cleared his throat loudly, ‘Excuse me bartender!’

The woman looked over her shoulder halfway in a startle, before quickly placing the glass and rag down. She spun around to greet him, her Afro bouncing with each movement. She wore big golden hoop earrings that twinkled and shined everytime the lights danced in her direction.

She flashed him this darling smile, with eyes brown as chocolate yet so bright with happiness and warmth. She was to die for!

‘What can I get for ya’ suga?’

Napoleon’s lips parted to speak but he all of a sudden felt shy. Truly unlike him. A burning heat rose to his cheeks, ‘Hi uh—‘ he looked at her chest which revealed her cleavage but her name tag rescued him from staring. ‘Flo… can I have scotch on the rocks please?’

‘You got it baby. Any particular kind?’

He stared up at the gorgeous brown skinned woman, almost disregarding the question— he cleared his throat and blinked hard once he realized he was staring again.

‘No— no,’ he chuckled, ‘Nothing in particular. How about you surprise me.’ He raised a brow, his own warming smile curling on his lips.

The two stared into one another’s eyes before a giggle left her lips, her dimples puncturing into her cheeks much deeper than before. ‘Alright na. You asked for it.’ She pushed off of the counter and started on his drink.

Napoleon smiled softly before he spun around halfway in his stool and began to gaze across the crowd. After a short moment, he spotted his partner standing off by the stage. Illya gave him a gentle nod of his head before Napoleon returned it in acknowledgment.

‘Here’s your drink, sugar.’

He quickly turned around and met the woman with another smile, ‘Thank you. How much do I owe ya?’

‘Nothin. It’s on the house.’

He raised a brow, ‘Is that so?’ That caught him by surprise really. He had been drugged in all different forms before, so taking a free drink always made him skeptical. ‘Am I like your 100th customer?’

‘No. I ain’t ever seen you here before, I wanted to welcome you here. People who wait outside those doors seldom get inside; just having a little shred of hope to even spend a second inside of this place.’

‘Hmm. Must be quite the place.’

‘You don’t think so?’ Flo asked, placing her hands on her hips.

‘Oh! Of course I think so. The women here are stunning.’ He gave her a quick size before straightening up, ‘Look. I refuse to drink this by myself. Lemme at least buy you one too?’

‘And drink on the job?’

‘I’m afraid so.’

A smirk was plastered on Flo’s face as she internally battled with herself.

‘Tik tok, love. I could practically hear the ice cracking.’ He teased, tapping the face of his watch with his index.

Flo inhaled deeply and rolled her eyes, ‘Alright, fine.’ Her southern draw had slightly peaked through, ‘Only cause you’re cute though.’

Napoleon smirked as she turned around where his smirk quickly faltered and he looked over his shoulder once again.

Once she was finished making her drink, she turned to face him and placed her glass down. ‘Alright—‘

‘Oh! One more thing sweetheart, could you pass me a straw?’

‘A straw?’ She raised a brow. ‘You don’t look like the kind of man that drinks his whiskey through a straw.’

‘Well there’s a lot you must learn about me baby.’

‘Alright then. Ask and you shall receive.’

While she was fulfilling her end of this bargain, Napoleon swiftly swapped their glasses before she could turn back around.

‘Here’s your straw. What should we toast to?’ She asked as she lifted up her glass.

‘Actually, I don’t need the straw… I just like to watch you work.’ He smirked as he wrapped her large hand around the glass that just seemed so miniscule in his palm.

Flo giggled rolling her eyes, ‘You flirt with all your bartenders like this?’

‘Oh dear no! I’m a one bartender kind of man. Actually, let’s toast to that. You being the most spectacular and gorgeous bartender that’s ever graced my presence.’

‘I can get down with that sugar.’ The woman winked as the both of them carefully clicked their glasses together.

Napoleon brought his drink to his lips slowly, watching Flo take a big swig out of hers before placing it down on the counter. No side effects hit her immediately… but perhaps they shall later.

As Napoleon embraced the welcoming warmth of his drink, he placed his glass down on the paper towel that she’d handled him. The space between them grew quiet for a second before he looked up at her. ‘What can you tell me about the person who owns this club?’

‘Who? Queenie? Why you wanna know?’

‘I’m a Wall Street Journalist. I’m looking to write an article about her success!’

Flo looked down at her watch and turned around to grab a rag and clean off her countertop. ‘Well, ion know if you can tell but… Queenie got her work cut out for her that’s for sho.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, her husband—‘

There it was. Exactly what he needed to further investigate.

‘Bought this place for her to solidify their marriage. I’ve been her friend for quite some time and never have I ever thought she would marry that grade A dickhead.’ Flo rolled her eyes.

‘Oh dear. What’s he like? How does he treat her?’

‘He worships the ground she walks on. But it often appears she couldn’t give less than a rats ass about him.’

‘Do you know how they met?’

‘She was singing in some lounge in Texas. That’s where we’re from.’

Napoleon was taking in all these minor details about this woman. He knew she would tell him everything he wanted to know… all she needed was a little motivation.

‘Right. And do you know what her husband does for work?’ He lacked the knowledge of that field, which was why he and Illya were here in the first place.

‘He owns a couple businesses as far as I know… i thought we were talking ‘bout Queenie though?’

Napoleon paused, ‘We are!’ He cleared his throat before taking a sip. He took notice of how she kept looking down at her watch, ‘Y’know the more you look at that thing—‘

‘“The slower time goes.” I know. But since you’re new here… it’s Friday Night.’ Her eyes glanced up at him.

‘Something special about Friday nights?’

Flo looked down at her watch one more time before a huge grin graced her face once more, ‘In fact… they are very special.’

Napoleon’s thick brows tugged into one as his face was written in incomprehensible confusion. Then, every light in the vicinity of the club shut off without warning. A few short squeals floated across the room in dismay.

Startled, Napoleon stood to his feet as he went into panic mode, afraid that he and Illya had been bested. His bright blue eyes fought desperately to adjust in the darkness. But in seconds, a sweet and groovy melody filled the air.

‘Baby, come overrrr.

Baby, come overrrr.

Baby, come over. Come be alone with me tonight.

Beehiiiive!!!’

A woman sang lewdly over the sound of the speakers.

‘Don’t be scared babies. Queen Bee won’t hurt you.’

Napoleon’s eyes had finally adjusted somewhat but he had yet to find Illya.

A big yellow spotlight shined on the stage revealing a band to the left and 3 back up singers who harmonized angelically. Three women with big poofy Afros donned with fresh flowers. They wore something similar to what Flo wore just instead of short dresses, they were flared pants; covered in black and yellow rhinestones.

They shined like stars on that stage.

Napoleon finally spotted Illya who hadn’t even left the spot.

‘All these emotions. It’s washing over me tonight.’

Once the room gained its groove back, Napoleon looked back to see that Flo had disappeared from her post.

He raised his brow in suspicion before he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Illya.

‘I saw you flirting with the bartender.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. I was gathering intel.’

‘And?’

‘She knows just as much as we do.’ Napoleon sighed as they both turned to look at the charade.

That was until this huge disco ball began to slowly descend from the ceiling.

The two men's lips parted in disbelief.

Eventually, she was revealed standing on top of this gigantic ball. She had this beautiful smile plastered on her face as she greeted the crowd with alluring harmonizing.

She almost sounded like a siren; gracing the masses with her deathly hymns.

But when he saw her face, there was no way she could be something so sinister and evil. She was… ethereal. An angel in disguise of a woman who could snatch the soul from any man who dared looked in her direction.

Napoleon was stunned.

‘How are we doing tonight my worker bees?’ She grinned as the crowd beneath her cheered with blissful enthusiasm. ‘Yeeeeah!’ She laughed happily as she continued to scan the crowd.

‘That must be—‘

‘Queenie Covington.’ Napoleon felt like he couldn’t breathe. This was fan behavior! She was not what he’d imagined her to be.

Both of the men watched the woman carefully descend from the ball with the help of her security guards. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back like sacred waterfalls. She wore a bedazzled tank top, matching bedazzled light denim shorts and high metallic silver fringed boots.

She shined brighter than any star they’d ever seen.

Baby come over, come be alone with me tonight.

All these emotions,

It’s rushing over me tonight— AH!

Ride it!

‘What is the plan now, cowboy?’ Illya asked.

‘What plan?’ Napoleon retorted.

‘You don’t have a plan.’

‘You think I knew she was doing an open mic tonight?!’ Napoleon huffed as his pink nose flared with aggravation, ‘We’ll figure it out.’

As Queenie began to croon over that melody once again, the flashing lights glowed into this magnificent yellow hue causing her glow light gold. Her eyes were closed as she allowed the music to embrace and be one with her soul. And when her hazel eyes fluttered back open, her eyes cut across the room towards the two men at the bar who seemed to be bickering at one another. Though, that didn’t take her out of her sensual groove.

‘Look after her performance, she may come to the bar to have a drink.’

‘And if she doesn’t?’

Napoleon inhaled deeply, holding it there as he tried to think of something. ‘Then we’ll do what we always do.’

Illya knew that specific plan and a lot of the time it involved them both getting damn near getting caught.

‘Oh no. Not this again.’

‘Not this again? What choice do we have? She’s the only lead that we have on him. We must exhaust all options.’

‘Sure. Whatever.’

Baby you can hit this, don’t be scared.

(Baby you can hit this, don’t be scared.)

It’s only gonna get you high!

Baby come over.

The boys watched in amazement as the woman swayed and rocked her hips as her own hands made love to her own thighs, belly and breasts.

Queenie cut her eyes back at the two gentlemen back at the bar once again; particularly the one in the suit. He surely stuck out like a sore thumb. And most of her folks here were regulars.

That star struck glare in his eyes was also very telling. She always did enjoy seeing men gawk over her. So with a smile and a wink, she began to moan her lyrics.

Don’t you leave. (me)

Don’t you leave.

So use me. (Use me)

Pursue me. (Pursue me)

Kiss me where you bruise me. (Bruise me)

Oooh weee—

Taste me, the fleshy part.

I scream so loud, I curse the stars!!!

Napoleon gulped hard, reaching in the collar of his dress shirt and tugged at it as he felt his temperature rising.

Illya glanced over at Napoleon and smirked as he took in this canon moment. ‘Has Casanova finally met his match?’

Without taking his eyes off of her, Napoleon groaned, ‘Shut up.’

As she adlibed and add those heavenly high and lows, the song had come to a beautiful close.

‘Thank you.’ She grinned happily as the audience blessed her with a healthy applause .

‘Thank you so much everyone for coming. Being able to perform in front of an energetic crowd is always a true blessing. Please, enjoy the rest of your night sugars and stay groovy.’

They gave her one more applause as she brought her hands together in prayer and bowed in their wake. She then swiftly turned around to speak to her back up singers.

Napoleon narrowed his eyes, taking note of the smiling group of women. It was nice to know that she and those that worked with and/or for her got along fairly well. Then, she excused herself and went backstage.

‘Did you enjoy the performance?’

The two gentlemen jumped at the sudden voice, one that was familiar to Napoleon alone. They turned around to see Flo standing there with a knowing smirk on her full lips.

‘Where did you go?’ Napoleon’s head fell to the side.

‘Oh. I help engineer those pretty lights and what have you. Just some techy junk.’ She smirked and glanced over at Illya. ‘Who’s your friend here?’

Well, the story seems to check out. Though, he didn’t know why she needed to be so suspenseful.

‘This is uh—‘

‘Alex—‘ Illya looked over at Napoleon before looking back ahead at the bartender. ‘My name is Alexsander.’

Napoleon looked back at Flo who gave them both a strange glare. ‘Alright, Alex…sander. Could I get you a drink, sweet baby?’

‘No ma’am. I’m actually here for work.’

‘Well I think we may have something open for security… you sure do fit the bill though.’ A smirk curled on her lips as her head fell to the side. She was checking Illya out.

Napoleon raised a brow with a smirk as the two began to converse with one another. It was about time Illya blew off some kind of steam.

‘Flo, hey.’

Napoleon watched her walk up to the bar and pull herself onto the empty seat beside him. Thee Queenie Covington. Their whole mission, sitting not even a whole foot away from him.

“You are not to sleep with Mrs. Covington under any circumstances, Solo.”

Well it was a good thing he didn’t make promises.

‘Give me the usual.’ She added.

When Flo’s and Illya’s conversation came to a close, he and Napoleon leaned into one another.

‘Just start casual conversation. Perhaps she’ll give us everything we need.’

‘Not to worry.’ He pulled away and turned halfway in his seat, ‘Excuse me, Miss. Queenie I am sorry for the intrusion but—‘

‘No autographs right now sugar.’ She said in a hurry as Flo placed her wine glass in front of her.

This is a man’s world! This is a man’s world!

‘I’m sorry Miss. Queenie I’m not here for an autograph. My name is Napoleon and I’m with the Wall Street Journal. I’d like to honor you in our newspaper.’

She had brought her wine up to her full lips and took a long sip. ‘Mmm! Napoleon? Like the little French dude? You don’t strike me as a “Napoleon”.’

‘What do I strike you as then?’

But it wouldn’t be nothing, nothing — without a woman or a girl.

‘Hmm…’ her head fell to the side as her pretty eyes roamed all over his handsome features.

She breathed him in and my what a breath of fresh air he was. The colors and the lights that danced across his face only seem to enhance the shadows and curvature of his jaw, making his face appear more masculine. Then, every once in a while a yellow light would flash over his eyes, causing them to glow like high beams.

‘I don’t know… maybe a “Henry” or a “David”. Definitely not a short little man with a God complex.’ She giggled, her full lips pulled back to reveal that dazzling smile once more.

He chuckled as his head fell in slight embarrassment. He should’ve changed his damn name.

‘You know I’ve heard that before.’

‘I bet you have.’ Queenie smirked as she took another sip from her glass, ‘So, what is it that I need from me, Napoleon?’

‘I just want to ask you a few questions if you have time?’

‘Yeah, I sup—‘

‘Mrs. Covington?!’ A tall lean male came rushing over to the bar, carefully pushing folks out of the way.

Goddammit.

Queenie rolled her eyes and turned around to meet the gentleman’s gaze, ‘Oh dear, what is it now? I’m in the middle of something!’

‘Yes but it’s your husband ma’am.’

‘Oh? Is the fool finally dying? I’m having a meeting.’

Napoleon took notice of how her mood quickly shifted from something light and fun to something else when her husband was brought up.

Her attitude was so fierce and sharp, you could see how it cut and tore through the gentleman’s ego. Napoleon found himself smirking a little.

‘It’s… it’s important ma’am. He demands your presence.’

She stared up at him for a long moment before letting out a deep breath through her nose and shook her head. ‘Fine. Please just— give me a second to finish my drink.’

The male in all black bowed his head and took a step back to give the woman privacy.

‘Mrs. Covington…’

‘Dear heavens, Mr. Napoleon I am so very sorry. You’ve come all this way to meet me and I have to leave.’ She sighed once again before knocking back the rest of her wine. She was gonna need it dealing with that god forsaken man.

As frustrated as Napoleon was, he couldn’t step out of character so he just gave her a gentle smile.

‘No need to apologize, Mrs. Covington. Perhaps another day? Are you free tomorrow afternoon?’

‘I should be. Maybe we can have brunch. Since this is my screw up, on me.’

‘Nooo, no ma’am. I won’t have it, it’s just a minor inconvenience—‘

‘Are you telling me no?’

The woman stared at him with eyes that searched his soul. Digging in every nook and cranny to figure out who he was.

And to her surprise, he didn’t buckle or break. He wasn’t like most men it appeared. His gaze remained on hers.

‘I’m telling you not to treat me. I don’t think it’s fair.’

‘Hmm.’ She hummed softly as she smirked and stood from her seat. ‘Alright. Meet me here tomorrow at 11:45am. Don’t be late.’

‘You lack faith in me Mrs. Covington.’

Queenie raised her brow and began to walk away, her slightly swaying hips making a statement. Then she paused and turned halfway to meet his gaze once again.

‘Oh and Sugar?’ She called out over the swelling of the music.

But it wouldn’t be nothing— nothing!! Without a woman or a girl.

He blinked and lifted his chin in response to her voice.

‘Call me Queenie.’

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Solo

NapoleonSolo x female!reader

In which Napoleon does not want to work with Y/N, even though they are the 'perfect team'.

a/n: Thanks to @7eamfan7asy for suggesting this imagine. This was fun :)

word count: 2.6k

warnings: I don't think there are any, actually

Break in, retrieve the evidence, get out again. Without anybody noticing. That was the mission. A simple Black Bag operation. And it would have worked without anybody noticing if it weren’t for the incredibly annoying spy currently tied up next to Napoleon. Because of Y/N, the pair was chained to a radiator in the basement of the large company building that sat amid New York with one tiny little window broken on the top floor. Making it look like some accident had caused it to shatter and not the super-secret spy mission he had been called for. But, no. Of course, she had to come in and ruin this for him - his chance at getting off the weird employee contract that lasted as long as his supposed imprisonment. 

“Tell me again. What are you doing here?” He hissed as he struggled to writhe out of the cuffs on his wrists. His Back was pressed to Y/N’s and the radiating heat coming off of her body didn’t help in his attempts to break free of the already too tight metal restraints. 

“We’re partners, in case you forgot, hotshot.” Napoleon huffed. He could practically hear the roll of her eyes in her tone. Partners wouldn’t be this careless. That’s why he worked alone. His name was Napoleon Solo for God’s sake. How much clearer could it get? Apparently not clear enough for Y/N. 

He didn’t know her very well. She had appeared about a week ago in Sanders’s office with an accompanied ‘This is Agent Y/L/N. She will be your partner on this mission.” from Sanders himself. Of course, Napoleon hadn’t thought that he actually had to deal with her back then. And after a heated argument about his lone-wolf strategies he had decided that he did not want to either. She was unbearable and a know-it-all. Always cutting off his sentences while planning the mission and constantly talking. God, she was talking so much. At one point he had debated on cutting his ears off to make it stop.

“And if it weren’t for you and your ‘I’m better off alone’ attitude we wouldn’t be in this situation,” she continued. If he wouldn’t start talking she would just go on and on.

“Are you implying that this is my fault?” He answered half-heartedly. His eyes were scanning the surroundings, in search of something to get him out of this situation.

“Well, I was not the one striding off alone to do a mission that was supposed to be for two people.”

“We’re getting a file. How many people do you need for that?” This argument was pointless and Napoleon felt himself growing impatient with every second. He needed to get out of here.

“Two. If you would have taken into account that this building is equipped with the newest alarm system on the market,” the woman countered. Her head was turned over her shoulder as she directed her remark at the stubborn man behind her.

She was questioning his abilities, now. And Napoleon did not like it. “I knew that.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you set it off anyway.” It was a muttered remark but definitely intended to be heard. 

The brunette didn’t let it faze him though. That was exactly what she wanted, right? To make him lose his cool. “I didn’t.”

“Well, you certainly didn’t wait for me.”

“Because I never went with you.” He’d seriously had enough of the pointless teasing. He would have enjoyed it in rather different circumstances. But this? Definitely not.

“Just shut up and get the pin out of my hair.” Y/N shuffled down to get her head as close to his hands as possible. He had to turn to pat her hair for the pin, but when he finally retrieved it, he was kind of glad to have her - just for the sake of the pin of course.

Napoleon opened his handcuffs with ease and proceeded to get up off the floor. His steps took him towards the stairs.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m finishing this mission.” He threw the pin in her direction and added a stern ‘alone’ along the way. And then he disappeared through the doorway at the top of the staircase, sneaking his way through the grey corridors, careful not to get caught by the guards outside, waiting for their boss.

A couple minutes later he heard careful footsteps approaching and then a firm hand on his shoulder. He turned around, shooting out his hand to grab the person by the neck, ready to crush them into the next wall. Y/N’s wide eyes greeted him with horror as she covered the hand on her throat with hers. She would ruin this for him again. Like she had ruined everything so far. And he was not up for it.

“I suggest you leave,” he whisper-yelled as he let go of her.

“That was the plan, you idiot,” Y/N hissed back, “but no before we get the file.”

Their little banter was disturbed. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard in the corridor followed by at least a dozen footsteps. People talking, receiving instructions, and then swarming out with their weapons ready.

“He’s here,” Napoleon stated unfazed. He took her arm and casually dragged her into another room - an impressive conference room- closing the door. Then he went from window to window, checking his surroundings and the adjacent corridors.

“Oh, great. The building is officially littered with guards.”

“Again, not entirely my fault,” the spy mumbled in annoyance. But the brunette agent just cocked his eyebrow and continued to look for a way out.

“Listen, I know you don’t really like me that much.” Y/N paused in her sentence as if she was waiting for a counter on Napoleon's side, but he just looked at her - composed as ever - ready to hear the rest of her statement. “But If we want to get out of here, we need to work together.”

Napoleon laughed, he knew very well that both of them were perfectly fine breaking into the building by themselves. They would certainly be fine getting out alone as well.

“So, I would appreciate it if you just sucked up whatever ego trip you are on right now and work with me here.” She turned to the wall and climbed on the cupboard in front of her. Her hand reached for one of the pockets in her vest, retrieving a device that looked like a tiny screwdriver. 

She stretched towards the vent - that wasn’t even a bad idea, he would have probably done the same thing within the next minutes - though she was not quite tall enough to properly place the device under the metal grid to pry it open. 

Despite his obvious disapproval of the new partner, Napoleon weighed his chances of getting out. And the odds of getting caught were far less likely if the agents just stayed with each other. Maybe it wouldn’t be too horrible, he thought. So far, she had done exactly what he would have done - minus the alarm, of course. Where was the harm in looking at how far she could actually match his skills? 

With a final sigh, he stepped towards her and watched a little as she struggled.

“Buildings like these are equipped with large vent plans that stretch throughout the whole floor. We get in here and chances are they’ll-”

“Never even see us,” he completed with a knowing smirk. Then he took the device from her hands, climbed on the cupboard as well, and opened the grid. He wouldn’t let her do everything. Sure, he wanted a little fun but this was still work, after all.

The grid was removed in no time and the agent waited for Y/N to push herself up. He was prepared to see her fight the height of the rectangle, crossing his arms in front of his chest as his eyes pried on her in anticipation. A faint smirk rolled onto his face when she jumped up, her hands reached high for the metal and he was ready to see her fail. But his hopes were in vain. The woman placed her foot on a bookshelf next to the cabinet mid jump, pushing herself higher and finally reaching for the edges of the metal hole in the wall. Once she had gotten ahold of it, she pulled herself up without a struggle, disappearing within the blink of an eye.

Napoleon was surprised, though he fought to keep an unbothered expression on his face.

Her head popped out of the vent after a couple seconds. “Are you planning on coming up here, Mr. super spy?” Her tone was teasing and laced with a small smirk. He smiled, too. He had to.

Once up in the vent, he placed a tiny bug on the wall next to his exit. He put the grid back on the entrance, waiting for Y/N to ask what he had been doing, but - once again - his hopes were futile.

Napoleon cleared his throat, thinking that she probably didn’t see him place the device in the room. “I placed a listing device on the wall to-“

“To get some more intel. They will most likely discuss their strategies in this room. It’s too extravagant not to be important, I know. It’s a smart move. I would have done the same,” Y/N interrupted, and then she carefully moved through the steel tunnels, leaving a fuming agent behind. 

If she really would have done the same, then he would have been genuinely impressed. But his ego clouded his judgement for the moment, making him follow her just as carefully with a deep frown on his face and an even deeper annoyance lingering in his mind.

Y/N crawled through the system with determination. She had a plan of her surroundings and reached her destination without having to turn back once.

They were standing in front of the safe in the dark office, Napoleon had been so close to just an hour ago - before everything had gone to shit. Looking at each other to determine who would get the honors of actually retrieving the evidence, the brunette’s mind rattled. He had seen Y/N do some pretty impressive things tonight. And despite her constant aggravating, she had thrown in some good input the week before, when they were planning the mission. She was a good agent, he had to give her that. Maybe his ego had gotten the better of him on this task, though he couldn’t quite let go of his solo career just yet. Thus, he decided to test her one last time.

If she would be able to open the vault, he’d give her the benefit of the doubt. He probably didn’t have to work with the agent ever again, but he would keep her in mind as a talented one.

So, he nodded towards the black block of steel before them, crossing his arms before his chest once again. “Ladies first.” 

“Oh, how very kind of you, Mr. Solo?” Y/N raised her eyebrows as she dragged out his last name, and then she got to work. Her ear pressed on the cold surface as her hand began turning on the wheel for the locking mechanism. She turned it three times. Then changed direction, turned it again, and then one more time, with every movement slowing towards the end until a knowing smile appeared on her lips.

“Go ahead.” She motioned towards the safe, supposedly ready for him to open. And it did. Now, the speed at which she had cracked it was impressive, but it was a small safe, Napoleon had cracked far more complex ones. But he said he would give her the benefit of the doubt. And whether he liked it or not, she did earn it.

A silent rattling was heard outside the door and Y/N’s face shot at Napoleon in an instant. They were here. The agents looked around the room frantically and as their eyes met again, it seemed as though both of them knew exactly what to do.

As if they were in sync, Y/N moved to grab the file out of the safe the same time Napoleon sprinted for the window, opening it and securing a grabbling hook. Y/N leaned against the door to keep it shut, but the footsteps became louder and louder. And despite their attempts, the haste of the agents prevented a completely silent atmosphere. They had to hear them, even if it was just faint.

“Now would be a good time to go,” Y/N urged as a familiar clicking noise was heard beyond the door, “Napoleon...” Her head turned to the side as she pressed her ear to the door. Her tone was impatient, and as soon as she saw Napoleon ready, standing on the ledge of the window, she sprinted towards him. One leap from the cabinet in front of the window and the spy caught her with one arm locking on her waist. He shot one last look to the door, which flung open with three guards storming inside, their weapons raised. 

“Later, Gentlemen,” he said with a wink and then the agents descended down the building in one smooth, fast motion.

They ran into the darkness of the night as soon as they reached the ground, seeking refuge behind the dumpster of a diner a block away from the office building. Both of them catching their breaths as they sat on the floor, Y/N was clutching the file to her body.

Napoleon watched as her chest began to rise slower with every breath. Her forehead with from a thin layer of sweat, as did his. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked. His eyes trained on the diner sign above their heads as his rested against the brick wall of the building.

“What?” Her gaze followed his and her stomach grumbled when she spotted the sign as well.

About ten minutes later, the duo found themselves in a booth of the diner they had hidden behind moments prior. A plate of food was placed before either one of them as a familiar silence filled the space between them. Napoleon leaned back in his seat, watching as Y/N popped a fry in her mouth, the file laying beside them on the table - unbothered. 

“I have to admit, the end was kind of fun,” she attempted to break the quiet. But her opponent's eyebrows only raised at that.

“You think so? We almost got caught again.” The smile at the memory defeated his stoic attempt at a counter. Even if he didn’t want to admit it just yet, it was fun - a little, maybe. 

“But we made a good team.” Now Y/N leaned back as Napoleon reached forward to grab a couple of fries from his plate. His face was pensive as his eyes flickered between the file and the agent before him.

“Huh. I guess we did,” he shrugged. Then it was back to silence, again. The brunette watched the woman opposite him eat for a while, and she didn’t say anything about his staring at all. There was no denying it. It was fun and working with her had led him to finish the mission in no time - that was, once they actually worked together. She was good at what she was doing, and it almost pained him to admit that there were probably a couple things he could learn from her. So it was only fair to tell her, right?

It took everything for him to keep his voice steady, nevertheless. “You are a good agent, Y/N.” He wouldn’t apologize though, that was too much.

And Y/N seemed to know what laid on the tip of his tongue after the compliment, but she brushed it off with a smile as she bit into her burger with delight.

“Thanks, so are you.”

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Opening Requests!

Hi, everyone! I am opening requests again! Please read the rules carefully before submitting your request(s).

Rules

Send to my ask box! Please keep in mind that these requests are meant to be one-shot drabbles.

No smut. No pregnancy fics or A/B/O fics. No crossover fics. No actor x reader. All reader characters must be 18 or older. Other AUs acceptable.

I’m asking this time that requests do not ask me to continue fics I have written, regardless of whether they are multi-chapter or one-shots.

Identify the gender of the reader if you want something other than female.

Because I try to remain as true to character as possible, I reserve the right to reject or tweak requests to keep the characters in character.

Below are character lists divided by actors.

Oscar Isaac

The Moon Knight Boys, Poe Dameron

Pedro Pascal

Javi Gutierrez, Din Djarin, Ezra, Maxwell Lord

Diego Luna

Cassian Andor

Christian Bale

Gorr the God Butcher, Alfred Borden, John Preston, Patrick Bateman, Russell Baze

Henry Cavill

Napoleon Solo, August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Sherlock Holmes, Walter Marshall

Tom Hardy

Eames, Eddie Brock, Alfie Solomons, James Keziah Delaney, Bob (The Drop), Forrest Bondurant, Tuck, Tommy Conlon

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes, Charles Blackwood

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea

Ewan McGregor

Roman Sionis, Dan Torrance, Obi-Wan Kenobi

I’m also open to other characters and fandoms if you want me to try my hand at something!

#requests #Oscar Isaac x Reader #Pedro Pascal x Reader #Diego Luna x Reader #Christian Bale x Reader #Henry Cavill x Reader #Tom Hardy x Reader #Sebastian Stan x Reader #Chris Evans x Reader #Ewan McGregor x Reader #Oscar Isaac imagine #Pedro Pascal imagine #Diego Luna imagine #Christian Bale imagine #Henry Cavill imagine #Tom Hardy imagine #Sebastian Stan imagine #Chris Evans imagine #Ewan McGregor imagine

[special-agent-fiction]

Masterlist

Star Trek (2009)

Seasons of Us (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Just a look through the seasons of yours and Jim’s life together in Iowa (pre-Starfleet).  One-Shot

The View (Jim Kirk x Reader)

The reader is totally in love with the view from their window and Jim can’t quite understand why.  One-Shot

Fragments of You (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Jim’s having trouble after the events of ‘Into Darkness’ and honestly, everyone else is still really freaked out over the fact that he died. Everyone but you that is. You’re helping him through it all.  One-Shot

New Rules(Jim Kirk x Female Reader)

You didn’t ask for their help. In fact, you actively declined their input into the situation but Uhura scares you and Bones has a kick-ass stare and suddenly you’re letting them come up with a list of rules for how to live your life without falling head-over-heels in love with Jim Kirk. One-Shot

Part 1

Part 2

How To Save A Life (Spock x Reader)

Emotional outbursts are dangerous to Vulcan’s who spend their lives bottling everything up and Spock is an expert at the art of stoicism. Reader is a Starfleet therapist tasked with helping him post-Khan and ‘Into Darkness’.  One-Shot

Ex Astris, Scientia  (Spock x Reader)

Written for a request -  “Hi can you do story (long please) about reader being depressed and insecure and Spock finding out and comforting reader…”  One-Shot

The Hobbit

The Promise (Thorin Oakenshield x OFC)

Taken in by the Durin’s when she was a child, Eleonóra has lived through it all; the glory of Erebor, Smaug, the journey to Erid Luin and now a Quest to reclaim the hallowed halls stolen from them so many years ago. With a promise to fulfill she will do anything to keep her boys, all of them, safe from whatever lies ahead on the road to their lost homeland.

Chapter One - The Glory of Erebor

Chapter Two - A Fire Drake from the North

Chapter Three - Gundabad Orcs and Hallowed Halls

Chapter Four - A Changed Face

Chapter Five - Women’s Work

Chapter Six - The New Normal

Chapter Seven - Mahal Giveth and Mahal Taketh Away

Chapter Eight - New Beginnings (Again)

Chapter Nine - Snapshots of Life

Chapter Ten - Reflections

Chapter Eleven - The Head of an Empty Table

Chapter Twelve - A Chance Encounter

Chapter Thirteen - Coming Soon

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Duo (Napoleon Solo x OFC)

CIA Agent Napoleon Solo only allowed two people in the whole world to use his first name, both were female and one was his mother, bless her soul. The other? Well that’s confidential…or at least it was.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen (Final Chapter)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Hoist The Colours (Jack Sparrow x OFC)

One-Shot, Prequel to COTBP The plan had been to sail the Caribbean together until they the deck of their beloved Wicked Wench splintered beneath their feet from old age. But the Wench had splintered early and now Jack was out for blood; he’d summon the Pirate Lords himself if it meant getting Her out of Beckett’s clutches and back at his side, where she belonged.

#masterlist #my masterlist

[coloraturadiva]

A mistake - Chapter 3

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x F!Reader (You)

Summary:  Napoleon realises he had made a mistake

Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Warnings: angst, fluff, pregnancy (I’m sure I forgot something...)

Word Count: 2692

A/N: a special thank you to my lovely beta @iloveyouyen ! This is the third and last chapter of this story, I hope you’ll like it 😉

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

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Knock knock

“What are you doing here?”

There he was. You had heard no words from him for the past 2 weeks. As he said, he came to the house the day after he left to collect his things when you were at work and left his keys in the mailbox.

Now he stood on your doorstep looking like he was the one suffering from morning sickness. He was looking terrible, not his usual spit and polish self. Pale, his lips dehydrated, the eyes dull and puffy, the hair messy: he looked like he had aged 20 years in 14 days.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course” you felt unsure about his intentions, but you let him in nevertheless . “This is still your house anyway”. You didn't hear a word from him or his lawyer. You had expected a phone call or even papers delivered to you in a couple of days, but nothing happened, and you thought that he had been whisked away on a mission before having the time to arrange the situation with a lawyer.

“What do you want?” you asked him, not daring to look at him in the eye, fearing you'd burst out crying. You had cried so much during the past weeks that you thought you had no more tears in you, but his sudden appearance made you feel teary all over again.

“I left two very important things there” he answered in a soft, but raspy tone. Even his voice didn't sound like it used to be.

“Really?” you tried to sound polite, even if a million of different emotions were raging in your head: anger, fear, sorrow, loneliness, the urge to kiss him one last time... “What? I haven't seen anything...”

“My wife and my baby”.

“What?” your head span. You didn't trust your legs and went to sit on the closest seat you could find: an armchair in the parlour.

He followed you, terrified. His face turned even paler than before.

“What happened? Are you unwell?” he kneeled in front of you, his voice trembled with worry.

Your head snapped up. You looked at him in the eye for a second and... slapped him. You slapped him with all the force you had in your body. Maybe slapping a CIA agent wasn't the best idea for your safety, but you couldn't help yourself. He had to steady himself on the nearby sofa not to fall.

“YOU IDIOT! You come here out of nowhere after having left your PREGNANT wife and you even have the courage to ask me what happened and if I am unwell?! Of course I'm unwell, you broke my heart!” you were flushed, your breath laboured.

He looked at you wide eyed.

“I'm so sorry...” he began in a pleading tone, looking at his hands: he was still wearing his wedding band. Like you. “I panicked. I fucked it all up big time. I know I don't deserve to ask for anything and I'll understand if you won't get me back, but I had to try. I couldn't let go of everything we have built this way. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing I hadn't tried to get you back.”

“You did, all with your hands” you retorted bitterly.

“I know. And I'm the most stupid and undeserving man in the world. But I'm madly in love with you and I can't let you go for any reason.”

“Except an unwanted child” you bashed him.

He bowed his head.

“I... I wasn't expecting it. Coming home and seeing you with a bump...”

“No, you never wanted it, it's not the surprise factor. That would have caused you to stay speechless, to panic for ten minutes, to say something stupid, not to leave me in less than two minutes, without giving me the opportunity to explain, with those bitter words.”

“Bitter words?” he asked lost.

“I knew a baby would have come to separate us. That's what you said. It's not the baby's fault! How can it be? It's your fault! You went away treating me like a broken object, without even looking at me. Not even an animal deserves to be treated that way! And you started to talk about divorce papers in less than three seconds after having realised I was pregnant. That broke my heart, you know that? That physically broke my heart! That evening I thought I was gonna die right on the floor, where you had left me! And why did you do that? Because things weren’t going like you wanted, because I displeased you! How awful! And it happened ONCE. Once in all the years we have been together! Well, sorry, but I was not born with the sole purpose to please your cravings and your ego, I’m human too and I have my interests and my wishes as well. You always knew, from the very start, that I wanted to build a family with you, but you were so obsessively against the idea of having kids that I renounced my own wishes because I wanted to be with you. I’m sure you believe that I did get pregnant on purpose, but I didn’t do it, I swear. I was as surprised as you when I found out. I’m not the one that goes behind other people's backs, you are... So you wanted to punish me for something that’s not my fault, or, at least, is your fault as well. Of course! You are the important one here, while I’m the stupid, lovesick woman that offended you by getting pregnant, but I’ll never feel sorry about loving my baby! You can’t throw away people like a broken toy because things aren’t going like you have planned. I won’t accept it.”

He felt ashamed of himself like he never felt in his whole life. Stealing, the black market, spying, that was nothing compared to what he had done to you without even realizing.

“And you know what's the worst part of it?” you continued. “That I loved you. I kept on loving you anyway. Even if you had treated me so bad, I couldn't bring myself to hate you. Hating you would have made everything easy, but it was impossible. When I arrived home after work the day after you left, I hoped to find you there, or at least that you hadn't come to take away your things. That would have meant that you were in doubt, that you were still thinking about it. But when I arrived home, I saw that all was gone. Your wardrobe was empty, your drawers were empty, your library was empty, even the comforting smell of you was gone from this house. My heart broke yet again. It was really the end...”

You started sobbing, all the emotions of the past weeks washed over you at once. You felt overwhelmed.

"Do you want to know why I left?" he asked looking at the floor after having taken a deep breath. "Because I'm scared…"

"Oh, don't tell me!" you answered sarcastically. "The hero, the great secret agent is scared of a baby! Please, I'm not that stupid…"

"I'm not scared OF a baby." He whispered. "I'm scared FOR the baby. And for you".

"What?" you asked not getting his point. What was to be scared about? Women get pregnant and babies are born everyday. It's normal, it's natural.

"I… I've always been worried about your safety…" he hesitated. "You know who I am, you know what I have done, you know what I do… I can't control everything, I can't be here to protect you all the time. I'm constantly worried that one day someone could decide to seek revenge against me by hurting you. It's something that has been burning me from the inside since the very first time I saw you. I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt because of me. You don't deserve it, it's not right. I've done my fair share of bad things, but you are innocent, you shouldn't be in this mess… But you are right, I'm an egoist. Even if I wanted you to be safe, I loved you too much, I wanted you to be mine… Even if it was a risk for you… That's why I never wanted a baby. Thinking of you being in danger is already a big hardship for me, but a baby… That's too much. That's not a life for a baby. I know very well how it hurts you having me to stay away on missions all that time, not knowing if I'll come back all in one piece. That's wrong. A baby and a young mother shouldn't be living like that… That's why I panicked, that's why I left. I thought that with me gone, maybe you could have been safe, you could have built a new and better life for the two of you. Maybe with a better man… That’s it. I panicked and in my head, going away was a way to protect you..." he paused for long minutes, playing nervously with his wedding ring. "What can I do to make amends?” he begged. “Please, tell me.”

You kept on crying. You had no idea. You loved him, but he had hurt you so much you didn't know what you really wanted.

He was devastated. Seeing you crying, so trembling and fragile and all because of him made him feel physically sick.

He didn't think too much about it, or at the consequences: he went to sit on the armrest of the armchair and took you into his arms. He didn't move, he didn't caress you, he just held you still.

At first you were stiff, unsure about the unexpected contact, but soon enough you melted in his arms. It felt so good to be back where you felt you belonged after such a long time. You were unsure if you could ever forgive him, but you also knew that you couldn't live without him.

“What made you change your mind?” you suddenly asked in a whisper. “Why did you come here today?”

“You. Both of you.” He hesitated, his voice trembled. He sounded deeply emotional. “I mean, I love you. It's you, it's our baby. I don't want you to be with another man… I want to see our baby grow… I know it's a risk and I don’t know if I can protect you, but at least I want to try. I can't let you go… "

“Our baby” you sobbed.

“Yes, of course you were right. Like you are always right. It takes two to make a baby. I can't blame everything on you. I'm sure I did my part… I’m just a scared idiot, but I love you. It only took me too long to realise how much I love you and how important you and the baby are for me. More important than my fears.”

“The baby as well?”

“Yes, the baby as well. I love both of you so much”.

You sighed. He sounded like he meant his words. He sounded like himself again. A tired Napoleon, but your Napoleon.

“I... Your... Your grandmother visited me.”

“My grandmother? How? I don't know where you are staying now. How does she?”

“She probably has been a secret agent for all her life and never told a soul. I can't find a different explanation” he smiled. “Her methods are also quite... effective. I was there, tormenting myself to decide when was the best moment to come to you, if today was too soon, or already too late, when she knocked on my door, stormed in and gave me a lecture. She talked for 15 minutes straight, I think. She didn't let me say a word. And she beat me with her walking stick.”

“WHAT?”

“I told you her methods are effective. I said something that displeased her, and she wanted to make it clear.”

“You probably deserved it...”

“Indeed. I deserved that and your slap too.”

“You had already decided to come back before her visit?” you changed the subject.

“Yes. Two days after I left you, when I found myself with all my things in a house that wasn't ours and without you and having left you alone, I realised that I made the biggest mistake of my life.”

“That was nearly two weeks ago...”

“I know, but I didn't have the courage to come, I had no idea what to say...”

“And waiting made a difference?”

“Yes, because the more the days passed, the more I was sure that I missed you and that leaving you alone wasn’t the best way to keep you and the baby safe. I realised that I made a big mistake. Not being with you was a mistake… By leaving you I was only hurting you, not protecting you...”

You both fell silent. One secretly praying to not have ruined it all with his own hands, the other reflecting on her feelings, trying to understand if forgiveness was an option.

“Could you ever forgive me?” he asked tentatively after several minutes, still holding you in his arms.

“No.”

He froze. He felt like he had been slapped again. But more forcefully, this time.

“I already did. The moment I let you in, I had already subconsciously forgiven you. I love you too much to live without you, I want to have you there with me. And you came back to me...” you sighed. “You know I can't stay mad at you for too long...” you softly smiled.

“Even after what I did?” he still didn't dare to look you in the eye.

“Even after what you did... I would like to believe that I'm doing it for the baby's sake, but the truth is that I'm doing it for myself. I'm terribly greedy when it comes to you.”

He dared to kiss you on the top of your head. You didn't resist.

It felt so good. It felt simply right.

You suddenly disentangled from his arms and got up from the armchair. You started to walk away.

Napoleon was startled. What was happening? Why did you start to move so suddenly? The kiss was too much?

“Come with me”. He heard your voice from the corridor and bolted in your direction.

He caught up with you in the guest room.

You turned to face him, standing close to a big box.

"Yesterday I saw this crib in a shop and even if it's a bit early, I had to buy it. But I'll need your help to put it together" you smiled weakly.

Napoleon looked at the big box. It was white, decorated with cute pastel green Teddy bears. He always had a penchant for beautiful (and expensive) things, he was an expert in art and antiquities anyway, and was used to treating himself with ridiculously expensive clothes, but had never paid attention to these kinds of things, thinking they would never interest him. However, right now that box looked to him as magnificent as a Raffaello painting.

He neared you gingerly, afraid of doing something wrong.

"Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want to put this crib together  with you. And all the rest of the things for the baby. And us. I want us to be together...” you trailed off.

“I miss you”.

“I miss you too.”

You looked down at your growing belly.

“Come here” you threw your arms around his neck. One of Napoleon's hands went instinctively to your belly. You looked carefully at his face. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, but was trying hard not to break apart in front of you.

“How are you?” he sounded suddenly concerned about your health. “How do you feel?”

You cupped his cheek.

“I'm good now” you smiled at him.

“I'm sorry. For everything” he uttered, deep affliction clearly ringing in his voice. "You'll be safe. Both of you. I promise…"

“I know” you answered softly. “Let's forget about the past weeks, shall we? Let's start anew from today.”

“I love you Y/N”.

“I love you Napoleon”.

Thanks to everyone who read my story and made it to the end! 😘

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Don’t Talk, Just Hold Me Closer

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 1.5K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie allows Leon in, and Leon tests the waters with a little experiment.

Warnings: smut, Daddy kink - not DDlg(I think), pet names (Daddy, little one, angel), male!Dom/female!sub, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, humiliation/degradation (slut is used lovingly), spit kink, non-barrier contraception, unprotected p-in-v sex, fluffy pillow talk

A/N: I'm a bit nervous to post this chapter, but this was my plan all along...to get kinky. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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The kiss he missed so deeply was back in his clutches. The taste of her was like ambrosia, food of the gods. He could and planned to get lost in this kiss over and over. He takes a moment to lean back, licking his lips and cradling her face in his hand. “Shall we move this elsewhere?”

“Bedroom, Leon.” Bobbie pleads, tightening her legs around him before leaning back in to kiss him.

Devouring her moans, he moved slowly through the apartment in the direction of her bedroom. Finding the door open, he enters and closes the door behind them.

Leon spins and holds Bobbie up against her bedroom door. Her fingers are tangled in his now messy curls and his hands are exploring underneath her skirt. Their kissing is a mix of lips, tongues, and teeth. Leon swallows her little moans, pressing himself into her embrace. He just doesn’t feel close enough. He wants to be inside her so badly.

He pulls back to rest his forehead against hers, and the whine she lets out is too precious. He chuckles lowly and places a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Easy there, Sweetness. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just thinking,” He starts to grind his stiffening erection into her clothed core, “Thinking whether I wanna try something with you.”

“I wanna try it.” Her impulsivity got the better of her.

“How about some roleplay? You’re gonna be my little one,” He caresses her cheek, “And I’ll be Daddy. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She says, biting her lip and focusing her pleading eyes on him.

Using one arm to hold Bobbie, Leon uses the other to unbutton his pants and slowly and carefully pull the zipper down. She reaches down to stroke his uncut length, marveling at how warm and thick his dick is. For a moment, she wonders if she will be able to accommodate his girth. 

That thought quickly is out of her mind as she feels him working his hand inside her panties. One finger and then two are sliding into her tight heat. They both continue to play with each other until their breathing picks up. 

Leon turns them around and deposits Bobbie onto the bed, climbing in after her. “As much as I would love to fuck into you while standing, I need to make sure I don’t pass out from the pleasure of sliding into your pretty pussy for the first time, little one.” 

Pulling off her panties, he slides between her legs and lets his cock lay heavy on her mound. Leaning forward on one arm at the side of her head, he grips the base of his cock and teases the head through her folds. 

“Do we need protection? I would love to feel you, skin on skin.”

“I’m on the pill. I wanna feel you too, Daddy.”

At her mewling, he slides in slow and true. He sits inside her for a moment allowing her to get used to the stretch and himself to calm his heightened state of arousal.

He maintains eye contact with her and she whines, moving her hips to try and get friction. He has a smirk on his face as he watches her fuck herself shallowly on his dick.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders, little one.”

The answering whimper sent shivers down his spine. He then helped her fold in half, holding her there, their hips flush against one another.

Still, he only would grind his pelvis into her, not moving in and out yet. That evil smirk on his face as he stares her down, obviously waiting for something. Raising his eyebrows, his face turns into one of expectation.

“Um…please?” Her hands clutch at his biceps as he looks down at her.

“Please…,” Leon adjusted his hips to pull out slightly then freezes, “What’s my name, little one?”

“Daddy! Please fuck me, Daddy!” The whimpers soon turn to sobs as tears fall down her face with the shock of his first thrust.

“Mmmm, that’s my good girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well,” He begins an even pace, leaning down to kiss away her tears and praise her, “Fuck. So fucking tight and hot around me.” 

Changing his angle slightly, he began massaging her inner bundle of nerves. Noticing how her sobs were getting louder and her breathing was becoming erratic, he doubled down on his assault on her pussy.

“I want you to play with your clit, little one. Come on Daddy’s cock. Stop fighting it, stop thinking. Daddy will do all the thinking for you. Don’t worry that empty little head.” 

Bobbie’s hand sped up on her clit and soon enough, her walls were fluttering around Leon’s length. Her sugary sweet moans were music to his ears as he fucked her through her orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me. Doing just what you’re told. Perfect little angel,” Moving to sit on his heels, he let his hands roam over her body. Rubbing her belly, pinching and teasing her nipples, his hand continued to rise up her body, “May Daddy wrap his hand around your throat?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She’s nodding and reaching for his hand to put it on her neck.

“Look who’s eager to be Daddy’s little slut. Is there anything you won’t do for Daddy?”

“Anything for Daddy,” Her dreamy voice left her mouth as he tightened his hand.

“That’s right, my little slut. You’ll take anything that Daddy gives you right?” He releases his grip and she breathes in deeply.

“Yes, Daddy,” Catching her breath, she looks up at him with soft umber eyes.

“Open your mouth, little one.” He gathers the saliva in his mouth and spits it into her awaiting mouth, “That’s my good girl, swallowing it down. Daddy is so close, little one. Where do you want my cum?”

“Inside me, Daddy. Please fill me up?” She made sure to poke out her bottom lip in a pout that went straight to his dick.

“Oh, little one, I would love to fill you up with my cum. Are you ready for me?”

All she can do is nod as he fucks into her. She feels him continually burying himself inside her so deeply. His pulsing cock empties inside her while he latches onto her mouth in a feverish kiss. His warm, heavy load shot into waiting walls.

She swallows the grunts and groans he unleashes. She moves her ankles off his shoulders and wraps them around his waist. Pushing back some wet curls from his forehead, she broke the kiss to catch her breath. She tightened her thighs against his waist when she felt him trying to pull out.

“Sweetness,” His voice drawls a bit, and his eyes are fluttering open, “As much as I love being inside you, I am so sensitive right now. Let me pull out and I’ll fuck you again later.”

She unhooks her legs from around him, letting him escape her clutches. As his semi-hard cock slips free, he watches as his spend leaks from her swollen cunt. Stuffing himself back into his slacks, he lays down next to her and pulls her close.

“So, that was interesting. I like to roleplay, it would seem.” She lays an arm around his middle, giving him a good squeeze.

“You take orders very well. Like a natural submissive,” The arm around her cuddles back in return, “Have you ever experimented with submission?”

“Never. But I’m interested in it. Is it just during sex or is it all of the time?” The curiosity in her voice excited him.

“Well, that depends. We could do it just during sex, we could expand it to 24/7 Dominant and submissive roles, or we could just do it a couple of times a week. Whatever works for us,” He lays a kiss on the top of her head, “But I did really enjoy hearing you call me Daddy.”

“I liked it when you called me little one, Daddy.”

“That’s my sweet little one,” He tips her head up to kiss her forehead, “We can talk about it after a nap. I think we both deserve a little reset, what do you think?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m tired. Can we still cuddle?” 

“Of course, we can cuddle, little one. Come and get comfy with Daddy.”

She pulls the comforter over them and wraps herself around him. “Kisses?”

“Always, sweet one.” He licks at her lips as she leans in, licking into her mouth as she opens up for him. He is truly addicted to her kiss. 

And now, he was ready to be addicted to a few other parts of her. From her curiosity to her natural submission, Leon was smitten with Bobbie. He’s only known her for a handful of days and he was already starting to think about taking her on as a sub. Instead of worrying about the future, he just decides to take a nap with a pretty girl.

Chapter 4

A/N: The title of this chapter is taken from Take Care of Business by Nina Simone. I love Nina and this is the second time she’s inspired some Napoleon fiction.

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[onlyhenrys]

‘’It’s a fever’’

@iloveyouyen send me this:  Fic idea: napoleon is sick and needs nurturing. There’s a shower, tucking in, getting medication, and spoon-feeding some spicy chicken soup. He sleeps and snores like a tired puppy afterward

I changed it a little bit, but I’m pretty sure you’re still gonna enjoy it <3 I love you babe and I hope you feel better soon 

Also, a special thank you to @cloverjean for demanding me to write this story XD 

Word Count: 1.4K 

‘’I hate this,’’ he mumbled, his eyes drooping as you offered your arm as support. A groan escaped from his lips as he swung his legs out of the cab, leaning heavily on his crutches before falling back in his wheelchair.  

You leaned down to press a kiss on his cheek. ‘’That’s what you get for being reckless.’’

You heard him mutter under his breath as you pushed him forwards, towards the house that the two of you shared. Napoleon got injured at one of his missions and even though his wounds had healed, he was still left with a nasty fever that just wouldn’t disappear. The doctors had sent him home to ‘heal’ as he drove them insane by his constant nagging. He just needed you and the thought of finally being able to sleep next to you again already made him feel a lot better. 

You turned on the lights as you pushed his wheelchair towards the living room, revealing the re-decorated space. A special hospital team had gone out of their way to make sure that you had everything you needed to take care of him at home. The furniture was pushed to the side as Napoleon wouldn’t have enough strength to sit up for a while, instead replaced with your bed. They even brought extra pillows, making sure that he would be comfortable enough. 

You stopped in the middle of the room and crouched down in front of him, placing your hand on his knee. “You think you have enough strength for a shower?” 

You could see how much energy it cost him to even lift his head, but he still nodded, a weak smile on his face. “Will you join me?” 

You snorted and reached for his crutches, handing them to him. ‘’Yes, Solo. I will join you.’’ 

His eyes followed you as you moved to stand behind him, ready to wrap your arms around his chest and lift him up from his chair. You intertwined your arm with him and together you made your way towards the bathroom. You were glad that you convinced Napoleon to dress in sweatpants because undressing the heavily built man from his suit would’ve been way too complicated, especially with him on the verge of collapsing. 

While he was in the hospital, you bought a shower chair, so you could help him wash, without worrying about keeping him upright. 

You turned on the water and waited till it was hot enough, before guiding him to the chair, chuckling slightly as he gasped when the hot water touched his sore skin. You reached for one of the shampoo bottles and the calming scent of lavender filled your nose, dragging a soft sigh from his lips as you massage the perfumed liquid through his soaked strands. 

‘’I feel bad,’’ he breathed, his eyes closed as you tipped his head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair. 

‘’Why’s that?’’

He pressed his head against your stomach as you moved under the hot stream, his arms wrapped around your waist. ‘’I made you worry,’’ you shivered as he pressed his lips on your skin, ‘’I hate seeing that frown between your eyebrows, especially when it’s my fault.’’ 

You reached behind him to turn off the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack, draping it around his shoulders, rubbing his arms to keep him warm. You decided to stay quiet, to save the conversation for another time when he wasn’t exhausted and burning with a fever. 

Yes, you hated seeing him in that hospital bed; but you knew there was a possibility of him getting hurt when you married him. 

You quickly dried yourself off before helping him get dressed, slowly guiding him back to the living room, where his bed was waiting for him. You tucked him in and smiled as his breathing immediately evened out, his body exhausted after their shower. The fading light of the sun lit up the room, embracing him in a golden glow, making him look like a fallen angel, with his dark hair and pale skin. You crossed your arms and watched as his lashes fluttered against his cheeks while he dreamed. His lips parted and a soft snore escaped, causing you to giggle. 

You absolutely hated it when he snored, not being able to stand the sound as he kept you awake, but you didn’t mind it now, not after you almost lost him. 

You tied your hair back in a ponytail as you made your way to the kitchen, collecting the ingredients for spicy chicken soup. Your mom used to make it for you when you were sick and it was something that always managed to get you back on your feet. 

For the next hour, you busied yourself with the soup, Napoleon’s snores filling the silence as you moved around the kitchen, filling a bowl with the scenting dish. You shuffled back to the living room, balancing the bowl in your hands, before placing it on the nightstand. His head lolled to the side, his mouth wide open as he took ragged breaths. You reached out and brushed the pad of your thumb over his cheeks, pressing your lips against his forehead, slowly waking him up. 

His bloodshot eyes blinked open, trying to focus on your face, drawing a lopsided smile. 

‘’Hello, beautiful,’’ he rasped, before pushing himself up, his face scrunched together with effort, ‘’ do I smell your famous chicken soup?” 

You picked up the bowl and he reached for it, trying to pull it from your hands, but you wouldn’t have any of it and held it out of his reach. “Uh, uh, uh, you need to save your strength,” you held back a chuckle as his bottom lip sticks out, creating a small pout, “let me help you.” 

You lifted the spoon to his lips and he gazed at you before taking a bite. You watched in amusement as his eyes rolled back and a moan escaped. “I missed your cooking,” he smiled, rubbing his belly, “no one makes spicy chicken soup the way you do.” You rolled your eyes at him and lifted another spoon to his lips, successfully shutting him up. 

You managed to feed him half of the bowl before he started to nod off again. You tucked the blankets around his shoulders and moved away from the bed when a burning hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. 

His cerulean eyes rested on your face, his cheeks red with fever as he pulled you closer to the bed.

“Stay,” he whispered, “please.” 

You couldn’t say no to him and walked around the bed to lay down next to him, on top of the covers. He pulled you against his chest and sighed as you placed your cold hands on his skin, cooling him down. His body became limp and you thought he has fallen asleep when he spoke up, brushing his hand through your hair. 

“I love you, you know that?” 

You lifted your head off his chest and met his gaze. “Of course I know, silly. I love you too.” 

He averted his gaze and searched for your hand, holding it tightly in his own. “I just feel like I don’t tell you enough.” 

Tears started to build in your eyes and you opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off as he continued. “You mean the world to me,” he shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, “and I know that you want to build a family together, so,” his eyes locked with yours, “I decided to quit.” 

You gasped, “Leon, are you - “ 

“I chose you, and I know I should’ve done that years ago, but I can’t change the past,” he took a deep breath and squeezed your hand, “the most important thing is, is that I’m ready now, I’m ready to start a family with you.” 

You threw your arms around him and buried your face in the crook of his neck, not minding the sweat that covered his skin. “Thank you, Leon. Thank you,” you leaned back and took a good look at his face, noticing the dark shadows underneath his eyes, “get some sleep, love. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” 

“Sleep now.”

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[okay-klepto]

I have so many WIPS... why do I do this to myself...?

Anyway, here's a list of my Henry Cavill/Henry adjacent fics:

The first one is something about Geralt and Jaskier that I have no recollection of writ.... OH! I remember! This one was based on a piece of fanart I saw! It was gonna be Jaskier thinking up some melody and needing to write it down right away, but Geralt is like ahem I am literally in the middle of fucking you. I should find that piece of fanart...

Next is... oh August Walker x Plus Sized! Reader! You and August work in the same building (I'd image this is where he does off the field work), and August's favorite past time is staring at you ass when you come up to copy papers since his office/desk is right there. He loves staring at your tight skirt and the tummy roll that peaks out over the waistband.

Oh my babysitting fic! Basically you need to go away for the day for work and Henry (your bf) takes care of your toddler (from a previous relationship) for the day. I really wanted Henry holding baby, feeding baby, taking baby to the park, playing with baby, napping with baby. Just a bunch of fluff.

Oh a Napoleon fic. So Nap goes out for a bit, comes home, and surprises you with dinner. Maybe some sexy time at the end???? I don't remember and I didn't get that far.

August and Henry... oh yeah! Henry pretends to be August Walker and fucks you hard and mean. Then Henry (no longer pretending) comes back when you're all done and take care of you. I think it was this one that was all dirty talk and naming calling... and August shoving your panties in your mouth because you kept making noise?

My Sherlock/Victorian Henry fic! So I never watched Enola Holmes, and I'm still on the fence about the casting choice for Sherlock Holmes, but I love the look. This was a one shot that was you going to the Cavill estate (set in victorian era or something like that) and dropping off a confession letter and running. You were trying to be really sneaky and smooth because Henry was the richest and more eligible bachelor around, but you knew he would never actually go for a gal like you. But he ends up catching you as you were trying to make your escape. He ends up pinning you to a stone wall (out of sight from other people) and putting his tongue down your throat. Being the cheeky bastard he is, he tells you not to tell anyone and that he'll visit you later to show you a good time. I think he also walks you home after the little makeout session.

Oh this one I need to finish! It's just another quite one shot of Henry ordering takeout (or take away) for the both of you. You hear his rattling off a whole bunch of dishes so you assume he's ordering a feast for both of you, but then he stops and asks what you want. I was inspired by an interview clip where he mentions always getting multiple sets of utensils bc restaurants think he's ordering for more than one person.

This one is 2.5 sentences and titles "ShortSoftGeralt." I think it was just gonna be Geralt coming in from the cold outside and cuddling with you in bed.

And of course, my most recent one, Geralt ending up injured and being taken care of my reader who is living and studying in a monastery.

So that's all of them (I think). Any sound interesting? Let me know! I wanna write more, but I wanna write stuff that people want to read. Reply or DM me and we can talk.

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Angel... Henry Cavill x Reader

sooo I wrote a thing, and while it is not Geralt (I apologize), it is Henry. Also I have never written anything like this before... ever :// so feedback would be appreciated (pls be nice I wrote this in an hour). 

Smut below the cut

I need to go to church, however tame this may be,,, sorry lamo. again. 

Word Count: 657

He slams me against the wall, eliciting a quick groan of pain from me, which was soon chased away by pleasure. The wide expanse of his shoulders towering my own made me realize just how massive he is, but I am quickly distracted when his plush lips capture mine, effectively silencing my needy whimpers. The kiss is brutal, his stubble leaving red marks down my jawline and neck as he licks his way down to my bare chest while his hands roam every inch of my body. Slowly, oh so slowly, he leans back and looks at me, panting and growling like a starved animal, even unconsciously licking his lips as his pupils dilate impossibly further.  

A broken moan escapes me as his thigh finds purchase between my legs, pinning me between his body and the wall. “Henry… please.” I’m not quite sure what I’m begging for, but my cry snaps Henry from his trance. He takes my right nipple into his mouth and gently sucks, causing me to buckle against his muscled thigh. Not wanting to leave my other breast unattended, he circles my nipple with his thick thumb, clamping down hard enough to sting. 

A dark laugh escapes Henry when I grind myself on his jean-clad thigh, struggling to find friction where I most need it. The vibration only leaves me more wanting than before. He releases my nipple with an audible ‘pop’ and blows the area his mouth left, the cool air causing it to pebble. Which causes Henry to groan. 

“Oh y/n,” His voice is dark with a promise of pleasure, “I can feel you through my jeans.” His face inches closer to my neck, angling down, watching my chest rise and fall rapidly. “I can feel how wet you are for me.” He finished with a growl and a nip to my earlobe. 

Pathetic and as desperate as I am for him, I only nod, “Please. I need you.” I urge again. My hands cup my breasts and squeeze, trying to replicate the feel of his mouth, to no avail. Bucking faster on his thigh, I lift my face to his.   

Henry’s blue eyes darken imperceptibly and his rough hands, calloused by years of lifting weights and riding horses take mine and pin them to the wall, “I quite like watching you ride me, Angel.” He bites my shoulder and licks a path of fire to my ear. He speaks so lowly, his voice rumbles, “Use. me.” Two words which are nothing but an erotic snarl. 

He flexes his thigh, causing the friction to grow hopelessly more delicious. Molten desire drips from me as I understand his command. I grind myself against Henry with my hands trapped to the wall, my movements become restless, seeking a rhythm to send me over the edge. I manage to moan Henry’s name through the lust clouding my head. 

“I know, Angel, I know.” He coos, “Such a good girl, riding my leg like this.” The sound of his voice is enough to bring me to the edge. He lets go of my wrists and I fist his dark, curly hair, bringing his mouth to my own. 

Just when I think I can’t take any more, Henry grabs my nipple and twists, sending a spark of pleasure straight to my core, “Come, y/n.” The combination of his request and his ministrations left me trembling against his leg, spasming over and over again with no end in sight. “Jesus Christ, Angel.” Henry laughs against my hair, “Just imagine if I’d have actually fucked you.” My whimpers are drowned out by the rush of blood rushing in my ears. His hands fists my curly hair, making even more of a mess out of the unruly ringlets.

“I missed you, Henry.” And damn me. Damn me straight to Hell if I hadn’t.

He sighs and plants a kiss on my sweaty forehead, “I missed you more Angel.” 

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Never Thought I’d See You Again

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Warnings: violence, mild cursing and smut

Summary: Somebody from your past shows up on a job.

A/N: Finally something that’s not Ransom. I’m thinking of writing a prologue to this. Let me know what y’all think.

You slipped into the back room of the nightclub, escaping the noise of the main room. You tugged on your tight dress to make sure that it hadn’t rode up and was still hugging you in all of the right places.

“You asked to see me?” you said in a high and flirty voice as you slipped into the dark room.

2 men were sat across from each other at a round table, playing a hand of cards with a bottle of vodka between them. There was a larger one who you knew well. He had hired you.

The other one you were not familiar with. Although, judging from the fact that he was playing cards with one of the most powerful men in Russia and winning from the looks of it, he was equally important.

“Yes!” the larger man called out with delight in a heavy Russian accent. “This is the thief I tell you about,” he said, gesturing wildly to his friend and betraying just how much he had had to drink. “They say she can steal anything.”

“But she’s a woman,” the smaller man replied with a stiff English accent.

“And a very special one at that. Y/N, come sit! There’s always a place for you right here,” he said as he patted his lap with a wink.

“Thank you, Mr. Volkov, but you know my rules. I don’t sleep with clients.”

“Shame. Well, anyways I would like for you to meet my most favorite friend. May I present to you Mr. Studebaker.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said as you extended a dainty hand for him to shake.

“How did a pretty girl like you end up in a job like this?” he asked regarding you with a quizzical gaze.

“Times were tough after the war. You do what you can to get by,” you replied glibly. “Are we almost ready to start? You still haven't told me what you would like me to steal.”

“Oh no! We are waiting on one more associate,” Mr. Volkov said. “He is coming.”

At that moment, the other door at the back of the room burst open with a crash. Standing in the doorway was a man you never thought that you would see again, and wished to God you weren’t seeing him now.

“Mr. Winston! It is so good to see you!” Mr. Volkov called out from where he sat. Mr. Studebaker just gave the newcomer a cordial nod.

Winston. That was a new one.

“You have already met Mr. Studebaker, but you must meet the darling Miss Y/L/N.”

“We’ve met before,” Mr. Winston replied with a blinding smile in your direction. It was the same smile that used to make you melt into a puddle on sight. You just smiled tightly in response.

“Good! Good! So we are all acquainted then. Wonderful!” Mr. Volkov said heartily.

“I think it would be best if we got straight to business,” Studebaker interjected before Volkov could continue.

“Yes! Yes, of course. Straight to business! Miss Y/L/N, as you know you have been hired to steal something. Studebaker, here will provide you with the information. Winston with help with communication. From now on he will be your liaison between you and us. Studebaker?”

“Miss Y/L/N, we have heard tell that the Germans are trying to make a plane that is faster than the speed of sound and will be undetectable on our radar. We need you to find the plans for these plans and bring them to us,” Studebaker explained.

“But I thought that your governments were in control of Germany?” you asked.

“We are, but we got a bit distracted and may have given them more freedom than my government originally intended,” Volkov said, filling in the blanks. “Do you have anything to add, Mr. Winston?”

“Just that I look forward to working with Y/N again” he said with a sly smile in your direction.

“Well if that’s all gentleman, I think I’ll take a smoke outside.”

“Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. Yes, from now on all of our plans with be related to you through Mr. Winston. He’ll be in contact shortly.” Mr. Volkov said before he stood up and exited back into the mainroom.

You stood and walked out the back door to stand in the damp alleyway behind the club. You pulled out a cigarette and placed it between your lips.

“Need a light?” came a deep voice from behind you, causing you to jump and drop your cigarette.

“What are you doing out here, Mr. Winston.”

“It’s been a long time, Y/N.”

“Not long enough,” you replied sharply.

“Look, just come back to my hotel room, and we can talk about this.”

“I don’t sleep with my clients.”

“I’m not a client and I never was,” he whispered in your ear as he pulled in by your waist. “It’s not safe to talk here and you know that. Don’t be difficult.”

“Fine,” you sighed as you leaned into his touch lightly.

After a silent cab ride back to his hotel, you finally made it to his room.

“Is the room clear?” you asked as soon as the door swung closed behind you.

“It’s clear,” he answered. “I’ve missed you Y/N.”

“It’s a pity I can’t say the same, Napoleon,” you replied quickly putting extra emphasis on his name. “Winston’s a new one. When did that happen?”

“When I blew all my old aliases, and the CIA comes up with my covers for me now.”

“You’re working for the CIA now?” you asked in disbelief.

“They backed me into a corner. I didn’t have any other options.”

“Napoleon Solo didn’t have any other options?”

“They caught me red handed. It was either this or jail!”

“Sell out,” you muttered.

“How have you kept yourself off of their radar for so long?”

“Because I don’t suffer from terminal male bravado.”

“I’m wounded,” Napoleon joked with a brilliant smile, and you could feel yourself giving in to his charm.

“So why are you here?”

“The US is worried that if the Russians get their hands on those plans, all of our international turmoil could come to a boil,” he answered. “That dress must be digging into you. Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable?”

“You’ve got to be kidding with me,” you sighed with exasperation. “That’s never happening again.”

“You can’t blame me for trying. We were so good together, Y/N.”

“You left me in Paris. I was forced to go to Belgium alone without the artwork our employers had already paid for and that you had stolen out from under my nose. I was forced to pay the consequences for that alone.”

“I’m sorry, but we’re thieves. Stealing is what we do.”

“Not from each other!” you shouted as you moved to the door. “Goodbye Napoleon. Call me when you have information about the job.”

…

“Hello,” you asked groggily as you picked up the telephone and rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

Who could be calling you this early?

“Good morning, princess! Did I wake you?” Napoleon’s voice asked sarcastically on the other end of the phone.

“Do you have news about the job?”

“Yes. It’s happening tonight. I’ll pick you up at 8. You know what to wear.”

“Yes,” you said before disconnecting the phone and trying to go back to sleep.

…

That night you were waiting in the back alley of your hotel, dressed in all black, when Napoleon pulled up in his car.

“Does it have to be so flashy?” you asked as you slipped inside.

“I think it’s a perfectly fine car,” Napoleon said as he patted the dash appreciatively.

“Whatever,” you sighed, knowing that it wasn’t worth the fight. “Where are we going?”

“There’s a missile base near here. Volkov has provided us with a way in. It should be a quick job. The guards will be heavily armed though, so watch out for that. The plans are in a locked drawer in the commander’s desk. I trust you’re still good at lockpicking.”

“Don’t worry about me. I can handle myself.”

“Okay. I’ll be covering you from the outside. You can radio if you get into trouble. You’ll meet me in the same place that I will drop you off.”

“Got it.”

“It’s a long drive to the base. How have you been?”

“Don’t try to make small talk with me, Napoleon. It doesn’t work.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Well, don’t!” you snapped.

…

When you finally reached the base, you exited the car and approached the gates furtively. You cut a hole through the wire and crawled inside. Once you were in, you found a door and picked the lock on it. You slipped inside and made your way down the narrow hallway.

According to the plans that Studebaker had obtained, the commander’s office should be just ahead on your right. When you reached the door, you were shocked to find that it was already open. You rushed to the desk and quickly located the drawer that the file was located in. You skillfully picked the lock and located the file.

You stood up from behind the desk, shocked at how easy this job had been, when you found yourself face to face with an angry German soldier wielding a gun.

With no other choice, you leapt over the table at the soldier, hoping that he wouldn’t have time to fire. You pinned him to the ground and began to punch him in the hopes of knocking him out, but unfortunately luck was not in your favor. Maybe it was something in the water that was keeping this soldier going. You finally managed to grab a mug from the desk and knock out the soldier with that.

“Uh, Solo?” you asked into the radio. “I’m gonna need that exit soon. Things aren’t looking good.”

“Got it,” came Napoleon’s staticky voice from the other end.

You raced down the hallway at top speed and flew out the door, tripping God only knows how many alarms. You could hear sirens start to blare behind you as you burst through the gates. You were closing in on Napoleon where he sat in the car that was already running. Just a few more feet, and you felt yourself get hit. You were down.

…

“Napoleon?” you asked as you sat up in bed and winced. You looked down and saw bandages wrapped tightly around your torso. “What’s going on?”

“It’s okay. You’re safe,” he said as he swept into the room.

You had never seen Napoleon look so casual before. He was wearing khakis and a T-shirt that was two sizes too small.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked as he pulled up a chair to sit beside the bed that you were laying in.

“We were on a mission. What happened?”

“You were shot.”

“How long was I out?”

“Two weeks. You’re mostly healed now. How are you feeling?”

“Good. It hurts to move a little though.”

“Well, I made you some soup. I’ll bring you a bowl, and I can get you some more medicine for the pain,” he said, heading into what you assumed was the kitchen.

“You always were a good cook,” you said as he set a bowl down in front of you.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N.”

“What about the mission? Volkov? Studebaker?”

“I told them that you had died, and the mission was a failure.”

“Thank you,” you said softly as you sipped some of your soup.

“If you want, there’s a place for you at the CIA. We could work together again.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said as you smiled softly into your chest.

“Where am I?” you asked as you took a look around at your unfamiliar surroundings.

You were in a cabin kind of place. Although it was sparsely decorated, it felt homey. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace across from you and you could smell dinner cooking in the room next to yours.

“My house.”

“We’re in the States?”

“No, I have a cabin in the south of France, and this is it.”

“When did you buy this. Why didn’t I know?”

“I bought this five years ago when I thought that you and I had a future.”

“You bought me a house?” you asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” Napoleon answered as he focused intently on the floor. “I always meant to come back for you in Belgium, but when I got there, I couldn’t find you. The men who hired us lied and said that you had left me.”

“I didn’t know.”

“You couldn’t have.”

You leaned up gently and pressed a soft kiss to Napoleon’s lips. He kissed you back slowly, careful not to hurt you. You pressed harder.

“Are you okay? Is this okay?” Napoleon asked as he pulled away.

“Just kiss me, Solo,” you said as you grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him closer.

You took his shirt off and ran your hands over his strong chest and arms. You had missed this. He was slowly pulling off yours, trying not to touch your bandages. He pulled off both your pants and panties in one swift motion and settled himself between your thighs. You moaned deeply as he ate you out.

“Please Napoleon,” you panted. “I want you inside of me.”

Not needing to be told twice, Napoleon finished undressing, and climbed back on top of you. He kissed you deeply, and thrust inside of you. He set a slow pace at first, but got progressively faster.

“I’m so close!” you shouted as your fingernails dug into his shoulders. You came all over his cock and he followed close behind you.

After you had both cleaned yourselves up, you snuggled into his side and sighed happily.

“You know, I think I will take that job with the CIA,” you said as you kissed him like it was something you were planning to do for the rest of your life.

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[espinosaurusrexex]

Drabble List

Hey Hey! Here are some Drabble prompts I collected/ wrote myself. I’m excited to see how this will turn out. If you have other prompt ideas, feel free to send those in as well.

Anyways, here you go:

Why didn’t you say that to my face?

Is that real?!

Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.

Right now you’re just being really annoying.

Call 911 this isn’t funny!

How come you’re still so stubborn, Sugar?

I hate this. I hate you!

It made a difference to me.

Oh come on, just kiss (me) already!

Why are you pushing me away?

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Ok, just NO!

Fuck him/ her. Fuck everything!

Im putting this in the Vlog/ Video.

Wake up! Please, please wake up!

Oh wow. Yeah same.

Am I dreaming?

But I’m not her/ him.

Oh Shit. No, don’t climb that!

This is hard.

Can I kiss you?

How did this (even) happen?

I’m cold and you smell bad.

I’m not good enough, that’s all.

Well, there’s good news and bad news.

Didn’t you forget something?

This is not mine.

I can’t sleep. Do you mind?

Can I/you come over?

You’re hands are cold.

You knew?

Stop being grumpy.

Stop being so damn cute, I’m mad at you.

You’re breaking my heart, babe.

Be serious for two minutes, please.

I’m not leaving until you open the door.

I heard what you said.

Do you know something?

Nothing ever really measured up.

Show me.

You have reached the voice mailbox of ___

You’re my type.

She/he left?

Who did this to you?

You’re dead to me.

Just wait ‘til I see him/her again.

Yes, it’s true.

You’re an idiot that’s the problem!

There was a time where I thought you felt the same.

You killed my what?

How did you get in here?

There are many things you don’t know about me.

Leave! I don’t want to see you anymore.

No, you fucked up. That’s all you this time.

I just wish he/she were here right now.

I love you.

I guess there is no other way.

That’s it! You’re dead.

I’m your friend, remember?

What did you just say?

Can I get you anything?

Yes, a boyfriend/girlfriend would be nice. But it’s not that simple.

Just get out!

Wow, I didn’t expect it to feel like that.

To find out what I’m writing about, just click here

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Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Please Mr. Postman

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 2.3K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie waits impatiently for word from Leon. 

Warnings: female masturbation, mutual yearning

A/N: New Story Art! Woot woot! So, in my story, Leon is an Aries. I just found out that in the Fandom Wiki, and listed in the film’s ending credits, his birthday is March 9th which makes him a Pisces. Since this is MY story, I’m ignoring the facts. He’s a damn Aries. Don’t @ me. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Bobbie woke up the next day to an empty bed and an aching core. A smile graced her face when she noticed the note on her nightstand. It never left as she read it over and over, memorizing Leon’s handwriting style.

She had to admit, he had a way with words. From his praise of her passionate vocals to how he said he missed her already. If she was honest with herself, she missed him too. 

And yes, this was quite sudden and he was ten years her senior. But the way he looked at her? The way he held her. The way he made her feel, on and off her feet? It just had to be real.

Of course, he was pretty slick. He could’ve just as easily been trying to chase a skirt. She did agree to give him a little something the same day she met him. What does that say about her? She decided to push that down and see it as it was.

Two dynamic personalities enjoying each other. And enjoy each other, they did.

Bobbie quite enjoyed how she seemed to have Leon wrapped around her little finger. He loved kissing her so much, he told her he was addicted to it. Who says things like that? Well, Napoleon Solo does apparently.

She spends most of the day lounging around her apartment with Leon’s note close by. If she tried hard enough, she could close her eyes and envision his beautiful aquamarine orbs looking back at her. She could feel his lips on hers and his hands exploring her body. 

Soon enough, it became too much and she had to retire to her bedroom. She explored herself the way Leon had. Although it had its intended effect, it just didn’t seem to be enough. When his name escaped her mouth, he wasn’t there to smile down at her and soothe her. 

With a hand still in her panties, she turned her head and chased the remnants of Leon’s scent that lingered on her pillow. That spurred on two more heights of pleasure. When she finally felt satiated, she drew herself a bath and relaxed with a glass of wine and a good book. 

“There’s something different about you, Cowboy,” Ilya says over his cup of coffee, “You didn’t flirt with our waitress. You going blind or something?”

Napoleon starts to reply but Gaby beats him to it. “It’s obvious, Ilya. He met someone in the States. I’m sure of it.” Gaby raises her eyebrows at him, daring him to deny it.

Napoleon rolls his eyes and gestures for Gaby to continue.

“While it is true, you haven’t been as flirtatious with any woman that has been in your path, that’s not the only sign. You not only haven’t had any guests in your hotel room, but you have this longing look in your eye that can only mean one thing,” Gaby takes a sip of her water, “And I also saw you buying that stuffed dog which couldn’t be for you. That trinket box from the embassy will surely look good on her vanity, as well.” She pats Napoleon on the shoulder.

“If you met someone, odds are she is civilian,” Ilya supposed, lightly tapping his thigh underneath the table, “What does she know, Cowboy?”

“She knows your first names. She understands she can’t know where I go for work, what I do for work, or who I even work for. She is also aware that you two are an item, even though neither of you has confirmed it yet,” Napoleon smiles as he looks from a flushed Gaby to a frazzled Ilya, and his suspicions are confirmed, “So, instead of worrying about what a civilian may or may not know? Maybe you should focus on your relationship, eh comrade?”

“How long have you known about us?” Gaby asks, leaning over to peer into her water glass.

“Since we became U.N.C.L.E., I just as easily assumed you two got married while we were Stateside a year ago. Your ring was picked out because it looks like costume jewelry. But a seasoned thief, me, could tell in an instant it was the real thing. And the fact that Ilya now wears a ring didn’t go unnoticed either. You two really thought it would slide right by me?” He shakes his head and purses his lips before speaking again, “We may still reserve three rooms where we stay but only two rooms ever get used. Doesn’t take a genius to put it together.”

“Point taken,” Ilya nods at Napoleon and looks off into the distance, “When we’re done here, we meet this woman.”

“Nice try. Give it a little time before you interrogate her, Ilya,” Napoleon using his given name makes Ilya turn to him and throw his hands up in defeat, “Great. Well, I need to head to the Post Office, if you’ll excuse me.” Napoleon stands, buttoning his blazer before heading toward the town square.

On his way to the Post Office, Napoleon stops at the hotel to grab the gifts for Bobbie and the letter he had written. He smiles as he hands over the package with her address on it to the clerk. The blonde taking the package tries her best to flirt with Napoleon and he feigns ignorance. It’s not that he doesn’t find her attractive, he just only has eyes for one girl.

“It shall arrive by the end of the week, Sir.” The fair-haired woman smiled as she leaned over the counter to accentuate her ample bosom.

Now, had this been about a week ago, Napoleon would have responded to all of this flirting with his own. He would have accompanied her back to her home and used all of his charms to knock her socks off. And plenty more.

But this wasn’t a week ago. This was now. And his flirting was spoken for.

“Thank you, Miss. Have a great day.” He walks off just as it seems the clerk wants to say something more. He may be a strong man, but he’s no god.

Four days. Four whole days of waiting for something, anything from Leon, and nothing. Bobbie has been checking her mailbox multiple times per day this week. She’s been biding her time at work, barely listening to her Boss’ demanding tone while he asked her to do various things around the office. At least he isn’t flirting with her today, that was a welcome surprise.

She would much rather be flirting with Leon.

Leon.

What if something happened to him on his mission? What if that’s why she hasn’t gotten anything? What if–?

She takes a deep breath and calms herself. Getting all worked up was not going to make the day go faster and it surely was not going to help keep her wits. Instead, she decided to get busy with extra work. 

Technically, it wasn’t extra work. It was things she hadn’t finished so far this week. If she kept her head down and made sure to come around with a fresh coffee pot around break time, she could get all of these done before 5 pm. Thankfully, her Boss didn’t have any meetings for the rest of the day so she wouldn’t be needed for some time. 

Soon enough, at 3:30 pm, she came around to fill coffee cups around the executive office. Only receiving a nod as thanks, she smiled in return and got back to her desk. The rest of the day was quiet and she was able to finish everything before the end of the day.

Boarding the bus back to her apartment, she chose a window seat and watched as all the business people moved throughout town. Families and couples strolling along made her miss Leon even more. She would love to be able to take walks with Leon around town, window shopping while enjoying an ice cream cone.

Bobbie didn’t want much, but one of her biggest fears about moving to a new town was being lonely. And Leon just stumbled into her life, or rather, she stumbled into Leon. She wouldn’t lie, she did like his outward appearance, of course. But it was his personality that got her. 

She loved the way he made her feel like the only other person in the world, giving her his undivided attention. He also had a way with words and a way with his hands and tongue. She felt heat rush to her cheeks at the thought and was happy to be almost home.

As she saw her apartment come into view, she signaled the bus driver to stop and exited right in front. She checked her mailbox and there was something inside. A small note card from the postman that stated a package was delivered upstairs to her front door. She relocked the small mail locker and tried to be as cool as possible but gave up and ran up the steps to her door.

She picks up the parcel and unlocks her door. She closes it behind herself before she kicks off her shoes and sits on the floor of the living room to dig into the box. She grabs a pair of scissors and cuts the thin twine that holds it together. 

Unwrapping the brown paper, she is greeted with the most adorable brown stuffed dachshund.

She immediately picks it up and cradles it. The dog is so soft to the touch and it smells like Leon. He must have sprayed some of his cologne on it. Clever man! 

Shuffling through the box’s packing material, she also finds a small silver trinket box.

So shiny and intricately designed with a simple red velvet lining inside. She took the box into her bedroom and decided to put it on her dresser to hold her rings and smaller pieces of jewelry. 

Coming back into the living room, Bobbie picked up the stuffed dog again and cuddled it while digging through the box. Picking through the rest of the box, she found at the bottom what she had been looking for. 

Lifting the envelope from the box, she puts the stuffed dog down in her lap. Her name was written in Leon’s handwriting in red ink on the front of the envelope. Turning it around, she found a wax stamp holding a sprig of dried lavender that sealed it close. Opening the envelope, she unfolds and begins to read the letter.

My sweet Bobbie,

Not a day has gone by without my thoughts straying to you.

The sun here just isn’t as bright without you. Just imagining it on your skin is mouthwatering.

I can still taste you on my lips, and it’s the only thing keeping me going.

If you’ve somehow forgotten, let me remind you. 

I am addicted to your kiss. And yes, I am claiming it for myself.

I hope you like what I’ve included in this little care package.

The trinket box was not easy to come by, but you deserve only the best.

But by far, I think your favorite will be the stuffed dachshund.

Let him keep you company while I’m away, and do give him a sniff.

Smell that? That’s me. I do hope you enjoy Aqua Velva.

Won’t be much longer now til I have you back in my arms, and maybe more if I’m lucky.

I am enamored with you, and that doesn’t happen to me. Ever.

If I timed this correctly, you should receive it shortly before I come back.

See you soon, Sweetness.

Love,

N.S.

Napoleon held his suitcase in one hand and a bouquet in the other. Staring up at his apartment building from the street below, he steadied his nerves before walking through the front door. Climbing the stairs, he stops at his apartment first and drops off his overcoat and luggage. Locking the door behind him, he leaves to head upstairs.

Knocking on the door to her apartment, his knuckles turn white around the bouquet and he searches his brain for something to say. As the door opens, their eyes meet and no words are exchanged. Bobbie grabs him by his tie and drags him into the room, closing the door behind him. 

Napoleon gives Bobbie the bouquet, which she takes and inhales the scent of the fresh flowers. As he looks around, he notices the package he sent. The letter and stuffed dog were next to each other on the floor. He smiles at the stuffing of the box strewn about, obviously opened in haste. 

Bobbie walks up to him after putting the flowers in a vase quickly, tangling her fingers in his silky hair. “You’re here, Leon. I missed you.”

“I’m here, Bobbie. I missed you too,” Napoleon brings his hands up to hold her hips, bringing her closer, “I’ll be here for a while, as well.”

“Well then, I have a few ideas of how you can spend your time, Mr. Solo.” The devious smile on her face warmed his blood.

Instead of asking how they should spend their time, Napoleon’s hands move down under Bobbie’s thighs and picks her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and captures his lips hungrily.

The kiss he missed so deeply was back in his clutches. The taste of her was like ambrosia, food of the gods. He could and planned to get lost in this kiss over and over. He takes a moment to lean back, licking his lips and cradling her face in his hand. “Shall we move this elsewhere?”

“Bedroom, Leon.” Bobbie pleads, tightening her legs around him before leaning back in to kiss him.

Devouring her moans, he moved slowly through the apartment in the direction of her bedroom. Finding the door open, he enters and closes the door behind them.

To Be Continued…

Chapter 3

A/N: I ended this on a cliffhanger because I kind of plan on the next chapter being solely smut. This chapter’s song was Please Mr. Postman by The Marvelettes. It captures the angst of waiting for word from your man. Bobbie is the only one who refers to Napoleon as Leon, so in this story, you will see a back-and-forth between the two.

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14. “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!” Henry Cavill 💗

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Henry just ordered a beer, when he felt his phone trembling in the pocket of his jeans. He quickly accepted his beer from the bartender and stepped outside, just on time to answer it on its last ring. 

"Hello?" 

The caller paused for a second, as if they needed time to collect themselves, before answering. "Eehm hi." 

Henry would recognize that voice anywhere, and a small smile made his way on his face. "Is everything alright, love?" 

You paused again, not sure how to bring the news. You needed him home as quickly as he could, because you were freaking out, but you also didn't want to ruin his evening. 

Henry grew worried about your lack of response and started to pace. "Love? Are you still there?" 

You took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm still here Henners. I was just wondering how long you're gonna stay out, and if I should wait up for you." 

Henry knew something was definitely wrong, you treasured your sleep above anything and wouldn't wait up for him, as you knew he loved to come home to you, fast asleep. "You're scaring me, is everything alright?" 

You hid your face in your hands. "I don't know Henners. Just get home as soon as possible, okay?" 

You broke the connection after that and left Henry staring at his phone in disbelieve. He walked back inside to say goodbye to his friends before making his way back home, hurrying to make it back to you as fast as he could.

He barged through the front door, ignoring Kal’s startled barks, releasing his breath as you walked out of the living room. 

Dried tears were visible on your cheeks, your eyes red and puffy and Henry crossed the space between the two of you, pressing you against his chest. "What happened, love? Why are you crying?" 

You took a shaky breath and reached down, pulling something from your back pocket. Henry took one look at the thing, before his eyes filled itself with tears, his hands shaking slightly as he softly took it from your hands. He caught your gaze and your heart melted by the look on his face. 

"Is this for real?" His bottom lip started to wobble, disbelief clear on his face. "I'm going to be a father?" 

You cupped his face, a bright smile on your face as you looked up to your husband. "Yes, Henry. You're going to be a father, I'm pregnant." 

A laugh burst out of him as he lifted you in his arms, spinning you around, before capturing your mouth with him. You smiled in his kiss and he pulled back to lean his forehead against yours. 

"I can't believe we're finally expanding our little family," he closed his eyes for a second. "I love you Y/N." 

You pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. "And I love you Henry." 

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