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[bullet-prooflove]

"It's you and me, now and forever"

It’s you, Omar thinks about when he gets shot in the chest by that college kid. The fact that you have absolutely no idea that he’s in love with you. He lies on his back staring up at a water stained ceiling and prays to Allah that he lives long enough to tell you that, that by some miracle he makes it home tonight. The agony, it stabs through his ribs as his ears ring like crazy. The taste of metal twangs on his tongue and he wonders if he’s drowning, if it’s the taste of his own blood climbing up the back of his throat.

Maggie’s face swings into his vision and there’s a reassurance there, a comfort because if these are his last words, there’s a witness to them.

“Hanna…” He chokes but he can’t seem to catch his breath. “Tell her…”

“You’re ok.” Maggie soothes, her voice filtering back into his ears as her fingers undo the Velcro straps of his vest. He feels the pressure in his chest loosen as she gently removes the Kevlar. “The vest caught it. I promise you’re going to be ok. I just need you to breathe for me.”

He sucks in a breath and then another, the oxygen fills up his lungs as his heart rate begins to even out. It’s the second time he’s been shot this year.

It’s a couple of hours later that he shows up at the Human Trafficking division in Brooklyn. You’re standing in front of a whiteboard in the conference room, setting up for the team briefing tomorrow morning. You like to be prepared, it’s one of the things he loves about you because it means he doesn’t have to worry as much.

You look up when he enters the room, he looks tired, a little dishevelled. His tie is missing, the top two buttons of his white shirt are open, the sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms.

“Omar.” You say softly and before another word can leave your mouth, he kisses you.

That emotion in his chest, it breaks like a wave as his lips brush over yours with a tenderness he reserves only for you.

“You are the light of my life.” He murmurs as he cradles your face between his hands. “It’s you and me, now and forever.”

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[findroleplay]

about the writer

Hi! I am currently looking for longterm fandom roleplays. Before I dive into what fandoms I’m looking for, here’s a little bit about me and my writing style! I am 21+, so I so prefer my partners to be 21 and over. I don’t mind talking over tumblr, but I only roleplay through discord. My preference is oc x canon, although I’m flexible. Sometimes I can also do canon x canon. Also, very double friendly! I play all ships, Igbt+ friendly! I love nsfw content, romance, or mildly dark themes. I’m flexible with replies as well. Some days I can send out multiple responses, sometimes it’s a couple of days before I can reply. I always try to be upfront with my partners!

fandoms

Besides each fandom listed below is a list of people I would like portrayed for me! I’m willing to play any character from each fandom for you in return.

911 Evan “Buck” Buckley, Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz

Criminal Minds Derek Morgan, Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner

FBI Omar Adom “OA” Zidan, Stuart Scola, Jubal Valentine, Maggie Bell

Harry Potter Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Charlie Weasley.

Hogwarts Legacy Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Garrett Weasley

Marvel Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov, Stephen Strange

Riverdale Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, FP Jones

Supernatural Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

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[stefanmikaleson1864]

FBI Academy

Hey Everyone this Idea for a fic was from Zidanhalstead ! So I hope I wrote what you had in mind and you like it and I did your Idea justice ! 

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OA Zidan X Reader 

Would anybody be willing to write about OA Zidan in FBI training? I just finished watching season 1 episode 10 and towards the end where OA said he almost quit because of Quinn had me thinking of him like coming home to a girlfriend and saying he wanted to quit and maybe they talk it over.

Y/N POV

Watching OA struggle truly broke your heart. You remember just a few months ago he came home excited to tell you that he was joining the FBI academy. You weren’t really surprised by the news. 

You and Omar had been together since high school.  You meant when it was both of yours senior year.

 He was a shy kid back then and you were more outgoing. You thought he was super cute and always made you laugh. 

Once you guys started hanging out you were inseparable. Right out of High school you went to college and OA went and joined the Army.

 You were proud of him for making that decision and happy he was doing what he wanted but it was still hard for you. 

You were always worried about him. But he always made sure to write you letters and stay in contact. You always sent him things from home and wrote back to him. 

10 years later you guys were still together and Omar finally retired from the Army.  You have now graduated from college and are working in your dream career. 

OA didn’t take time after he retired though he went straight to the FBI academy. 

You really thought he was at least going to take a break and relax a little but he jumped right into work again. 

Omar really thrived in what he was doing. With his army background and he was a natural at this. 

The only thing that was wrong was he had a horrible academy teacher. 

Now of course it was their job to push the candidates but this was going way beyond that. He was always riding him super hard and telling him he should just quit. 

Omar tried to push it down and make it seem like it wasn’t bothering him but you knew him better than that.

 You knew it was messing with his head.  You always tried to try and talk to him but he never opened up to you.

Not knowing if it was just hard to talk about or he didn’t want to burden you with it either way he never talked about it. 

It was pretty late at night now and you were sitting at home. It wasn’t uncommon for OA to come home this late so you weren’t worried you just missed him.

Around 11pm he walked through the door. He just looked like he was defeated and upset.

 He just threw his stuff down on the floor and didn’t even say anything. He just walked back to the bedroom. 

You gave him a moment before walking back. He was laying down on the bed with his eyes closed. 

You quietly walked in and laid down putting your head on his chest. He didn’t open up his eyes and he just wrapped his arms around you. 

It was such a comforting feeling to lay down like that.  Sometimes words aren’t needed in these moments. 

After laying there for a while you sat up and OA groaned when he felt you get up.  He opened up his eyes and sat up with you. 

You smiled at him placing a hand on his face. 

“Baby talk to me about what's going on” You asked 

He just stayed quiet for a moment before speaking up. 

“It’s Quinn he won’t leave me alone tells me everyday I need to quit I won’t be a good agent and that i should just give up he’s riding me so hard and I don’t even know if it’s worth it anymore” OA said 

“I mean maybe he’s right maybe I’m not cut out for this and I will get someone killed I mean who would want me as their partner” OA said 

It broke your heart to hear that because you knew how hard he worked and how much he was dedicated to this. 

“Hey look at me right now” You said 

He looked up at you and you could see the sadness in his eyes. 

“You are going to be an incredible agent, they are going to be so lucky to have you. You are going to prove Quinn wrong and make him eat his words I mean you are already a badass Ranger” You said 

“I know how far you are going to go, how much you will succeed, how many lives you are going to save and how much of a difference you are going to make.  Don’t let him win” You said.

“Thank you and Yeah I guess you're right I’m almost done and then screw him” Omar said 

“Hell yeah screw him he doesn't know the real you the good kind and caring person you are the force needs people like you” You said to him. 

“I love you baby” he said leaning in to kiss you

You kissed him back softly. 

“Come on let’s go to bed baby you got a big day of kicking ass ahead of you” You said 

You two got back into bed and went to go sleep. He wrapped his arms and legs all over you.  Slowly you both started falling asleep. 

The next morning came rather quickly and you really didn’t want to get up.  It was around 7am and you didn’t have to be at work until later. 

Omar was already gone when you woke up. There was a note sitting on the kitchen counter. 

 Which read that he loved you and was grateful and he would see you tonight. 

You were glad that he didn’t give it up because you knew that he would always regret it. 

A year has gone by since that night. Omar like you knew he would completely kicked ass and was having his graduation. 

“Come on Y/N do we have to do this can’t we just celebrate me and you” OA said grabbing you by the waist and looking down at you kissing you. 

You moaned at him and then pushed him off of you and he looked down at you giving you a sad face. 

“You worked hard and this is a celebration a graduation so hell yeah we're going I already got the matching shirts for me and your family” You said with an excited voice 

“Please tell me your kidding right now” He asked 

You undid the buttons on your jacket to show him the shirt you were wearing. It had OA’s face on it with congratulations we love you written underneath 

“OMG what the hell is that” OA asked looking at you with a weird look on his face. 

“Come on their so cute your mom and sisters loved them were all wearing them” You said excitedly. 

“Well thank you for showing that to me so I know to run away before anyone has the chance to ever see that” OA said 

“Why it’s a good pic of you and their so cute” You said pouting at him.

OA walked over and placed his hands on your face and kissed you. 

“I’m only allowing it because I love you so much” OA said. 

“Yeah you do now let’s go we can’t be late to your own graduation” You said 

You grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the apartment. You two made your way to the car and then headed out. 

When you got there his mom and sisters with the rest of his family all wearing matching shirts were happy to see you guys. 

You both walked over to where they were. 

“My baby I am so proud of you” Omar’s mom said hugging him. 

“Thank you mom” He said leaning down to hug her. 

“Will the graduates please come to the front so the ceremony can begin” Someone said on a loud speaker. 

“Go on were be cheering you on” OA’s mom said

OA headed to the front and then the rest of you took your seats in the stadium. Graduations were really nice but my god they could be long and boring. 

Finally they started calling names and of course with last name of Zidan he was the very last one to be called. 

“Omar Adom Zidan” They called 

You and the whole family got up and started cheering and screaming for him. About 20 minutes after that the graduation was finally over. 

OA made his way over to you guys and you ran over and hugged him. He squeezed you tight back and then you heard his sister yell 

“Hey share him now” She said 

He let go and the two of you made your way over to the rest of them. He hugged each one his family members and then you all started taking pictures together and stuff. 

Everyone loved the shirts and you all got compliments on them the whole time. 

When that was all done you headed out to dinner. It was his family’s favorite egyptian restaurant. 

The rest of the night was filled with food and laughter and then towards the end of the night OA got up with a drink in his hand. 

“I want to thank everyone for coming out and supporting me. I don't think I would be able to be here tonight without all of you being there for me through all the tough times and late nights. This isn’t just a celebration for me it’s a celebration for all you as well” OA said 

“We love you so much and are so proud of you and everything you have accomplished” You said 

“To Omar” His uncle yelled and then everyone cheered. 

You all sat at the table until they had to kick you out. You all were busy laughing and having fun without realizing that time had flew by and it was late. 

Everyone gathered up and left and said their goodbyes to each other. OA pulled you aside and gave you a present bag he had gotten from the trunk of the car. 

“Here open it” OA asked 

“I am the one who is supposed to get you something which I totally did by the way i just forgot it at home” You said

“It’s okay and please open it” OA said 

You ripped the paper open from the bad and looked inside. It was a big blue box you were confused and opened it. Inside was a beautiful necklace that was so pretty and took your breath away. 

“OA this is to much this is supposed to be about you” You said tears in your eyes. 

He didn’t say anything just took the necklace out of the box and walked behind you and placed it on your neck. 

He then walked back in front of you and smiled down at you. 

“I wouldn’t here if it wasn’t for you. Everything you did for me it’s my way of saying thank you” OA said 

“I love you so much” you said to him 

“I love you more thank you for everything” OA said 

He leaned down and kissed you nice and softly and you kissed him back. 

“I’m so proud of you , your going to kick ass out there so much and the world is going to be a better place because of it” You said 

“Thank you so and you were right screw Quinn I did this in spite of him showed him wrong” OA said 

“Hell yeah you did now let’s go home so i can give you your present” You said. 

“Let’s go home” He said 

The car ride home was quiet and OA held your hand the whole way home.  You made it home and walked inside. 

“Here stay right here” You said 

You ran to the room and grabbed your present that you were incredibly excited about.  

“Here now open it” you said giving him the wrapped gift. 

Omar started opening it up and it was a nice rolex watch. You heard him gasp when he opened it up. 

“y/n now this is way to expensive I can’t take it” He said. 

“Yes you can and no it wasn’t i’ve been saving now look at the back” You said 

When he turned the back it was the date of the night you two had that long conversation where you convinced him not to quit

“I remember when you wanted to give it all up and quit but you look at that and have it remind you that you didn’t and if you can get through that you can get through anything” You said 

Omar started crying a little. He put the watch on then he walked over and hugged you in a tight embrace. 

“I love it so much” He said 

“Good because it’s too late to return it now” You said jokingly. 

“What did i do to deserve you” OA said 

“I mean I guess i am pretty awesome” you said laughing 

“Hell yeah you are” OA said 

“So are you Agent Zidan” You said  

You were incredibly proud he didn't quit and didn’t give up because he earned this and no one deserved it more than he does.

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[procrastinatorimagines]

Bad Hair Day

Fandom: FBI

Character/s: OA x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 822

Request: Could you possibly do an imagine for OA Zidan comforting his s/o who just got a bad haircut? Okay, it’s me. I have the bad haircut and need comfort. 😭

Summary: OA knows how to make everything better, even a bad hair day...

“Are you going to come out?” Your boyfriend, OA Zidan, asked you yet again as he sat on your bed, facing the bathroom doorway expectantly. Needless to say, OA hadn’t thought it was the best idea for you to give yourself a Quarantine haircut, but you’d insisted that you needed one and you were sick of it being so long, so who was he to tell you not to?

“No.” You said, and he bit his tongue, resisting the urge to say ‘I told you so’ as he grinned and shook his head. 

“So you’re what, going to live in our bathroom forever?” He replied, trying not to sound too amused as he heard you sigh through the door.

“Maybe?” You replied, standing in front of your mirror as you surveyed the damage, wondering if he’d mind you wearing a hat at all times. You could pull of hats, right? Urgh, worst hair day ever.

“Oh, come on Y/N, I’m sure it looks fine, just show me.” OA sounded a little impatient and you couldn’t really blame him, you’d been in there way to long, but you figured if you stared at your hair long enough, you’d figure out a way to fix it, or just magically grow back.

“No.” You replied, debating staying in here until it just grew back properly on its own. OA had told you it was a bad idea, but you were sometimes way too stubborn for your own good when you got an idea into your head, and this was definitely one of those times.

“Am I just going to have to come in there and drag you out?” He suggested as you ran your hands through your hair. You could hear him standing up, and you knew he was serious.

“Don’t you dare!” You yelled, locking the door quickly and casting a glance to the mess you’d made in the bathroom, looking guiltily at the pile of hair you wished you still had on your head.

“Fine, I’ll just finish off your leftovers then since you’re clearly not going to be coming out to eat them,” he decided, knowing damn well how to push your buttons and get you to come out.

“Omar Zidan do not touch my food!” You yelled, also knowing that he would do exactly as he said if you kept sulking in the bathroom.

“Come out and stop me,” he told you, trying the handle of the bathroom door. With a sigh and a quick glance at your bad haircut you unlocked the door, hearing him take a step back as you swung it open.

“See, it’s awful,” you said as he surveyed your new look.

“It’s not, really,” he tried, and failed, to sound reassurring as you both headed back to the bed, OA looking away as the corners of his mouth twitched up.

“Don’t lie to me, I can see you trying not to laugh,” you said, folding your arms as he turned back to you, trying to utilise some of those FBI skills as replied.

“I’m not- I’d never laugh at you,” he told you sincerely as he could, eyes trying to look at your face but sliding to your hair every time.”

“Uh-huh,” you replied, unconvinced as you waiting to see what he actually thought.

“Seriously,” he protested, arms up as if to say, help me out here, what do you want from me?

“Uh-huh,” You knew there was nothing he could actually say to convince you any which way, you knew it was looked bad, and you knew he knew it too.

“It’ll... grow back?” He attempted, earning him a light shove. “Ow, okay sorry, no I think it looks sexy, really, it’ll be all the rage, brand new trend,” he tried again with a different approach, earning him yet another shove.

“OA!” You shook your head, but you were both laughing.

“Ow okay okay would you stop hitting me,” he caught your arms the last time, grinning as he pulled you in to him instead.

“Tell me the truth OA,” you said finally, being cut off by a kiss as he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you.

“The truth is I’d love you even if you shaved all your hair off, or got like, a mullet or something,” he teased between kisses.

“Well now you’re just making fun of me,” you pouted as he moved his hands, running them lightly through your hair.

“Maybe a little, but it doesn’t mean it’s not the truth-” another kiss, “I love you,” he told you sincerely.

“I love you too,” you replied, not knowing how you’d gotten so lucky. 

“...but there’s no way I’m letting you near my hair.” He said playfully as you laughed, trying to shove him away from you as he tightened his grip, causing you to both fall onto the bed giggling, maybe it wasn’t such a bad hair day afterall...

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[bullet-prooflove]

"I dream of this life, with you" ❤️

It’s on a lazy Sunday morning in bed that Omar realises he wants to take the next step in your relationship. You’re cuddled up into his side, your thumb lightly tracing circles across his abdomen. His lips brush over your forehead and you make that sweet little noise, the one he knows means you’re happy, content.

“Do you ever think you’d wanna make this permanent?” He says softly, his fingertips tracing languid patterns across your shoulders. “Getting a bigger place together somewhere in Queens or Brooklyn.”

“Queens is closer to your mom.” You murmur, your lips brushing over the hollow of his throat.

“That’s why I was thinking Brooklyn.” He says half seriously.

He hasn’t spoken to her since the last time the two of you went over there, you’d tried to broker the peace, it’s your way but he still can’t forgive her for what she’d done, what she’d tried to do.

He’d gone to the bathroom to wash his hands and come back to find you excusing yourself due to a ‘work emergency’. He had known you weren’t on call that night, and if that wasn’t a sign that his mother had done something, the watery eyes and your tense shoulders would have been a giveaway. He’d offered to give you a ride, but you already had an Uber pulling up outside.

It hadn’t taken long to get the story out of his mother. She wasn’t ashamed of what she did, in her eyes she’s simply looking out for her son.

“I told her the truth.” She says as she sets the table. “If she can’t bare your children she needs to let you go. She’s a lovely girl Habibi, but she’s not for you, she’s not someone you can build a future with.”

He’d walked out then because what his mother had done, it was beyond cruel. He had told her your history in confidence as a way to circumvent the inevitable grandchildren conversation and she had thrown it in your face.

It was the next day you had tried to end things with him.

“She’s right.” You say quietly as you play with the sleeves of your white sweater. “You deserve someone who can give you a family and I… I can’t do that.”

“Hanna, I don’t need that.” He had told you, his hands reaching out across the table for yours. “If it’s something we decide we want in the future we can explore our options, fostering, adoption, surrogacy, a family doesn’t have to look the way my mother thinks it should.”

“Omar…” You begin but the look in his eyes makes you trail off because there’s such earnestness in them. He means what he says, starting a family doesn’t have to mean getting pregnant, so long as he’s with you he doesn’t care how it happens.

“You are enough for me.” He tells you, his thumb chasing over your ring finger. “What we have right now, that’s enough for me.”

Your voice draws him out of the memory, you’ve propped your head up on the pillow so that you can read the expression on his face.

“How about I go make us some coffee?” You suggest, your lips brushing over his bare shoulder. “And you can start looking up listings on your laptop.”

His entire face lights up as it dawns on him that you’ve just answered his question.

“Are you saying that you want to move in together?” He murmurs, his hands threading through your hair as he draws you close.

“Were you serious?” You ask him as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “About what the future looks like for us?”

“You know I am.” He tells you, his thumb tracing over the apple of your cheek. “Any future I have, I want it to be with you.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

Prey! Series - Part One: Trafficked - OA Zidan x Reader

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When Omar first meets you it’s because a young Ukrainian girl has been found bleeding out on someone’s lawn after being stabbed thirty times. She’s lucky to be alive, he’s told at the hospital while he waits for you to arrive. When he thinks of the nineteen bodies they’ve just found buried in the woods and the shallow grave Hailey had clawed her way out of he thinks luck had nothing to do with it. That girl is a fighter through and through.

When you appear, he isn’t prepared for just how pretty you are. You’ve tried to downplay it; no makeup, hair tied away from your face but you’re naturally striking. You’re wearing civvies, black jeans with battered Doc Martens, a light grey tunic top thrown over the top. You’re in the midst of clipping your badge to your hip when he approaches you.

“Sorry.” You greet him, raising your head to meet his eyes. “It was my day off.”

For a moment the entire world falls away and he’s completely captivated by you. This is what the Quran talks about, he thinks, when you meet your soulmate. There’s a sense of tranquillity, of peace. A familiarity that you can’t explain. That’s how he feels when he shakes your hand.

“Hanna Emery.” You introduce yourself. “Human Trafficking Division.”

Hanna

In Hebrew it means compassion.

You certainly live up to your namesake.

He hangs back during the interview. He’s new to the bureau, still finding his feet and he’s experiencing a lot of firsts during this case. Human trafficking is your world, something you’re well versed in he comes to discover as you question Hailey. The technique is different, tailored towards different aspects of the victim’s experience. There’s an emotional intelligence in you that he can’t even begin to fathom.

Through the course of the interview, you learn that Hailey and her sister were trafficked from the Ukraine through an Eastern European employment agency. They were from a small farming community. They each completed a test before participating in a video interview. They’d been ecstatic when they’d discovered they’d been selected for jobs in New York City.

“It’s a scam we see often,” You tell Omar in the aftermath when you’re comparing notes. “They target girls in rural communities, the ones that don’t know any better.”

The girls had been picked up at the airport in a van by three men Snake, Spider and Hog. They’d been transported to a townhouse before descending into what Hailey described as the depths of hell. Your demeanour changes when Hailey mentions the name Snake, it’s a subtle shift, a tension in your shoulders, your eyes flicking upwards.

“Who is he to you?” He’d asked you as he swiped his card over the payment feature of the vending machine. “Snake?”

You’re already tearing open the wrapper of the candy bar he’s just bought you because you’d had to skip out on lunch with a friend to cover his case. Omar figures it’s the least he can do.

“A monster.” You tell him. “I’ve been cleaning up his mess for almost two years now. The shit he’s done to these girls…”

You shake your head as you throw the rest of your half-eaten candy bar into the trash.

It’s when Hailey describes the extent of her abuse that Omar finds himself at a loss. She and her sister Brook were taken to the basement of a townhouse, raped for three days straight. That’s incomprehensible to him, the terror of it, the violation. He has three sisters, the thought of something like that happening to one of them…

It makes him sick.

“It’s a way of breaking them down, keeping them compliant.” You explain to Omar afterwards. “It destroys their hope, erodes their sense of person. They become an object to be used, a vessel for someone else’s pleasure.”

You pause, your fingers toying with the bracelet on your wrist. It’s woven fabric, black, white and red threads all interlocked in an Aztec pattern and secured with a tight knot. It’s a couple of years old, he thinks. He doubts you’ve taken it off since it was given to you.

“They call rape murder of the soul, it’s worse than death. With death there’s peace, an ending. With rape, the person you are is completely obliterated, you can pick up the fragments, but they don’t fit the same way they used to.”

It’s harrowing, hearing it described like that. You must have done thousands of these interviews, heard so many variations of the same story. He wonders if it wears on you, if it takes a little piece of your soul everytime you endure their suffering along with them.

“I’m not sure how you recover from something like that.” Omar says, rubbing his hand over the nape of his neck.

“Some don’t.” You say sadly, your arms crossing over your chest as you look through the window into Hailey’s room. “Hailey though, she’s strong. I think she’s one of the ones that make it.”

“Is it true what you said?” He asks quietly, his shoulder coming to rest against the wall. “Is it really one in five women who get sexually assaulted?”

You sigh as you tilt your head to look at him. He sees the truth of it in your eyes and it devastates him because that means it’s happened to someone that he knows, someone he cares about, and he isn’t sure what to do with that knowledge.

“Yea.” You say softly. “I’m afraid it is.”

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“When we get home darlin” for OA Zidan?

“The things I’m going to do when we get home.” Omar whispers into your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe as his fingertips creep under the hem of your dress.

The two of you are in the back of a cab, coming home from Scola’s engagement party. You’ve spent the night dancing, touching, kissing, doing everything except the one thing that Omar really wants to do.

“You’re so impatient.” You murmur as his lips chase over that deviant little spot, just underneath the hinge of your jaw. His fingers dip between your legs, brushing over your clit through those sheer black panties.

“Wet for me already.” He teases as his fingertips trace circles. “I think you’re the one that’s impatient.

You whimper and it’s a greedy little noise that makes his cock twitch inside of his trousers. Omar shushes you, his thumb chasing along the line of your jaw as he guides your mouth back up to his.

“Don’t worry.” He whispers against your lips. “I’m going to give you everything you need.”

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Prey!Series - Part Two: Mentality - OA Zidan x Reader

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Prey!Series:

Part One: Trafficking - It's during a human trafficking case that Omar meets you.

There’s a wealth of information that Omar doesn’t know about human trafficking, and he discovers that the longer the case goes on. He doesn’t think of himself as naïve; he has an awareness of it, he’s read the literature, but he isn’t prepared for the extent of the misery, the impact of it.

The two of you are standing in the JOC, in front of the huge array of screens. On the first screen are the images of the girl’s visas from the employment agency. Every single one of them is fresh faced and hopeful. On the second screen are the images from the ‘Just4Johns’ website. They’re sultry boudoir images, lots of flesh on display. The text written across each picture invites the johns to come and play.

It's the eyes that get him, the deadness in them. Every single ounce of their hope has been stolen away, depleted. Omar doesn’t understand how a man can look at any one of these women and not see that they’re being coerced.

He raises it with you when the two of you sit down for lunch together. This case is moving a million miles an hour and there’s barely time to sit down and eat. He’s graciously loaned you the corner of his desk because it’s an all hands on deck situation and there isn’t space anywhere else. The two of you are crowded in close, his knee bumps against yours for the umpteenth time and he apologises yet again. You give him a look and a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“The men that are paying for sex with these women, they have to know that they’re raping them.” He says as he takes a bite out of his sandwich. The case is making him sick to his stomach but logically he knows he needs the fuel, so he persists.

“They don’t see it like that.” You tell him, opening your pack of chips and tilting it towards him. You’re a sharer, he’s learned. Food, stationary, mints. If you’re having something, you offer him one too. It’s the sign of someone who’s used to caring for others. “To them they’re paying for a service, it’s no different from hiring a plumber, they’re taking care of a need. They choose not to see the reality of it. They don’t question where these girls came from, or why they’re there, it’s a transaction to them.”

It makes Omar think back to that night in Germany, a few guys had come back to base late after visiting a brothel. He’d never reported it, they were shipping out to Iraq a few days later. What’s the harm he had thought at the time. It was a couple of months later they’d heard the place had been raided, every single one of those girls had been trafficked.

There’s shame in him when he tells you that story. You can see it in the slump of his shoulders, the way he hangs his head.

“It wouldn’t have mattered if you’d reported them or not.” You tell him, leaning forward so that you’re within his proximity. The scent of your perfume floods his senses as he looks into your eyes. It’s something floral with a hint of nectarine, it reminds Omar of walking through the park in spring. “Stuff like that isn’t in the militaries purview.”

Your hands come to rest on his, his own are clasped together as he peers up at you with sorrowful dark eyes.

“It’s not on you.” You reassure him, your thumbs ghosting over the grooves of his knuckles. “I think this case is throwing up a lot of things that you haven’t had to deal with before and that’s ok, it’s a bad one, it’s jarring but you have to learn how to compartmentalise that otherwise it bleeds into your personal life.”

“Yea.” He says, bowing his head. “I have three sisters; I keep thinking about what you said back at the hospital about it being one in five…”

“It might not be any of them.” You remind him and he swallows hard against the ache in his chest before clearing his throat and pulling away.

“Yea.” He says quietly, his palm rubbing over the line of his jaw. “That’s what I’m praying for.”

***

It’s the basement that gives Omar nightmares, he sees it in his dreams for months afterwards. Filthy, stained mattresses all pushed together in order to maximise the space. The bedding is unwashed, tossed carelessly across them. The whole place is damp, he can feel the moisture in the air as he listens to the sound of the droplets impact the concrete.

The reality of what these girls endure is staring him in the face and it’s harrowing, it makes his stomach twist because no one should live like this.

It’s the wall that breaks him, the one out back next to padlocked exit. The cream paint is peeling but it’s the only surface that even closely resembles a canvas. The girls have drawn all over it, there are hundreds of images, depictions of their hopes, their dreams. Some of the drawings are more childlike that others and it’s those that hit him the hardest.

“Is it paint?” He asks you, his voice rough as he studies the wall.

“No. It’s make up.” You say quietly, the back of your hand brushing against his. “They used the only thing they had.”

His fingers capture yours and he finds himself squeezing your hand tightly because this, this is too much. He can feel their anguish seeping through the walls, their horror, their suffering and something inside of him just breaks. He doesn’t realise he’s crying, not until he tastes the salt on his lips.

“I know.” You say softly, your thumb chasing over the hollow of his wrist. “I know.”

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The Green Door: OA Zidan x Reader

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It’s the green door that Omar dreams about, the one with the red streaks and rusted hinges. There’s an apprehension in his chest as he approaches it because he knows what happens next. Yet he’s powerless to stop it, his body moves forward on its own accord, replaying on of the worst days of his life.

In that moment it all feels real. The weight of the assault rifle in his hand, his kit digging into his flesh through the fatigues he wears. He can hear Vega’s breathing behind him, slow and laboured as they follow their translator into the old tenement building.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

He tastes cordite on his tongue as the sound of gunshots erupt in his ears. He glances over his shoulder and he sees Vega’s body turning towards him, but his head is missing and the blood, it splashes across Omar’s face.

Hot, wet, sticky.

It’s in his mouth, his eyes…

It’s a haze of images after that as he freefalls into oblivion. He distinctly remembers the laughing, the way it rang in his ears as he lays on his back, twenty feet below in a sub-basement, filled with rats and fuck know what else.  

He wakes up breathless, his heart pounding in his chest as darkness twinges at the edges of his vision. For a moment he thinks he’s back there in Iraq, Vega’s blood staining his skin but then the scent of jasmine and nectarines flood his senses, and he realises he’s at home, in the bed the two of you share. When he opens his eyes he sees your face, your hair falling across your features as your fingertips trace over his cheekbone lightly. The warm, familiar press of your body against his, grounds him in the present.

“Take a deep breath.” You say quietly. “In for five, hold for five, out for five.”

You do the count with him; he loses track of how many times because all he can focus on is the fresh influx of oxygen into his lungs as the trembling begins to subside and the tension ebbs out of his body.

His palm comes to rest on the nape of your neck, his thumb trailing over the line of your jaw as you chase away the salt from his cheeks with featherlight kisses.

“I’m home.” He reminds himself, repeating it like a mantra. “I’m home.”

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Back In Town: O.A. Zidan x Reader

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It’s been three years since Omar laid eyes on you, since the day he dropped you off at JFK airport.  You’d had to catch a flight back to Delaware in order to care for your father. He’s thought about you often since then, wondering what you’re up to, how you’re doing.

When he sees you again at a crime scene in Brooklyn, he can’t believe it. He had no idea you were back in New York. The Human Trafficking Task Force operates out of their Brooklyn-Queens residency, they’ve been called in because Omar’s case has developed into something unexpected. Back in the day that’s where you’d been assigned, it looks like you’ve returned to the position.

For a moment it feels like the world stands still. Your eyes meet and it’s like the past three years haven’t happened. It comes back in a rush, all of those emotions chasing through his body, His feelings haven’t changed, not really, he’s still as in love with you as he was the day he dropped you off at the airport.

You don’t get a chance to talk, you’re busy interviewing the victims, reallocating them to the relevant resources. Part of your work is to ensure that each victim receives the support they deserve, in both an immediate and long-term capacity. This is the thing that you excel at, victim support. You have a dedication that goes far beyond the normal scope of any investigator he’s ever met. Your empathy is one of the reasons he fell in love with you in the first place, your ability to instil a sense of peace in the chaos that surrounds you.

It becomes a joint operation; you end up in the JOC discussing the details of the trafficking ring you’ve been investigating over the past few months. The story you tell is harrowing, he can tell it’s made it’s mark on you, you wear it on your features as you describe the conditions that you found the girls in, some as young as eleven. It sickens every single one of them.

He catches up with you in the breakroom afterwards. You’re trying to stifle a yawn behind your hand as you stir four sugars into your coffee mug.  You usually take one.

“Burning the candle at both ends?” He asks as he picks up his own mug and decants coffee and hot water into it.

“I’ve been on this case for the past thirty-six hours.” You tell him, rubbing the space between your eyes. “Your crime scene wasn’t the first one I’ve been to in the past few days.”

It goes like that with human trafficking. If the smugglers get even the faintest inclination that they’ve been compromised, they move the stock or dispose of it.

“I didn’t know you were back in the city.” He says quietly as he stirs in the creamer.

You lean against the worksurface alongside of him, your shoulder brushing against his.

“I got back a few months ago.” You say as you raise your mug to your lips. “I kept meaning to reach out, but things got a little busy.”

Omar knows how it works. You’d come back to New York, hit the ground running. He knows you would have wanted to move on after Delaware, immerse yourself in the work. It’s how you dealt with a lot of things.

“I’m sorry about your dad.” He says softly, studying your features.

He sees the sadness in you, you’ve done well to hide it but the grief it clings to you like a well-worn coat.

“We had a good couple of years together, but he declined quickly towards the end.” You shake your head as you clasp the mug to your chest. “It’s the nature of it you know?”

He does know, his uncle had died of the same thing not long before he met you. He’d seen the toll the treatment took, how quickly things can change and go downhill. That’s why he never begrudged you leaving, he wanted you to have as much time with your father as you possibly could. His hand takes yours as he meets your eyes.

“I do know.” He says, his thumb tracing over the hollow of your wrist.

You give him a watery smile, squeezing his fingers before the door to the break room opens and you release it.

You’re exhausted by the time case is over, it’s been over seventy-two hours and you’re running on fumes. He can see the weariness in you, it’s in the way you rub at your red-rimmed eyes, the single tap pf your finger on the keyboard as scroll through the report checking for errors. He knows what the aftermath is like, when the adrenaline leaks out of your body and the fatigue crashes in on you.

“Let me take you home.” He says, his hand coming to rest upon your shoulder, his thumb chasing over the nape of your neck. He massages that tense little knot between your shoulder blades, and you make that noise, the one he still hears in his dreams. “You’re too tired to drive.”

He walks you to your apartment door, fingertips brushing yours as you walk side by side. That connection between the two of you, it’s still there thrumming just under the surface, the way it always has been.

When he steps into your apartment, he can’t help but smile. The essence of your personality emanates from the walls, his fingertips run over the blanket that’s folded over the back of the couch, the one your mother quilted. He remembers it draped over the bottom of your bed in the last place.

“Come to bed with me.” You say softly, your fingers entwining with his. “I know you’re tired too.”

There’s such tenderness in his gaze as you undress each other, his warm hands drawing the fabric from your form. His thumb chases over the line of your jaw.

“All I want to do is to climb into bed and hold you.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes. “The way that we used to.”

“I want that too.” You tell him.

When you get into bed, Omar wraps his arms around you and draws you close. He buries his face into the curve of your throat, inhaling the scent of nectarines that clings to your skin.

“I’ve missed this.” He whispers as his lips ghost across your ear. “I missed you.”

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Hi, I would like to request one from Omar. List of program prompts#12 "Remember the words you said to me, love me until the day I die" Thank you in advance 🤍

It’s late on a Tuesday when Omar whispers the words, his lips chasing over your skin. The two of you are tangled up in his sheets, his bare skin brushing over yours. His hand pins your wrists above your head as you submit to him, that beautiful moan emitting from your throat.

“I’ll love you until the day I die.” He says as he sinks into you once more. He fills you completely, drinking down your pleasure as his cock rakes over that filthy little spot deep down inside of you. He’s been at this for an age, building you up until you’re at the pinnace of release before he withdraws and starts all over again.

“I mean it light of my life.” He murmurs as he looks into your eyes. “Every single part of me belongs to you.”

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Hey! I have an ask for O.A. Can you do prompt 67. "her eyes, that's where hope lies" from Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #15? Please and thank you

Prequel to:

Soul Mates (NSFW) - Omar's been thinking about you.

Back In Town - Omar doesn't realise you're back in town until you turn up at his crime scene.

When Omar looks into your eyes he sees a future. He sees a lifetime filled with happiness, with sunshine and laughter. He sees his soulmate and his future wife.

All of that changes when you discover your father is sick. You’d flown back to Delaware to surprise him for his birthday when you were confronted with the reality of the situation.

“It’s bad.” You tell Omar when you call him that night. “He’s been trying to cope on his own but…”

You break down then and Omar can feel your devastation almost two hundred miles away in a little town called Farmington. It wrenches at his heart because all he wants to do in that moment is to be there for you.

He drives down that weekend, helps around your father’s house while you try to develop a solution. He cooks, he cleans, he runs errands and at night he holds you in your childhood bedroom, soothing away the tears as you cry yourself to sleep. It’s when he helps you sort through your father’s appointments, organising them into some form of schedule that he realises your not coming back to New York with him. The scope of this thing is far too big, your father needs more care than you originally thought, he needs someone who can sit in with his doctor and help him with the next steps of his treatment.

“You need to stay.” He tells you, cradling your face between his hands. “He needs you more than I do, light of my light.”

He knows he has to let you go. He wants you to know that it’s ok, he understands. You’re father has to be your priority, you need to spend as much time with him as you can.

“Omar…” You whisper and he can see the devastation in those beautiful eyes of yours.

It’s a horrible position to be in, truly it is, but you need to know he doesn’t begrudge you for it. His Uncle had the same illness as your father, he knows how quickly the decline takes holds.

“It’s ok.” He assures you, his eyes stinging as his thumbs chase away the tears that line your cheeks. “Really Hanna, it is.”

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I have an ask for OA Zidan 🪻 The prompt is 15. A little bit tired of tryin' to care when I don’t. Thank you so much.

References to upcoming series 'All That Glitters'

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OA tries to give a shit about Scott Forrester’s feelings, really he does. It’s clear you meant a lot to each other in the past, that Scott still bears the weight of the attack. OA can’t blame him, he would too. He tries to take all of that into consideration when he deals with the other man because it’s hard for him being around you, it’s hard for you too. You’ve started having nightmares again.

It’s when Scott suggests using you as the delivery girl for international sex trafficker Colin Kent that OA finally snaps.

“Hanna fits their target demographic, she looks young, vulnerable…” Scott’s face remains stoic as he says the next part, his arms folded over his chest as he leans back against the desk. “You need to channel what happened to you, use it make yourself as non-threatening as possible.”

OA sees the effect it has on you. It’s subtle shift but OA can read you like a book. He sees the tension in your shoulders, the clenching of your jaw. The fingers of your left hand curl into a fist and he can see the light tremble there when you flex them. It makes him want to punch Scott Forrester right in the mouth.

“He likes beautiful women.” Scott reminds them as he meets OA’s eyes, as if he can forget everything Kent orchestrated back in New York. He still dreams about Julia’s blood smeared all over his hands, he still hears her last breath. “He’ll step out to get a look at Hanna, she’s just his type.”

OA fucking hates him in that moment.

He waits until you leave the building before he storms into the other man’s office, slamming the door so hard behind him that the glass shakes in the frame. He can tell from the expression Scott’s face that he half expected this reaction.

“You don’t get to do this to her again.” He finds himself snarling as he jabs his finger at Scott. “You don’t get to revictimize her…”

“This is our best chance…” Scott begins but OA’s already cutting him off.

“But it’s not the best thing for Hanna.”

“Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I don’t see the look in her eyes?” Scott snaps, vivid blue eyes boring into OA’s. “I’m asking her to do the exact same thing as I did back then and it makes me sick to my stomach.”

It’s the emotion in Scott’s voice that catches him off guard, the haunted look in his eyes. That devastation OA feels in his chest, Scott has it tenfold because he’s re-living what happened six years ago, the last time he asked you to go undercover.

“If there was any other way I’d do it.” Scott tells him, his palms resting flat on his desk. “But Vo’s too green and Natalia’s not the right fit… It has to be Hanna.”

Every single part of OA rallies against it despite the fact he knows that Scott’s right. He hates it, he hates this whole damn case.

“I am trusting you.” OA tells Scott, his voice raw as he speaks. “I am trusting you with the most precious thing in my life, if anything happens to her…”

Scott reads the undertone.

If you let something happen to her again…

“That’s why you’re coming with us.” Scott tells him, removing his Glock from the desk drawer and slipping it into his holster. “You’re going to make sure I don’t fail her again.”

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Valentine's Day Bingo: Paint - OA Zidan x Reader (NSFW)

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Hitting Bingo Square: Body Paint

You’re different from the other women Omar’s been with, in bed and out of it. You’re teach him about sensuality, that sex doesn’t have to be a race to the finish, it’s about connection and intimacy.

Your confidence has built since the first time he took you to bed. He’d been honoured that you had chosen to take that step with him, he knows how hard it can be to give yourself someone else, to trust them with your vulnerability.

There’s a playfulness in you tonight, he’d seen it in your eyes when he’d unwrapped the gift you’d brought home this afternoon. He’d been sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone when you had set it down in front of him.

“Body paint.” He had uttered, studying the box with interest before you’d taken his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

You undress him slowly, his forehead resting against yours as your fingers undo the buttons of his shirt. It plays out like a seduction, gentle fingertips and teasing kisses gracing his skin until he finds himself splayed out upon a set of old sheets you’ve laid down especially for the occasion.

He’s a masterpiece, your man. All of that firm muscle and bare skin. His arm is thrown up above his head as he watches you with those beautiful dark eyes of his. He’s hard already, his cock leaking onto his stomach because the feel of your hands on his body…

It ruins him.

You start with orange, a tiny dab with the soft brush. The paint feels cool on underside of his bicep as you guide the brush over his flesh. It’s a pleasurable feeling, light and teasing. He makes a  noise in the back of his throat as you allow the paintbrush to trail down his shoulder, following the line of his collarbone until you reach the centre of his chest.

“How does it feel?” You ask him, pausing to reapply more paint to your brush.

“Good.” He says, his voice a little rough. “Relaxing.”

“You have been a little tense over the past couple of days, I thought it might be a fun way to diffuse some of that.” You say distractedly as you swirl the paintbrush over his sensitive skin.  

“It’s working.” He mumbles, his hips arching just a little as you doodle down the centre of his chest.

You take your time with him, using his body like your canvas until he’s needy and wanting. When your tongue runs over the tip of his cock, a moan tears from his throat. He tilts his head to look at you, those pretty lips of yours wrapping his dick as your gaze meets his.

“Hanna…” He warns you because the build up it’s been too much and the sensation of your mouth, it’s overstimulating, it drives him right to the pinnacle of ecstasy and he just can’t stop himself.

You pull your mouth away from his cock with a lewd pop, your palm replacing it. It barely takes more than a couple motions before he’s coming, his release spilling over your hand and across his stomach in thick spurts.

It takes him a couple of minutes to catch his breath but when he does Omar finds himself laughing as he stares down at the artwork that covers his body. He’s never felt as free as he does with you, so light, so content. He smiles as you lay down alongside of him in your underwear, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he whispers.

“It’s your turn.”

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