Splatonica
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The sniper didn’t know how much time he spent staring at the hostage, he stared down slightly and over his yellowed glasses.
Those damn blue eyes opened again and lead sunk to the bottom of Sniper’s stomach.
Instead of the piercing gaze he carried when they fought like dogs, he was vulnerable and almost pretty. It was so easy to get caught up in the bloodshed and the adrenaline rushing. The spy always had the upper hand then and it was man vs man. Sniper used to hate the blood he spilled in close combat but now, he enjoyed it and he would be lying if he didn’t love the pain they inflicted on each other.
“Why don’t you take off that suit? You don’t want to get blood on it do you, mate?” He was warm and the spy tried not to dignify him with a response until he was pinned against the inner wall of the van.
“Make me.”
Stripped of all his weapons the spy couldn’t fight back and he started undoing his tie and jacket, and Sniper undid the buttons with ease.
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06 Oct 2025
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Finished:3
Good plot, good
The french talk, ( ◜‿◝ )♡ -
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Fingertips have memories, Sniper’s can’t forget the curves of Spy’s body.
Bookmarked by Splatonica
05 Oct 2025
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Finished:3
I love this
So good writer
(I am not crying, you are)