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SOMETHING SCANDALOUS !!! DANIEL R. X FEM!READER (18+)
summary: she was so drawn on him that she couldn't find herself to care where she was. (pt. 3-ish of something watchful and something jealous).
content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), based on a request from my ask, use of explicit language, pwp, what is beta reading, unprotected sex (a no no), semi-public sex + mirror sex hehe, oral sex (m receiving) + deepthroat, p in v, exhibitionism + mentions of voyeurism (!!!!), just straight up nasty tbh, degrading ('filthy baby'), mentions lando watching (something jealous), lewis + max + lando + daniel scene at the end.
song rec: agora hills by doja cat (i've been playing this song endlessly now)
note: i know i'm not taking any requests atm but god did i want some exhibitionist!danny. anon, forgive me if this is way below what you've expected but i've done my best xx
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she hadn’t expected herself to act like this. in a club restroom, of all places.
but she was so drawn and drunk on him that she couldn’t find herself to give a fuck. her mouth humming around his thick cock as daniel exhaled sharply and muttered beneath his breath.
“fuck, such a good fuckin’ doll f’me,” he swore, his half-lidded eyes peering down at her with nothing but lust. “suckin’ me off in a club bathroom— y’really wanna get caught, huh?”
her eyes nearly shed tears as she inhaled the last of the oxygen she could consume, the tip of his cock resting at the back of her throat as her tongue swirled on the underside of his cock.
the echoes of daniel’s groaning remained inside the bathroom. the couple were thankful for the privacy of this place— as if this public place was meant to be shagged on by two desperate people.
“you should see yourself, princess,” daniel moaned as she began bobbing her head, “sucking me off in a bathroom where some drivers can walk into— like you want them to see you.”
her legs instinctively shut and rubbed against each other, desperately finding a way to scratch the itch in between her legs as she moaned. the vibration of her mouth made him groan deeply.
“yeah? you really want that huh? filthy baby,” daniel taunted her. “wan’ them to see you? wanna remind them that you’re my filthy girl?” he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her away from his cock, making her cry quietly at the sharp pain of her roots and the lack of cock on her mouth.
her skin met the cold marble tiles of the sink, feeling his hands bruising her hips as he slid into her. she let out a shrill cry, his cock bottoming out inside her cunt.
“god, baby you’re so fuckin’ divine,” daniel thrusted his cock inside her, his length reaching and hitting her sensitive spot repeatedly as she cried in pleasure. “yeah- let it all out. you like this, hm? you like this cock inside of your cunt?”
“fuck- daniel, yes!” she exclaimed, holding onto her dear life as he continued to fuck her from behind.
the australian took a hold of both her arms and held them behind her, watching her tits bounce in front of him with grace and filth that he hadn’t expected to act on.
his hand propped her chin up and tapped on it lightly, “look at you,” he demanded quietly, “open your eyes pretty girl.”
as if she was in a drunken haze, her lust blown eyes opened and trailed down from her bouncing tits to his cock— her mouth drooling at the sight of it sliding out of her.
“you like that?” daniel chuckled behind her, nipping at her ear as she mewled. “oh you do. you definitely love that, sweetheart— you are such a filthy thing.”
“and i thought fuckin’ you in front of lando would cut it,” he cooed mockingly, his pace increasing as she babbled about wanting to cum. “turns out you want more to see you, huh?”
“‘m sure they wouldn’t oppose to that,” daniel continued, “could see all of ‘em eye-fucking you when you wear those fuckin’ dresses to the paddock. pierre hadn’t been able to keep his mouth shut about you, either— tellin’ me that you’re hot as fuck. i don’t blame him.”
“and max?” daniel chuckled darkly, “he wants to fuck you too, baby— can you just imagine how it’s gon’ be if he finds out that he can’t have everything he wants just b’cause he’s the champion? i pity the poor man.”
“maybe lando should warn ‘em,” his cock continued to spear her insides as she screamed silently, her hand holding on to his arm behind her as her cunt throbbed. her walls called for orgasm— yet he continued fucking her like she wasn’t eager to reach her high. “tell ‘em that i’m not the type to share— but to brag, no?”
“or should we just let them find you here?” he laughed quietly, his mockery turning into a sign of pleasure as he said, “god fuck— baby, cum f’me, yeah? i can feel- god, fuck.”
“fuck danny~” she let out a loud whine, her body reaching her high as she clenched around him. daniel let out a choked moan, his cock twitching and coating her walls white as he reached over to kiss her hard.
the restroom, once filled with filthy words and sounds of desperation and pleasure, fell silent as the music outside continued to be loud enough to cover their heavy breathing.
but it wasn’t loud enough to not create a scandalous story that was shared amongst the singles of the grid.
a week after, when daniel arrived before the driver’s pre-race conference began, max and lando gave him a knowing look. the australian returned their expressions with a puzzled one and lewis finally gave up his act and chuckled.
hearing lewis’ laugh, daniel gave them all an annoyed look, “okay, what the fuck is going on?”
max grinned mischievously and leaned against the wall with a smirk.
“i knew you were into pda,” lando joked, “but i didn’t think you’d go as far as that.” max chuckled at that.
daniel gave lando a glare. out of all of them, lando shouldn’t be joking about that; not when lando witnessed daniel fuck his girlfriend's brain out before. even the brit knew that but he couldn’t help but laugh.
“we’re just saying,” lewis cleared his throat, “if you wanted us to catch you two so bad, you could’ve just let us join.”
daniel scoffed haughtily, “you fuckin’ wish.”
♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @topguncultleader @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa
♡ moony’s reminder 🅴 (explicit edition): @glitterf1
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Release Your Inhibitions
Inexperienced!Din Djarin x F!Reader
Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist
Author’s note: Inspired by this beautiful piece of art by @immarocketman!! If you want to, you could imagine this is in the same universe as Uncut, Grasp & Tug, Oral Fixation, and Bare It All! But reading them is not required to read this! :)
Summary: Shortly after revealing his face to you, Din’s worried about the faces he makes during sex, since he’s never had to worried about that before. You suggest something that might ease his worries; a blindfold.
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, established relationship, Din is insecure and inexperienced, helmet comes off, blindfolding, oral sex (M receiving), vaginal sex, light biting, creampie, super romantic and loving sex, use of Mando’a words/phrases (Cyar’ika = sweetheart, Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum = I love you, Yooba solus mesh'la = You are beautiful), no use of y/n
Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs
“Would it be alright if I left my helmet on this time?” Din says softly.
You’re at a hotel on Coruscant, a place that was a bit out of Din’s price range. But the bed is nice and big, a luxury you don’t get when you’re in the confines of the Razor Crest. You made the first move, palming the growing bulge in his flight suit. A groan escaped his lips underneath the helmet. He’s missed you today, spending most of his time chasing after a particularly difficult bounty. But once you heard the knock on the hotel room door you knew what that meant; time with him between the sheets.
He’s got you on your back and legs spread apart. Half of your clothes are strewn about on the floor and he’s down to just his flight suit. But now you’re stopped dead in your tracks, wondering what in the galaxy would make Din ask that.
“Of course, it’s alright, Din. But… why?”
He doesn’t answer right away, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. He rests his helmet in his gloved hands, slouched forward and sighing to himself. You move to sit beside him, running your hand up and down his back.
“You can tell me anything,” you remind him, feeling how his body reacts to your touch, even through all the layers.
“I’m just… insecure?” he says, unsure of his own feelings, unsure of where it’s coming from.
“Okay. Is that why you want to keep your helmet on?” you continue, dancing around this topic delicately. Taking off his helmet and showing you his face is a relatively new thing for the two of you. Not only it is a huge sign of the trust he has for you, but it’s also opening him to a world of insecurities. Under all of the beskar, he’s confident, never having to worry about what he actually looks like. But when he showed you his face many rotations ago, a nagging voice became a fixture in the back of his mind, telling him “She hates the way you look. This was a mistake. And you’re stupid for ever thinking this would go well,” despite all the love and words of affirmation you gave him. It breaks your heart knowing he feels that way about himself.
“Last night when were, uh, doing it, I caught a glimpse of what I look like, in the mirror.”
“I see,” you say, glancing at the mirror hung on the wall beside the bed.
“And I just think the faces I make are… stupid? I don’t know. It’s silly.”
“It’s not silly, Din. Everyone worries about that kind of stuff.”
“I’ve never had to before.”
You rack your brain for ways to help him out of this. He deserves to have sex without his helmet off. He deserves to be completely encapsulated in your scent or to feel your lips against his. And selfishly, you want him to keep it off, of course. There has to be some sort of solution, a temporary fix.
And then it dawns on you; a blindfold.
“I have an idea,” you say, moving off the bed and walking to a chair in the corner of the room, where Din’s medic kit is sitting. You rifle through the medic kit and pull out a white piece of fabric, one Din would use for dressing a wound.
You return to the side of the bed where he’s sitting, lifting the helmet slowly off his head and setting it on the nightstand.
“What about a blindfold?” you say, holding the fabric in front of his face.
“A blindfold? Why?”
“Half of your face will be covered,” you shrug, “And you won’t have to look at yourself in the mirror.”
“Oh, okay,” he says.
You take off the remaining layers of your clothes while he slips out of his flight suit, cock springing free from the fabric. He sits back down on the bed and you wrap the blindfold around his face, tying it at the back of his head.
“But now I don’t get to see you,” he says, almost complaining.
“Yes but…” you start, bringing your head beside his ear, “Your other senses are heightened,” you whisper, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Kriff,” he curses under his breath.
You sink to the floor, running your lips along his groin, and feeling the goosebumps on his skin beneath your fingertips. He shudders as you get closer and closer to his cock, only to pull away once he’s holding his breath and expecting you to take him in your mouth.
“Cyar’ika, please. Don’t tease me,” he whines, aching for your mouth around his cock already.
“Fine. Fine. I won’t,” you giggle, kissing his groin and moving closer to his cock again. You wrap your hand around the base and slip your tongue between his head and his foreskin, still teasing him a little. He groans some more, his hands finding each side of your face and caressing it lightly. And just when he’s about to beg again, you take him in your mouth as far as he can go, stroking the part you can’t fit. His hands move to the back of your head as you suck him off, head bobbing up and down and your tongue flat against the underside of his cock.
“Kriff, cyar’ika,” he curses again, “You take care of me so well.”
You hum in response, sending a vibration down his shaft. He shudders again, head thrown back in pleasure while your other hand inches closer to his balls. And once you cup them he’s about to lose it, shaky breaths working up to full-blown panting.
“Cyar’ika, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he pants, voice dripping with arousal and pleasure.
You hum in response again, as if you’re telling him that you want this, that you want to make him cum. Your tongue returns to the head of his cock, swirling around the tip and in between his foreskin, while your hand continues to stroke his length. You feel his balls tense up in your hand and almost immediately after, he’s coming down your throat, moaning out a string of curse words in Mando’a you don’t quite catch. You swallow his release, stroking him through his orgasm before taking him out of your mouth and rising from the floor.
“You’re amazing,” he says, voice still breathless and coming down from his high.
“I’m not quite done with you,” you chuckle, pushing his shoulders lightly so he’s lying down on the bed. His cock is still hard and glistening from just being in your mouth.
“You’re not?”
“Nope,” you giggle, moving to straddle him. You sink down onto his cock, feeling him stretch out your walls as you take all of him. But instead of staying upright with your hands flat against his chest, you lean forward, placing your head beside his ear again while grinding against him.
“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum,” you whisper. Although you couldn’t understand the curse words he used earlier, you made sure to learn how to say I love you and a few other things with the help of your data-pad.
All he can do is moan in response as your cunt envelopes his cock and your hips grind against him. So you take his earlobe in between your teeth and tug on it lightly before whispering again.
“Yooba solus mesh'la,” you tell him, wanting him to feel all the love and admiration you hold for him, wanting him to know that he’s desired.
He whispers back that he loves you, too, his voice jumping an octave as you cum around his cock. You take his earlobe in between your teeth again while you ride out your high, feeling the pleasure originate from your core and spread outwards. Your orgasm triggers his own and soon enough he’s coming inside you, cock pressed up against your cervix. The movement of your hips eventually slows to a halt and you’re left there just resting against him with his cock still inside you.
You poke your head up and untie the blindfold around his head, looking deep into his eyes with a smile on your face.
“Did you like that? The blindfold?” you ask.
“I did… Maybe we can do that more often?” he asks, his words delicate like he’s afraid of your response.
“Of course,” you say, leaning down and pressing a kiss against his lips.
He kisses you back, needy and passionate, but only because he knows that out of all the people in the galaxy, you’re the only one who will ever see him like this.
“Thanks for being patient with me,” he says softly.
“Anything for you,” you whisper back.
Banners/dividers by @saradika-graphics
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#din djarin x reader#din djarin smut#din djarin one shot#din djarin fanfiction#din djarin x you#din djarin x f!reader#the mandalorian fanfiction#the mandalorian#star wars smut#star wars fanfiction#starwarsficnetwork#pedrostories
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Hi everyone! I’m climbing out of my cave and scheduling this in advance to spread the good word about vampire angst. Because, as anyone who’s read my blog title knows, I am a fiend for vampire angst, and there is some cracking vampire angst in this fandom.
Here's a selection of fics that dive into the tasty vampire stuff, especially ones that come with a serving of ‘this sucks actually’. I love all of these, but I’m sure I’ve forgotten or missed other great fics, so please feel free to reblog with your own recs!
Also, since these fics all deal with how being a vampire sucks, I’d recommend checking the tags before diving in.
The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch by @monbons
I am asking you all, please, hop on board and join me in reading along with this WIP. Monbons has a wonderful writing style; well-paced and impactful. She’s made some inspired choices in this AU. Angsty, clever, and so, so engrossing. Tasty angst so far, and we still have many chapters to go!
burning pitch by stainedglassflood
Lamb is a character who really fascinates me. This ficlet imagines a conversation Baz and Lamb would have if Lamb discovered Baz was a mage under less bloody circumstance. This short and sweet fic is something of a hidden gem, and I’ll cry forever that this is a 600 word fic, not a 60k one.
Crowding out the Bad (with Good) by twigs_in_my_hair
Another WIP, and if you are a fan of lore, this is one for you. This AU involves Simon trying to improve his diet with the help of nutritionist (and reluctant vampire) Baz. Twigs devotes so much to exploring Baz’s feelings about his vampirism, and how it has left marks on his life, behaviour, etc. And, of course, there's a lovely bit of slow burn Snowbaz along the way!
Joy and Trust by @bookish-bogwitch
Bogwitch constantly surprises and impresses me with her range. This short (400 words), sweet and heartbreaking ficlet sees Baz receiving a Visiting during the events of Carry On. I love it so much.
Proof of Life by @roomwithanopenfire
What if Natasha Pitch survived the vampire attack, but Baz still got Turned? What would that mean for Baz and the World of Mages? In this WIP, it means a Baz who is even more angsty about being a vampire than he already is in canon—and with good reason. Added bonus is the consideration for the wider canon divergence. What would Watford be like if Natasha is still headmistress but Davy is the Mage? Very intriguing fic so far, especially now we’ve landed in eighth year!
This is where it ends by LakeWitch
The least Baz-focused on the bunch, this fic is about the Mage taking Old Family children prisoner for leverage and the aftermath. It sees Baz hit his lowest point (gave me the big good sads), and then follows how he and Simon recover from all they’ve been through. Love it.
A Record of You and I by Sip_of_your_soul
Argh. I just can’t. This one hurt so good. Want to die a little inside for fun? Read this.
Thanks everyone, I'm eager to see any recs you wanna make! Tags below the cut!
@artsyunderstudy @facewithoutheart @captain-aralias @raenestee @cutestkilla
@ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral @stitchyqueer @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
@ileadacharmedlife @confused-bi-queer @aristocratic-otter @whogaveyoupermission
@nightimedreamersworld @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @onepintobean @shrekgogurt
@theearlgreymage @martsonmars @blackberrysummerblog @orange-peony @valeffelees
@j-nipper-95 @rimeswithpurple @wellbelesbian @imagineacoolusername
@youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @alexalexinii
@bookish-bogwitch @cosmicalart @bazzybelle @theotherhufflepuff
@that-disabled-princess @prettygoododds @mooncello @noblecorgi @roomwithanopenfire
@emeryhall @monbons
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Favourite Davey/Angel fics >:3
so aside from my own series 'jaws that bite, claws that catch', that i'm absolutely gonna plug here, here is a short list of my fave davey/angel fics hehehe
but really, I'm looking for more, please rec me your favourite fics!!
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An Angel In Wolf's Clothing by ByTheAshTree
David has something he needs to tell Angel. Something that has to be said, before their relationship can go any further.
can't tell you how many times I have reread this one, okay.
Phases of You by inthedarkestlight
David’s hand found theirs, and he plucked it from where they’d had it against his chest, twined their fingers together, and presented them both to his father. A length of leather cord was slowly wrapped and knotted around their joined hands as Gabe spoke:
“Now you are bound one to the other, with a tie not easy to break. Take this time of binding, as the final vow is made to learn what you need to know – to grow in wisdom and love. That your union will be strong, and that your love will last, in this life and beyond.”
I love this story. it's a long fic, and complete, and I love the unique take on angel as a shifter, and the dynamics of rivals to lovers. <3
Growling by @dominimoonbeam
They've only been dating for a month and Davey is still trying to convince himself this isn't a big deal and he doesn't care, when Angel calls in the middle of the night sounding off.
protective davey is everything. bless you domini, this is still one of my favourites. (don't cry also, for angel and asher's friendship ;u;)
it just slipped my mind by @nat-seal-well
Of course, given their luck, they really shouldn’t be as surprised as they are when the first drop of water lands right on their nose. It still makes them look up, blinking in confusion towards the gray blanketing all of Dahlia.
another fic I have downloaded and reread often. just. perfect characterisation, and soft early angel/davey dynamics.
bonus smutty fics below the cut~
Down, Boy by @k9rage
“Down boy,” they laugh breathlessly when he bites at their neck a bit harder than intended, and he growls low in warning, only for their fingers to loop around the collar around his neck in reminder.
They’re in control tonight.
Gorgeous. GORGEOUS. >:3
(Gonna Make You) Howl by @romirola
On the morning of David's birthday, Angel gives him a gift unlike anything he's ever received. David might be the alpha of the Shaw Pack, but just for the day, Angel becomes alpha of the bedroom.
WONDERFUL. Romi is a goddess with characterisation, and she knocks this out of the park. ;u;
Wanna Bet? by @taelonsamada
David is craving his mate, who’s a bit too preoccupied with Minecraft at the moment for his tastes. So he makes a bet with them.
Realizing very quickly that he may have bitten off more than he can take.
>:3 okay so I was gonna rec 'Between You, Me and the Fence Post', which is a masterpiece, but I may be biased as she gifted this to me <33
#redacted asmr#redacted david#redacted audio#david/angel#I meant to do a fic rec thing for 2024#but it has been hectic!!#SO this will do#redacted recs
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more spirk fics i've read recently and loved
The Promised Land by gunstreet @gunstreet (TOS) - buckle in and get ready for chapters and chapters of p-a-i-n. it's divorce era spirk (pre-TMP) and it hurts oh so good. have a desperate need to find out what spock was thinking when he chose kolinahr? you will wonder no more. also, there's sex. a lot of it and beautifully done. all around perfection
The Accidental Matchmaker by notboldly (AOS) - it's valentine's day on the enterprise and spock receives an unexpected note. this had me muttering "oh spock" (affectionate) under my breath as i read
emotionally compromised by thesorrowoflizards (AOS) - an extremely thoughtful and poignant rewrite of the bridge scene in the 2009 movie. gen not slash, but who needs sex when you get the vulnerability of tos spock in aos spock?
Between Me and You by Solid_Medical_Advice (TOS) - ONE BED! need i say more? well, i will anyway. this fic has a touch of angst but it's mostly fluff and feelings and is terribly soothing
home by Sir_Bedevere (TOS) - am i sucker for everything OMS? yes, yes i am. have another entry into the old married space husbands being adorably old and married (with a cat!)
Injury by iyokou (AOS) - F1 AND STAR TREK??? i love it when my fandoms collide. AND IT'S EXPLICIT HURT COMFORT??? *eternal sigh of happiness*
The Other Uniform by Bibarian (AOS) - jim wears an alternate uniform, spock loses his shit. spock & uhura bffs. then sex. how can you go wrong?
The way that we love at night (gave me life) by phlebotinxm (AOS) - obligatory PWP entry for this list and this one is established relationship so it's a completely different kind of good
(This and Every) Morning After by Solid_Medical_Advice (TOS/AOS) - are they friends with benefits? is it unrequited love? you probably already know those answers but this fic is still fun as hell to read. also, CONFIDENT SPOCK. i am here for all confident spock
Sweet dreams (of course I love you) by decidedlynotheterosexual @decidedly-not-heterosexual (TOS) - fluff, ALL fluff. need a happy read? this is it
and, for once, i don't have any non-spirk fics to rec, but there are two entries in the "aliens made them do it" trope for this list:
Lead Us to Our Own Bliss by gunstreet (TOS) - i'm hesitant to read this trope because it often involves non-con, but @gunstreet handled it perfectly. this fic definitely has voyeurism, but it's more about their awakening of their feelings for each other
Red Matter: Scents, Starfleet, and Kurage Sushi by CampySpaceSlime (TOS) - this was so. damn. creative. omg. unlike anything i could've expected and just as weird and alien as space should be
(you can find previous recs under fic rec and/or spirk fic recs)
reminder - please do send me recs and feel free to self-promo!
#spirk#spirk fanfiction#spirk fic recs#k/s fanfic#i really need to do these lists more often#it takes me hours!#but at least i get to reread my favorites as i put the list together#please do send me recs too#and if you're not tumblr tagged and one of these is your fic#please let me know#would love to tag you so people discover your blog
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The mood this year, as this header photo demonstrates, was Le Tired. Just physically and emotionally slogging along. Brain stuck on perpetual static. A pull-the-covers-over-my-head sort of year. I read a few books, watched a lot of shows, found new songs to listen to on repeat, and spent way too much time futzing around on Tumblr.
But that's not what this post is about! This is to remind myself that I did accomplish writer-ly things this year, even if it didn't feel like it sometimes. So here's my 2023 Fandom Year in Review:
Drarry
🐈 A Dreadful Invasion (of the Feline Persuasion) rated G | 6K words
Most of the time, it’s easy for Harry to forget that Draco Malfoy is his next-door neighbour—until the night Malfoy seemingly goes round the twist in his back garden. Of course Harry has to investigate. A birthday gift for @caroll-in.
🍷 Under the Table rated T, 4K words
A string of nearly-insufferable dinner parties has made Draco acquainted with Harry Potter’s completely insufferable, social-climbing boyfriend. But tonight it seems like Potter’s finally had enough, and Draco’s more than happy to watch it all play out from across the table.
Microfics: Different | Thalassophile | Role play | Careless | Mama’s Gun | Raven | You Should Probably Leave | Afraid of the Dark | Eerie
WIP progress: I added about 25K to my Drarry retelling of Howl's Moving Castle. The working title is "Skybound" and it will be about 55 to 60K words when complete (by spring 2024, god help me!). Featuring: lots of banter, secret identities, adventures and misadventures in a floating house, a plucky house-elf, and (of course) a fire demon who wants to make a bargain.
9-1-1 fics, HP recs, and 2023 highlights under the cut!
9-1-1/Buddie
🌧️ It pours, man it pours rated T | 11K words
An endless rainstorm. A head-on collision on a dark canyon road. Eddie and Buck find themselves stranded with a woman in labor after they’re cut off from the rest of the 118 by a flash flood. With the fate of their team unknown, can they weather the night ahead—and mend the rift Buck caused by trying to kiss his best friend?
💣 A Few Good Pranks rated T | 4K words
The firefighters of the 118 decide to give Bobby a turn at pranking them after seeing how disappointed he was to be left out. And since two heads are better than one, why not three? Or four? If only they could figure out who's pranking and who isn't, and who the intended victim is. It's all in good fun, though—as long as everyone is too distracted to notice that Buck and Eddie keep sneaking off alone.
❤️🩹Let It Be Me rated T | 1.8K words
After another Buckley Family reunion-turned-disaster, Buck makes a decision about his parents. Of course the 118 has his back. Or, Bobby employs some LAFD equipment to help Buck out—and tell him something he needs to hear.
Episode codas/fix-it ficlets: 1x01 | 1x03 | 2x01 | 2x03 | 6x10 | 6x11 | 6x12 | 6x13 | 6x15
WIP progress: First chapter of a season 3/canon divergence Buddie fic. Featuring: angst with a happy ending, a secret marriage of convenience, and pandemic bed sharing.
HP Rec List
I was inspired by this post to rec twelve favorite fan works from 2023 in twelve days in December. It actually took fourteen days, but I did it!
💖 12 Favorites from 2023 💖
(after posting those twelve, of course I thought of a few more faves that I missed. I'll try to share them soon!)
2023 Highlights
I'm so very grateful for the wonderful, funny, imaginative people here who shared their creative works, the memes that made them laugh, photos of their pets, gif sets of shows I didn't know I needed to watch, and insights into the characters we love. You all got me through the year, honestly.
I had a good time doodling some Halloween treats for Inbox Trick-or-Treating. I hope it will become an annual Tumblr event! Thanks to the folks who rang my doorbell that night and the other blogs who gave out treats.
I truly treasured every kudos, comment, and rec I received this year. I was also very fortunate to receive a few special gifts:
🎙️ EllaMcSmellBella recorded a Podfic of "Spooked in Salem," my Drarry 'Round the World fic.
🎙️ Spades/bumblingbees recorded a Podfic of "Crimson Neon."
📕 @cheriecherishchen wrote a lovely rec for "Vortex" and designed gorgeous book covers for that fic and its sequel, "Riptide."
✏️ @saijordison drew this incredible piece of art for "Riptide."
And finally, if you read all the way to the end of this post, I'm grateful for YOU. 😁
Wishing everyone a very Happy New Year and an excellent 2024!
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2022 Ladynoir Fic Rec List
It's the end of the year which means it's finally time for the ML Big Bang's yearly fic rec lists! We're really excited to bring you our contributors' favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you're waiting for the Big Bang fics' publication in January.
Movie Date, Interrupted by @purrfectlypunny
1,043 words, General, 1/1 chapter
Ladybug and Chat Noir finally have time to spend together at a movie; unfortunately, a goofy akuma and a moody teenager have other plans.
"The dynamic between Ladybug and Chat is so good!!"
Polaris by @miabrown007
4,029 words, Teen, 3/3 chapters
Adrien had lost everything. Along with his Miraculous, he gave up his freedom, his kwami, his partner; there’s nothing else left to lose.
But maybe it is an akuma attack going so predictably wrong all it takes to change his fate, and prove his worth in the team to the only person doubting it: himself.
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Kuro Neko-divergent hurt/comfort fic
"I am weak for any hurt/comfort that is made worse (better) by identity barriers. This fic very much delivers."
breaking me down to my knees in the dead of night by @sunfoxfic
2,429 words, General, 1/1 chapter
Marinette ran off in the middle of an argument and Adrien panicked. Now, he has showed up to patrol as Catwalker, and he has to lie in the bed he's made, even if he overreacted a bit much.
"(technically Ladywalker, but anyway…) A very sweet fluff-and-angst fic that gently but realistically portrays neurodivergence."
Maintaining a Professional Distance by @buggachat
43,417 words, Teen, 11/11 chapters
“I mean, how dumb does the mayor think we are? Offering us a permanent hotel room as a ‘gesture of gratitude for all our work for Paris’, like it isn’t clearly just some half-baked political ploy to place him more in the public’s favor after the whole school funding scandal, like we’ll allow ourselves to sleep in a hotel that we were publicly offered, making ourselves sitting ducks for Hawkmo—”
“It’s a pretty big building,” he countered, and at least he seemed amused, because she certainly wasn’t, “Nobody knows which room we were given but us.”
“It doesn’t matter!” she scoffed, “It’s still a security risk that he can narrow our location down at all! Also,” she jutted her arms out towards the bed a second time, “May I remind you? ONE. BED. ONE!”
———
Or, Ladybug and Chat Noir receive a hotel room from the city, which they most certainly will not use. After all, that wouldn't be very professional, would it?
Yes, it's a Ladynoir bed sharing fic.
"Genuinely one of the most in character Ladynoir fics I've read. I love how the conflicts are resolved, how the characters deal with the fallout, and how no one is villainized. There's the "there's only one bed" trope, Marinette is a MESS but we love her for it, clownbug, Adrien is oblivious, Chat is a dork. Fun times all around."
"The best "There was only one bed" fic you will ever read. Ladybug and Chat Noir get their own dedicated suite in Le Grand Palais, as thanks for their continuing work protecting the city. Only one bed shouldn't be a problem since they both have a home and a bedroom anyway, right? Except.... sometimes Marinette needs to get away from the kwamis and have some space, and sometimes (a lot) Chat Noir needs to get away from whatever is happening with his family, soooooo..... "Friends with benefits without the benefits" is the perfect tag. It's hilarious. It's sweet. It's romantic and emotional."
Hamburger Ladybug by RaspberryCatapult
1,773 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter
Ladybug runs into a burning building. What comes out no longer resembles anything that can be described as a person.
"So, it's a little graphic, as it's about Ladybug running into a burning building, getting charred up, and Chat staying with her in the hospital. BUT...it is beautifully written - descriptive and emotionally spot on (pun intended). And the ending is mind-blowing. It never leaves you. Totally original."
i am not a puppet (i will work against your strings) by @bugchat
7,525 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter
Nothing quite hurts like loneliness– unless you count being thrown against a wall at top speed, while Ladybug’s horrified expression follows you.
Adrien questions how he got here, pressed against a wall while fighting for his life, watching the city crumble around him while Ladybug stares. There are other heroes, a second, third, fourth villain, and all he’s done is give the villain the power to win.
It’s over.
"GORGEOUSLY WRITTEN!!!! in love with how Cartara provided an Adrien POV to the season 4 final!!!!"
Wait— Don't let this line go slack by DescentIntoAbsurdity
14,418 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter
I think you've got the wrong number
She sends her simple text, satisfied. Then she goes about and wipes down the benches and puts away the flour, and thinks, wait. I have a thousand neighbourhood cats that loiter around my apartment complex and threaten me for food. I cook cat treats in my free time. I know what to feed cats.
Marinette deals with her crush on Adrien, cute neighbour and well-known model. She also tries to cope with baking in her free time, and her college assignments, and her growing feelings for Chat Noir; a boy who accidentally texted her regarding his cat.
It's going about as well as can be expected.
"loved to follow their interractions via text and their fumblings irl"
Take 31 #LadyNoir kiss, action! by @malauu-ladynoir
41,422 words, Teen, 31/31 chapters
How many kisses does it take to let feelings spread free?
How many redo to finally get over the subdued inhibition?
Is it a first tentative kiss propelling you in an awkward leap into the unknown?
Or is it the one built from years of holding back repressed feelings?
When Ladybug and Chat Noir get asked to play themselves in a movie the drama doesn’t just stay on set. With a new nemesis, a dreaded kissing scene, consuming feelings and a new revelation can Ladybug finally give in to what she’s always held back…her love for her partner? Can Chat Noir's heart still be able to surrender?
"I absolutely loved Ladynoir's dynamic in this fic, it's so good!"
one does not love breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus
99,476 words, Mature, 34/43 chapters
All of Paris watched as Hawkmoth murdered Chat Noir, taking the Black Cat Miraculous for himself. Ladybug swears revenge, but her enemy—and every miraculous in his possession—disappear without a trace.
Six years later, a new team of villains launches an attack for the last remaining Miraculous: Volpina, armed with new powers; Queen Bee, with questionable loyalty; Argos, the new holder of the Peacock Miraculous; and Cat Walker, who Ladybug hates the most.
Takes place after S4 - Strike Back.
"Quite possibly my favorite ml fic ever. Is really all sides of the love square (Ladynoir is emphasized, especially towards the beginning, also Mari...walker?), as well as other pairings (Lukazoe, DJwifi, and Feligami), and a lot of amazing action and office espionage. Chat Noir was killed by Monarch in front of all of Paris, and Ladybug swore revenge. Now, after a strange visit from Bunnyx, Monarch is suddenly back, along with a team of Miraculous users that Ladybug has to face all by herself. Amazing character interactions, new uses of Miraculouses, fantastic action scenes, and heartbreak, heartbreak everywhere. Also senticousins."
#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#ml fic recs#fic recs#ml big bang 2022#ml big bang#ladynoir#ladybug#chat noir
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Lashana x black fem
Unforgettable
Warnings: smut ofc, mirror sex, choking, overstimulation, breath play, top!reader, bottom!lashana, she kinda becomes a brat mid way, squirting.
Song rec above.
This is just written porn.
[A/N: 😃 can't come up with a summary but this was inspired by the pic of Shana soaking the sunlight with her lil twist out
here you go babe! 💗 @mybonafidefeelings ]
Taglist: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @xenaizogie @blacksapphhicmaddonna
"When you get famous.. will you forget me?"
"I get really honest with alcohol in my system, you want the truth?" Lashana stated as she lowered her glass on the floor.
"Yeah, I can take it."
Your relationship with lashana was as firm as dry foam bricks. You only needed eachother for pleasure and occasional talks like this. She met you in the club as you displayed your charm naturally and Lashana went with it. Not taking your light promises to heart but you got the chance to show her a thing or two.
Near the end of month you got to come over to her apartment, laying with Lashana at the foot of the bed with a grey duvet pulled over your half naked body in lingerie. Neither of you touched any part of yourselves, the only thing you touched was a bottle of wine.
"I can't truly forget anyone I come across, now a name I'd probably forget but all that you made me feel.. no." That was not what you were expecting.
"Would you forget me, when you have all those deals and industries calling for you. Showcasing your beauty on the runway" Lashana questioned with a flaunt tone.
"... Probably. I don't know. You'd most likely pop up in my head when I'm doing certain things that remind me of you."
"Things like what?" She rasped and you looked at Lashana playing with her necklace, her look was curious, eyes round and receiving to what you would say. For once, she wanted to know what you perceived of her outside of sex.
You rolled on your side as a small smile bloomed on her lips.
"It chalks from perfume all the way down to.. the simplest smell in the air. And not that scent after it rains.. it's sweet like ripe watermelons in the summer you know?" She hums and turns on her shoulder as she looks up at you.
When you melt in silence Lashana smirks with a comedic flutter of her lashes "tell me more." You chuckle.
"Certain textures in my mattress might mimic the feel of you," your hand rests on her clothed hip. "Or even words like... laconic. I didn't even know that word existed until I was scrolling through pintrest" you both shared a giggle.
This had to be more, the way Lashana glowed because your company and thought your voice was better than any medicine in the world. Your touch making her feel so safe and so needy when you were gone.
"..You're too sweet"
"Am I?" You raise your brows with a soft smile and she lays flat on her stomach now with her forearms crossed infront of her, her gaze moves to a pair rosewood lips just looking like they want to get kissed on. She makes a low sound of agreement before leaning forward and taking them for herself.
The engagement of your mouths is warm and and plush, puckered lips pushing against eachother before they enclose around another's lip. You place a leg over both of Lashana's and situate behind her while your mouths are still connected and meshing. She just has to crane her pretty neck back and hold the edge of the bed for grounding.
You parted from her as she finally turned her head forward and pushed her twist out curls from her forehead. Her eyes wandering to the sides of her as you ran your hands down her waist under the covers.
"What do you have planned for me tonight?"
"Something different, I don't think we've tried this before but I just want you to look in that body mirror when I slip into you" you informed in the canal of her peirced ear. She smirked and glanced to it, feeling an electric shock of nerves commence in her body when you mischievously met her gaze inside of it.
"Okay" she breathed and bit her lip anticipatingly when your hands spread her knees apart and glided across her ass, her navy blue lace panties were merely slipped to the side as two fingers greeted her slick folds with delicate rubs.
You didn't have to peel back the covers to see or know where certain parts were located, so you used another hand to hold her chin. The radio on Lashana's dresser was playing the perfect music for this moment and she was elated when you gave her two digits in the start.
Her mouth parted as you slowly pumped them in her tight pussy, releasing uncertain breaths and almost uncatchable whines that took partial trips to your ear. All while her deep brown irises were fixated on the mirror.
"Good girl, doing just what I asked of you" your fingers move a bit faster and then a moan finally breaks through the barrier, right in-between high and low. Her sound was moderate and smooth, but they progressed in range over time.
You had Lashana push back with whatever force you delivered and it was wonderful to feel, the hand on her jaw loosened to accommodate her constantly bobbing throat abd she gasped lightly when you squeezed just right.
The growing light-headed feeling pairing with your consistent thrusting in her greedy cunt.
"Y-y/n, shittttt—" she drew out beautifully when you found her special spot.
"Do-n't stop, keep fucking me.. right there. T-there! Yes!" Her voice was like a bell, ringing when you targeted her g-spt more than once. And you were pleased to hear it. You looked in the mirror and it was gorgeous to see Lashana looking out of it, her spirit floating elsewhere but not inside her.
In a body that was limited to immense pleasure, but her eyes were shut tight and if you were in her position you would've done the same. But this isn't really about you. It's about Lashana getting to witness first hand how much of angel she looked while fucking down on you.
"Shana open your eyes." She didn't hear you or rather she didn't want to, drowned in the bliss of your services.
"Can't right– right now" she huffed out with hold still around her neck a pretty vein starting form near her temple. You stopped that restricting stimulation and the one inside of her.
Lashana fluttered her eyes open, "why did you stop?" You shrugged and pulled your fingers out completely, earning a needy and low whine from her. Your figure sat on her thighs like she was horse sattle.
"I mean. If you don't want to look into the mirror.. You'd prefer your head pushed into the sheets then?" Judging by how freaky she was, Lashana actually looked off to the side like she was considering it and her humorous personality came back aswell.
"That sounds fun?" Lashana sounded optimistic and she knew you hated a chirpy mouth in this situation. But you smiled and it tempted her by the way your lips curved with challenge.
Your fingers partially combed through her smooth kinks and Lashana braced herself as you gripped them, a dull sting targetting her scalp.
"Safeword." A chill ran up her spine, a good one though. She needed this Saturday night after a stressful week of auditioning to roles.
"Lilac"
"You have six seconds to breathe, tap the bed twice for a break. Understand?"
"Mmm.. mhm" she closed her eyes when you eased your fingers back inside her succulent walls. It was gentle and flowing with your quiet notes about how good she felt, 'til it wasn't and her face was full of bedding sheets as you set in animalistic pace for her.
Lashana gripped the bed in surprise her hips lifted slightly until they dug into the bed. Her screams were muffled in the pillows as her body slightly rode up the mattress from your force. It went on for nearly twenty seconds until you pulled her back up again.
"You look so ruined already baby, how was that?" She tried speak but it felt impossible so she just nodded with what would you would allow.
Her heavy breath and moans mixed up togther, not knowing which should come before or after. Your pace was still brutal as Lashana moaned out but the time was lessening and you counted down from three in your head before she was pushed back down.
Your estimation on her durability and will was correct, Lashana was so willing to take and receive almost anything. Good or bad. When she resurfaced for the tenth time you were pushing three fingers inside her pussy and her climax was so incredibly close. She reached a hand down and stroked her clit while you were busy.
A helpless groan leaving her raw vocal chords.
"Are you close?" She managed a single word of agreement through clenched teeth as you smiled in triumph.
"Well, I'll be waiting. Make a mess all over my fingers, least you can do is make me proud with how hard you cum?" She whined and you nodded at her, "yeah?"
Lashana greeted the mattress again with a wet kiss and tears. Her body trembling in the same rythym like a broken record. You paid close attention and listened past the wet squelched to hear Lashana finally sing out the limit of her ecstasy. The dam of pleasure breaking to overflow onto the sheets as she spread her thighs wider.
You let go of her hair smacked her ass almost like a congratulation.
She resurfaced with her fingers still on her enlarged clit, feeling unfinished. You massaged Lashana's twitching walls once before drawing them out as you studied her body language. Her knees hiked up the bed as her ass was up and her face down, more so looking at her swollen pussy from a different angle.
"Oh! Oh! Yesssss! Fuckkk.." she dragged her head back to rest against the bed as the splash of her juices made you marvel. You grabbed her thighs and attactched your mouth to her pussy, swiping your toungue horizontal over its clenching entrance.
Lashana's mouth was agape and drooling as you lapped and cleaned her up. Whimpering out to your action mending into gentleness. You darted your toungue out to get one last taste before pecking her pussy.
Your fingers fixing the panties back over her and easing her to lay back on the bed to roll away from the wet mess. Lashana brought a thumb up to wipe her eyes as a smile started to grow on her face. You mirrored it and leaned down to her.
"That was so sexy, you don't even know" she chuckled and weakily held your arm when you kissed her cheek.
"I've never... done that so soon." She covered her face embarrassment and you laughed now.
"Baby that was perfect for me. Come on, let's wash up" Lashana nodded still a bit shy as you scooped her up by her waist. You were glued to her back as you both approached the small bathroom, her arms crossing over your own.
"I don't think I'll ever forget you lashana." She rested her head against your sternum with a smile. Of course you wouldn't.
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[A/N: i know for a fact that Shana smiles after you pleasure her really well, I can feel that in my fucking bones. With that being said, farewell til next time 💗]
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Buddie Fic Recs
So I've never made one of these rec lists before so bear with me but I felt like the authors in this fandom deserved some loving so here's a few that I've read recently(ish) that I wanted to pass on. I’m going to try to do this semi-regularly maybe.
Pleaseee please don’t get upset if your fic isn’t on the list, my intention is not to upset anyone that being said if you have a fic (yours or someone else's) that you wanna send me to read then please do! I am always looking for new recs for myself) ❤️
REMINDER TO CHECK THE TAGS AND TRIGGER WARNINGS
drink the river dry by Rianne (@rianneeyre)
It wasn’t until they were discussing his discharge paperwork and painkiller schedules that it really sunk in for Eddie that Buck would be staying with him and Christopher. That he would be around 24/7 except for his shifts at work. That he’ll sleep on the couch, where he’s been sleeping for days now to look after Christopher. The worst part is that it’s necessary—Eddie isn’t going to be able to do a damn thing for himself for the next couple of weeks. He’s lucky if he can put a shirt on by himself a month from now. Yeah, that’s going to be a problem.
Or: Eddie gets shot, breaks up with his girlfriend, and pines like there’s no tomorrow.
as the lights go down by BekkaChaos (@bekkachaos)
Buck is trying to adjust the neighbourhood power supply to stop the newly hung Christmas lights from tripping out, but he is not as handy as he thinks. Eddie watches from the bottom of the ladder, knowing things can only end badly.
Under Kitchen Light by WheelsUpIn_Five (@two-cut-lines)
It’s 3am and the left-hand side of the bed is cold. Buck’s tired fingers grasp at the sheets, his brain lagging behind.
“Eddie?” It’s mumbled, barely audible, and receives no answer. He prises his eyes open and fumbles for his bedside lamp to push back the shadows of the pitch-black room. He’s alone, and Eddie’s place is cold.
from the ashes by casfallsinlove (@oliverstarked)
It makes the breath catch in Buck’s lungs. He doesn’t know how it’s possible when he’s just spoken to him but suddenly he misses Eddie with such a fierce intensity that it leaves him aching. He presses the phone to his chest so hard it hurts, but he wants the words inside of him, wants them bruised onto his skin and scratched into his ribs. You’re the love of my fucking life, he wants to say back. What he actually types is just as honest.
Sent 10:53pm I miss you.
In which Buck's father dies and Buck takes the long way home.
Sometime Around Midnight by Bob_loblaws_lawblog (@buddierights)
Every moment Buck feels as if he loves Eddie as much as possible, and every moment he’s proven wrong by falling even more in love. He’s proven wrong again as Eddie shifts so he’s facing Buck, lifting his leg onto the couch so that his shin is flush against Buck’s thigh, bringing them closer.
“Buck.” Eddie speaks his name quietly, like its something precious. And Buck falls even more as Eddie captures his gaze in those warm, brown eyes.
OR a series of miscommunication leads to confusion and mistakes, until everything finally becomes clear.
blue enough to bruise by renecdote (@renecdote)
Two things happen at once:
Buck overbalances, arm slipping from around the bridge.
The rope snaps.
They lock eyes for a second, half a second, Buck’s wide and afraid, Eddie’s probably a match with the way his heart is pounding hard enough to hurt, nothing either of them can do, knowing that there is nothing either of them can do, and then—Buck is falling.
love finds a way by alkaysani (@alkaysanii)
It was a quiet day after a long shift, and Buck landed in Eddie’s home instead of his own loft afterwards, dead on his feet. After a much-needed shower and takeout, he found himself wrapped in a throw blanket that Abuela made for Eddie that he keeps on the couch, Eddie pressed against him, their legs intertwined after the man just dropped beside him, eyes already on the TV.
For twenty days and twenty nights, the emperor penguin will march to a place so extreme it supports no other life. In the harshest places on earth, love finds a way.
“Love finds a way,” Eddie mutters, so softly that Buck’s not even sure if he realizes that he’s doing it, but he’s turning to look at him anyway. What he finds is beautiful: Eddie’s brown eyes illuminated by the light coming from the television, reflecting the white and blue of the snow on the screen.
OR the one where Buck finds love again while watching March of the Penguins with Eddie
out of ashes by ashavahishta (@ashavahishta)
“They found Buck.”
Hen’s hand goes to her chest. Chim stumbles like he’s been hit, hand curling around the back of a chair for balance.
And Eddie -
Eddie’s knees give out. He’s lucky there’s a chair right under him because he just buckles, head in hands, trying to remember how to breathe.
“Is he - did they - what…what did they find?”
“He’s alive.”
“What?” Eddie’s head snaps up.
If you do read any of these, please show the authors some love. Leave kudos, comments, stalk their tumblrs etc. maybe make a rec list of your own? Share the love around peeps and have a wonderful rest of your week xxxx
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Hello,can you please do a smut/nsfw piece of sub Ellie?I would die for one of those.Thank you.
━ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x G/N!Reader
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, fluffy/dom loving smut, fingering ( el receiving ), oral sex ( el rec ), minor hair pulling, dom/sub vibes, slight dubcon, slight degradation?, biting, kissing, dom!reader, sub!ellie
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - This might be very bad because it was written over a course of 3 power outages and classes starting up again, I haven't felt the best lately so it'll be a bit before requests open once again as I'm still finishing some very old ones! Butttt Abby smut coming soon...
REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED
It was quiet, the cold fall afternoon keeping you inside, reading a romance book with your nail between your teeth. The moment intense between the two characters keeping you sucked into the pages inhaling the nice scent of the candles you'd lit earlier.
It wasn't late, but it wasn't early. You and Ellie spending your first day off just hanging about with each other, enjoying one another's presence while doing a few things around the small home.
It felt nice.
Not only that, your mind buzzed from the joint you had shared with Ellie just a few moments before. Deciding on cutting it off after you'd gotten fuzzy minded and a bit focused on other things, telling her to do the same before walking off.
You knew her better, but you weren't thinking too clearly.
Now you sat on the bed, knees pulled up, hands loosely holding the book to keep it propped up. It blocked your view of most of Ellie's room, especially the end of the bed. Your girlfriend having been sitting at her desk before appearing at the foot of the mattress watching you silently as you flipped the page.
"Y/n."
You didn't even hear her in the moment, continuing to read the lines while biting on your painted finger, eyebrows furrowing at the plot and the way the characters spoke back and forth.
"Y/nnn..." She dragged it out this time but still it went unheard by you despite the silence of the room, sitting in the same position while flipping the page once again, it was comical, or would be if Ellie wasn't so frazzled and crossing her legs over each other.
Then she got a bit desperate.
The bed dipped which you brushed off, until her head suddenly popped up underneath your book and between your knees. Green eyes finally meeting yours as you quietly giggled at her childish antics, moving so she could get closer to your face.
"What are you doing?" "You weren't answering me." "I was reading, thank you."
She smiled up at you, the whites of her eyes now resembling a bit of a cherry color complimenting the greens, but Ellie had gotten bashful and looked away.
Laying her head down right on your chest having decided to make herself comfortable; snuggling into your shirt and huffing like a bored toddler.
"What is it?" "Talk to me." "About what?" You laughed, trying to continue reading but it was hard when your girlfriend continuously shoved her face into your chest and then peaked up at you with a glare.
"Anything. M'bored." You hummed.
Dragging your nails through her hair continuing to read, a tiny groan filling your ears. Ellie then shifted once more digging her face into your neck, staying still for another moment hoping you'd say something else.
"Ells, let me finish this chapter and we can hang out, m'kay?" You could hear her mumble, allowing you to return back to your book before you began to feel little pecks feathering across your skin.
It made you smile a bit, laying your cheek against her head. Only knowing her to be endearing and to remind you she was still there while you read.
Again you flipped the page, continuing to read on. That was until the kisses turned into small nips along your neck.
Then as you finished the other side you felt her really take a big bite from the side, laughter tumbling from your mouth before you even got to process what she'd done to gain your notice.
"Stop it, I'm almost done you baby." "Y/nnnn..."
The little grumble and a few disappointed murmurers beside your ear finally caused you to turn to face your girlfriend. Grabbing your bookmark from beside you on the bed much to your frustration but adoration for the moron laying against you.
"Alright." You sat up and tossed the book onto the bedside table and leaned on your arm looking down at her laying back beneath you.
"Did you smoke more?" You quietly asked, bringing your hand over to push back her baby hairs from her face, then bringing it down to caress her cheek.
You knew the answer, you just wondered if she'd tell you.
"Yeah." She whispered, doe eyes staring up at you the entire time like a lovesick puppy while you dragged your nail across her jaw.
"I told you not too." You then stated softly, tucking her hair behind her ear while she mumbled out some excuse still admiring your face instead of hearing your words.
"You had more too." "But I don't get all discombobulated when I smoke."
You were high and so was she, you did it all the time, but you knew Ellie when she'd smoke, especially more than you'd give her.
And you knew how clingy she'd get and how much she'd bug you to be with her, and you never minded, you loved her, but she was Ellie.
Which is why you always cut her off, so the poor girl wouldn't send herself into a spiral because you had to leave to pee for a minute.
"You need to start listening to me more." You leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, quickly pulling back to sit up nearly missing her disappointment.
"Babe." "What?" You peaked over your shoulder at her seeing her sprawled out on the mattress, shirt rode up and sweats low on her hops.
"Don't leave me." You laughed quietly, laying beside her on your pillows, face to face with the girl.
"Just take a nap, I'll be here when you wake up."
Ellie had other plans though, moving forward to kiss you, rolling her entire body towards your own.
"Ells.." "C'mon please.." She begged, kissing you once more while you smiled. "I told you not to smoke any more of it." "I won't." "Too late.."
She continued pushing at you though, continuing her small pecks to your lips. Swinging on of her legs over yours to keep you close to her while you only continued to smile down at the girl, silently teasing her about what she was doing and how badly she wanted you without quite saying it.
"You need to start listening to me." Your nails tickled the skin just beside her eye before you booped her nose. But it was like Ellie wasn't hearing you, instead kissing you once more while you pulled away with a chuckle.
"And be good." You grabbed her face to squish her cheeks, laughing as you did it when she gave you a face. "Got it?" She nodded while you pecked her squished lips.
But it quickly became more than just a peck, her fingers creeping up and underneath the bottom of her shirt before pulling it off to reveal her black sports bra.
"Way to ask for what you want." "Please?" You blinked a few times, trailing the collarline of her bra before letting out a sigh. Though you had already decided your answer a long while ago.
"You're lucky I love you."
Your hands the moved down to the strings of her sweatpants making sure you moved slowly letting the moment dwindle and her to wallow in the moment.
Untying them in a messy manner letting the pad of your thumb run along the waistband and graze her skin.
"After this you're taking a nap.." You smiled, dragging her pants down her legs to show off her matching boxers, leaning down to kiss and nip at her inner thighs. Her laughter filling your ears.
"Yeah, yeah." Ellie then jumped when you harshly bit at the fat of her skin, licking over it to help with the delicious pain she felt. "Don't start or I'll leave you like this." She didn't respond, a little noise passing her lips instead. "Can I take these off?"
You tugged at the leg of one of her boxers seeing her nod.
"You're so quiet when you're needy..."
You pressed a kiss to her knee, pulling down her underwear to finally expose her aching cunt. Her legs mindlessly widening when you tossed the garment away, laying down on your belly right between her two limbs to gaze at her.
Admire her.
"...aren't you?"
You teased, hearing her whine as her head lolled forward to look at you, green irises meeting your own.
"You should really stop smoking.." You giggled, leaning in as she went to give you another snarkish reply, instead her mouth falling open as you look a long stride up her slit.
One of her legs hiking itself up onto your shoulder, tongue swirling around her clit while her little noises soon flooded the small house.
Your grip creating white indents in her freckled skin as you continued to toy with her sensitive bud. Sucking harshly to get a louder response from her lips.
"Y/n..." She then whispered. "Maybe I'll get up and leave you hanging?" Your finger inched towards her hole, little 'no's' passing her lips at the idea you'd said out loud.
Your poor girlfriend so high she resorted in begging you to keep going, desperate as your first finger pushed right into her cunt. Pressing a light kiss to her clit earning a nice jolt from her body.
"Then you should listen to me." She nodded quickly, eyes stalking you while her mind prayed for movement. "Okay?" "Okay, please fucking move babe, please–" You grinned before moving back in, adding another finger while beginning to pump in and out. The tip of your tongue kitten licking her most sensitive part.
"Wider." You tapped her other leg causing her to move it a bit, but nonetheless you had to shove it aside making your fingers sink even deeper.
A throaty grumble coming from her mouth then a few girlish whines, her hand coming down to rest right on your head, short nails digging into your scalp but it didn't even hurt, it felt good as she tugged on your hair.
"You taste so good Ells.." "Fuck Y/n.." You went a bit faster, watching her face the entire time while keeping your tongue on her clit. "You look so pretty too."
Her shaky breaths and red face keeping the smirk on your face, adding a third finger into her, moving at a pace she couldn't keep up with. Thighs trying to close around your head but you wouldn't let them.
She hated it when you'd watch too, the way your fingers moved in and out and then you'd look back at her while you played with her clit.
It drove crazy.
"Aww, Ells, you getting close?" Your fingers rested on her lower belly, thumb pressing her clit for every time you came up to mock her again.
"Ye–yeah." You grinned at her jumble of words that followed the confirmation. Sweaty and sticking to her while fucking her to the point of her mind going fuzzy and foggy.
Reaching for you as she finally began to tip over edge letting out a much loader moan that sounded so whiney and melodical that it made you just have to lean up to kiss her, I mean you couldn't resist.
Still finger fucking her when you met her damp lips, swallowing up her sounds, the wet squelching sound coming from between her legs still so audible for you both.
Finally you pulled back, slowly leaving the place between her thighs. Moving slow, a few more quiet whimpers tumbling from her lips and out into the air.
You brought one hand up pushing her sweaty hairs from her sticky forehead and the then the other hand, placing your fingers in your mouth.
Forcing her watch you lick them clean before kissing her once more allowing her to taste herself on your tongue.
"You did so good Ells." You then kissed her forehead, holding her as she came back down and looked around with foggy, blown out pupils.
After a moment of quiet, of kissing her cheeks and tracing the pretty bridge of her nose. You whispered a few more things to her getting her cheeks to turn a light scarlett until you told her you were gonna clean her up.
Moving to go off to grab a rag and new boxers for her but the girl had other plans. Tightly wrapping her arms around your waist to keep you there.
"Babe, I gotta clean you up." She groaned instead of using words but nonetheless her grip was released, letting you leave and come back, going as quickly as you could manage.
"No more extra smoking, or I'm not being nice next time."
You spoke, spreading her legs to clean her up.
But she didn't answer, eyes flickering up to her face while you grabbed her fresh underwear. Seeing her half asleep, but her puppy dog eyes were still trained to watch you, even if she had no fucking idea was you were saying, only basking in you taking care of her.
"I love you, you know that?" "Mhm." "Good."
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This is part 2 of Please Hold so feel free to read that first as little appetizer!
Tags/warnings: E18+ threesome, Frank's the daddy, bratty Matt getting his just desserts, slight choking/breath play, oral sex (f receiving), anal sex (m rec), overstimulation, cum eating.
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You felt Matt's entire body tense underneath you. He lifts his head from the pillow, turning towards the door.
"What is it?" you ask, still gently opening him up with your slippery fingers.
He groans hearing the harsh stomp of boots, the jangling of keys like an alarm bell sounding up the stairs. His stomach is suddenly swarming with butterflies.
"Daddy's home."
"Oh Matt, you're in trouble…" you tried to sound sympathetic but you couldn't stop the corner of your mouth from creeping up as you thought about the justice about to be served.
The door slams open, keys clattering on the table, the crumple of a jacket slung over the couch. The boots get louder, pounding the floorboards towards the bedroom. You stop what you're doing with Matt, looking up as Frank appears around the corner of the hall.
"You alright princess?" Frank asks, pulling you up into his arms and claiming your mouth with a kiss that reminds you exactly who you belong to.
"Yeah, glad you're home."
He bumps his nose against yours, kissing you again before turning to Matt who's turned over onto his back, lazily stroking himself.
"Took your time."
"C'mere." You couldn't help your smug smile as Frank whipped his black leather belt through the loops with a snap. "Now." Frank was not for messing around. Matt prowled across the bed.
"Turn around."
Matt obeyed, chuckling as Frank slipped the looped belt over his head and around his neck like a collar, pulling it taut but not tight, holding the end firm in his fist.
"Ass up."
Again Matt did as he was told, groaning as Frank slapped him roughly across both cheeks.
"So are you gonna fuck me or just fuck around?"
The sudden burst of dark laughter that Frank unleashed made you shiver. He snorted, pushing Matt's knees apart and signaling you to hand him the bottle of lube.
"Get on up at his dumb face kitten, he's gonna make good for teasin' you earlier." He grasped between Matt's legs making him grunt. "Ain't that right, Red? This is what you get for being a fuckin' attention seeking little brat asshole."
He shucked his jeans just far enough down his thick muscular thighs to release his cock from his boxers, lubing up the length of it before smacking it on Matt's ass while you got comfortable, propped up on the soft pillows with your legs wide in front of him.
"You better make our girl happy, or I'm gonna make this uncomfortable…" Frank warns, lining up and slamming inside him in one harsh thrust. Thank Christ he was prepped but it still punches a strained gasp from somewhere deep down inside Matt as his fingers claw the sheets. Frank draws his calloused fingertips down the centre of his spine, making him arch into the touch with a groan as he smacks him on the ass yet again.
"She's gonna come, and I'm gonna come… I ain't decided if you get to yet." Frank lays out before he starts to move.
It takes a few thrusts for Matt to rein in enough thought to drop his head between your thighs and get to work. Even when his brain was so quickly going fuzzy with the way Frank was going at him, he would always give you just what you needed. He gave and gave and gave, his low, desperate moans only adding to the pleasure he was building with his talented tongue.
You can't take your eyes off them both. Frank might have calmed slightly, his hands holding Matt still and steady by the hips and the belt as he watches his thickness disappear into him again and again.
"That's right you fuckin' brat, can deal it but you can't take it, can you?"
The only response from him is another broken moan into your cunt as you weave your fingers through Matt's soft hair, more to ground him than to guide him. Frank shoots you a look as he maintains the punishing pace of his hips.
"Don't you dare touch his cock, he ain't gettin' none of that today."
You can't help looking at it, hanging hard and heavy between his legs, dripping precum on the sheets underneath whenever Frank hits him just right. Frank grins watching your eyelids flutter as Matt sucks sweetly on your clit.
"You okay princess, he treatin' you right this time? Like you deserve?" he checks in as he's sliding a hand down over Matt's chest brushing over one of his nipples, grunting as it makes him shiver and groan.
"Uhuh, yeah, feels so good… s'fucking good!" you moan, tugging at Matt's hair a little and making him whine as he brings you closer to your edge.
"Can I come Frankie, please?"
He pushes down on Matt's back with his palm, shoving him closer against you and you gasp as you feel the pleasure begin to unfurl at your center.
"Come anytime you like sweetheart, let me hear you. Let this fucking asshole know he's doin' a good job…"
Matt tries his best to keep a steady rhythm with his tongue on you as his own pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. Your grip tightens in his hair and he groans so deep and long into your cunt, you're so close. Your hips thrust up hard against his face, the way you don't give a fuck about anything else but getting off is such a fucking turn on. He's dripping from his dick, wet, hard, and angry as Frank smacks his hand down again on his ass and he jolts forward with another hard thrust, grazing your clit with the edge of his teeth. He could almost hear the snap of tension and feel the release from deep inside you as you soak him, cumming all over his mouth and face, your frenzied moans and cries driving Frank to fuck him harder, faster, hitting him right where he needs it, forcing him right up to that sacred edge… god it feels so good…
But then, there's nothing but frustrating emptiness as Frank pulls out, fisting his cock and growling deep as Matt feels and smells the hot splatter of his cum landing on his ass and the small of his back.
"Asshole!" Matt spits in anger, reaching down between his legs but barely even brushing his own cock before his hand is smacked away by Frank's.
"What did I say?" He pants as he hauls Matt up roughly by the belt around his neck, his back pressing against his chest, his spend smearing over his skin as Frank reaches his arm around him, gripping the base of his cock hard.
"Think you need a lesson in asking for things nicely…" Frank purrs a warning into Matt's ear, and he hisses as he feels his teeth bite down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
You push yourself up as you come back down from your high, crawling closer to Matt so you can add your teasing to Frank's, drawing your nails down his chest as he heaves for breath. You catch his sensitive nipple with one nail, scratching over it and making him shudder and whine as Frank maintains his hold on him, refusing to give an inch.
"What do you say, Matthew?" You drawl at him, your fingertips trailing down his glistening abdominals and v-line and lifting off his skin just before you reach his cock.
"Sweetheart…"
He moans as you start playing with his balls, pulled up so tight and ready with the need to release their load. Frank unloops the belt and uses his huge hand instead, roughly encircling Matt's neck, forcing his head to tilt upward, and as he adds a tiny amount of pressure on either side he starts to plead and pray at the mercy of you both.
His cock jerks and throbs in Frank's hand as you very slowly circle the pad of your finger over the swollen tip, spreading the leaking precum all over it. Frank's gruff voice in his ear again has him practically vibrating. "When you want something this bad," he tells him in a mocking tone, "you gotta beg for it, ain't that right princess?"
Frank gives one slow stroke over Matt's aching cock and he curses again. He shakes his head but he wants it so badly, he's not even ashamed, he wants you both to ruin him, to turn him into your plaything and make him suffer. You're pinching and rubbing over his chest again, he feels you working your way down his body, his hips thrusting out as much as he is allowed as your warm breath ghosts over the wet tip of him.
You gaze up at Frank for permission and he nods, so you open your lips and take your poor tortured lover's cock into your mouth as Frank restrains him for you. Matt groans deeply, the velvet wetness of your mouth is so perfect, exactly what he needs. He's this close to exploding, if only Frank would let him fuck your mouth a little more…
You suck and lick the way you know drives him crazy, bobbing your head back and forth along his length and flicking the tip of your tongue over his slit, tasting him and feeling just how close he is. He whines pathetically when you pull off him with a wet pop, he's ready to beg.
"Please, fuck please, Frank, please!"
Frank grins and bites him hard. "Take it back then."
"W-what?" he whimpers, lost in this haze of need.
"What you made me say earlier. Take. It. Back."
He almost chokes on the words as they claw their way out of his throat. "Y-you're better at making her cum than - fuck - than I am!"
Frank gives you a smile as he fists Matt's cock at an unforgiving speed. "- and who fucks her better, huh Red?"
"Hnngh-"
His answer is lost in a groan as he cums, stripes of his release spurting over your breasts and dripping down Frank's fingers onto the sheets as he relentlessly pumps him for more. The blazing euphoric high of his orgasm stretches out, his cum acting as lube, easing against Frank's rough twisting strokes, but he doesn't stop and Matt gasps out hoarsely as the pleasure gradually rolls on into dull pain as he's driven into overstimulation.
"Fuck, oh god… stop, stop!" He begs and thrashes in his strong grip, but Frank's not stopping, he wants more, wants him to submit fully to him, wants him to know who he belongs to.
You swipe a finger through the cum that's cooling on your skin sucking it off as you raise up onto your knees, running your fingers through Matt's messy, sweat-damp hair and licking and soothing over his plump lips as he chokes and whimpers, tasting himself on you. You move your head towards Frank, Matt sandwiched helplessly between you as you kiss him tenderly too.
"Mm, sweet girl." He hums as you sit back waiting for Matt to fall apart again, speeding up the hand that's on his cock and increasing the pressure on the sides of his throat with the other just a tiny bit.
"Fuck fuck-" his eyes shine with tears as his second orgasm is wrung out of him like a punishment, crying and whining, it hurts and at the same time feels so good. He feels hollowed out but this kind of hurt is something he craves and needs sometimes. He's just never learned to ask.
When he's done Frank wipes his hand off on Matt's heaving chest as he lets him collapse on the bed. He'll take good care of him, lovingly clean him up in a while, he always does, but he's making his point. He's the one in charge and neither of you will forget it.
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Peña’s Anatomy: Chapter Eleven
pairing: doctor au!javier peña x resident!reader
chapter rating: E (mentions of cunnilingus, oral sex m!rec, mentions of anxiety disorder/depression/therapy, past violence, one mention of SA just to be safe, lots of fluff with a bit of outside angst woven in) ?? these warnings are all over the place i’m sorry just go with the flow 🙃
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“Well, good afternoon, doctor. You look well rested.” Javier bumped his shoulder against yours as he snuck up from behind you, giving you a smirk as you stood at the nurses station working on your charts. You gave him a playful eye roll and chuckle as he leaned against the counter beside you, eyes following your pen as you scribbled in your notes.
“Can I help you with anything, Dr. Peña?” You spoke through your smile, keeping your eyes down on the paper.
“I can think of a few things,” he spoke quietly, just for you to hear. “But I guess we can save that for later. When you sleep over tonight.”
“Oh, I’m sleeping over?” You set your pen down and finally looked at him, biting your lip at the way his brown eyes bore into yours, that charming smile on his face to assure you agreed to his plan. “Fine. Can’t say no to that face.”
“As if you even wanted to.” He nudged you again, eyes lowering to your lips for a moment. Looking around the halls before leaning in, he whispered in your ear. “Don’t you want me to continue what I started this morning?”
“Mm, gonna need a reminder.” You feigned cluelessness and tapped the pen against your chin, Javier shaking his head at you.
“You’re being a tease today,” he scolded playfully, swiping over his bottom lip with his tongue. “You don’t remember my face between your legs? You don’t remember the way I made you shake? The way I worked you up only to make you beg me to let you cum.”
“Javi,” you scolded in a fluster, looking around to see if there was anyone listening in on the filth leaving his lips.
“What? You’re the one who needed a reminder.” He leaned over, his hand on your upper back as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, leaving his lips by the shell of your ear to whisper again. “I can’t wait to taste you again, bebita.”
“Doctors,” the Chief walked up behind the two of you, Javier pulling away casually while you jumped into action, resuming your work on the charts.
“Chief,” Javier replied with a smirk, seemingly amused by your fluster.
“Relax, doctor. No one’s breaking any rules anymore.” You turned around and gave him a polite smile and nod, still a bit nervous about his opinion of you after all this. “Hey Javi, are we still on tonight for poker?”
“Oh, right.” He glanced over at you, receiving only a shrug and an encouraging smile—you weren’t about to ask him to cancel on the Chief of Surgery just to eat you out. “Uh, I don’t know, I’m pretty tired already.”
“Oh, come on! Since when do you skip out on poker night?” You watched him rub his chin nervously, his eyes flickering to yours as though to ask your permission.
“Go have fun, Jav.” You chimed in, earning a chuckle from the Chief.
“Didn’t know you needed permission, Javi.” You turned back to your charts, not wanting the Chief to see your irritated reaction to his mildly misogynistic statement.
“It’s not about permission, it’s about communication.” He snapped for you, a smile growing on your face as you continued to write. “And you know what? I’m going to pass on tonight.”
“Suit yourself.” You didn’t need to see it to know that the Chief’s eyes were on the back of your head as he left the two of you alone, a sigh of relief leaving your lips once it was just the two of you again.
“Sorry about that,” Javier nudged you, a shrug and half-frown on your face as you turned to him.
“It’s whatever.”
“No, it’s not whatever. He was being a dick.”
“Fine, he was being a dick.” You agreed with a soft chuckle, still worried that the Chief would somehow overhear your insult.
“You’ve got an authority thing, don’t you?” He asked with an amused smirk, taking a granola bar out of his white coat and peeling the wrapper open before taking a bite. You rolled your eyes and stole it from him, Javier’s cheek dimpling at the playful act.
“As in I care about my job? Sure.”
“As in you’d cry if he scolded you.” He retorted with that same smile, stealing his granola bar back.
“Isn’t that the normal response?” He shook his head, chuckling a bit. “Well, we can’t all be cool and nonchalant like you, Dr. Peña.”
“That’s true, I have reached an unobtainable level of swagger.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed the remaining bit of the bar, popping it in your mouth before sassily closing the chart in front of you. With a flip of your hair, you started off towards the labs, Javier following you like a puppy.
“Don’t you have a surgery to get to?” You asked as you felt his unmistakable warmth looming over your shoulder.
“Not for an hour. Thought I’d shadow you for the day, make sure you’re doing okay on Steve’s service.” He nudged your side with his elbow, your eyes turning to his to take in his smirk. “Oh, just say you miss being on my service. I can make the switch happen.”
“Admit you miss me being on your service,” you challenged with an eyebrow raise as you reached the elevator, the two of you the only ones on it.
Javier pushed you backwards by your hips until your back hit the wall, smiling down as he leaned in to ghost his lips over yours.
“You know I miss you. Mickey is hardly a replacement for your company, cariño. She’s too hormonal. And I think she still hates me a little.” You giggled, your eyes studying him from up close before you leaned in to peck his lips. “That was hardly even a kiss. Gimme a real one.”
“Mm, maybe if you bring me a coffee.” You bargained, Javier taking what he wanted anyways. His lips pressed against yours in a sinfully slow drag, his hips pressing into you as you were sandwiched against the wall. You hummed at his dominance, hands sliding up the cotton of his coat, feeling the firm muscle of his chest beneath it.
“Want anything else from the cafe, mi amor?” He asked as he pulled away, the two of you wiping your lips as the elevator rang signaling your arrival.
“I wouldn’t say no to a muffin,” you shrugged and stepped out, Javier remaining inside to go down to the cafe.
“Alright, I’ll see you in a minute, beautiful.”
It had been three very happy months since your reconciliation with Javier, your ankle almost completely healed, your grieving heart slowly doing the same, your mind happy to be back at work doing what you loved.
After notifying the Chief of your relationship with your boss last month, he assigned you to Dr. Steve Murphy’s specialty, Ortho—which, you didn’t necessarily mind. Ortho was a hot spot for gnarly surgeries, and the more surgeries, the more likely you were to get to scrub in. And besides, Steve and his wife, Connie, had become good friends outside of work, so it was an easy time all around.
Still, you did miss the thrill of scrubbing in on a Neuro case—watching Javier work away with perfect precision. But for now, it was best to keep things a bit separated, and to test out different specialities that you never had the chance to work on before.
Your relationship with Javier couldn’t have been better. There were a few new boundaries the two of you set in place to ensure the other felt more secure in the relationship, of course. For example, Javier really valued being able to take you out on dates, bring you around his friends, and made you promise to be more open with him than perhaps you had been before. You didn’t mind any of this now, after all you’d gone through, it felt like an easier thing to do. Your trust for him had skyrocketed in the wake of all the tragedy, and you felt more at ease communicating your feelings than before.
Mickey was now very publicly pregnant, hobbling around the hospital with her growing bump and very temperamental mood swings. Her and Dr. Mann were giving it a go, the sight of them together being a difficult one to get used to considering that you could only see him as a dick—but she seemed happy.
It seemed that everywhere you looked, there was blossoming bits of happiness around you.
Even your relationship with Javier’s father, Chucho, had blossomed compared to the awkward first meeting. Just a few weeks ago, the two of you, accompanied by McCartney, went down to Laredo to celebrate Chucho’s sixtieth birthday.
“Pops,” Javier greeted his father as the two of you walked up to his doorstep, McCartney in tow. Chucho hugged his son tightly before turning to you, giving you a polite side hug.
“Happy birthday, Chucho.” You smiled at him, watching as a look of pleasant surprise washed over him at the shift in personality from when he first met you.
You didn’t blame him. When you first met him you were a completely different woman—closed off, anxious, full of reservations about your then-secret relationship. But now, you carried an openness to you that could surely only be attributed to Javier’s presence in your life.
“It’s nice to see you both after so long.” He walked the two of you inside, Javier taking the leash off McCartney while you followed his father into the dining room, sitting down in front of him. “I see you’re walking on your own now, mija. Is your ankle almost healed? The cast coming off soon?”
“Yeah, I just started being able to walk on it without my crutches. In a couple weeks, the cast will be off and I’ll just have a chunky boot to lug around the hospital all day, but it’s better than walking around with my walker like I have been—really makes me look less like a surgeon and more like a geriatric patient playing dress-up. And Javier has shown very little sympathy for me by giving me all his scut.” He chuckled and lifted his eyes to greet Javier as he came to sit down beside you.
“I’m giving you my scut because I don’t want you working yourself too hard, bebita. I’ve already had to stop her from taking McCartney on walks. She’s relentless.” Javier playfully scolded, shooting you a smirk as he spoke. “So, how’s it feel to be the big 6-0, pops?”
“Feels like my back hurts.” He joked and you let out a chuckle, seeing now where Javier got his sense of humor from. “I, uh, I do have some news to share.”
“Oh?” Javier furrowed his brows, both of you becoming increasingly interested by his bashful demeanor.
“I started…dating.” Javier raised an eyebrow and turned to glance at you for a moment with an unreadable expression before turning back to his father. “She goes to bingo, that’s how we met.”
Javier fell silent, your eyes now able to decipher that he wasn’t exactly thrilled about his father’s budding romance. You knew that for Javi, his mother was a saint. She was the closest thing to perfection he’d ever witnessed—something he confided to you about in the earliest stage of your relationship. No one could replace her, and although Chucho wasn’t trying to do that, you knew that Javier wouldn’t see it that way.
“That’s really sweet, Chucho. Tell me about her. What’s she like?” You rested your hand on Javier’s knee and rubbed it, Javier’s hand leaving the table to rest on top of it.
“Well, I think Javi knows her, actually.” His hand on yours squeezed a bit. “She taught at the high school. Math, I think.”
“Mrs. Montoya?” He asked in disbelief, scoffing to himself and shaking his head. “She almost failed me.”
“Mijo, her almost failing you doesn’t make her an evil woman.” Chucho almost laughed at his sons pout.
“I’m gonna go fix that broken gate.” Javier stood up and excused himself, patting his leg and whistling for McCartney to join him as he walked out through the back door.
You turned to his father, his face now riddled with disappointment. Giving him a slight frown, you shrugged.
“Javi’s just gonna need time, Chucho.” You watched as he nodded, his eyes still pointed down at the table. “I’m happy for you, really, I am. I think everybody deserves to find somebody, but Javi—he worships his mom. He just needs some time to realize that you’re not trying to replace her.”
“I invited her over for the barbecue tonight. You think he’s gonna make a scene?” Chucho finally met your stare, looking sad but hopeful.
“No.”
Truthfully you didn’t know if he would handle it well or not, but as long as you were around to scold him into place he certainly wouldn’t make a scene.
“Let me go talk to him. We’ll set up the tables and stuff, you just rest until the party.” You stood up, but so did he.
“I’ve got some groceries to pick up in town, I’ll just run and go do that.” He adjusted his belt buckle and fixed his hat. “And mija?”
You turned around before opening the back door.
“I’m glad he has you. I know I was worried when I first met you, but…the two of you really bring out the best in each other.” You smiled at his approval, giving him a nod before walking outside.
Autumn was supposed to be here, it was mid-September, back home it would already be freezing, but here in Texas it was still pushing 90 degrees everyday. The sun shone down on you as you wandered through the gravelly backyard and over to the green grass where Javier stood about a football field away.
McCartney was the first to spot you, running up to you with a couple happy barks, Javier’s eyes lifting from the hole he was digging. You gave him a sympathetic smile as you approached him, watching him wipe away the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead with the back of his hand.
“He’s dating,” Javier grumbled as you slipped your arms around his waist, hugging his sweaty body to yours. “My dad is dating.”
“It’s not a bad thing, baby,” you reminded. “Can you imagine how lonely he must be?”
“Yeah, but,” he sighed, looking down at you and pecking your lips quickly before speaking again. “But with my teacher? A teacher that hated my guts?”
“I’m sure he wasn’t thinking about your student-teacher relationship that ended twenty years ago when he asked her out, Jav.” He chuckled—something light, just enough to let you know he was listening. “She’s…coming tonight. To the barbecue.”
“Great.”
“Jav, be nice, okay? For me?” You asked with a bat of your eyelashes, Javier rolling his eyes and chuckling more genuinely.
“You’re supposed to support my asshole tendencies, bebita.” You giggled and shook your head, leaning up to press your lips against his in a sweet peck. “If he’s happy, I’ll try to be happy for him. But the minute she brings up old shit, I’m going full asshole.”
“Fine,” you chuckled again before stepping back, gesturing at the hole. “How can I help?”
“You can help by leaving me here to angrily dig this hole,” he reached to pinch your chin and you allowed it, giving him a smile. “Love you, Crutches.”
“Love you, Peña.”
That evening didn’t go as well as you or Chucho hoped. It turned out that Javier wasn’t making up the tension between him and Mrs. Montoya in his head—she seemed to hate him as much as he hated her.
So, in true Javier fashion, he gave her that ice cold Peña glare and had a comeback prepared for every single one of her quips. You didn’t really blame him for his attitude, you probably would’ve reacted the same if the only other woman you’d ever seen your father with was so clearly not a fan of you.
But while she and Javier didn’t get along in the slightest, her and Chucho couldn’t have been more giddy and loved up. In fact, Javier was the only person you witnessed her being snarky to at the party—even you got the friendly treatment.
Javier hadn’t been back to his father’s house since that night—the pair hadn’t even spoken, in fact—but you’d kept contact with Chucho for him, calling him up a couple times a week just to give him updates on his son.
“Alright, here’s your coffee and muffin, Crutches.” Javier found you waiting outside the lab, sitting down beside you and starting on his own snack.
“Hey, have you given any thought to us going down to Laredo? Maybe try patching things up with your dad and—“
“This is a good muffin,” he purposely interrupted you, earning an irritated glare. With a sigh, he rolled his eyes. “There’s nothing to patch up.”
“Oh, really? That’s why you’ve been avoiding his calls for two weeks?” You challenged with a raised eyebrow, your smirk growing as he avoided looking you in the eyes, shrugging at your questions. “C’mon, Jav. He misses you. Don’t make him have to choose between his son and his girlfriend, because you know he’s going to choose you.”
“I’m not making him choose shit.” He mumbled before taking a sip of his coffee. “That’s the whole point of me not speaking to him. He wants to have his own life? Good, more power to him. Doesn’t mean I have to sit there and pretend to support it.”
“Javier, I am asking you to please go see your father. Please.” You urged, watching as he sighed in defeat, reaching a hand over to squeeze your knee.
“That’s not fair,” he lovingly scolded while you smirked at your victory. “You know I can’t say no to you.”
“I know.” You grinned at him and he begrudgingly nodded.
“Fine, tomorrow we can drive down and have dinner, but if she starts something, we’re leaving.” You nodded in agreement to his terms. “Now, are you gonna eat that? Because if not—“
You handed half of the muffin over to him, earning a smile from the doctor.
“That’s why I keep you around, bebita.” He reached over and pulled you closer by your chin, pecking your lips before standing up. “Alright, gotta go get prepped for my surgery. I’ll see you in the lobby at six?”
“Have a good surgery, my love.” He shot you a wink over his shoulder as he walked down the hall, your eyes following him until he disappeared, a proud smirk on your face knowing that he was yours and now everybody knew it.
•••
Javier looked tired as he walked up to Lucky in the lobby of the surgical wing, his palm running over his face to try and wipe away his exhaustion. Lucky was sat in one of the waiting room chairs, a pile of papers in her lap, her brows furrowing as she focused on it.
“Hey,” he leaned down to kiss her forehead before plopping down into the seat beside her, plucking the paper from her hand. “Ortho procedures? You thinking of switching specialties?”
“Considering,” she shrugged and took the research paper back, adding it to the pile before snapping a couple rubber-bands around it to keep it together.
“What? Neuro no longer interesting?” He teased, standing up with her and throwing his arm across her shoulder as they walked out into the parking lot, the sun nearly set thanks to the changing seasons.
“Neuro will always be interesting, but it’s also not very practical for me to pursue now,” he looked down at her with a furrowed brow and frown, a soft chuckle slipping from her lips. “Everyone will just think I fucked my way to the top, Jav. Besides, Ortho is really interesting to me. So it’s the best of both worlds.”
“Still,” he sighed, reaching for the handle of the passenger door to his truck and helping you in. He waited until he was sat on the other side, turning the ignition and hearing the truck roar to life before speaking again. “Feel like it’s my fault that you don’t get to pursue what you’ve always wanted.”
“It’s not,” she shook her head and slid over to him, pinching his chin. “Besides, I still came out with something I always wanted.”
“What?”
“You.” He found himself blushing, looking away from her with a bashful smirk and chuckle. “Come on, let’s go home. I’m exhausted.”
“Me too,” he pressed his lips against her temple before backing out of the parking lot, her head leaning against his shoulder as they drove to her place first, Lucky running inside to pick up some clothes before quickly leaving—she didn’t like to be there for long anymore.
When she climbed back into the truck, he was resting his head on the steering wheel, almost asleep.
“Ugh, my ankle is aching,” she lamented, rubbing at the skin of her shin as though it would help ease the pain.
“I’ll check it out when we get back,” he spoke through a yawn, shaking his head and batting his eyes a few times as he pulled out of her apartment complex and headed over to the other side of town to his place—to their place. “Oh, forgot to tell you. My cousin is getting married next month. You wanna come with me? Given that me and my dad don’t tear each other’s heads off tomorrow?”
“Why wouldn’t I want to go with you?” You chuckled, Javier shrugging as he glanced over at you.
“Just didn’t want to assume and put you in an uncomfortable spot,” he watched as a smile grew on your face, his hand reaching over out of instinct to pinch your chin. “It’s gonna be packed. My family is…a lot.”
“That’s okay, I’m doing better now that I’m on those anti-anxiety meds Dr. Hadari put me on.” He nodded, giving her a look of pride. “Not gonna have another freakout around your family.”
It had been a hard battle getting her to agree to seek help for her panic attacks, but eventually, she conceded on the condition that he’d return to therapy too.
Javier hadn’t told her much about it when they first got together, but he’d been depressed for a long-time after his mother passed away. It was easy to hide for most of his life, everyone assuming his womanizing ways and appreciation for alcohol was just a personality trait, but it wasn’t until the Chief ordered him to go to therapy a year or so back after he’d got drunk and caused a scene at a convention that he learned it was all just a coping mechanism.
He made it six months before quitting his sessions, having gotten bored with the healing process, and then three or so months later he met Lucky and his past slowly came back to haunt him. For a while he avoided the conversation—still not allowing himself to believe what they had would last—but now, three months into the relationship, it was clear as day that she wasn’t going anywhere and neither was he.
So, he found himself attending weekly sessions again. It was helping rid him of the itch in his palms any time he was near a liquor bottle, no longer requiring the medicinal taste and burn in his throat to wash down his feelings. Now, instead of burying it all deep down until it boiled over and burned Lucky, he was able to openly communicate his feelings and fears. And thanks to Lucky’s own therapy sessions, she was able to open up as well.
“Baby,” he spoke with a puppy dog look, Lucky batting her sleepy eyelids at him and chuckling. “Could we just maybe go to bed? I’m…exhausted.”
“Oh thank god,” he chuckled at the relief in her voice, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. “I’m so sleepy. I was just gonna power through and give you the worst, most lazy sex of your life, so this saves me the embarrassment.”
“I still think the worst sex with you is still better than sex with anyone else, bebita.” He put the truck into park in his driveway, both of them eying the front door longingly knowing that beyond it lied his plush mattress. “Hold on, stay here. I’m gonna go grab your crutches, your ankle is probably just irritated from being on you feet all day.”
Javier grabbed his leather messenger bag from the backseat of the truck and climbed out, jogging up the walkway to unlock the front door. A second later he returned carrying her crutches, walking around to the passenger side and opening the door for her, helping her onto her feet. They walked together at her injured pace, Javier shutting the door and locking it behind them once they’d crossed the threshold.
“Hey baby,” Lucky cooed to a very sleepy McCartney as he walked up to them with a tail wag and a whine. “Probably needs to go pee. I’ll go let him out back.”
“No, I’ll do it. Go lay down and take your boot off, I wanna check it out and make sure it’s okay before we go to bed.” He pressed his lips to her temple before walking through the living room to the sliding glass door, whistling for the golden retriever.
•••
You did as you were told, not even bothering to take a shower due to the ache in your ankle and the dry, tiredness in your eyes. You stripped out of your clothes, balling the them up and tossing them into the hamper before grabbing one of Javier’s old t-shirts and a pair of cotton boyshorts—tonight was not about looking sexy.
Javier stumbled in with a big yawn, patting his leg for McCartney to come in before he shut the door behind him. Offering a sleepy smile, he walked over to the foot of the bed where your ankle laid, sitting down beside it. He checked it out, squeezing the now swollen and heated muscle, gently massaging it with his fingers to get a feel for the recovering injury, his sleep taking the backseat for a moment.
“It feels fine, I just think you need to take it easy. I’ll go get you an ice pack and some pillows from the other room. Don’t get up.” He ordered, his voice a level deeper and raspier from his exhaustion, but here he was, still taking care of you.
When he came back, you were half-asleep, your body still over the comforter and in an awkward position. You breathed in sharply at the sound of the door closing, bolting awake again in time to see Javier smirking at you.
“Was gonna wake you up with the ice pack. Thought it would be funny.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled at him, adjusting yourself so that you were beneath the blanket. Javier stuffed a couple pillows under your ankle and laid the cloth-covered ice pack over it, leaning down to peck your shin before throwing the blanket over your feet. You hummed at him when he walked up to where your head laid on the pillows, your sleepy eyes batting closed as he placed a sweet kiss to your lips—once, twice, and then once again before moving away. “Gonna take a shower, I smell like surgery.”
“Hurry up, the bed is too cold without you in it,” you ordered, earning a wink.
“Macca, up on the bed.” Your dog did as commanded, hopping up and cuddling into your side. “There, use him as a placeholder until I’m out.”
“He’s not nearly as cute,” you grumbled, scratching the dog’s head. “And he smells like Fritos.”
“So do you, now get some sleep, bebita. You’re gonna be cranky in the morning if you don’t.” You rolled your eyes but gave him a sleepy grin, eyes hardly able to stay open as you watched him walk into the en-suite and strip down before stepping into the shower. You wanted to will yourself awake and un-injured just to join him in there, the water running over his skin making your hands a bit jealous, but soon sleep took over against your will. Tonight, your dreams would have to do.
•••
Javier hadn’t been in the shower for long, ten or so minutes perhaps, but when he walked back into the bedroom Lucky was fast asleep, McCartney tucked into her side. He smiled at the sight as he tugged on a pair of boxers, using the towel to dry off his hair as best as he could so that he didn’t wake up with a cold, but he couldn’t be bothered to wait long. Tucking himself in on the other side of the bed, he woke the sleeping pup up to shoo him to the foot of the bed, taking his spot and wrapping his arms around his sleeping girlfriend.
“Goodnight, bebita. I love you,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead and reached to turn off her beside lamp, his eyes closing shut the minute his head hit the pillow.
It was still dark out, the clock reading 5:26 when Javier looked over at it. Neither of them had to be at the hospital today, Lucky coming off an impressive 48-hour shift and Javier having no surgeries booked for the next two days. There was no logical reason for either of them to be awake, and yet, here Lucky was, laying on her stomach between his thighs, waking him up with her lips pressed against the head of his cock.
“Mm, bebita,” he spoke through a sleep-thick voice, giving her a smile as he batted his eyes open. “What are you up to down there?”
“Oh, you know, just hanging out.” He chuckled at her, raking her hair back. “I wanna taste you, baby. Can I?”
“Mm-hm,” he nodded, his fingers stroking her jaw as she opened her mouth up, flattening her tongue across the underside of his cock. Javier’s eyes closed at the sudden influx of pleasure, sleep mixing in with it making him feel drunk. When she wrapped her lips around his thick head, he let out a soft sigh of relief, smiling down at her. “Glad you woke me up. Feels so good.”
“How do you want it?” She asked, punctuating her question with a few swirls of her tongue around his head.
“Mm, tease me for a little,” he replied huskily, his eyes closing to relish in the feeling of her kitten licks and plush kisses to his shaft, her hand stroking him at the base. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful in the morning.”
She smiled against him before taking him in deep, kissing her fist as it gripped his base. Javier’s jaw went slack, reaching to keep her there in the back of her throat but she pulled off and tapped his tip against her tongue instead. His head fell back against the pillow and a deep chuckle escaped him at her teasing, knowing that he was the one who requested it in the first place.
“Mala,” he playfully scolded with a smile, Lucky pursing her lips against the tip of his cock and stroking him against it, her eyes locked on his. “You feel how hard you get me baby?”
“You were this hard when you were asleep. Better be dreaming of me,” she raised an eyebrow at him before sucking just his head into her mouth, his brows furrowing at the feeling.
“Always dreaming of you,” he assured, his smile now gone and in it’s place a needy look, his lip bitten as he silently urged her to continue.
“You wanna fuck my throat, baby? Or do you want more teasing?” He shook his head at the latter question, stroking the hollow of her cheek as she took him in deeper, pulling a deep and husky moan from his chest.
“Just like that,” he praised as she took him in deep, his hand holding the back of her head as his hips started to rut up into her, a filthy gagging sound filling the room as she took him skillfully. “You’re so good, baby girl. Feel so fucking good like this…shit.”
His pleasure darkened eyes locked with hers and he felt himself pulse with desire. All she ever had to do was look at him for him to want to give her everything he had, her eyes becoming his home in the most comfy and secure sense of the word. When they looked at each other—no matter the occasion—it was as though they entered a world completely of their own making. There were no lies, no ruses, no clever masking of their souls, only truth and adoration. A mutual understanding that went deeper than his scientific and logic-leaning brain ever thought was possible.
“Gonna cum, baby,” he warned through a whimper, his free hand fisting the sheets by his hip, the other bunching her hair up in his fist to keep it out of her face. He didn’t want any obstructions to this view. “Fuck, gonna cum. Shit. Fuck!”
A few more mumbled curses and he was spilling deep into her mouth, Lucky eagerly swallowing all he had to give and licking up what slipped out.
She told him once that she’d hated swallowing before meeting him, but that for some inexplicable reason, actually craved it with Javier. He found it hard to believe that he was anything special, but he could see the truth in her eyes. She did enjoy it, and he could see just how much right in this moment, her tongue licking and licking, swallowing all of his spend that she could find and ohmyfuckinggod humming at the taste.
“So good,” she wiped the corners of her mouth with a grin, crawling up the bed to give him a kiss, Javier holding her tightly to his lips to get a taste for himself. “Mm, thank you.”
“You’re so fucking sexy, bebita.” Javier flipped her onto her back but she shook her head when he started to kiss downwards.
“Started my period,” she pushed his hair back as he stopped and chose to lay on her belly instead. “And I know you don’t mind, but I don’t really feel very sexy right now.”
“You look sexy right now,” he assured with a smile. “Fine. If I can’t make you feel good via orgasm, can I do anything else?”
“You could grab my heating pad from the bathroom and some ibuprofen.” She gave him her best puppy dog eyes and he chuckled, kissing her belly before climbing off. “And—“
“Some chocolate from the fridge. Already on it, bebita.” He smiled the entire way to the kitchen, grabbing the dark chocolate and filling up two glasses of water while he was at it before returning, setting them down on her beside table before walking into the bathroom to gather the other requested items.
“If it wasn’t for the snoring and farting in your sleep, I’d think you were God, Javier Peña.” He couldn’t help the laugh that sounded out in the bedroom when he plugged in her heating pad and laid it across her stomach, her fingers already coated in melted chocolate.
“I assure you, I’m not the only one who snores or farts, cariño.” She gasped at that, an embarrassed look on her face as he walked over to his side with his water, climbing back into bed and tugging the blankets up to his stomach.
“Are they at least cute farts?”
“Sometimes.” He chuckled, tilting his head in thought. “And sometimes they’re just plain impressive.”
“Oh god,” she covered her face with her hands, now licked clean.
“Your ankle feeling better, Farty McFly?” She grabbed the pillow that was propping up her ankle and hit him with it, the two of them giggling together as he took it and swung it back at her much softer than the one she graced him with.
“Farty McFly?!”
“You literally started everything today. I haven’t initiated a single thing,” he defended with a smile, earning a prod to his side. “See! I’m the victim!”
“I’m bleeding out of my vagina, be nice,” she gave him a cute frown and he cooed at her playfully, scooting closer and cuddling her close to his side, petting her hair dramatically.
“Pobrecita,” she reached down and pinched the muscle of his thigh, making him shout an “aye!”. “Fine…diablecita. That’s more accurate anyways.”
“Whatever you say, Gaseous Clay.” Javier turned to look at her with impressed amusement, a rumble of laughter shaking her as he held her close.
“That was good,” he praised through a chuckle, kissing her temple.
“What time do you wanna head out to your dad’s?” He grumbled at the question, burying his head in her shoulder. “You promised.”
“I know, and we’ll go, but I’m still allowed to be a bitch about it.” She chuckled and stroked through his bed head, his hair extra curly after sleeping on it still damp. “I don’t know. We’ll leave here around four. Don’t wanna spend the whole fucking day there.”
“What do you wanna spend the whole fucking day doing? Now that sex is off the table?” He lifted his head to frown at that, her finger tracing his dark mustache. “For today. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel horny enough to let you fuck me on my period.”
Javier lifted his eyes to the ceiling and let go of her to make praying hands.
“God, if you’re listening…I’ve saved a lot of lives over the years, not to brag or anything—“
“Shut up,” she chuckled. “Seriously, what do you wanna do?”
“I don’t know. Go to the thrift store. Go get some menudo from that little food truck next to it. Oh! I need to go get the truck’s tires changed, too.” She nodded in agreement to his list of errands. “Anything you wanna do?”
“Get pedicures.” She poked his stomach and gave him another puppy dog look, seemingly not realizing that Javier had become more than into her idea of self-care. Though he was fine admitting to liking her thrift store trips, he wouldn’t quite admit that he also enjoyed their monthly trip to the nail salon to get pedicures. In fact, he made every effort to grumble about it the entire time just so she wouldn’t catch on, meanwhile secretly loving the pampering treatment.
“Ugh, fine. I guess we can squeeze that in.”
•••
Thrifting had gone successfully, the two of you picking up a couple books and hitting the jackpot on Levi jeans. Next up was getting some menudo from the food truck, the soup fresh and earning satisfied moans from the two of you with every spoonful. You ate together in his truck, too invested in the taste to make much conversation with each other but neither of you minded. After that, Javier dropped his truck off at the shop, Steve and Connie picking the two of you up to take you to the nail salon.
“Can’t believe I let Connie talk me into this,” Steve grumbled, jerking his feet away with every brush of the pumice stone against his heel. Javier pretended to hate being there as well, letting out an unconvincing scoff and nodding.
“Psh, yeah. Totally hate coming here.”
You smiled to yourself as you watched him relax into the chair’s massage feature, knowing from the very first trip just how much he adored coming along for your pampering treatments.
“How’s it going on Ortho?” Connie asked, interrupting your amused watching. “Is Steve being hard on you?”
Connie had been a scrub nurse for ten years now, her and Steve meeting in the OR. She informed you that she was working at the hospital up until last year, taking a step back from her career so that she could focus on their daughter Olivia, the two adopting her after her parents were killed in a MVC. It was nice to not only have a pair of friends that understood the demands of your career, but had such a similar love story as yours as well. There were no judgements with the Murphy’s, the four of you all getting along like lifelong friends.
“Steve is way easier to work with than Javier,” you chuckled, Javier scoffing at your words as he eavesdropped. “I’m genuinely enjoying Ortho. I never realized it would be so much fun screwing bones back together.”
“She’s just in denial,” Javier insisted, making the two of you smile. “She’ll come running back to Neuro when she gets bored.”
“Is it supposed to tickle this bad?” Steve asked, gripping the arms of his chair so hard his knuckles were white.
“Javi’s under the impression that I’m desperately missing his service, but I’m not. Maybe Dr. Hanson, but not Dr. Peña.” You teased, Javier biting his lip as he reached over to poke your side. “What about you? Is Olivia adjusting okay?”
“Yeah, she just got colic, so she was a handful for a while there, but it’s gotten easier.” She looked exhausted—they both did—and it was all the reminder you needed to remember to pick your birth control up from the pharmacy next week. “You two seem good. When do you think things are gonna…progress?”
“Shh,” you shushed her softly, not wanting Javier to overhear and get the wrong idea. You were more than happy with how things were currently, there was truly no desire to rush him into a proposal or, god forbid, children. If eventually down the road the two of you felt compelled to do it, marriage would be fine. But kids? That you weren’t so keen on. “We’re happier than ever, I don’t see any point in signing a legal document or pushing any babies out.”
“Did I just hear you say you want to push a baby out?” Javier asked, his eyes wide with terror. You chuckled and reached over, pinching his chin.
“You and I both know we’d never look at my vagina the same if that happened. No. No babies being pushed out of me.” He chuckled and nodded, kissing your knuckles.
“You two are perfect for each other and I don’t necessarily mean that as a compliment,” Steve added, you and Javier laughing and giving each other a wink.
After dropping you both back off at the shop, it was time for you both to head home and pick up McCartney for your trip down to Laredo.
Javier was tense the entire time, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other gripping your thigh just as tightly. You chuckled at the hold he had on your jean-clad leg, peeling his fingers off dramatically to earn his attention.
“Shit, sorry bebita,” he rubbed his hand over your thigh in a show of gentleness, your lip poking out as you reached over to scratch the curls at the nape of his neck.
“You okay?” You asked, Javier clenching his jaw and shaking his head. “Let’s talk about it, then. Get it all out so that when you get there you’re less inclined to scream at your father.”
“It’s not him that I’m mad at,” he sighed lifting his hand from your leg to run it over his face. “So…Mrs. Montoya might have a reason for hating me.”
“Yeah?” You asked, your interest piqued.
“So…when I was in high school, I was…relatively tame. But—senior year rolled around, and my mom had just gotten sick, and I guess I had a bit of a wild streak for a while.” He sucked in a deep breath, turning to glance at you before continuing. “During Homecoming, her quarterback of a son came up to me, and I had agreed to take his ex to the dance since we’d been friends for a while—anyways, he wasn’t happy that she was there with me. And so, he told me to meet him out in the parking lot to settle it.”
You kept your eyes fixed on him, the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands flexed against the leather of the steering wheel.
“So, I met him outside. I was just gonna talk shit, I guess. I wasn’t into his ex like that. Wasn’t gonna go out there and fight for her or anything, she was just a friend. But,” Javier chuckled and ticked his jaw. “Then he started talking shit about my mom. My mom was a pretty lady, I was used to hearing my friends talk about her and shit. But this dude wasn’t my friend, and everyone fucking knew she was dying. Still, he kept on fucking going and going, I don’t even wanna repeat the shit he was saying about her. So…I just lost it. Next thing I knew, the chaperones were tugging me off him—the kid was bloody, I knocked out a few teeth, broke his nose, gave him a concussion. That’s why she tried to fail me. That’s why she’s only being a bitch to me.”
You frowned, rubbing his tense shoulders, wishing you could go back in time and comfort a very vulnerable and young Javier.
“And part of me wants to not blame her for her sons bullshit, but a bigger part of me, the part that still lives and breathes for my mom, feels like it’s disrespectful for me to accept someone who not only raised a kid so fucking vile, but also never once made him apologize for the shit he said.” He glanced over at you with teary eyes. “And my dad’s fucking in love with her. Can you imagine? The dickhead who told me he wanted to fuck my mother’s dead corpse might become my step-brother? And I’m supposed to be fine?”
“Oh, Javi,” you cooed, your eyes welling with tears of sympathy.
“I want my dad to be happy, I do. And I know she did nothing wrong, but god, she’s the one who raised him. I look at her and I see him, fucking grinning as he detailed the shit he wanted to do to my fucking mom—“ Javier cut himself off by allowing himself to cry, your heart twisting inside of your chest. He pulled over onto the side of the highway, covering his face as he cried into his hands. You pulled him in for a hug, holding him as he shook from his tears.
“We don’t have to go,” you suddenly felt more of an obligation to protect this typically very strong and collected man beside you than to make sure he accepted his father’s new relationship. “We can turn around and go home.”
“No,” he shook his head and pulled back, wiping his eyes. “No, I wanna talk to my dad. Tell him my side of the story. Tell him that I’m happy for him but that…that I’ll need time to be okay with this.”
“Yeah?” You asked, making sure that he was indeed okay with proceeding with tonight’s dinner. The last thing you’d want is to push him into something he wasn’t ready for.
“Yeah, baby.” He nodded, reaching for your chin and pulling you in for a peck. “Thank you for letting me get all of this out. I’d much rather cry in front of you than in front of my dad.”
“You don’t need to thank me. You know how many times you’ve helped me through my shit? I wanna be here to help you through yours as well.” He smiled and nodded, pecking your lips once more before taking a deep breath and merging back onto the lonesome highway. “If you ever need a quick out, I can pull my tampon out and just start bleeding everywhere.”
“Well, let’s maybe keep that as a backup plan.” He chuckled and intertwined his hand with yours. “I love you, baby. So much.”
“And I love you. Even more.”
•••
You sat outside with Mrs. Montoya, the two of you sharing a cup of tea on the front porch while Javier and his father spoke in private.
You were proud of him for remaining civil, now knowing exactly how deep his feelings of resentment went in regards to his fathers new love interest. He didn’t say anything unkind, didn’t give her that signature eye roll and jaw tick when she greeted him with a sour tone—he simply nodded at her politely and asked his father if they could speak privately, to which Chucho agreed.
“Chuchie tells me you’re not from Texas,” you smiled a bit at her nickname for Javier’s father, their bond undeniable even if you had good enough reason not to root for them anymore. “How are you liking it here so far?”
“Well, the weather I could live without, but I met the love of my life here, so I guess it’s alright.”
“The love of your life? You don’t know him very well.” She chuckled darkly, shaking her head as she looked off into the distance. You felt a mounting feeling inside, the need to protect Javier’s integrity making you fill with a rage you had yet to ever feel.
“I know him better than you do.” You spat, her eyes turning to look at you in disbelief, as though she was confirming what her ears couldn’t possibly be hearing. “He told me about the night at homecoming. And I know that you were just protecting the person you love most in this world, but so was he. The things your son said—“
“You were there to hear them, mija?” She asked sarcastically, giving you a taste of the tone she used on your boyfriend. “My son did nothing wrong.”
“Well, you chose to pursue the wrong man, then—if you harbor this much hatred for his son.” She scoffed at that.
“Chucho is a good man, I won’t let what Javier did stop me from loving him.” You shook your head, standing up, McCartney following you as you walked down the porch steps. “I saw my son beaten to a pulp by that boy in there, and you expect me to like him?”
“I expect you to be an adult!” You turned around and shouted back. “Javier was a scared child who was losing his mother, and whether you believe it or not, I know that Javier is an honest man! He wouldn’t lie about…about the things that your son was saying. He loved his mother so much and your son deserved what he got. You’re an adult—beyond adult, clearly—and if you’re still too immature to forgive him for something that happened when he was seventeen? Then you’re not someone I want to know either.”
“Mija,” Chucho walked out after hearing the shouting, Javier following closely behind, his concerned eyes fixed on you. “Everything okay?”
“Ask her.” You gestured ahead, Javier giving you a soft look of appreciation at how fiercely you were defending him.
“Celeste?” Chucho turned to her as Javier walked down the steps to join you by the truck, his hands cradling both sides of your face as he rested his forehead against yours.
“I love you.” He whispered, your head nodding.
“Javi,” his father interrupted the tender moment. “Come up here. Either the two of you squash this for good, or…”
“Or what, pops? You gonna disown me?” Javier asked, remaining still beside you, his hands finding home in his pockets.
“No.” He sighed and looked over at a very concerned looking Mrs. Montoya. “If it’s between you and my son, I’m choosing my son. But, cariño, I’m begging you to forgive him. Because I do care about you.”
“I can’t do that, Chuchie.” She shook her head, her voice breaking. “I’m sorry.”
“Okay,” he nodded solemnly, looking back to Javier. “Then I’m sorry too, but this is over.”
“You believe his story?” She asked in disbelief, Javier sighing beside you. You slid your arms around his waist and hugged his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and lips pressing against your head in thanks.
“I do. My son might make mistakes, but he is not a liar. I’m sorry, Celeste. You should go.” Javier swallowed thickly, and with your ear pressed to his chest you swore you could hear his heart cracking a bit at the sight of his father having to let go the first person he let in since his mother.
“Like father, like son.” Those were the last words to leave her mouth as she stormed down the steps and hopped into her car, speeding off down the dirt road. Chucho cleared his throat before waving you both over.
“Dad, I’m really sor—“
“It’s fine. I believe you. And you’re my son—you’re more important to me than a woman who couldn’t see past her own resentment.” The three of you shared a moment of silence before Chucho was clapping his hands together. “Vamos, the steaks are getting cold.”
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9. What fic meant the most to you to write? 10. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? 15. Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023
Oh it was tricky at first to distinguish 'meant the most' and 'made me happiest'!
I think the one that mean the most was more than just survival, because it did mean a lot for me to be able to bring Jade though that whole journey from her childhood where she believed her life was one way, to her adulthood where she was able to see more of the truth about things and make choices about what she wanted her life to be. It was also my first multichapter and the first one I'd written as part of a fandom, and it was a whole experience I'd never had before.
The ones that made the the *happiest* to work on, and I had to think about that for a while because they ALL make me happy to work on, but it's the ones that I started live writing in the discord that had the most INSTANT like, dopamine hits. So the 'the knots were tight' prompts which created the beginning of Firelight, warm as a kiss and the very very different Let's take a knife and cut the world in two, both started with live writing, which is GREAT when I can manage it, and both turned into fics I really, really like! (of my unpublished ones, cowboy vampire Kit did this too, that day was RIDICULOUSLY creative and so much fun.)
For a rec, and this was really hard to choose but... one night at the start of the end of the world. Because it was my second and I was genuinely worried it wasn't going to be as well received as my first ("what if people are bored of the 'there's only one bed' trope??" my ridiculous mind actually wondered) and it has outshone all of them, so you know, it is not bad to use to remind myself not to be so worried and have a bit of faith in myself.
Plus that's the fic that pillbug Kit first came from.
Thank you for these questions! They made me *think*!
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I'm back bitches
We have 12 days left of September, which means Spooky Month officially starts soon & you know what that means.
🌕 Kinktober 2023 Creature Feature 🌕
But it also means that the long overdue sequel to Did You Hear That? is coming! She's a hefty girl with just over 18k words so desktop may be the best option to read and reblog as mobile has issues with anything over 10k.
It also means, the three spin-off pieces for the Library of Illusion are coming as well as a little piece I've written for Joshua. All in time for Spooky Month!
Along with Kinktober I have a few announcements. See more under the cut!
First, I have made the decision to add NCT (all sub-units), Day6, Super Junior, & Wonho to my archive. I no longer feel inspiration to write for them and do not want anyone waiting for content for them. I hate to leave Day6's Creature Feature unfinished but, sometimes that's the way things happen. This decision is final but I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.
From now on, I will be writing exclusively for Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, & TXT. My rules for Kai (TXT) remain the same: absolutely no smut. That is my son. My child. I will also only write for Yesung and Z.Tao when the inspiration comes. My brainrot for both of those men is insane.
In addition, as my masterlists for these groups continue to grow, I will be creating masterlists for individual members.
That being said, I obviously won't take down any of my posts for these new archived groups, but I will change the masterlists just a bit so navigation is a tad easier.
Second, I will start using my other blogs effective immediately. I have a lot of sideblogs.
I will be using my main to reblog everything but my writing. All pictures, gifsets, etc will be posted there from now on.
I will also be using my recs blog, which I plan to redo entirely with a new tag system.
Third, I want to remind you all that my inbox here is always open. I love receiving mail. I love talking & interacting with you.
The anon feature is on so feel free to use it however, if you use it for hate, I will turn it off again. Don't be a coward. If you're gonna be mean, don't hide behind the anon feature. Face me instead.
Fourth, I will be reviving ask games and I encourage you to participate! It can be a lot of fun.
On the topic of asks, all asks not related to ask games will be answered every Monday and tagged as ' mailbox monday 💌'
Lastly, a friendly (and not so friendly reminder respectively) that empty blogs, meaning blogs without headers, pfp, posts, etc will be soft-blocked.
Soft-blocking is blocking and unblocking a blog so it forces them to unfollow you. I will be keeping track of the blogs I soft-block in a Google Sheet and if you follow me again without at least changing your pic and reblogging a few posts, you will be hard blocked.
Hard blocking means you will not be able to interact with my content (liking or reblogging).
Now for the not so friendly reminder;
if your blog does not have an age indicator on it (i.e the year you were born, your age, etc) YOU WILL BE SOFT-BLOCKED AS WELL. IF YOU DO NOT ADD AN AGE AFTER THAT, YOU WILL BE HARD BLOCKED. I will also be keeping track of these blogs. Ageless blogs and minors are not welcome on my blog. If you have turned 18 this year, PLEASE CHANGE YOUR AGE INDICATORS ON YOUR BLOG TO AVOID BEING BLOCKED.
If I find out a follower has lied about their age, I will be adding you to a blacklist I share with Cult of Dionysus. Keep in mind, we do not seek out minors to add them to the list, we only add minors that have interacted with our nsfw content. MINORS: PLEASE DONT IGNORE OUR BOUNDARIES. If we say do not interact with our content, we mean it. We have these boundaries for a reason.
I hope you look forward to what I have planned this month and please enjoy the spooks, the thrills, and of course, the smut. Thank you for your continued support as always. See you soon~ ʕ ◦`꒳´◦ʔ — booki。
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
Also received this from @jad3w1ngs and tagged by @shieldofiron!! thank uuuu lovelies 💖💖
Not Duke, Not Prince -- listen I KNOW i know I bring this one up all the time but I'm proud of it ok!!!! Very much a "this was supposed to be a one-shot and got out of hand" type deal and I'm very glad it is because it's the first time in a long while I've branched away from romance and done something closer to my horror/thriller writing, and it got me thinking of even more!! Character-specific, it gave me another avenue to explore Billy's relationship with his dad and other father figures in my own way, which felt nice to get out!
Brother, My Lover -- My latest finished piece and the beginning of my journey as a Gemstones writer, so for that it holds a very special place in my heart <3 but I'm also happy with the voices and dialogue, especially since it's something I used to struggle with A LOT and mull over for weeks and hate, so knowing that I've grown enough as a writer to capture such unique voices in a way that has resonated with readers and felt natural has made my year tbh :') plus just... there is so much more to create with Kelvin and Keefe, man. + Tony's my fix rn I adore that guy so much
Soft to the Touch -- Very self-indulgent scene that, I think, very much encapsulates my favorite element of sex scenes lol, which is to say the overwhelming intimacy and love the characters have for each other. Steve loving on Billy will literally never ever ever in a million billion years get old. I need that shit more than oxygen, it makes me feel so good 😌
Friends in Low Places -- Very rare Disco Mungrove work that reminded me how much I love westerns and writing the particular sense of yearning that comes with the setting. I was in a very specific headspace while writing it, especially because of the grief it explores in a way that I hadn't really done before. Again, it (along with Stargazing for Harringrove FRI) opened the doors for me to be more ambitious with subject matter. Especially since grief/mourning isn't something I handle well irl, it helps to process that through fiction.
Irrepressible Us -- Earlier work I wrote for a Discord server event that made me stop being afraid of a/b/o lmao, especially because I'm very picky about it, so it was nice to realize how loose it really is as a genre and work to my, and my giftee's, tastes. It was nice to write Billy & Max with a strong relationship for the first time in a while too, which differs greatly from the fic I wrote prior. All around good learning experience :)
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Fandom Snowflake Challenge #3
Apologies for the delay...
Introduction Post* Meet the Mods Post * Challenge #1 * Challenge #2
Remember that there is no official deadline, so feel free to join in at any time, or go back and do challenges you've missed.
Imagine there's a fairy godmother (or a fairy at the bottom of your garden), who's out there just looking for little wishes to grant! Or, more prosaically, that an unnamed challenge (can't imagine which one!) is going to have a future prompt about creating things and/or granting wishes, and all kinds of people are going to be looking for ideas for things to make.
You never know what could happen!
Challenge #3
Create a wish list of fandom things (podfic, graphics, playlists, canon recs translations, research help, vids, sky's the limit!) that you'd like to receive. Post your answer to today’s challenge in your own space and leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
The items in brackets are mere suggestions, as I'm sure you can all think of more creative ideas for fandom things to put on a wish list, but consider it a starting point, a prompt, if you will. One thing, three things, fifteen things, however many you like!
My (very biased) favourite part of this challenge is granted wishes showing up throughout the rest of the fest. Someone made me a whole fanvid once! (No, I'm still not over that being cool. I will never be over that being cool.)
Tip: If you're asking for things related to specific fandoms, mention the names of those fandoms when you comment here, to help out with people finding things.
Check out the comments for all the awesome participants of the challenge and visit their journals/challenge responses to comment on their posts and cheer them on. (And because we were gifted with paid time for the month of January, you can search comments! So don’t forget to list the fandom(s) in your comment so people can search for it.)
And just as a reminder: this is a low pressure, fun challenge. If you aren't comfortable doing a particular challenge, then don't. We aren't keeping track of who does what.
(If you want us to reblog your response here at our Tumblr, we’re tracking: snowflakechallenge2024.)
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