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Terra Incognita
pairing: Javier Peña/f!Virgin Reader (no physical descriptions)
summary: Being the secretary for the attaché, Javier Peña, isn’t too bad. In the months you’ve worked together, he’s warmed up to you. Having flirty conversations daily and being the only recipient of his rare smiles you know all means nothing since he’s your boss; your unattainable, unbelievably attractive boss you have a raging crush on. Then he decides to do the unthinkable and asks you out for a drink, and not an innocent, HR-approved drink between colleagues, but a forbidden, going on a date drink—that goes so well you ask him to take your virginity and make you orgasm for the first time.
He happily obliges.
rating: E (18+!! No y/n, can be read as age gap (reader’s age is unspecified, but she’s at least 23), Soft Javier Peña, Inexperienced Reader, boss/employee relationship (very consensual, he puts you in control), explicit smut, loss of virginity, first time, first orgasm (Javier teaches you how to touch yourself), unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie (it’s me), oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, masturbation (f), mirror sex, dirty talk, praise kink, spit mention, (1) spank, Javier being a consent king, sneaking around, insecurity, self-esteem issues, Javier making you feel beautiful, feelings, Javier being cute and flirty, talks of the future, Javier hating you think he’s too hot for you)
word count: 12.8k+
a/n: I got an ask about doing reader’s first time with Javier months ago, and this week, I finally had a chance to write it. There’s plot, there’s a lot of porn, this took on a life of its own, and I’m sorry about how long it took me to get around to it. I hope you enjoy! Takes place during Season 3 of Narcos, a couple of months before they get Gilberto. Thank you so much to @senorabond for betaing super last minute!
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!
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“Peña,” he answers on the second ring.
Sitting at your desk outside Javier Peña’s office, you have the corded phone receiver held to your ear and documents in front of you that you’re preparing for his signatures.
“I have someone from the ambassador’s office on the other line,” you tell him. “I’m going to assume you’re in a meeting?”
He isn’t.
The smile is clear in his voice when he replies, “Yeah, I’m definitely in a meeting.”
“I’ll send them to your voicemail.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s no problem, sir.”
“Just Javi.”
“It’s no problem, Just Javi.”
An amused breath leaves him. “Smartass.”
“I’m just calling you what you requested. I need to take care of this call. Bye, Just Javi.”
“Javi. Bye, Florecita (little flower).”
The nickname makes you smile, knowing he calls you it because there’s always a bouquet on your desk—today, it’s daisies.
Pressing a couple of buttons has you back on the line with the other person, apologizing that your boss is indisposed in a meeting and transferring them to his voicemail. Immediately, you return to the task you were working on before being interrupted.
Being the secretary for the attaché isn’t too bad.
For months now, you’ve worked with Javier, and at first, he didn’t even know what to do with you until requests started coming in for him to attend meetings, be on conference calls, and turn in paperwork by deadlines. That's when he tagged you in to be the keeper of his schedule. He was polite and professional at the beginning of your partnership, and a little sulky, which you figured had to do with the job. Over time, he still sulked, but he’s warmed up to you, especially with how you run interference with his calls that come through and keep him from talking to people who annoy him to the best of your ability. Occasionally, he has to speak to them; rarely, however, because you have no issue lying through your teeth for him—he gets grumpy after those calls so it’s better for him to hardly take them.
He’s friendlier now than when you first met, and the only time you’ve seen him crack a smile is when he’s talking to you. The first and every time after he has made you feel like you’re melting—yes, you have a crush on your boss.
Have you seen him?
Those suits? The hair? The mustache? His shoulder-to-waist ratio? His ass? He’s gorgeous, and you don’t have a chance in hell, so you bask in the smiles he gifts only to you, and the fun, flirty conversations that aren’t leading to anything since he’s your boss, and way out of your league.
Glancing at the watch on your wrist informs you it’s time for lunch—it’s crazy how quickly time flies when you’re working sometimes. The small stack of papers on your desk gets stapled and set off to the side and out of the way. When you pull open your bottom desk drawer, your purse is in there, along with two small paper lunch sacks. Pulling the latter out, one is set in the space the papers once occupied, and the other you carry as you roll your chair back and get up. It’s only a handful of steps to the closed door, rapping your knuckles against it twice.
“Come in,” says a voice from inside.
Opening the door, you make your way in, closing it behind you. Your boss is sitting at his desk sans his navy blue suit jacket, a cigarette cushioned between his plush lips, wisps of smoke rising from it as he reads over documents.
That’s another thing about Javier—you’re pretty sure he lives on coffee and cigarettes, not buying it anytime he says he’s quitting them.
To be annoying, you put the paper bag directly over what he’s reading. His head pops up to look at you with his big, brown puppy dog eyes, his fingers pulling the lit nicotine from his mouth and depositing it into the glass ashtray he keeps within reach.
“I’ve told you, you don’t have to bring me lunch,” his words come out in a deep rasp.
Crossing your arms over your chest, you can’t help but snort, noticing his gaze dropping to your bosom for a split second before it’s back on yours.
“That’s a lie,” you reply, and he frowns. “You always forget to eat because you’re too busy working. So, the solution is for me to bring you food. That way, you can eat and keep doing all your important stuff.”
His eyes dart away as he sighs. “Can I pay you for the lunches?” he asks. “You probably didn’t have making lunch for your helpless boss in your food budget.”
You smile. “I didn’t, but I’m happy to make them for you. There’s no need for you to pay me for the food.”
His eyes meet yours. “There’s gotta be some way for me to thank you.” He sits back in his chair, letting you take in the ample breadth of his shoulders in his white dress shirt, his red patterned tie running down the center of his chest. “How about I take you out for a drink tonight?”
That causes your brain to record scratch.
“A drink… with me?” you answer slowly.
There’s a confused expression on his face. “Yeah? I would’ve asked you sooner, but I’m always fucking working, and tonight I’m free—this entire weekend, I am, as long as I’m not called in.”
He would’ve asked you sooner?
“I know you are…” You are the keeper of his schedule. “It’s just a thank you drink…?”
His hand goes to his mouth, your eyes stuck on the journey his thumb makes, swiping over his bottom lip and wondering for the thousandth time what it’d be like to kiss him.
“Can be…” he answers, his eyes darkening when you look at them. “Or, it can be more if that’s what you want.”
He wants to go on a date with you?
“I like the sound of more,” you quietly reply.
“I like the sound of more, too.” And you’re gifted with one of his smiles, this one crooked and charming.
It makes you swallow, your skin feeling heated. “I just want to make sure I’m reading this right,” you start, feeling discombobulated. “You’re asking me out on a date, right? Me?” You point at yourself, so there’s no mistaking who you mean.
That confused look is back on his face as he leans forward. “Yes, I am asking you—” He points at you. “—to go out with me.” He points at himself. “Why are you so surprised? I like you.”
Your eyes widen.
“You like me?”
“Yes? Querida (Darling), why are you having trouble believing I’m interested in you?”
This is so embarrassing, you have to cover your face in your hands, your voice muffled when you answer, “Because you’re extremely attractive, and I’m me, and I’ve seen the women you normally go for.” Everybody knew about his one-night stand with the woman who worked here. “I’m nowhere near as beautiful as them.”
The sound of his chair wheels rolling met your ears, and seconds later, you jolt when big, warm hands are grabbing yours and pulling them away. A concerned look you’ve never seen is on his face, his thumbs rubbing over the backs of your hands.
“Don’t say that,” he says in a soothing tone. “Wanna know something?”
“Sure.”
“I find you more attractive.” You huff in disbelief. “I’m serious,” he continues. “Not only do you look beautiful—” His hand moves to cup your cheek. “—what’s inside you is beautiful, too, with how thoughtful and caring you are. You’re also funny and smart. I’ve been dying to take you out.” The sincerity in his gaze takes your breath away.
Has hell frozen over? Are pigs flying? How in the hell is this perfect specimen of a man interested in you? He’s adamant he is, and you know he’s telling the truth, which seems insane, yet it’s exhilarating. Your love life is non-existent; you’ve never even been in a relationship, not for lack of trying; it’s just no one’s ever been interested. Now, someone is, and he’s so hot. There’s just one big glaring problem…
“You’re my boss…” you point out. “We’re not allowed to have any kind of romantic relationship due to the fact there is a major power imbalance here.”
“The person who has all the power is you. You decide how far things go and if things should end. I’d never fire you or hurt your career in any way if you wanted nothing to do with me—I just wanna take you out for a drink, and from there, it’s all you.”
His last sentence causes a nervous flutter in your tummy.
“Okay, I’d like to get a drink with you. What’s your plan for us not being seen together?”
He smiles, taking a step closer so your bodies are practically touching, smelling his spicy cologne that makes your mouth go dry. “I’ll take you to this little hole-in-a-wall place I know. Can I pick you up at seven?”
You frown. “You know I live in a building full of people who work here—they’ll see you.” He’s occasionally driven you to and from work when the usual person you carpooled with was sick.
“I won’t go to your door. I can park in the back of the lot and call you to come out to me.”
“Have you put a lot of thought into this?” you ask.
His cheeks pink up while he looks away. “Yeah…”
The answer makes your heart pound in your chest, wondering what all he’s imagined, and something comes to mind, your curiosity getting the better of you.
“What, um, is your plan if after the drink we want to go somewhere quieter and more… secluded?”
His eyes are back on yours, his voice going a little deeper. “I’d take you back to my place.”
The thought of that both excites you and makes you nervous.
“People won’t see me?”
“No one from here—I had them put me up somewhere away from everyone else.”
“Oh.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” you breathe.
As soon as you say the word, his lips descend on yours, his hand cradling your head, his other arm wrapping around your back to pull you into him. This is a scenario you’ve daydreamed about countlessly; and the real thing? Even better than you imagined—his lips are soft and plush, the kiss tender, working his mouth against yours in a way that has something stirring low in your belly. He tastes like cigarettes and black coffee, which shouldn’t be as appealing as it is, your body feeling warm, the skin hot where he touches, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
The moment comes when your lungs ache for breath, and he kisses you one last time, ending it with a playful nip to your bottom lip, his own lifted in another smile. You’re breathing heavily, seeing his lips had reddened, his eyes heavy–lidded.
“Was it everything you hoped for?” he asks.
It’s hard to think, not knowing what he’s talking about.
“Huh?” you answer.
He’s smiling cheekily now.
“All the times you thought about kissing me—actually doing it, was it how you imagined?”
The way your stomach drops, feeling your face heat.
“Oh my god,” you gasp. “Was I that obvious?”
“Yeah. You don’t know how many fucking times I thought about giving you what you wanted.”
“I am so embarrassed.” You squeeze your eyes shut.
“Don’t be. I love it, and it gave me hope you’d agree to go out with me.”
Looking away, you tell him, “It was better…”
He grins, his head moving to kiss the side of your mouth, turning so your lips can meet. It’s quick, him whispering, “Yeah?” When he breaks away, nudging his nose against yours.
This sweetness has you feeling all gooey.
“Yes.”
“Eat lunch with me.”
“Is that an order from my boss or Javi?”
He sighs, pressing his forehead to yours. “It should’ve been a question from me, Javi—sorry.”
You smile, pecking him on the lips. “In that case, my answer is yes. I’ll need to go grab my food.”
Both of his arms hug around your middle, pressing his face into your neck. “I don’t wanna let you go yet.”
Hugging him back, you reply, “Okay,” kissing his hair.
Him being all touchy-feely and sweet is very unexpected but a welcome surprise.
The blinds are all closed on the glass walls that enclose a good portion of his office, and there’s no worry of anyone stumbling upon the two of you in this embrace since they’d knock first. With how his body relaxes into yours and the way he lets out a happy sigh, it seems this hug is something he’s needed, and you’re more than willing to give him the comfort.
“If you ever need a hug, just let me know,” you whisper.
His arms loosen, raising his head to look at you.
“Thanks. What, uh, if I need a kiss?”
You giggle. “Same. Just let me know.”
“I think I need one before you go.”
“I will be gone for less than thirty seconds.”
“It’s thirty seconds too long.”
“You’re ridiculous,” you reply in exasperation. “Kiss me, you goober.”
And he does, slotting his mouth against yours, kissing you.
It might’ve lasted seconds or a minute, you’re not sure, with how lost you get in his lips on yours and his body pressed so close. When he finally pulls away, you chase his mouth, and he chuckles, making you frown.
“Go get your lunch, Florecita,” he rasps. “We’ll eat, finish working, and tonight, I’ll kiss you as much as you want.”
Opening your eyes, they’re locked on his, smiling as you reply, “I like that plan.”
He has the same expression, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “I do, too.” With that, he gives your hips one last squeeze and walks to sit behind his desk again, and you make the quick trip to get your lunch and bring it back, shutting the door behind you.
Javier tries to get you to pull one of the chairs in front of his desk around to sit beside him; however, you give him a firm no in case someone comes by. Instead, you end up across from him, talking between bites of your sandwiches and chips.
There are things you already know about him, such as he’s from Texas, only his father is alive, and, of course, how he helped take down Pablo Escobar. During this lunch, you learn his mother passed away five years ago; he has no siblings but a large extended family, he dearly misses his mother’s tamales, he’s still good friends with Steve Murphy, and he grew up on a cattle ranch where his father still lives.
You finish your food, and you put all the garbage into the paper bag to throw out.
“What are your plans for the weekend?” you ask him. “I can’t remember the last time you had one off.”
“I haven’t.” He crumples up his trash in his own bag. “And I’m not sure yet what my plans are,” he answers with a wink, your mouth falling open.
Clearing your throat, you quickly get up, avoiding eye contact with how hot your face feels.
“What about you?” he asks.
“Um, I’m not sure, either.” The original plan was to deep clean your apartment, but now, with your date tonight and Javi having the whole weekend off, things might be changing.
“Maybe we can figure out something together tonight.”
“Maybe,” you reply, walking backward with your garbage in your hand, still avoiding looking at him. “I have to get back to work, Mr. Peña, sir—”
“Just Javi,” he interrupts.
“I have to get back to work, Just Javi, and pretend like I don’t know what it’s like to kiss you or think about how I’m going out with you tonight, so if you can do me a favor and not be sexy for the next—” You check your wristwatch. “—three hours and fifty-eight minutes, I’d greatly appreciate it.”
“I’ll try…?”
Your back bumps against the door.
“Great!” Taking a deep breath, you chance a glance at him to see he’s smiling. “Me?” you whisper in disbelief, reaching behind you to grab the door handle. “He likes me?”
Turning, you open the door, Javier saying loud enough for you to hear, “Yes, you,” and butterflies flutter rapidly around in your belly.
Thankfully, the rest of the day goes by quickly, the two of you staying very professional, aside from the one kiss he stole when you needed him to sign something.
When it was time to leave, you told him goodbye from the doorway, and he made you wait so he could walk you to the car park, where you went to catch a ride with your friend, and he walked to his Jeep.
With how nervous you were, dinner was light and quick once you got home, followed by taking your time to get all gussied up for your date—showering, getting out your cutest black dress, doing your hair and makeup, and spritzing on some perfume.
Doubt creeps its way into your brain that maybe you imagined all that happened—Javi didn’t ask you out, Javi didn’t kiss you or hold you in his arms. It makes you think there isn’t actually going to be a date, and all the work you put into getting ready is for nothing. You try your best to push it down; becoming nervous because it all did happen, and you are going out with him, making your mind race with possibilities of what could happen that evening—what you hope will happen.
By the time it’s five to seven, you’re so lost in thought you practically jump out of your skin when your home phone rings on the wall in the kitchen. Making your way there, you answer it on the third ring, picking up the receiver to your ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey, It’s me. I’m here.”
“Okay, I’m heading down.”
“Can’t wait to see you. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Hanging up the phone, you grab your purse, put on a jean jacket, and slip on some sensible, easy-to-walk-in heels as you leave, locking up your apartment tightly.
It’s a Friday night, and you live in a large apartment complex, trying to avoid as many people as possible as you leave.
Do you ensure no one is around as you walk into the parking lot, trying to keep to the shadows? Yes.
The sun has already gone down, the headlights off on Javi’s Jeep, the vehicle dark at the back of the parking lot, save for the tiny orange glow of the cigarette he’s inhaling.
The overhead light doesn’t even come on when you open the passenger door and jump in, the dashboard and radio softly glowing. His window is partly down, and he tosses what he’d been smoking.
He leans toward you, and you stop him with one palm, the other digging in your purse on your lap, relying on feeling around to get what you’re looking for, finally finding it.
There’s a shining stick of gum between your fingers when you hold them up to him.
“You’re the hottest man I’ve ever met,” you say, “and I’m really into you, but I’d prefer not to make out with someone who tastes like an ashtray.”
He sighs, taking and unwrapping the gum. “I’m quitting,” he grumbles, putting it in his mouth and chewing, the wrapper getting rolled into a ball and tossed in the empty cup holder between you.
“Uh-huh, sure, Javi. You’ve been saying that for months now,” you reply, patting his chest.
Snatching your hand, he brings it to his lips, softly kissing each of your knuckles.
“I’ll get some nicotine gum tomorrow, so you’ll kiss me.”
That has you taken aback.
“You’re going to stop smoking, so I’ll kiss you…?”
“It’s one of the perks, and I know you fucking hate the habit.” That’s true. “Is my mouth minty enough? I wanna kiss you.”
The fact you could smell the spearmint on his breath told you it was, your hands pulling his head toward you, smashing your lips against his. You can feel him smiling, his large palm cradling the back of your head, and allowing him to deepen the kiss when his tongue seeks entry into your mouth, unable to keep from moaning when it slides against your own.
Kissing, you have some experience with, not a lot, but some, so you follow his lead, and he takes your breath away.
When he pulls back, you feel dazed with your eyes closed, heart pounding, and chest heaving.
“You okay?” he asks.
Blinking open your eyes, you answer breathily, “Yes. You’re just really good at that—wait, why is there gum in my mouth?” you ask, chewing it.
When did he slip it in?
In the lowlights of the radio, you can see him smiling as he laughs, and you’re almost positive this is the first time you’ve heard such a wonderful sound, determined to hear it again.
“You’re adorable,” you say, cranking down your window, spitting out the wad, and rolling it up again. “And I’m positive you’re going to be the death of me.”
His hand guides your chin to make you look at him, a serious look on his face. “I’m not gonna be the death of you,” he replies.
“With how much I like you, how hot you are, and the way you kiss? I’m fucked.”
“We’re both fucked.”
When he finally starts driving, his hand holds yours on your thigh, confirming he’s a big physical touch person, always needing to be touching you.
It’s quiet as he takes you out of the area you’re familiar with. For you, it’s because your stomach is aflutter with nerves, and you’re trying to figure out what’s going to happen, or really what you want to happen that night. How far do you want to take things? He said you’re the one who decides. How brave are you?
The place you end up is unfamiliar to you, Javi parking along the curb and jumping out to come around and get your door. He’s smiling as he offers you a hand to help you out that you happily take, his eyes moving up and down your body when you stand in front of him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, shutting the car door.
It’s your turn to check him out, seeing he’s in criminally tight jeans, a maroon button-up, and a black leather jacket.
“You’re pretty handsome yourself.”
“Thanks. I promised you a drink.”
“Yes, you did.”
Your purse is dangling on your shoulder, Javi taking your hand as he leads you down the sidewalk, past a bakery and a little mini-mart, until you arrive at your destination. It’s a tiny neighborhood bar, the wooden sign above naming it La Sirenita.
“Is the owner a big Disney fan?” you ask before entering.
“What?” His eyebrows scrunch together, his free hand ready to pull open the door.
“It’s called ‘The Little Mermaid,’ like the Disney movie from a few years ago,” you explain.
“I haven’t seen that… It’s named La Sirenita because the owner used to work on a fishing boat and swears when he fell overboard once, a mermaid saved him.”
“That’s basically the plot of the movie…”
His eyebrow rose.
“Florecita, this bar has been here for twenty fucking years. He didn’t name it after some dumb kid’s cartoon.”
“The Little Mermaid is a masterpiece of cinema, thank you very much. Now, let’s get inside.”
As you expected, the inside has artist's renderings on the walls of mermaids, and over the bar is a fishing net. Seats line the bar top, and there are a few tables and a few booths. The place is not too terribly busy, spotting one empty two-person table in a corner. It’s not very loud, with people talking and laughing, music playing in the background at a reasonable volume. All in all, the atmosphere is lovely.
“Do you wanna go have a seat, and I’ll grab our drinks?” he asks, nodding toward the empty table you spotted.
“Sure,” you answer, telling him what you’d like.
There’s no one here you recognize, which makes you breathe easily, hanging your purse on the back of your chair with your jacket, sitting down, and looking around the room. A few minutes later, Javi arrives with the drinks, not even a little surprised he got a whiskey for himself.
He’s in the seat across from you, taking a sip while you stare into your glass.
“I’m going to be honest with you,” you say. “This is technically my second date.”
His hand reaches to grab yours on the table, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.
“I don’t date either. Fuck, I’ve been in one relationship? And it was a fucking nightmare.”
Lifting your head, you ask, “So, you’re not interested in dating or being in a relationship? It’s okay if you’re just looking for something casual without commitment.”
You’ll take him any way you can get him.
“Shit.” His eyes close tightly, pressing his fingers to his brow. “I already fucked up. I should’ve said, ‘I didn’t date until now,’ and I am interested in being in a relationship with someone right for me. The last person… wasn’t.”
Hope rises in you.
“Okay. That’s good to know.”
His hand drops, gaze meeting yours. “Are you interested in all that? Or just wanting something casual?”
“I’m interested in dating and a relationship. I’ve never been in one, but I think I can figure it out.”
He smiles, his hand tightening around yours. “You can,” he replies.
You hide your own smile by taking a drink and setting it back down after some seconds.
“What do you want to talk about?” you ask.
“I wanna hear your story.”
“It’s awfully boring compared to yours.”
“I don’t care. I wanna hear it.”
“Fine.”
And you give him a rundown of your family—divorced parents who remarried, and now you have a handful of younger half-siblings. Graduated from high school, went to college, and got a degree in business, and you’re in your current job because the pay and benefits are decent, and it puts you on a different continent than your family. He, of course, inquires why that’s a good thing, to which you have to explain they always need something from you—money, favors, your time, but can never help when you’re in need. Thus, you moved far away to make it so they couldn’t use you anymore.
The glasses in front of you both become empty, so he gets each of you another drink.
Then it’s his turn to share—he loves his family, misses his mom, and talks to his dad at least once a week; he does know how to ride a horse and does not like wearing cowboy hats but loves the boots and wears them when he’s feeling a little homesick. He doesn't bother telling you all of his history with the DEA because you pretty much know all of it. However, he does give you the details about his failed relationship with a woman named Lorraine from his hometown, who treated him like shit, and claimed to be pregnant when he tried to leave her so he’d have to marry her. Luckily, he discovered the lie the night before the wedding and left her at the altar, which he recognizes was a shitty thing to do, telling you he apologized to her the last time he was home.
Things get more lighthearted when he tells you stories about cooking with his mom growing up and her teaching him, getting flirty about his skills.
“I make a good breakfast,” he tells you, winking as he takes a drink.
It feels hot in the room, stifling almost, gulping while your eyes look anywhere else than at him, trying to figure out in your flustered state how to respond.
“I bet you make a good breakfast,” is what comes out, your eyes rounding.
“You’ll have to try it and let me know.” Your gaze latches onto his, seeing him smirking. His lips are shiny from his whiskey, and all you can think about is kissing them and tasting it on him.
“Come here,” he says, pushing back in his chair. The second drink in your system gives you the courage to get up and walk around the table, letting him pull you down to sit across his lap with your legs dangling over the side. His arm locks around your back, his other hand stroking your cheek.
The tip of his nose rubs against yours.
“You wanna kiss me?” he purrs.
“Yes,” you whisper.
“Then do it.”
Crushing your mouth to his, your fingers end up in his hair, surprised by the softness. The kissing heats when he presses his tongue between your lips, tasting the whiskey when it tangles with your own. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or him, or a combination of it both, but your skin feels so hot you’re wishing there were no clothes on your body. Your lungs start to ache, and his mouth moves to your jaw so you can take a deep breath.
“What do you want?” he asks between kisses.
“You,” you gasp.
“You wanna get out of here?”
The throbbing you’re feeling between your legs has you answer immediately, “Yes.”
His hand, not on your back, moves down to grab the side of your ass while he sucks on your pulse point, the sensation making you moan.
“There’s just a bit of a problem,” you force out, trying to ignore the burning arousal in your belly.
His head rises to look you in the eyes, his mouth turned down in a frown.
“I’ve got condoms,” he says quickly. “And I’m clean—got tested recently.”
“That’s wonderful?” you reply, unsure how to respond. “I’m on birth control? But the problem has nothing to do with preventing babies and STDs…”
“What’s the problem…?”
There’s no way you can look at him, so you close your eyes.
“It’s a problem I’m really hoping you can help me with, actually, if you’re willing.”
“What is it?”
“I’ve, um, never had sex?” you say in a hushed voice. “And it’d be great if you could fix that…”
There’s still chatter, laughter, and music happening around you, but in the little bubble of the two of you, it��s silent—which goes on for too long, and you open your eyes to see a gobsmacked look on Javier’s face.
“Javi?”
“Never?” he asks, barely above a whisper.
“Never.”
He must regain his bearings because he asks, “But you’ve fooled around with people, right?”
“I’ve done some kissing and rubbing over clothes?”
There was an almost drunken hookup in college, but you chickened out.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes.
“If this is too much pressure, you can tap out. I just trust you and know you’ll do it right and take care of me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, absolutely. Zero hesitation.”
He nods his head. “Okay, I’ll do it, but if you change your mind at all, you tell me.”
A thrill runs through you.
“Of course.”
“Good.”
“One other thing…”
“Yes?”
“I’ve also never orgasmed…”
That has him harshly whispering, “What?!” A look of disbelief on his face. “Don’t you touch yourself?”
“Not really,” you reply, shrugging. “I could never really figure it out.”
“Get up.” He pushes you to stand from his lap. “We’re leaving right now.” He gets up, pulling his wallet from his back pocket, tossing some cash onto the table while you grab your purse and jacket. His billfold is back where it belongs, and he takes your hand, pulling you out of the bar in a hurry.
He’s driving fast once you’re both belted into his Jeep.
“What is going on, Javier?” you ask. “Why are you being so intense about my lack of orgasms?”
His hand is gripping your thigh.
“Because it’s not right you haven’t had one, and I need to fix that immediately.”
“Maybe slow down, so we make it to your apartment safely?”
He slows a tiny bit, and you count it as a win.
His apartment building is definitely away from where you knew the other employees were housed and much nicer. He parks beneath the building in the parking garage and leads you to an elevator that requires him to enter a code in a keypad before it will work, your eyes bulging when he hits the number for the top floor.
“I had them put me in the nicest place they could find with the budget they had for my housing,” he explains without you asking, standing beside you with his arm around your waist. “They offered me a house, but I preferred the security of this place.” There’d been a gate you had to come through to get onto the property.
“It’s way nicer than my dingy apartment.”
“I used to live in your apartments back in the day.”
Your eyebrow lifts. “Back in the day? It was literally, what? Maybe two or so years ago.”
“Yeah, back in the day when I was nothing but a dumb DEA agent.”
“Who helped take down Pablo Escobar… The Los Pepes shit was dumb, but you still made a difference.”
“I guess.” You can hear him frowning.
Turning your head toward him, he meets your eyes.
“You made a difference, and now that you’re in charge, you’re gonna take out those Cali cartel fuckers, too.”
A little smile curls up on his mouth. “Maybe.”
“You will.”
“You have a lot of faith in me.”
“Because you’re an amazing man who’s good at his job and actually gives a shit—you’re gonna do it, and I’ll celebrate with you when you do.”
The elevator dings as the doors open, both of you walking out into a hallway, following as he goes to the right.
“You’ll have a drink with me at the office?”
“Sure, if that’s how you wanna celebrate.”
Arriving at his door, he digs his keys out of his pocket and unlocks both locks.
“How did you imagine we’d celebrate?” he asks, stepping inside and welcoming you in.
The front door is closed and locked behind you while you use the wall beside it for balance to take off your heels, Javi already kicking off his boots and hanging up his jacket on a nearby coat rack.
“I don’t know,” you answer, getting one shoe off, then the other. “Aren’t celebratory blow jobs a thing?” you ask as you straighten and face him, passing him your purse and coat, which he hangs up with his jacket.
His eyes narrow.
“You said you’ve never fooled around with anyone?”
“Yeah?” Your arms cross in front of you. “I haven’t—I shouldn’t know different sex acts because I’m inexperienced? I’m a virgin, not a prude, and a very curious virgin who’s watched porn.”
“...And you didn’t touch yourself?”
“Watching the porn? I tried. Like I said, I couldn’t figure it out. Maybe I was thinking too hard?”
“Maybe. I’ll get you there. Come on, baby,” he says, retaking your hand and leading you through his massive apartment that has a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows in the living and dining rooms. The place is sparse in terms of decorations and sticks to neutral colors—white, beige, and black. There’s furniture, of course, and a television in the living room, along with a bookcase with some books on it that you walk past into a hallway you assume leads to the bedroom.
“How many bedrooms do you have?” you ask.
“Two, but I converted the guest room into an office.”
“You work too much.”
“You got a better idea of what I can do with my time?” he asks over his shoulder.
“Assuming you fuck as good as you kiss, yeah.”
He chuckles, shaking his head as he faces forward. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
His bedroom is spacious, featuring another wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, and also sticks to a neutral color scheme; his neatly made bed is king-size with bedside tables on either side and lamps atop them, spotting a dresser, a closet, and a door you assume leads to an en suite—the pièce de résistance that really pulls the place together are the panels of mirrors directly over the bed.
“I like the horny—”
“They came with the apartment,” he cuts you off.
“Well, if you hate the mirror, why don’t you move the bed?” There’s enough room for him to place it somewhere else.
Standing at the end of his massive bed, he turns to you, his dark eyes on yours.
“Because I’d like a chance to use it.” His tongue peeks between his lips.
“Wait, you haven’t fucked in here?” You have a hard time believing that.
He sighs. “When would I have time?” he asks. “I’m always fucking busy or too fucking tired—I hate saying it, but I’m getting old.”
“Javi, you’re not even forty. You’re not old.”
“I feel old.” He pouts.
Taking a step forward to press your body into his, you rub your hands up his chest.
“Well, I think you’re young and sexy, and I’d love to use the mirror with you.”
He’s crookedly smiling, his hands on your hips.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Can I take off your clothes?”
“Sure.”
The nerves are back with a vengeance.
Capturing your lips in a kiss, his palms move up your back, easily working down the zipper on your dress and helping to get it off your arms, where it falls, pooling around your feet. His mouth makes a wet path along your jaw while his fingers unhook your black lacy bra, where it quickly joins your dress—you’d been thankful you had one set of cute matching lingerie, Javi’s mouth moving down your neck to your chest.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, placing a soft kiss over your thudding heart.
“Yes,” you answer, confused about where to put your hands, so you rest them on your waist. “You can, um, touch me anywhere. I don’t mind.”
He takes your tits into his hands, lightly massaging them while kissing the tops. When he sucks a pebbled nipple between his lips, you gasp at the shock of pleasure that shoots to your cunt—it feels so good as he sucks and nibbles at the hard bud, moving to the other to give it the same attention, your fingers ending up in his hair, unable to keep from moaning.
You can feel your heart beating at the apex of your eyes, your panties feeling wet, and your desire thrumming in your core.
His hot mouth continues its worship of your breasts, Javier grabbing your dominant hand and moving it down your body and under the elastic of your panties, having you slide two fingers through your wet slit.
His lips leave you. “Feel how wet you are?” he asks, having you make another pass.
“Yes,” you breathe, your eyes closed.
“Does it feel good, Hermosa (beautiful)?”
“Yes.”
“While I suck on your gorgeous tits, I want you to rub right here.” He places two of your fingertips over your clit. “Do what feels good, but don’t be too gentle.”
“What do you mean?”
“Here.” Slowly, he has you start circling the nub, your breath catching in your throat. “It feels good,” he says, and you agree. “But you’re being too nice. Go faster and apply more pressure—don’t be afraid to fuck it up.” With that, you do as he instructed, your fingers rubbing furiously against your bundle of nerves.
“Oh my god,” you moan at the pleasure coiling inside you.
“Good girl,” he purrs. “Keep doing that for me, baby.”
His mouth goes back to your breasts, and you feel like you’re losing your mind at how amazing the combined sensations feel. An odd tightening is happening in your center, getting tighter and tighter as every second passes.
“Something,” you gasp. “Something feels weird.”
His lips come off you with a pop.
“That’s good, Florecita. It means you’re close. Keep going, baby. Keep rubbing that pretty little clit and make yourself come. I want you to be my good girl and come for me.”
Whenever he calls you his ‘good girl,’ a pleasant tingle moves down your spine.
He’s back to sucking on your nipple while he rolls the other between his fingers, and the coil in your belly is winding so tight, it feels like something is going to happen, and it does—the coil snaps, and suddenly euphoria is overtaking your body feeling it spreading out from your center to your fingers and toes, Javier having to catch you when your legs give out, hugging you against him.
“There it is,” he murmurs in your hair. “My good fucking girl coming for me. I knew you’d do it. Fuck, you’re amazing.”
It takes you a minute to think a coherent thought and another to remember how to speak.
“I know this is only our first date,” your words are coming out slurred, “but I don’t wanna let you go, like ever. I really like you, and it’s not because you helped me come.”
“I don’t wanna let you go, either.” He kisses your head, hugging you tighter. “You wanna see where this will go?”
“You mean I can be your secret girlfriend?”
He snorts. “I’ll take you any fucking way I can get you—if I have to, I can switch you out with someone else’s secretary, and then it won’t be an issue.”
“You’d hate that.”
“I’d fucking hate that.”
“Let’s date in secret—that sounds fun. Having rendezvous’, making out in storage rooms, fucking in your office—”
“Fucking in my office?”
“The door’s got a lock. Lunchtime quickies. Especially on days when you’re stressed.”
“You’re perfect.”
“I’m horny, and I’d really like to see what you can do with this.” Your palm rubs over the front of his jeans, feeling him hard and straining against the zipper.
He groans, and the sound goes straight to your pussy.
“Can you stand?” he asks.
Your legs are working fine now, putting all your weight on them.
“Yeah.”
His arms loosen around you to meet your gaze.
“Do you wanna undress me?”
“Yes.” You nod. “Am I allowed to touch you?”
“You can do any fucking thing you want to me.”
His answer makes you smile. “How romantic.”
It’s a little nerve-wracking having his attention on you as you work open the buttons on his shirt, his hands soothingly rubbing over your bare hips.
“Relax,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheek. His lips are at your ear as you finish unbuttoning him and untuck his button-up from his jeans. “You’re doing good.” His breath tickles your skin. “All you’re doing is getting my clothes off.”
He calms you, but now you’re trying to figure out the logistics of getting the shirt off him.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re ridiculously broad?”
He huffs in amusement, standing to his full height to look at your face while he smiles.
“No one has told me that.”
Now, you’re able to push the button-up off his shoulders and pull it to fall from his arms onto the floor.
There’s a lot of golden skin in front of you, your eyes taking in the freckles, and his soft belly with the tantalizing trail of hair below his navel leading down into his jeans.
“I’ve always wondered what you were hiding under those suits,” you murmur, rubbing your hands along the warm skin of his shoulders, down his chest, to his stomach. “And I’m not disappointed.”
“I love how you look naked, too.”
The comment makes you duck your head, feeling heat creep up your neck.
His fingers go under your chin, tilting your face up to see his warm expression.
“I mean it,” he says. “You’re beautiful, and I need you to believe me.”
The truth is clear in his eyes, yet it’s hard to accept he thinks that.
“I know you’re not lying to me.” Your gaze shifts to stare over his shoulder at the bare cream-colored wall. “No one’s ever wanted me,” you say quietly. “No one ever looked at me as more than a friend. My first date? Was with this guy I was best friends with from elementary through high school. I was madly in love with him, and he saw me as nothing more than the sister he never had. We only went on the date because it was our senior prom, and neither of us had dates, so we went together. No one has ever wanted me.”
“I want you,” he replies with conviction, so there’s no doubt. “I want you, all of you.”
It makes you sigh. “And that honestly is insane to me.”
“I’m not liking whatever this shit is where you think I’m too attractive for you, or whatever the fuck it is,” he says, his hands going to his belt, hearing him unbuckling it. Your eyes flick back to his, and you’re greeted with the grumpy expression you’re used to seeing at work. He pops open the button on his jeans, and you hear the teeth pull apart as he unzips them, making you gulp.
“Are you mad at me?” you ask.
“What?” His face pinches in confusion, pushing his pants down, and you can’t help but look—he’s not wearing underwear. Bobbing between his legs is his sizable hard-on that has your eyes rounding at wondering how it would fit inside you. “No, I’m not mad at you, baby—fuck, the way you’re staring at my dick is driving me crazy.” He steps out of his jeans and does the awkward dance of getting his socks off.
“I’m trying to figure out how you’re gonna get that thing inside me.”
He chuckles, his bare feet planted on the floor, putting his hands on his hips.
“I’ll tell you, and you can keep touching me if you want, but first—” He closes the distance to have your bodies practically touching, his dick pressing into your stomach, while his palms come up to hold your cheeks, your own going over his. “—creo que eres hermosa y te deseo (I think you’re beautiful and I want you). Eres muy hermosa (You’re very beautiful). Te he deseado por mucho tiempo, y no sabes lo feliz que estoy de finalmente tenerte (I’ve wanted you for a long time and you don’t know how happy I am to finally have you).”
“¿En serio (Really)?” you ask.
“Sí (Yes).” He nods. “Estaba chingado desde la primera vez que te vi (I was fucked from the first time I saw you.”
“No, estás mintiendo (No, you’re lying).”
“Sabes que no lo estoy y tu también estabas igual de chingada cuando me conociste (You know I’m not and you were also just as fucked when you met me). Admítelo (Admit it).”
“Por supuesto que estaba y aparentemente fui muy obvio al respecto (Of course I was, and apparently I was very obvious about it).”
He grins, and an adorable dimple appears in his cheek. “Así era yo (So was I).”
Your eyes narrow. “How were you obvious, Javier?”
He gives you a look. “Remember when I had that meeting with HR, uh, a month or so ago?”
“Yeah?”
“Apparently, people are under the impression we’re fucking.”
“What?”
“Yeah, caught me off guard, too. I guess I treat you differently than everyone else and act differently.” He shrugs. “I told them we just have a close professional relationship, and I’d do nothing untoward to jeopardize it.”
“You say with your hard dick jabbing me.” Reaching down, you wrap your fingers around him, Javi’s mouth falling open—he’s hot to the touch, hard like steel, and smooth as velvet, slowly stroking him.
His throat works as he swallows. “Got them off my ass.”
“Good, now tell me how you’re getting this—” You squeeze him, and he groans. “—into me.”
“Fuck, if you’ll let me, I’ll eat your pussy and use my fingers to loosen you up. Once I think you’re ready, I’ll get some lube to make fucking you as painless as possible.”
“You want to go down on me?”
He’s smirking under his perfectly trimmed mustache.
“I’d love to go down on you. I wanna see how you taste,” he answers with a wink.
It makes arousal stir in your belly at the thought.
“Okay. I’d like that.”
His lips descend on yours, kissing you while his hands grab your waist to turn you both so your back is to the bed, guiding you until your legs bump into it. One moment, his mouth is on yours, and the next, it’s not when he lifts you by the thighs onto the mattress with a grunt, pushing you further onto it.
“Head on the pillow in the middle,” he orders, tapping your hip.
Crawling back, you do as he says, Javi climbing up after you.
He’s on his knees, the bed dipping as he moves toward you, his big hands latching around your calves to spread your legs. He picks up one, bending and turning his head to kiss your inner ankle, keeping his eyes on yours while his lips blaze a trail along your leg to your knee. It feels like electricity is under your skin where he touches, it prickling, his mustache tickling you and making you squirm a little. He brings the other leg up and makes the same journey from ankle to knee that has you biting your lip and wishing he’d touch you where you are pulsing.
His eyes are so dark hardly any of the familiar chocolate brown remains, excitement bubbling in you when he opens your legs further apart and moves to lie between them, setting them up on his broad shoulders. You’re still wearing your lacy panties, and he shoves his beautiful nose into them, feeling as he inhales deeply and groans, his head moving side to side, nudging your clit, the sensation causing you to dig your fingers into the bedding.
He must get to the point where he can’t wait any longer, sitting up enough to tug your underwear down and off one leg before he’s back in position. For some odd reason, you suddenly feel self-conscious, shy, and embarrassed about being completely nude, hiding your eyes behind your hands.
Javi rubs along your sides in comfort.
“Are you having second thoughts?” he asks gently.
“No,” you answer.
“Is it being naked?”
“Yes.”
“I love your body, and I’ve told you I think you’re beautiful. Would you be more comfortable wearing one of my shirts?”
“Um, yeah, but I want to do this naked. It’s just new...”
“Don’t force yourself,” he replies, kissing your inner thigh.
This tiny conversation has made you feel much better, lowering your hands. Staring at the ceiling, you can see your naked body, and Javi’s lying between your legs in the mirror.
“I’m not.” Sitting up on your elbows, you want to look at him, a reassuring smile on your face. “Okay, I’m ready.”
His eyes lock on yours.
“Promise me, you’ll stop me if I do something you don’t like.”
“I promise.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, and you shiver.
With two fingers, he spreads open the lips of your pussy, and looks at it with a hungry gaze, wetting his lips like he can’t wait to taste.
“So fucking pretty,” he says. “I’m gonna make you feel good—need to get you really wet.”
Suddenly, you watch his jaw flex, him spitting onto your clit, you gasping at the warm saliva slowly dripping down toward your entrance. A loud moan leaves you when he dives in, his tongue licking a hot stripe up through your center, feeling the vibrations of his groans. It’s different, odd, new, and you can’t get enough. He has to lock an arm over your stomach to keep you from moving as he goes to work, lapping all over your folds, tracing every bit of your sensitive skin to get all your arousal from the source.
“You taste so good,” his words are said against your cunt.
Heat races up your spine as he sucks your clit between his lips, flicking his tongue over it with his pleasure-addled gaze on yours—it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, and it’s so good, every nerve in your body alight in bliss, your belly starting to tighten.
“Oh my god,” you gasp. “It feels so good. I think you’re gonna make me come again.”
Your heels dig into his back, your toes curl, fisting your hands in the comforter for something to hold on to while your thighs tremble. Somehow, he just knows how to take you apart, finding a rhythm that’s turning you into a mess.
There are a few seconds where his mouth leaves you to suck on his fingers before he goes right back to working you over; your jaw’s slack, your skin’s heated, and there’s tension in your belly that’s rapidly growing. He carefully starts pressing one thick digit inside you, your eyes snapping shut as you whimper at the new sensation, so tight he has to wiggle it in order to get all the way in—his tongue is teasingly flicking over your sensitive bundle of nerves and counteracting the slight discomfort of his finger, eliciting soft sounds from your parted lips.
It takes some time to get used to the foreign feeling, it slowly turning into pleasure and fanning the growing flames in your tummy. Sucking hard on your clit, another digit slips inside, your body jerking at the intrusion and the stretch it causes, whimpering.
“Relax, baby,” he says. “Your pretty little pussy is taking my fingers so well.”
His mouth is back on you, and it’s a tight fit for his fingers, but thankfully, you’re wet enough it eases in, and he languidly works them until your body relaxes, and he’s easily pumping them in and out of you.
It’s embarrassing how he reduces you to a mewling mess with how amazing he’s making you feel.
“You’re doing so good for me,” his muffled voice says into your pussy.
His mouth, his fingers, your stomach is bunching up into tight knots, knowing it will not take much more to get you there—it’s insane that before today, you’d never been able to make yourself come, and here’s this man on the precipice of making you orgasm for a second time.
You’re ruined.
He’s ruined you for anyone else.
His fingers twist and scissor to stretch you out, making you whimper, grabbing his hand on your tummy that he squeezes back. He crooks his digits, and on the next pass, he slides against something that has your back arching and eyes blurring with stars, moaning his name loudly.
“There it is,” he groans into your skin. “Come for me, Florecita. Give me another.”
His arm is like a band of iron holding you down as you writhe.
It’s all too much—what he’s doing to you, hearing the squelching of his fingers, the obscene slurping noises, and the rough sounds coming from his throat. Your body is quivering uncontrollably, and then you’re shattering, falling back onto the pillow with your arms giving out, pleasure surging through you as you come with a silent cry. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, your brain a blissful haze.
His face comes up, his voice a rough rasp, “Good girl.” His fingers are still working inside you. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”
Your eyes are closed, riding out the high, and you’re starting to believe he actually does think you’re beautiful. Was there a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you he was saying all the sweet things just to get into your pants? Yes. But you’re almost positive he genuinely has feelings for you and does find you attractive. He’s given you so many opportunities to back out and offered to let you wear one of his shirts so you’d be more comfortable—guys who only want to get laid aren’t that kind.
Javier obviously cares about you, which has you feeling over the moon.
You’re coming down, your body starting to relax, and your heartbeat slowing.
“Come up here and kiss me,” you say, sounding drunk and doing grabby hands at him.
He chuckles, his fingers slipping out of you, and he gets out from under your legs. His mouth ghosts a trail of kisses over the soft skin of your belly to your chest and along your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake until his hips are resting between your thighs and his face is over yours, smelling your musk on him.
“You’re gonna boss me around at work and home?” he asks, kissing your chin, the question causing your heart to skip a beat.
At work and home.
“Maybe.” You wrap your arms around him, feeling his hard cock pressing into your belly. “Someone's gotta do it.”
“Mmm, I like it when you boss me around.” He kisses your cheek.
“Kiss me.”
His lips press to your other cheek, your eyes opening to glare at him.
“I said kiss me,” you order.
“I am kissing you.” A peck to your jaw.
You pinch his ass, and he chuckles. “Please kiss me on the mouth.”
He’s smiling. “I can do that.”
His lips claim yours in a hot, open-mouthed kiss, running your fingers through his hair and moaning at tasting yourself on him. His tongue plunders your mouth, licking the edges of your teeth and tangling with your own, Javi’s hips slowly rutting into you to ease his throbbing dick leaking on your skin. There’s an ache you’re feeling deep in your core that needs to be filled, and you know he’s the only one who can ease it.
Coming up for air, he kisses along your jaw, nibbling on your chin.
“Javi?” his name comes out breathy.
Immediately, his head moves into your vision with a look of concern.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I want you to fuck me.” Your lip pulls between your teeth.
“Are you sure? I can finger you some more.”
Smiling, you stroke his cheek. “Javi, please fuck me.”
“Okay.” He nods. “Let me grab a condom and some lube.” He starts to move, and you stop him by grabbing his arm.
“You’re clean?” you ask.
“Yeah.”
“I’m on birth control—it helps with my periods. I’m obviously clean, too, and okay without the condom if you are.”
His eyes go a little wide, and he swallows hard. “You’d let me fuck you bare?”
“I trust you and want to know what it feels like without the barrier. Is that okay?”
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re on birth control?”
“Yes.” You nod. “The pills are in my purse if you want proof.”
“I believe you. Shit, yeah, it’s okay. I’m kicking myself in the ass right now for not asking you out sooner.”
“Because you could’ve been having a lot of condomless sex?” you ask with an arched brow.
He frowns. “I care about more than sex,” he answers defensively. “You know I care about more than sex, right? I’d be happy with cuddling with you in bed or on the couch and talking if you didn’t want to fuck right now—hell, I’d be happy falling asleep with you. It’s as long as you’re with me, and I wish I would’ve asked you out sooner so I could’ve had more time with you outside of work.”
What he says makes you feel like you’re floating—you knew his feelings were genuine.
“Oh, I know you care about more than sex,” you reply right away. “To be honest, you’re very dreamy, Javier. Like, you make me swoon. I’ve thought about investing in a fainting couch.” He snorts. “But, seriously—” Your palm presses to his jaw. “I know you care about more than sex. I mean, there was that time you had soup delivered to my apartment when I was sick, and now that I know where you live geographically, you had to drive really out of your way to carpool with me for that one week.” When the usual person you rode with was out with a bad flu.
“That was a good week.” He smiles, turning his head to kiss your palm. “And the flowers.”
Your eyebrows crease. “What flowers?”
His eyes sparkle. “The bouquet on your birthday.”
“The mystery bouquet was you?” you ask in disbelief.
It’d been a large, beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers whose card only wished you a happy birthday with no name or idea of who’d sent them.
“Yeah.”
“Javier, you ridiculously sweet man.” Sitting up, you kiss him, something tender and loving. Breaking apart, you say, “Okay, now I can see how you obviously like me. I have no idea how I missed it.”
His lips turned down, Javi sighing. “You didn’t see it ‘cause you convinced yourself I wouldn’t be interested in you.”
“And the whole you being my boss and figuring you wouldn’t break the rules. Now I’ve learned not to make assumptions.”
“Fuck the rules.”
“Aren’t you the rebel. What do you want to do?”
He looks confused. “Huh?”
“All night, you’ve been focusing on me, and I want to know what you want to do. Would you prefer cuddling naked and talking, or do you wanna have sex?”
“Sex,” he answers immediately, making you giggle.
“Which are you more excited about, taking my virginity or fucking me bare?”
“Fucking without a condom. I’m happy I get to be your first so I can make sure it’s good for you, but I’m really fucking excited to be inside you with nothing on.”
“I’m really excited to feel you inside me with nothing on, and I’m happy you’re my first, too. I wanted you to do it because I knew you’d take care of me.”
What you say makes him smile. “I am. Let me get what I need.” Quickly, he pecks you on the lips before moving off of you, the mattress jostling as he heads toward the bedside table on the left side of the bed. He’s stretching and reaching inside the drawer, returning to you with a small bottle, kneeling between your spread legs. “I’m just gonna use my fingers to make sure you’re ready,” he says, popping the cap and slicking up his digits.
Looking in the mirror above, you watch and feel as he presses in one that goes in easily, then a second. His attention is on you, his focus alternating between his fingers buried inside your wet cunt, and the expressions your face is making as he slides in a third that stretches you more than before and really tests your limits, reveling in the burn. His other hand is rubbing your thigh. “Relax, baby,” he says, pushing them in and out and spreading them. There’s a thin layer of sweat on your skin, and it takes a second for you to do as he told you. “Do you still want me to fuck you?” he asks.
You nod your head in answer.
“Words, Florecita. I need to hear it.”
“Yes, Javi. I want you.” More than anything, you leave out.
“I think you’re ready.” He removes his hand. “If it hurts too much or you want me to stop, tell me, and I will immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Javi.”
“Good girl.”
The bottle being opened sounds again, seeing Javi in the mirror stroking lube onto his hard shaft, it glistening in the lights of the room. Your heart is hammering in your chest over what’s about to happen, nerves fluttering all about in your tummy so rapidly you think they might get out.
He shuffles forward a little, rubbing the tip of his cock through the wetness between your folds.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Yes.”
It’s sweet that he moves to have his body over yours, holding himself on one arm beside your head while the other hand notches himself at your entrance—he distracts you by pressing his soft lips against yours in a searing kiss as he slowly starts sliding into you. He has you moaning into his mouth as he fills you, your tight walls stretching around him to accommodate his girth, digging your fingernails into his shoulders. Surprisingly, there’s no pain; Instead, you’re wondering how much more of him you can take with how insanely full you already feel when he’s barely halfway in.
When his hips finally meet yours, you can’t breathe.
It’s almost too much for you and bordering on overwhelming.
The kiss ends, his eyes searching yours while his words come out strained, noticing the sweat on his brow, his bangs sticking to his forehead, “Are you okay?”
Finally, you suck in air. “So big,” you gasp.
He looks worried. “Is it too much? Do you want me to pull out?”
“No.” You shake your head. “I just need a second.”
“Okay.” He kisses the tip of your nose, then sweetly nuzzles his face against yours. “You feel better than I imagined. I could stay like this for hours, having your tight little pussy warming my dick. You’re so fucking tight and wet, squeezing me like a goddamn vice. Once I get going, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last ‘cause this perfect cunt is gonna milk me dry.”
Everything he’s saying has arousal thrumming in your veins, your body getting used to having him inside you to the point you need him to do something, anything at all.
“Move,” you tell him.
His eyes meet yours, a flush covering his cheeks. “Okay.” He hitches one of your legs high on his hip, then the other, your heels resting at the small of his back. You can feel the splay of muscle under your calves work as he does an experimental roll of his hips, the angle putting pressure on your clit, pulling a moan from your throat at the pleasure.
“You feel so good,” his voice is breathy. “So fucking perfect.” He’s thrusting slowly, and you can tell he’s holding himself back, his face ending up in the crook of your neck. “You’re so fucking perfect and beautiful.” He groans, and the sound makes you clench, him pausing with a hiss. “Shit, don’t do that, or this will end quickly.”
“Sorry,” you mumble.
“It’s okay.” He kisses your cheek. “Fuck, when you come, you’re probably taking me with you.”
That has a thrill rolling through you.
He starts back up again, going slow, languid, feeling every ridge and vein on his cock as it presses into spots of bliss you weren’t even aware existed—the beginning of an orgasm is starting to take shape in your center, your toes curled up tight and needing more to get yourself there.
“Faster,” you say.
Gradually, he picks up speed until there’s a wet slap of skin against skin, and he’s grunting in your ear, his thrusts steady, hard, and fast, the muscles in your belly tightening. All you can do is hang onto his shoulders, your mouth open as his name spills from it in gasping moans, chanting it over and over again. He’s pushing in so deep you’re sure he’s rearranging your guts in order to make himself fit.
His dick is moving in and out of you at a punishing pace, flooding your system with pleasure, unable to think about anything else except how you’re being wrecked by the man above you.
In the mirror on the ceiling, you can see him fucking you—the way the muscles in his back are moving just under his golden skin, the glistening layer of perspiration shining in the light, the redness on his shoulders from your nails scratching at them, and add in the sounds—the rhythmic bang of his headboard hitting the wall, the mattress springs squeaking beneath you both, the wet suck of him working his cock in and out of your pussy, his rough noises, and your softer ones; it’s all utterly obscene and rocketing you toward your release with how it turns you on.
One time, and you’re addicted.
You want Javi to show you more—try out different positions and teach you new things, wanting to make him feel as good as he’s making you feel right this second. This has awakened something in you that’s hungry, and you want to feed it.
His strong arm wraps around your back, and you squeak in surprise when he rolls you both so you’re on top, keeping himself buried to the hilt in your sopping cunt. Your knees are bracketing his hips, hands on his chest for leverage, and Javi doesn’t make you think about what you need to do; his large palms grab your ass, using his strength to work you up and down his slick cock.
Somehow, he’s deeper like this, your mouth falling open, and helping him by rising and falling on your own as you keen.
Sweat is coating both of you, seeing drops caught in Javi’s happy trail, loving the flush that starts on his chest and moves up his neck to his cheeks, the flexed muscles in his arms defined—from the look on his face you’d think he’s in pain, his eyes glazed over in lust and shifting between watching you ride him and looking up at the mirror. It gives you the idea to lean back and hold yourself up with your hands on his thighs to give him a better view as you bounce in his lap.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re fucking gorgeous taking my dick so well,” he says the words through panted breaths. Your climax is near, getting closer and closer with every deep kiss of his cock inside you. “Are you gonna come for me? Are you gonna let me feel you come around my dick? You gonna take me with you? Come on, Florecita, give it to me.”
His calloused thumb circles your clit so perfectly that it has you falling over the edge, coming with a loud moan of his name, laying forward onto him. Your inner walls tighten around him, hearing Javi groan, euphoria exploding out from your core to spread to your limbs, your mind going blissfully blank.
Javier firmly grips your ass, grunting as his hips thrust upwards frantically to chase his own high.
He says something you don’t register, a sharp slap to your asscheek quickly following to get your attention.
“What?” you ask.
“Gonna come,” he says through his teeth. “Need you to get off.”
That made little sense to you since you discussed how you’re on the pill.
“Come inside me.”
A pained noise leaves him, his rhythm stuttering. “Fuck, are you sure?”
“Yes, come inside me, Javi.”
His orgasm must catch him off guard with how long and strained his moan is as he comes, his hands pulling you down hard and flush against him—it surprising you how you’re able to feel his cock thicken and jerk, the hot spurts of his spend filling and coating your inner depths.
His chest is rising and falling hard beneath you, welcoming his arms that hug you close to his body, your face tucked into his neck and content on where you’re at, not wanting to move—with how your arms and legs feel like they’re made of Jell-O, there’s a chance you couldn’t move if you wanted to.
There’s no way your first time could've been better—it was perfect.
Minutes pass as you both share in the relaxing post-coital bliss, your hand ending up in his hair where you play with the sweat-damp strands, Javi humming appreciatively.
“How was it?” he finally asks, his voice rough.
“Amazing,” you reply, not sounding any better.
His head turns, kissing your forehead. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. How long before you’re able to go again…?”
A huff of air leaves his nose. “Am I in for a long night, Florecita?”
“You’re in for a long weekend, Javier.”
“One time, and you’re fucking insatiable,” he chuckles.
“The one time was life-changing, and I want you to show me all the things I’ve been missing out on.”
“Your pussy is probably gonna be sore tomorrow, and you won’t want me touching it.”
There’s already an ache.
“True, so tomorrow we can go over the art of sucking your dick and hand jobs?”
He sounds amused, “We can do that, and I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Yes, I’ve gotta have that breakfast.”
“And I want to take you out to dinner.”
It takes you a second to process what he said.
“Like on a date?”
“Yes, Florecita. I want to take you out on a proper date.”
Moving your face over his to meet his eyes, you reply, “Where will you take me so nobody from work will see us?”
His hands rub over your back.
“I know some places only locals go to. I can also take you to a different city if that will make you feel better.”
“I trust you.”
A serious look came over his face, his hand coming up to slide along your cheek.
“I’m really fucking busy with work,” he says.
“I’m intimately aware.”
He nods, sighing. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good at being your boyfriend.”
“Are you gonna cheat on me?”
He looks offended. “What? No. If I’m with someone, I’m with them and them only.”
“That’s good. When you’re not busy with work, will you want to spend time with me?”
“Even when I'm working, I want to spend time with you.”
“You’re so sweet,” you reply, pecking him on the tip of his nose. “I know you’re a busy man, Javi. The way I imagined this going down is we’d spend time together on lunches and breaks at work. I can either keep you company and rack up overtime at the office when you stay late, or we can come here for you to continue working, and I’ll do my best not to distract you.”
There’s a curious expression on his face. “How would you distract me?”
“I don’t know, maybe walk around your apartment in little to no clothing?”
He wet his bottom lip. “I think I’ll start working after hours at home more…”
His horniness makes you laugh. “You’re adorable. Then, on the rare occasions you actually have a night or day off, we’ll do stuff.”
“It’s not gonna bother you we won’t have a traditional relationship?”
“I’ve never been in one, so no,” you answer with a shrug. “I mean, we already spend basically all of our time together; this just changes our dynamic and means I can kiss you whenever I want.”
He smiles. “Yes, you can.” His hand gently pulls you down for a kiss. Separating after some seconds, he says, “We need to get you cleaned up.”
“Right.” You also needed to empty your bladder since that was important after sex.
“There’s a huge fucking tub in my bathroom, so I’ll run us a bath, and afterward, I want you to drink some water and have a snack.”
“It’s surprising to me you have food here. I honestly thought you survived on coffee and cigarettes.”
A sigh leaves him. “I usually remember to eat breakfast and dinner… The people who clean this place also buy my groceries, so yeah, I’ve got food here. I’ll make you something to eat.”
“That’s very sweet of you,” you reply, kissing him briefly. “Thank you.”
“And I’ll give you a tour—there’s not much, but I’ll show you everything.”
“I’d love that,” you say with a smile.
“Then you can tell me what you want to do next.”
“I wanna rub your back.” With how tense he always is and the sounds he makes getting out of chairs, you know it has to bother him.
His eyes get bigger. “Okay.”
“Work out some of that tension, and after, if you’re up for it, there’s this position I saw in a dirty movie where the woman was on her hands and knees, and the guy was just really giving it to her from behind and spanking her, and I wanna know what that’s like.”
He’s staring blankly at you like his brain has stopped working.
“Javi?”
It gets his attention.
“When my job’s finished down here?” he says.
“Yeah…?”
His hands cradle your face, his eyes staring deeply into yours.
“I want you to come home with me, back to the States.” You didn’t expect him to say that. “I’ve had you by my side for months,” he continues, “and now that we’re together, I don’t want to go home without you.”
“We just started dating…”
“And I already know I’m going to marry you.”
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miguel o’hara x shy! wife hcs
-very cute/fluffy/suggestive!!
minimal words spoken, you give short curt phrases but you are literally a woman of a few words <3 your actions speak louder than words
always writing him love letter or leaving cute love notes scattered all over the apartment to let miguel know how much you dearly love him since you find yourself struggling to be more verbal about it (you try and it works with time)
miguel writes back on the cute love notes you leave around the house such as “thank you mi hermosa preciosa” “eres mi mundo y mi reina” “yo te amo mucho!” just sweet affirmations
sometimes you stumble on your words or stutter a bit when you tell miguel how much you love him & he finds it cute when you do that, he’ll slightly squish your cheeks or cup your face to plant a kiss on your lips which turns you into a blushing mess 🧞♀️
you LOVEEE writing so you always write him poems or haikus, and you either read them out loud to him or have him read them while you’re both cuddling in bed together
every time the you’re around other spider people (you’re a non-spider person) they always asks how you fell for miguel since he seems like a totally different person at work but you tell them he’s actually a sweetheart he just needs to warm up to others & he’ll eventually open up slowly
cute little picnic dates whether it is at the park or the rooftop of a building miguel had taken you too
when he isn’t busy he’ll suit up and hold you by the waist as he swings through the city !! your guys favorite pastime together and you get to stargaze together 🔭
very outspoken when you’re excited about something and miguel cherishes that side of you even though you’re very much a quiet/reserved person :3
nsfw: miguel cages your head while he fucks you because you tend to be a blabbing/whimpering mess while you avoid eye contact so he does that because he loves seeing your face contort in pleasure. “please, i need to see you when i’m in you, mi vida..”
he will hold your chin in place so you don’t look away because he needs to see you and he loves seeing your face, so don’t be shy!!
spooning, missionary, mating press, or riding him are very intimate positions that you and miguel enjoy very much <33
he actually praises and worships you a lot, he will rarely degrade you but when he does it’s just soft dirty talking—he’s never said anything vulgar to you because you’re not that into it & that’s okay!
miguel’s safe space is you 🧘🏽♀️🫶🏽
tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii @meeom @sabcandoit @obi-mom-kenobi
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Can you do nsfw and sfw head canons for Ethan Edward and mark estapa? ( btw love you account I’ve been stalking it for the last hour😂💕)
misc. headcanons, ee73
i used this one for eddy! another is coming for mark asap <3 (and thank you!)
meeting at the coffee shop you work at and he was originally planning on getting his regular but when he saw you he buffered
“what’s your go to? i was thinking of trying something new,”
you ask wether he likes cold or hot drinks, sweet or bitter, if there’s anything he definitely would not drink and he thinks your little lineup of questions is so sweet
you’re clearly a little nervous that he won’t like it once you ring it up and you pick at your nails when he first tries it
“you’ve got good taste… y/n,” he nods to your name tag
maybe the person taking you off comes up and tells you you’re good to go home and ethan takes the risk and orders another drink
“come sit with me?”
you talk for so long and when you laugh he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven
you exchange numbers and over the course of the semester, the relationship grows and you guys start dating
he’s so sweet
he buys you flowers and little trinkets he sees that he thinks you’ll like
he wants you at every possible home game, tucked in the corner by the glass where he can see you for good luck
you guys have after school naps at soph house - mark is sick of you guys being all cute and lovey
he lays on his back and you’re always tucked into his side with his arm around you
playing with his hair is your favourite thing
there’ll be times where that’s all you do for hours, just lay in his arms and twist his hair around your fingers while you talk about nothing important
he loves !! sweet nothings
his love language is probably quality time or touch but words of affirmation is definitely up there
“so pretty. my girl,” “you’re perfect, angel,”
sometimes after work you just need to sit in his arms and let him trace shapes on your shoulders and back in silence
customer service is draining and he does well with understanding that
if you’re overstimulated or tired he’s so good with boundaries and not making you more irritable
sexually, he can be a lot of different things depending on what you’re in the mood for
he loves it when you ride him but he’s perfectly happy putting in the work
he’s an ass/thigh man and i will be taking no criticism on that
kissing your thighs? heaven
leaving love bites on your thighs? he might as well have passed away from bliss
being between your thighs? having them squeeze his head? he thinks there’s no better place to be at any point in time
you riding his thigh, and he gets to sit back and tense his leg to tease you? he’d take that over actual american dollars
he is in college, and he’s used to hookups and therefore inexperienced with his mouth
however, after some trial and error, and him learning how to read your reactions to things, he’s so good
in the first bit of your relationship all he wants to do is practice
“i wanna be able to make you feel good,” while he’s literally got his nose buried into your clit for the third consecutive day
when he finally gets the reaction he’s been working towards - unbridled moans and mumbled of his name while you squirm and squeeze his head with your thighs
he lets up for one whole day before he’s kissing down your body again cause ‘he misses how pretty you taste’
he wants to try new things and get good at them all the time which is truly a blessing cause you won’t spare his feeling and say you came and he will get you there
sometimes on rougher nights he just moves you around at his will
for a college guy he’s well built and it’s both nice to look at and convenient
he likes it when you scratch at him
if he’s not getting absolutely flamed in the dressing room for being full of nail marks then he’s doing something wrong
you always feel bad when you see them and he’s like are you kidding?? i made you feel that good. this is my medal
he likes to guide your head when you’re going down on him
he’ll bury his hand in your hair or wrap it around his fist and slowly move you up and down on him
he’s not vocal in the beginning of your relationship, until you ask if it doesn’t feel good and he realizes you like him vocal
now he’s so used to letting it all out that being quiet is his least favourite thing on the entire planet
aftercare consists of a shower or bath with tons and tons of cuddling, forehead kisses and sweet praises
in conclusion; eddy 🤭
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Call me your angel
Lucifer Morningstar x human!reader
A/n: i love fics that just randomly come to me. In this case I was scrolling through the Lucifer tag like a starved animal (realized I’m practically the main user of it btw) and came across this post by: @masscared-star and immediately thought of some cute sort of intimate conversation scene simply because of that beautiful back-facing drawing. So this is whatever that idea was! Beautiful art btw!<3
Again special thanks to @pebbleswritessometimes and @v3nusxsky for helping me brainstorm and with the general writing process as always.
Warnings: Lucifer’s a little closed off, aludes slightly to sex (barely), non-sexual intimacy, slight insecurity, Lucifer suffering bc of their own mind.
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“…you look so pretty..” Lucifer’s attention was captured by your barely whispered words. They were lost in their own mind, always thinking about something, there wasn’t a moment they lived without so much running through their mind. So much you would probably never know.
‘You know enough’, they said. ‘You know what you have to. You know what you really want to.’ Though it wasn’t quite true. You’d never know enough about them. There wasn’t an amount you could know about them without wanting for more.
You wanted to study each and every part of them and their complicated mind. You wanted to understand and feel whatever they did. To feel tethered to this wonderful being. But you know better. And so do they. There is a price to pay with that much knowledge, with all that power.
Maybe in far into the future, you’d finally know everything about the devil, maybe you could have a sliver of understanding for all of it. But for each thing there is time, unlimited time at that. So you had no rush. Lucifer felt comfort in knowing that.
The feeling of your warm hands wrapping around their back and just over their stomach made a slight shiver run through their body, their wings fluttering at the contact.
Your chest pressed against their back, wrapping them in a familiar and warm embrace. And in that moment you felt every running thought leave their mind as they relaxed into your embrace. Their ever-powerful wings rested against their back, against you.
“I wouldn’t know what it feels like.. I have my fair supply of never-ending thoughts. Insecurities and such. Curiosities mostly.”
Immediately, they knew you were observing them. Reading their behaviors. You already knew, or at least had an idea of what was on their mind.
“It’s not all that different from yours then.. no, not truly.” You nodded, they continued.
“Curiosity brought me here.” You disagree. But arguing that would be pointless, you have a thousand times before. “Why do you humans wish to know and have an explanation for everything? The universe is so grand and complicated... sometimes I wish I knew nothing.”
That’s a hard sentiment to combat. You say nothing, letting their statement be just that. “We think we deserve to, maybe. Is it wrong to wonder about everything that was and brought us here? We all want to know about different things, mostly anyways. I wish to know all about you.”
“You deserve to.”
Their statement leaves you confused. Didn’t they just argue we really shouldn’t? That it’s foolish for a human to want to know and understand everything. “I don’t think we d-“
“No. You deserve to. But I fear knowing everything might cause more harm than good. I do not wish for you to understand my wretched mind. But I wish to offer you understanding… does that make any sense?”
Their hands meet your own, feather light touches trace your forearms and each hand, each finger even. Like they’re just admiring you. As if they hadn’t a thousand times before. As if they hadn't a few moments ago. Their hands wrap around your own.
You nod again.
“I’m not in the dark about you… I don’t feel as such either. Maybe it’s my human brain making me want to know it all, hm?” They playfully scoffed, amused by your behavior towards this topic.
“There is vast knowledge that lives in me. Greater than any human mind could ever comprehend. Greater than even I can truly understand. It certainly feels like a burden. But you welcome it and me with open arms, why?”
That idiot. How can somebody so smart be so stupid all at the same time?
“I don’t think you need a map to understand why I love and accept you, angel.” That made them pause. You felt them suck in a breath, and their heart just- stop. Granted it was something they did for your comfort, the devil doesn’t truly need a heartbeat. So there was no concern for their health, but fear for wondering if you went too far.
“..I call you my devil so often, I-..” you wished you could see their face now, it would give you a bit of an idea on how to continue. But you’d have to guess and trust you know them enough to know how they felt in that moment.
You felt a soft squeeze in your right hand, before their thumb began to gently caress the back of it. It made you sigh in relief. “I feel as if you’re my angel, in a way that is very personal to me and no one else.”
That felt nice, hearing your soft words, understanding more or less what you meant by it. “I like it... you may continue calling me that.”
“Call me your angel.” They spoke almost shyly, even through what you would often call their ‘fancy’ way of speaking (a habit you’ve also picked up after so long with them). It was thoroughly amusing to you.
“And so I will, my angel.” They felt the words whispered against their skin, something was oddly comforting about it, Lucifer wished to relish in it forever, bathe in the feeling of the warmth of your love. But that was no far fetched dream, this was it. That warmth was you. That warmth was theirs for all eternity.
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Yours Truly - Ominis Gaunt [Part 1]
Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x fem!Reader
Themes: Fluff
A/N: Hey guys! I think this request is really cute so I hope it comes out well.
Part 2, Part 3, Final Part (smut) and Final Part (fluff) are linked :)
“What’s that?” you ask, leaning over Ominis. He had been sitting in the Charms classroom when you walked in. He spins around, his shoulder bumping into you.
“Ah, (Y/N)!” He smiles and pats the bench next to him.
You sit down and lean over, looking at the book. It’s void of any print but the pages are covered dots. He slides the book a little closer to you.
“It’s One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. I have to write twenty inches on dittany and its uses…”
You furrow your brows and run your fingers over the pages. “What are these?”
He gently touches your fingers to understand what you’re asking about and laughs lightly. “The words. It’s braille.”
You tilt your head. “And this is how you can read without your wand?”
He nods. You think for a moment and grin.
After class if over you run to Hogsmede. If you can find a way to write in braille you can leave him notes. You walk into Tomes and Scrolls and run up to the shopkeeper.
“Mr. Brown! Do you have anything that would help me learn braille?”
He rubs his chin, thinking for a minute. He smiles and pulls the stairs out, looking at the top shelves. He returns a moment later with a black book, handing it to you. You thank him and pay, running back to your common room. You spend all night studying the book. Grabbing a piece of paper, you use a quill to poke holes in the paper to create the dots. You give it to your owl to drop off to Ominis, hoping he doesn’t recognize her.
***
As the owls fly over head, one drops a letter in Ominis’ lap. Sebastian leans over and picks it up.
“A love letter, eh?” he says, laughing.
Ominis’ flushes red and snatches it back, opening it. Sebastian looks at it and frowns.
“I can’t even read it. Not fair.”
Ominis furrows his brow and touches the paper. Braille…
My dearest Ominis,
I have been awake most nights wondering what I can say to express my feelings for you. I have worked hard to convey my message properly. The first time I travelled to Feldcroft I was visited by the smell of the sea and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. I have dreamt of us standing on the coast, hand in hand. I think of your hair blowing in the breeze, how warm you must be in the cold air… You have always been kind to me and I hope I am as kind to you. I hope to see you again soon.
Yours truly,
Anonymous
Ominis sets the papers down on the table and turns to Sebastian. “It…was a love letter…”
Sebastian laughs and nudges him. “Who is it from?”
Ominis shrugs. “Didn’t say.”
Sebastian picks up the papers, turning them over in his hands, shrugging.
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You sit down next to Ominis in Charms and lean in. “What’s the letter?”
He hands it to you and shrugs. “A love letter…It doesn’t say who from.”
You grab it and squeal. “Cute!! Oh Merlin, I have to know who it is.” You stare at the papers for a few seconds and sigh. “I can’t read this.”
He laughs and takes the papers back.
“Maybe you’ll get more and there will be hints.”
He nods and folds the letter back up, sliding it into his pocket. Who could it possibly be? And who would learn braille to send him a letter like that?
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Fic rec for my BFF, pt. 1
My best friend is currently watching 9-1-1. I've been trying to get her onboard the Buddie ship and she is graciously tolerating me. She's asked for some fic recs and so this is what I came up with! I did have to work with a few parameters to fit her taste, the most important one being nothing post season 3 cause that's where she's up to and she didn't want spoilers.
Hope you enjoy these bestie!
Canon to Canon Divergent
Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars
Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 123/? | 379K | Mature
This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.
THE canon fics to end all canon fics. I know it's still a WIP and it spans up to post-S6, but if you want a canon fic, that's the one to go for.
Leading with the Left by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
Canon Divergent, Different First Meeting, Stripper Buck | 84K | Explicit
When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico." And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.
One of my most re-read fics. The smut is impeccable. The angst is so good. Absolutely love this fic!
Your Scars and Your Lonely Heart by Taste_is_Sweet
Sentinels AU, Canon Divergent - Tsunami | 82K | Teen
Clara Williams just wanted to visit Pacific Park during her layover in Los Angeles. She never expected to find a young, exceptional Sentinel dying for lack of a bond. Actually, what she really never expected was a tsunami, or the same Sentinel to save her life. But Clara's a Guide, so now she's on a mission to keep Evan "Buck" Buckley alive until she can get him to Eddie Diaz, the Guide who should have bonded with him, but didn't. Because Clara can't bond with Buck, no matter how much she wants to. There's just one problem: Buck's convinced Eddie doesn't want him, and he might not survive long enough to find out the truth.
Another one of my most re-read fics! I had never read a Sentinels AU before and I fell in love with the concept!
the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies
Didn't Know They Were Dating, Post-S3 | 27K | General
“Didn’t know you were seeing someone.” Buck just laughs. Like, honest to god giggles. Eddie is stuck fighting off doubly massive waves of butterflies and confusion, all while Buck just gazes down at him. “That’s cute,” he hears Buck mumble, just before climbing into the truck, calling Eddie after him. - or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.
Don't know if you knew this, Marie, but Buddie is the #1 most tagged ship in the "Didn't Know They Were Dating" tag cause they're such idiots <3 and this is one of my favorite ones!
the weekly bet (but the forever kind) by theleftboobgrabber/ @theleftboobgrabber
Late S3, Getting Together | 49K | Explicit
“Thanks,” Eddie mumbles, hiding his face deep in his pillow, even if Buck can’t see him in the dark.
“What for?”
Leave it to Buck to be confused about something so obvious.
“Being you, idiot.”
“And again with the name calling,” he answers, content and sleepy.
Nights like this, Eddie feels like asking for a miracle.
But to the team, it wasn’t a matter of if Abby would take him back, but when. A matter of days.
When the squad bets on how long it will take for Buck and Abby to get back together when she comes back to LA, Eddie is forced to reconsider keeping his feelings for Buck a secret.
Top tier pining + oblivious Eddie = 👌
Always, All Ways by ashavahishta/ @tevankinkley
A/B/O AU | 85K | Explicit
“Buck is very dear, Mr Diaz. Not only to me but to the pack. You’ll find that if you treat him with anything less than utmost respect you’ll have a lot of people to answer to.”
Eddie swallowed. It was clear that in the absence of a mate, this omega had found himself a very protective pack. “Understood, sir.”
Or: Buck’s the only omega in the 118. He’s got secrets, and walls a mile high. Eddie’s the alpha determined to knock them down.
There's not a ton of A/B/O fics in this fandom, and I should really try to read more of them, but this is probably my favorite one so far!
I Hit the Accelerator (But the Car was in Reverse) by extasiswings/@extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
S3, Friends With Benefits, BDSM | 68K | Explicit
When Buck is forced to confront the truth about his breakup with Abby, having casual sex with his hot new coworker seems like the best rebound idea.
Unfortunately, that hot new coworker turns into his best friend. But best friends can keep having sex with each other, right?
There's no way this could possibly go wrong.
THE friends with benefits fic! (ok lbr there's a ton of great ones, but this one is S2 focused iirc)
AUs
My Blood on Your Skin (My Rose on Your Snow) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
Mythological AU, BDSM | 80K | Explicit
When Eddie needs cash and fast to take care of Christopher, his LAFD Academy buddy suggests a job as a bouncer at Elysium - an exclusive sex club in downtown Los Angeles. Eddie doesn't care what goes on there, so long as he's paid, but he finds he cares a lot bout the club's enigmatic owner, Evan Buckley, and it's not long before the two of them are violating every boss-employee rule in the book. But there's something different about Buck and the club, something not quite... human. If Eddie wants to keep Buck, he's going to have to delve into the world of immortals, and all the risks that implies.
You can expect amazing smut by this author as always, but also really interesting worldbuilding and characters!
All My Shattered Oaths by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
Vampires AU | 107K | Explicit
Eddie wants to stay away from his family’s legacy and give his son a normal life. Buck’s desperate to find a way to get over the love he lost. Fate has other plans for both of them.
SO GOOD. The canon divergent reincarnation vampire AU you didn't know you needed!!!
a bleeding sun on a silver screen by rarakiplin (gmontys)/ @hoediaz
Actors AU, Friends With Benefits | 130K | Mature
One day, Buck will tell an interviewer that he would be happy to make movies with Eddie Diaz until the day he dies. But first, years before that, he sees Eddie for the first time on the set of Chimney’s fifth movie.
An epic tale of movie making and enemies to friends to FWB to strangers to lovers!
The Truth of Love (Amas Veritas) by allyasavedtheday/ @littlespoonevan
Practical Magic AU | 20K | Teen
Bobby opens his mouth like he wants to argue but decides against it. “Walk me through the logic here then. How will this make sure you never fall in love?” “Because I’m making someone who doesn’t exist,” Buck explains, glancing from the half-full bowl to Bobby. He can’t work out what the look on Bobby’s face means so he pointedly elects to ignore it. “They’ll have brown hair,” he starts, clipping another petal from the rose bush. “And brown eyes-“ “Lotta people out there with brown hair and brown eyes, kid,” Bobby says lightly and Buck rolls his eyes. “But not many that can ride a horse backwards,” Buck counters. “And whose favourite shape is a star and who’s got…two scars,” he decides, plucking a basil leaf and dropping it in the bowl. “One on each shoulder.”
Because Practical Magic AUs always make me think of you <3
I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
Canon Divergent, You've Got Mail Fusion | 29K | Teen
When Eddie joins the 118, he and Buck don't exactly hit it off on the right foot. Or continue to walk on the right foot. In fact they kind of can't stand each other. Good thing they each have a beloved anonymous pen pal to share their daily woes with, someone completely unlike their insufferable coworker.
I do love some good romcom vibes!
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feb + march recs <3
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I had quite a few recs to catch up on - and am STILL catching up on - as I have been MIA with physical/mental health shenanigans as of late (so please excuse the fact that these are a bit angsty skjdhkjhd). thank you as always to these authors and their beautiful words for being a comfort! I love having a full 'to-read' list! :D
see you again soon, and happy reading! <3
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I've Always Loved New York, Since Garlic Aioli | KingCaspianX | E | 12k
Alex would say that this date is going really, really well.
It hurts to admit because he now owes Nora a six-pack of beer, but he’ll happily swallow his pride if it means he gets to spend as much time as humanly possible with the cute librarian with the elbow patches who’d asked him out last week.
The cute librarian, Henry, is not wearing any elbow patches this evening, but is instead dressed in cream linen pants and a soft blue oversized shirt. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on his skin, on his collar bones, down his neck from the balmy New York air but instead of being gross, the way Alex probably is, it’s sinful. He’s glowing. Alex wants to lick his throat. Jesus, he could have sworn he was straight a minute ago.
Or, Henry asks Alex on a date. Alex, straight, accepts.
Henry's an Asshole (I Want to Kiss Him) | anarchyat4am | T+ | 7k
At the NYE Gala, Henry starts feeling the hazy edges of anxiety and an uncomfortable tightness in his chest. It takes him longer than it should to take notice of the feeling, and even longer to realise that the cause is likely the binder he’s been wearing all day. He escapes the party, Alex gets him upstairs to his room to change, and the rest of the night goes far differently than Henry could have expected.
getting good now | Standinginmoonlight | M | 20k
Alex sighs and balls his hands up into fists, digging them into his eye sockets until he sees stars, and then he’s speaking without his brain giving his mouth permission.
“I can’t believe I’m going to marry someone British.”
Or: the Love is Blind AU that no-one asked for.
cause you're classic and I'm reckless | @firenati0n | T+ | 5k
“I've, actually, uh. I've never done this before.”
At this, Henry stops short, takes a second as his gaze moves up and to the left, trying to recall something. “I've seen your films. You most certainly have done intimate scenes.”
Alex clears his throat. He hopes his nerves aren't completely obvious, the slight waver in his voice about to give him away.
“Yeah, well. Never with a man, so. Not at this scale, anyway.”
“Would it help to, er, practice?" Henry winces a little as he says it, which does not inspire confidence. But Alex is shocked nonetheless. What the fuck?
love was just an ocean (I would drown before I float) | srrafoxjournals | NR | 21k
There are moments in Henry’s adolescence, maybe even later, when he feels he doesn't belong to anyone. He is no one’s son. He is no one’s little brother. He is no one’s partner. He isn’t related to anyone at all. He’s just there really, just existing. Just an entity.
Though he thinks he’s realistically always felt this, it doesn’t make itself known until he turns thirteen.
Or: moments from Henry's pov
It's Not Rotten Work If It's You | a_stray_thief | E | 31k
After years of taking suppressants to hide his omega status, after the email leak and the election, after things finally settle, Henry and Alex spend Henry’s first heat together.
say you'll see me again (even if it's just in your wildest dreams) | @coffeecatsme | T+ | 21k
5 times Henry is too scared to come out to Alex and 1 time Alex gives him the courage.
Or, 6 times Alex slowly falls in love with Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, for exactly who he is.
*I HIGHLY recommend this entire series! check it out here!
What are the chances? | @wordsofhoneydew | E | 2k
Nora helps June achieve her first vaginal orgasm.
Bang a Gong (Get It On) | @cactusdragon517 | E | 11k
AKA ouroBROros, as dubbed by the Brownstone. The long awaited foursome fic.
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It’s late when they end up out in the yard, the fire from the firepit casting all of them in golden syrupy light under a dark sky. It feels like a night for secrets and Liam thinks it’s why he asks, Spencer’s hand a gentle pressure on his thigh.
cut | validvali | E | 12k
Holy fucking eyelashes.
He’s all tan skin and bright eyes and charming smile— everything that makes Henry weak in the knees. Pretty brown eyes dart between the lineup and his clipboard, trying to put two and two together, but all Henry can focus on are those arms. Those hands. That arse.
“Can I call you up, handsome?”
Henry almost blacks out.
[or, the five times alex and henry shoot a video together as (not so) strangers, and the one time they do as a couple.]
Silence & Sound | @nocoastposts | E | 2k
Alex tugs at his hair and tries to focus on choosing his next words. He knows that Henry will help him - that he wants to help him. He knows that all he has to do is say the word.
Henry stands and steps closer, holding Alex’s chin firmly and tilting his head up so their eyes are forced to meet.
“You need me to clear that lovely head of yours, hm?”
“Please,” Alex says in barely a whisper.
or: Henry helps Alex fill the silence before indulging in the sound.
Through All My Cards | @cactusdragon517 | E | 7k
Alex, preparing for top surgery, gives in when June suggests he not recover alone.
Enter her friend, Henry Fox.
I love you (ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard) | coffeecatsme | E | 20k
Henry doesn’t doubt that, just as much as he doesn’t doubt now that Alex won’t have a single issue with him being trans. In another life, when Henry whispered it in the quiet hours of the night, he didn’t. In another life, when he kissed Henry anyway, he didn’t.
In another life. In this one, when Alex meets his eyes, all there is left behind them is a cold glare that freezes Henry to his soul.
One year ago, Henry had a whirlwind of a day with Alex after a chance meeting in a coffee shop, only to leave in the morning to protect his heart. He doesn't expect to see Alex again, until he shows up at June's wedding and finds out her brother is the same Alex he hasn't been able to get out of his mind for a year - and he's pissed.
Can You See Me? (I'm Waiting for the Right Time) | @affectionatelyrs | T+ | 7k
“Whose turn was it?” Henry asks while Alex is busy pondering the merits of throwing himself out their fifth-story window and hoping his boner doesn’t take anyone’s eye out on his way down. “Forgive me, but I am a bit tired. Do you think you could take it?”
There’s no way that Henry’s not doing this on purpose. He makes words mean things when put in a certain order for a living, for fucks sake. Alex almost quips back depends on how big it is just to see how—or if—Henry would react.
“Yeah, um, no problem.” There. Much more normal. He could steal Henry’s job at this rate. “Truth or dare?”
[Or, Alex’s world gets flipped on its axis during a game of truth or dare]
At the end of a bar | @hgejfmw-hgejhsf | E | 9k+
Alex has a supremely shitty day at work and finds himself wandering into a bar where a mystery man catches his attention.
What do you have against color? | jumpsuit | E | 11k
Upon opening the hardcover of a found sketchbook to locate the owner's contact details, Alex discovers only this inscription:
In case of loss, please return to: Instagram @henryfox.usk
He, of fucking course, knows who Henry Fox is.
That striking yet humorless, rude, and self-righteous British prick he met on the first day of the symposium.
[Or, an AU where Alex and Henry are urban sketchers. A short story of how they get to know each other, fall in love and in bed within one day.]
Sunless Dusting Libraries | @itsmaybitheway | T+ | 7k
Henry should leave, he should wait until everyone is asleep and then silently leave, without a trace. As if he never existed in Alex's life, as if he never touched Alex's body, as if he never wanted only exist in his heart and mind.
Because that is what Alex deserves. Alex deserves someone who can love him out and proud, someone who is not shamed for his existence, someone as bright as him, not the pale starlight gleam Henry is.
But lying there on the pile of mattresses they piled together and called a bed- Henry can not even find it in himself to breathe, let alone get up and go. Betrayed by his own existence, once again.
[or: what-If taken by a depressive episode, Henry can not leave the lake house?]
each time we touch / I wanna take too much | firenati0n | M | 1k
Alex keeps his head angled away from the couch, leaning his back against the base for support as he pretends to be engrossed in conversation with Pez on the floor; pretends not to shamelessly eavesdrop on Henry's conversation with some girl on the opposite end of the couch, a classmate in Henry's course on human sexuality and expression. He digs his fingers into the frayed edges of the shaggy rug, feeling the soft strands slip through his hands as he keeps his eyes on Pez.
Keeps his ears on Henry, who's sitting behind him, his knee occasionally nudging Alex's back as he talks animatedly, his whole body moving as he gestures; all languid limbs, lithe body, loose lips, lazy smiles.
to repair a hollowed heart | coffeecatsme | E | 28k
Alexander Claremont-Diaz, the young ruler of the Underworld, the presider of souls that have passed away, has been banned from Olympus his entire life, on account of bringing death and destruction wherever he goes. His seat in the highest council of gods has been left permanently empty until someone sees all that he is and still falls in love with the man behind.
It's been twenty centuries since the curse has been put upon him, and Alex has long since given up on finding the right person.
[Or, a Hades and Persephone AU no one asked for]
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vol iii
vol iv
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gorgeous (3) — i had a boyfriend, he's older than us
— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau
( by yawneneteyam )
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*dark mode = y/n
light mode = neteyam*
— gorgeous, I had a boyfriend he's older than us !
before today, y/n wasn't sure if karma was real. she always considered herself a good person. kind, friendly, rounded up her payments to donate to charities when she shopped. although she was a good person, she had never been 'gifted' or 'blessed' with anything to make her believe in karma.
until, her professor read out her assignment partner.
neteyam.
the two of them smiled at each other, but kept quiet when they heard their names called. neteyam wanted to fist bump the air, he had to restrain from pulling out his phone and texting kiri the news. meanwhile, y/n was trying to not scream. not only was she ecstatic to get to look at neteyam more and more, it meant she actually had to speak to him outside of class now.. and use more than one sentence replies.
"did you want to meet up tomorrow maybe?" his words were slow, he was nervous. y/n didn't pick up on it- she was too busy looking at his freckles. "you could come to my place?" he suggested, "if you're okay with that," neteyam rushed out.
y/n chuckled and then began to nod slowly, "yeah, I'm happy with that". liar, she was elated. "does this mean I get to meet tuk?" she smirked.
"she will be obsessed with you," he laughed, "she loves any older girls to hang out with, think she gets tired of lo'ak and i. clings to kiri most days"
"thats so cute," y/n grinned, "text me your address tomorrow? you can tell me when you want me to come over, I have no plans tomorrow"
"yeah sounds good,"
the pair of them packed up their bags and walked outside of the lecture hall together. neteyam tried to keep his strides short and slow so he could walk with y/n for a little longer.
y/n looked towards the bus stop, "I better get going, my bus will be here soon"
"you catch the bus?" neteyam was surprised.
"uh, yeah" y/n shuffled her feet nervously, "I can't drive. I live on campus though, so its like a two minute drive to the dorms,"
"I'll have to teach you to drive so you can get to my house in ten minutes, instead of sitting on the bus for an hour," neteyam pushed his loose locs behind his ear, the rest tied up in a ponytail.
"I'll take you up on that," y/n smiled, walking backwards to her stop. the bus beginning to arrive in the distance. neteyam smiled, before a thought popped into his head.
"y/n!" he shouted, y/n already at the stop behind two girls waiting to get on. she looked over to neteyam. "I don't have your number!" he laughed.
"get it from tsireya!" she smiled with a yell, before rushing onto the bus. afraid it would leave without her. neteyam smiled and shook his head. he watched y/n pick a seat and sit down. she waved to him as the bus drove away. he waved back.
— gorgeous, I had a boyfriend he's older than us !
part three!! the last one got so much love, I was so shocked!! thank you to all the people in the comments helping me with terminology, etc to use for/with people of colour! if you notice I misuse a word or get something completely wrong, please tell me!!! I am really eager to educate myself and to learn <3 also peep y/n's ex getting tagged in her comments- thats drama.
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excuse me ma'am☝️🤓 i'm a big fan of your work <3
may i please request a domestic fluff ghost fic where they're doing chores together? :3
꒰ hii sweetie! and i'm a fan of yours, and of course, this is such an cute idea, thank you for your request and i hope you'll like it! 🤍 ࿐ ꒱
title — homecoming
content — simon ghost riley x gn reader
tags — fluff, comfort, domestic established relationship, good amount of romantic intimacy.
please enjoy your reading!
Simon Ghost Riley had many names in his line of work, and each of them represented a different aspect of his life, and besides call signs and code names, there was one name that meant everything to him, a name that whispered warmth and love — yours.
His life was a web of secret missions, blood stains on his hands and a constant shadow of uncertainty, but every time he returned home, he was greeted with the knowledge that you, his beautiful and beloved soulmate, were waiting for him, in the safety of your arms he could give up the image of a ruthless killer and simply become a sincere and loving person.
Late last night Simon returned home, tired from yet another mission, he collapsed on the bed and his bag remained unpacked in the corner of the room, he had a habit of sleeping next to you, holding your sleepy, fragile body close to him, using you as his personal refuge.
As the morning light filtered through the curtains, he expected to be awakened by your enthusiastic voice and shining eyes that looked at him as if he were the center of your world, but this time he was greeted by silence.
He blinked awake, brow furrowed in confusion.
Where have you been?
A few moments later, your absence became obvious and he heard the soft hum of the shower running, a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips — he knew exactly where you were, with a chuckle he threw back the covers and rose from the bed, feeling a sense of completion that he only found in your presence.
Simon walked into the bathroom and opened the door with a mischievous glint in his eyes, steam rose up when he noticed you — still half asleep, standing under the warm streams of water, his heart filled with love at the sight of you, your hair combed back and drops of water, glistening on your skin.
— «Good morning, my beautiful distraction» he muttered, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and burying his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, leaving soft kisses as you sighed contentedly.
— «Simon» you moaned, tilting your head to give him better access — «You had to rest»
He chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter resonating through your body — «I can't rest when you're around, my love, you're my cure for all the chaos around»
He reluctantly released you from his embrace, gently pushing — «Come on, finish, we have a whole day ahead of us»
With a loving smile, you nodded and he left you in the shower while you got ready, Simon taking the liberty of unpacking his packed bag, thoughts of the day ahead running through his mind — grocery shopping, household chores and the simple joy of being together.
After you left the bathroom, Simon grabbed you with his strong arms, causing you to chuckle in surprise — «My knight in shining armor» you teased.
— «Always for you» he replied, his eyes sparkling with love, he carried you to the sink and insisted you bathe first, watching you with adoring eyes as you splashed water on your face.
The sun hung lazily in the sky, bathing the quiet suburban area in warm golden light, it was the day that promised rest and togetherness, Simon Ghost Riley stood at the door, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watched you collect your list and reusable grocery bags.
— «Ready to tackle the supermarket, love?» Simon asked, his eyes filled with love.
You turned to face him and a smile touched your lips — «Absolutely, Simon, let's do it»
The two of you walked side by side to the car, the pavement was hot under your feet, Simon's hand naturally found its way to the small of your back, his touch gentle but commanding, his fingers slid lightly down your back and you couldn't help but lean into his touch, and this simple gesture made your heart flutter.
As you approached the car, Simon unlocked it with the press of a button and the doors clicked open, holding the passenger door open for you with a gallant smile — «After you»
You slid into the seat, the car's interior greeted you with a familiar scent, Simon settled into the driver's seat, and as he pulled out of the driveway his hand found its way to your thigh, his touch warm and soothing, his fingers making little circles on your skin.
— «So, lovey» Simon began in a quiet voice filled with teasing love — «What's on the menu today? Anything special you're craving?»
You looked at him with a playful glint in your eyes — «Well, someone had just returned from a dangerous mission, so i thought we could celebrate it with your favorite dish»
Simon grinned and the sound was music to your ears — «Ah, my favorite, huh? I'm intrigued, you'll have to keep me on my toes a little longer»
Your lips curled into a mischievous smile — «Consider this as a surprise, my dear»
The trip to the supermarket was filled with casual conversations and laughter, you discussed trivial matters, shared stories of what happened while apart, and occasionally indulged in little touches and stolen glances, Simon's hand remained on your thigh, his comforting presence serving as a constant reminder of his love and affection.
Inside the store the atmosphere had changed, the bustling aisles were filled with the chatter of other shoppers, the smell of freshly baked bread and the colorful displays of fresh produce, you both grabbed the shopping cart, your fingers brushing against each other.
Simon reached for a bag of ripe tomatoes, examining them with a critical eye — «They're perfect for whatever you're planning»
You nodded in agreement, grabbing a head of garlic — «And I'm going to need it for the sauce»
Walking through the store you carefully selected every ingredient for your special dinner, Simon's presence turning even the most mundane tasks into an adventure, his playful teasing continued and he couldn't help but joke about how much he missed you.
As you browsed through the shop, his teasing returned again — «You know, i missed you» he said with a sly grin — «Though i did get to shoot some bad guys»
You rolled your eyes playfully — «I missed you too, even if my day didn't involve any high stakes actions»
As the cart filled with groceries, you couldn't help but steal glances at each other, your eyes talking of love and longing, a simple shopping trip together becoming a cherished ritual, a reminder of the normalcy and happiness you brought to each other's lives.
Finally, the cart was filled with ingredients, including a few items that you took just for the two of you to enjoy, Simon guided the cart towards the checkout and the cashier greeted you both with a warm smile, Simon paid for the groceries with a wink, and you couldn't help but blush at his charm.
After loading up with your bags you headed back to the car, Simon skillfully stowed the groceries in the trunk, his movements efficient and confident, once everything was secure he turned to you with a smile.
— «Home, sweet home» he said, and his voice was full of anticipation.
A feeling of comfort washed over you as you pulled into your driveway and stepped into the warm cocoon of your home, Simon wasted no time and with a playful smile he scooped you into his arms, making you giggle in delight.
— «Simon!» you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He grinned at you, his eyes were full of love — «I missed your hugs, lovey»
Carefully placing you down on the floor, you headed straight to the kitchen, eager to begin preparing the long awaited dinner, Simon followed behind you, his eyes never leaving you as you gracefully moved around the kitchen, collecting ingredients and utensils.
As you worked side by side, the playful atmosphere continued, Simon couldn't resist sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his lips to your neck in a sweet, lingering kiss, your laughter filling the room and you leaned into his hugging, enjoying the feeling of his body next to yours.
— «Simon, you're going to distract me from cooking» you teased, but there was no real protest in your voice.
He gently buried his nose in your neck — «That's the idea, my love, i missed you so much»
With a sigh of contentment you turned in his arms, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, it was a moment of pure bliss, a reminder of the deep love and connection you shared.
You eventually broke the kiss, your cheeks flushed with desire — «Okay, let's finish dinner before we get carried away»
Simon grinned, his fingers tracing patterns on your back — «Agree»
You two returned to the cooking, but the tension in the air was unmistakable, every now and then your hands touched each other, sparking desire, and as the sauce simmered on the stove, Simon couldn't help but pull you towards him.
He pressed you against the kitchen cabinet, his lips pressed into yours in a passionate kiss, his hands roamed your back, and you impatiently responded by wrapping your arms around his neck as the world outside faded away, igniting a spark of longing between you.
— «Simon» you muttered, barely above a whisper as he broke the kiss.
He chuckled softly as his eyes met yours — «I'm sorry, my love, i couldn't help myself»
Finally, the dinner preparation was over and you both settled on the sofa with plates in your hands, you sat on Simon's lap, the warmth of his body enveloped you as he fed you with a fork, each bite was a symphony of tastes, but the most delicious was the love and tenderness that filled every moment.
While you ate, Simon peppered the top of your head with kisses, a silent promise of his love and devotion, some forgotten movie was flashing on the TV, but your attention was solely on each other, with every stolen kiss, playful teasing and gentle hug, the outside world faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of love and comfort.
At that moment there was no need for code names or secret missions, there was only Simon, and there was you, his anchor in a chaotic world — his home.
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request; OMG HI! I saw that you followed me back so i wanted to drop in and share some love here💕💕 I think you already know but i really, really love your content!! I also saw that you have Valentines blurbs open, i find the combo of "listening to music together while they both take the day to clean around the house (maybe even getting a little distracted to dance instead)" and “come here, hold my hand.” “you’re washing the dishes.” “..i can do both…” extremely cute :) so if you feel inspired that could be an idea for mr. Maybank himself! :) but absolutely no pressure!! In the end i'm here to read anything you'll decide to publish, keep up the marvelous work!!
warnings; fluff, strongly suggest you listen to the song added for a better reading experience as it’s the one use in the blurb and i adore it, characters are older here
pairing; jj maybank x reader
authors note; happy valentine’s day ! ofc i followed you, you seem so sweet and i have noticed and i appreciate that <3 thank you for requesting, please feel free to still sent a combination for a blurb ! i’ll still be doing them even if sent after v day.
list of prompts in honor of valentine’s day
A bomb went off.
In your’s and JJ’s shared apartment, that is.
The bedroom and bathroom were seemingly tidy compared to the rest of the home, leaving the kitchen and living room.
JJ has this horrid habit of leaving every pair of shoes he wears kicked off by the entry door.
JJ has another distasteful habit of leaving crushed beer cans to rot after he’s finished with them.
But the two of you have created a habit together.
Sounds just ‘lovey-dovey’ doesn’t it ?
Not the way the monstrous sink is staring at JJ, and JJ is staring at it.
You’ve both been initiating a nasty, nasty habit of throwing a dish in the sink. Wether it be early in the morning when you’d both be in a rush to get to work— having a bowl of cereal, throw it in the sink, and go. Or right after dinner, the pair would be so sleep-ridden and obsessively touching eachother so much, that they couldn’t muster an attention span for dishes.
Only an attention span for eachother.
But now, it’s caused a clutter-fest that’s not attainable enough for you to live in. So, all day yesterday you’d sent JJ texts that today would be cleaning day, and that from now on there will always be one. Though JJ was secretly rolling his eyes toward his phone that day, he was certain he’d make the most out of his only off day, with you.
He thought he’d have grow ill any moment if the both of your schedules didn’t line up soon enough.
Nevertheless, he’s at the sink humming and covering his hands in soapy suds.
All while stealing glances at you.
You were sweeping about the hard wood floors of the living room— the beer cans have a pile of there own. A playlist of yours streaming with gleam from the smart tv.
JJ hummed because he knew every song word for word— not by choice, you’d played those same songs numerous times and he tagged along.
You’ve had his eardrums delighted by the new discoveries of indie and alternative that you introduced him to.
Now it’s all he can listen to.
“Babyyy …”
JJ cooed, hoping you’d give into his antics just this once.
Your nature was so pure, too pure to refuse.
Entirety of your frame swaying as you swept, and he noted every detail. The flyaways of your tresses sticking every which way— cleaning tended to take it out of you. Delicate skin untouched— but begging to be. Lips jutted out in concentration, with a jaw that’s sleek and admirable. Leggings that intimately delved in all the right places
You peered at him, wifebeater giving way for exposure of his chest. Locks perched on either side of his temple, red cap backwards with the smallest pout beginning to form
“What, J?”
“C’mere.”
He forwarded a come here motion, placing a plate on the drying mat— a pile high, thankfully he’d be nearing a finish soon. You tilt your head in disbelief, he’d promised to get the cleaning done; no fucking around.
But instead …
“Wash the dishes, JJ.”
“Haven’t touched you in like … 2 hours.”
JJ mumbled beneath his breath but loud enough for you to hear. His gesture wasn’t for only his own pleasure, he wanted to subside your thought that this ‘has to get done today’.
“45 minutes.”
You corrected, whilst a shit eating grin is plastered on JJ’s face.
“Come here, hold my hand.”
“You’re washing the dishes.”
“.. I can do both, you know I’m a multitasker, baby,” He proposed. “Like when I do that thing with my mouth that you like while caressing your sweet, sweet face-“
“Alright, alright!”
JJ would take things to great length, just to be within a fingertips touch.
You saunter over to him, with a ‘you got me’ expression. The steaming water running, with a coffee mug and a bowl left, He takes your much smaller hand inside of his, squeezing it with intricate and fragile like tendencies— thinking that with any wrong move he’d break you.
It was cool against the granite countertop, but with the overwhelming warmth of JJ’s hand it subsided.
Fondess with one hold.
“Shit, shit, shit …”
JJ struggled to keep the coffee mug afloat— hold a bit tighter on you hand. Soap suds making their way to the counter, a two minute task elongated due to his unwillingness to to leave you untouched.
“Thought you were a multitasker, baby?” You giggle into his muscular arm.
“Only when it comes to you.”
Even if my heart stops beating
You're the only thing I need, ooh, with me
The first words of that song, not just any song in particular begun to play. Silence struck between the two, the captivating lyrics to Pretty Boy by The Neighbourhood. The extra slip in your heart beat that it gave, the captivation, the love-struck sensation that the melody gave you and JJ.
“J, it’s our song!”
“Our song, pretty girl.”
Even if the Earth starts shaking
You're the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me
JJ agreed, both sets of eyes in awe of the others— seeming like it was the first time.
In instinct, he turned off the hot water. Lying firm hands directly to your waste, whilst you looped yours lazily around his neck, foreheads gravitating towards the others whilst you both swayed endlessly.
Even if the sky's on fire
Got you here, it's alright, ooh, with me
And if it's all over
I'm taking this moment, ooh, with me
Yeah
In the middle of the kitchen floor, shared tight-lipped smiles.
JJ mouthed the words to you, relying on every one of them to say what went unsaid in that Godforsaken moment.
It ached— his insides ached in the best way possible.
A connection.
So sacred, it couldn’t be touched.
Pretty boy, you did this with me, boy
Now it's all about to end
Baby girl, look where we made it, girl
Hmm, now we're falling
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another idea! someone harrassed you online and Yelena does her spy stuff, gets the dude to Actually apologize and Mean it. and then as she's comforting you she's like...sneakily going down to eat you out and make you forget about stupid boys.
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paring: yelena belova x fem!reader
tag(s): nsfw, smut with some plot, it's actually not that dirty, I mean it is but I was hoping for it to be sweet and lovely and cute, not sure if it worked out tho, yelena being the overprotective gf she is
warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit wlw smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, mentions of online harassment, mentions of a boy being a dick (I hate men), yelena wanting to kill said man because he made r cry, grammatical errors, unedited
word count: 1.7k
note: NONNIEEE, I'm sooo sorry it took me so long to write this. But I'm so glad I finally get to post this one. I really hope you like it, and I'm sorry if it's not as dirty and smutty as you wanted it. I still need so practise lol. Thank you for the request, anon, ily. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love y'all, M <3
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To say she was pissed was an understatement, she was furious, she felt as if her blood was boiling, and all she could see was mad red.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing and all she could see was you. Everytime, her mind took her back to a couple of hours earlier in the day, and there you were crying, brows furrowed, bottom lip trembling and your phone in front of your eyes. Her heart skipped a beat once she took a look at you. She felt the muscular organ breaking into a million pieces, you looked so small, and fragile, like a lost puppy.
“Y/n? Baby, what happened?” Yelena asked, concerned and worried in her tone.
“Nothing, nothing. I just…,” you sniffed. Tears rolled down your cheeks as Yelena’s thumbs gently brushed them away.
“It’s not ‘nothing’, Y/n. What happened?” she took your phone from your hands, leaving it on the floor and wrapped her hands around yours.
“People can be so mean. Why are they mean, Lena?” you sobbed, your head fell on her shoulder as you let the river of tears flow.
It took you a while to finally open up to her because you wouldn’t stop crying. Yelena’s heart sank into her tummy as she listened to your words carefully. The sadness she felt for you soon shifted into anger as she realised the reason why you were crying was because of some stupid miserable insensitive boy.
Some brainless damned bored fucker had made some online comments about you. She scoffed, how did that asshat dare to make you cry? How did he dare to say those awful things about you? Was he really that bored to mess with you? Was he really that miserable to make other people cry? And you of all people. Why did it have to be you? You who were so sweet to everyone, including people you didn’t even know. You who would never talk shit about anyone. You who would always take care of everyone else before yourself.
It was Yelena’s job to take care of you. All she wanted was for you to stop crying and to make you feel better, so she made it her mission, literally. She wasn’t good with her words when it came to you, she felt like she could never say the right thing to make you feel better, so she did what she did best, and made it her next mission to find this repulsive freak and make him pay for all the tears you had shed because of him.
You were so tired from all the crying that soon enough you had fallen asleep on her shoulder. She carried you up to your shared bedroom, tugged you in, left a soft kiss on your forehead and got to work.
Tracking this guy down wasn’t hard at all, the jackass was careless, he probably thought that leaving hate comments here and there wouldn’t cause him any kind of problems. But boy was he wrong.
She breathed out one last time, trying to not let her anger get the best out of her, and then she opened up her eyes. There she was, parked right outside Jared’s house. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, she felt like she could just kill Jared for what he put you though. But she knew you wouldn’t like that nor would it help you.
“Okay, here it goes,” she said, getting out of the car.
She impatiently knocked on the door, making no attempt to stop the loud knocking until Jared dared to open up.
“Jesus, I said I’m coming,” she heard someone say from the other side.
As soon as the door was unlocked, she pushed it open and made her way in.
“Hello, Jared,” she said, shutting the door behind her with a fake small on her lips.
“Who the fuck are you?” he sounded as angry as Yelena felt.
“We are going to have a chit chat, Jared.”
“I don’t know who the fuck you are. You are going to leave or I’ll call the cops,” he stepped forward, trying to intimidate Yelena. She just rolled her eyes at the action.
“I’d like to see you try,” she said, pushing him back strongly enough for him to lose his balance and fall on his butt. “You see, Jared—.”
“How the fuck do you know me?”
“You said some things that I didn’t like,” she ignored him. “In fact, I’m really pissed off at the moment, so much that I feel like I could just rip your head off,” she chuckled as she watched the horror in his eyes. “You fucked up, Jared. Big time. You made the person I care most on this planet cry, and I hate you for that.”
“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You got the wrong guy, I swear I didn’t—.”
“Oh, really? So you are not @jaredrocks.com?”
“I, um…,” he hesitated, swallowing down the lump that had formed on his throat, which didn’t go unnoticed by Yelena.
“Yeah, I figured,” she clicked her tongue in annoyance. “So here’s what you are going to do, Jared,” his face went pale as he noticed Yelena’s mood change, he could tell she was getting angrier by the second and he didn’t want her to snap. Not after she pushed him to the ground so effortlessly.
All he could do was nod as Yelena talked, “You are going to come with me, apologise to her and you’ll promise that you would never do bad shit ever again, Jared. Because if you do, I will find out and I won’t be holding back next time. Got it?” she raised her brow at him for Jared to quickly nod again. “Great! Get on your feet.”
Once Jared and Yelena made their way to your shared apartment, she quickly pulled him out of the car and to the front door. You were waiting for them, well actually just Yelena. She had called you earlier and told you to be outside, she said she wanted to show you something. You felt a chill crawling up your back once you saw a man walking next to her.
“Baby, this is Jared. He has a lot to say to you.”
“Jared? I don’t understand—.”
But you were quickly cut off as Jared began to ramble about how sorry he was, that he didn’t mean to hurt you, that he was just bored and sad, that he was a pathetic little douche bag —Yelena made him say that— and that he would never do something like that ever again. That he regretted ever doing something like that. Suddenly it hit you, he was the prick who wrote that shit about you.
“You really hurt me, Jared.”
“I now can see that. I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise,” you could only nod at him, biting your lip to stop it from trembling.
“Okay. You’re done here, Jared. Now, get lost,” Yelena patted his back motioning for him to walk away.
“But I don’t—”
“Get lost, Jared,” Yelena repeated herself, this time her tone was harsher and Jared got the memo.
Once he was out of your sight the two of you made your way inside the comfort of your home. You still felt weird about the whole situation. You appreciated Jared’s apology, but you couldn’t stop thinking about all his mean comments.
“Y/n, stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“I know you are thinking about everything he said, but you must know that he was full of shit,” she said, making her way towards you on the bed.
“Lena, I just…” she could see the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.
“Y/n, you are the prettiest, smartest, kindest girl I ever had the pleasure to meet. You are so full of light, Y/n. Don’t let an asshole like Jared put you out, you hear me?”
You nodded, battling the tears.
“Let me show you how special you are, Y/n,” she said as she brushed her nose against your cheek, her lips impatiently searching for yours.
Her lips muffled a gasp coming out of your lips. Like usual, her lips moved perfectly in sync against yours, soft and rough. Her tongue danced around with yours. Her teeth biting your bottom lip. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as your skin set on fire just with how close she was.
“Make me forget, Yel,” you said breathlessly in between kisses.
Your back hit the bed as Yelena got on top of you, her lips never leaving yours. You wrapped your legs around her hip and quietly moaned once your clothed core made contact with hers.
“I love you so much, Y/n,” she mumbled against your skin as she trailed a path of wet kisses along your jaw.
Somehow in between kisses and soft caresses, Yelena got your body bare. She left a kiss on your forehead, one on your left cheek, another right in between your breasts, and one on your abdomen before making her way to your aching wet core.
“So perfect,” you heard her say before the room was filled with your loud moaning.
She sucked, bit, kissed and licked as she pleased, making a mess out of you. Gently but eagerly she pushed two fingers inside of you, a moan escaped from Yelena’s lips as she felt your cunt clenching around her fingers. She kept a steady pace, slightly curling her fingers to get you to enjoy it as much as you could, as her lips worked on your clit.
Your hands flew to her hair, tugging at it, pushing her even closer to your cunt. And with a loud cry you came undone on her mouth. Yelena’s lips moved fast to drink up every bit of your juice she could as her tongue helped you ride your high. Once you were finished, she left one last kiss on your cunt and went to cuddle you.
She tugged you in, making sure you were warm and wrapped you in between her arms, leaving small kisses on top of your head.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, Y/n,” you heard her saying as you drift off to sleep, tiredness getting the best of you. “Never again, I promise.”
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-M
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Hi if your requests are open :) I saw you write for Gerri Fields and THANK YOU BECAUSE THERE IS LITERALLY NO FICS OF HER(Favourite Lizzie character)
But I was wondering if I could request a fic! So basically R and Gerri are together but it’s just fluff and banter! Gerri Invites Reader over to the party her parents are throwing and Gerri is just trying to sneak away with R until Gerri’s family keep calling them back?
If you can’t do this request it’s no problem thank you for taking the time to read it anyways :) I love your fics and I hope you have an amazing Day/Night
baby steps | gerri fields & fem!reader
It’s the first official night you’re spending together as girlfriends, but neither you nor Gerri can find enough peace to get each other alone.
Word count: 2845
Tags: fluff, humour, suggestive language, cute little gays trying doing their cute little gay things, ft. gerri’s chaotic family
A/N: yeah i totally get that!! i really love gerri too so im really glad you enjoy reading my fics ab her as much as i love writing them <3 thanks for requesting this!!
“Did you bring your laptop?”
You dug through your bag and carefully pulled your laptop out before setting it down on Gerri’s bed.
“The charger?” she asked.
You answered, “Yeah.”
Tonight was the first night you were spending with Gerri now that you were dating. You’d been best friends with each other since the first year of high school and there’d been likely hundreds of sleepovers before, but there was a bit of an unspoken excitement between the two of you tonight.
Over the past three weeks, you’d been getting to know the roommate you’d be moving in with in September, and last week you went to one of her parties a city away with Gerri.
For your future roommate, it was a farewell party for her thrown a bit earlier in the summer because one of her best friends was going to be travelling to Armenia with not enough time to have a big party like they wanted once they came back — so they celebrated in July.
For you and Gerri, it was a chance to get out of the neighbourhood you’ve always known around the people you’ve always known, and the both of you were rather excited to get out for a while because you’d be staying there overnight due to how long the drive was, and neither of you, including your roommate, wanted you travelling that far so late into the night.
Maybe it was just how overwhelming the night was or how different things were there, but you ended up leaving the party to take a walk around the neighbourhood with Gerri. You walked around together talking about things you liked about home and all the memories you shared together from years ago — old crushes, old friends, each other.
Wrapped up in the warm feeling of nostalgia and sharing in each other’s sole company, it was Gerri who kissed you first, who took your hand and cupped your cheek and pulled you close. But it was you who then had her back against a nearby tree, hugging her around the waist and running your hands through her hair, taking your best friend as yours for the first time.
It didn’t seem like things were all too different now that you were together. It felt like that was a testament to how close the two of you have always been, and how long-developed the love for each other had been growing until one night it just had to give.
So although neither of you had outright said it, tonight was a bit of a milestone.
Both of you were determined to be able to spend time alone together, to delve into the depths of your relationship that’d been waiting patiently for your exploration — waiting for years. Now you didn’t have to look at each other and feel the soft stirring deep within your chests at the sight of one another and attribute all of it to simply being close friends.
Now, you could feel what you’d always felt for one another and do it all as girlfriends.
“Toothbrush?”
You searched through the smaller bag that you put aside for your toiletries.
“No, I forgot it,” you replied with a wince. “Shit.”
Gerri waved her hand dismissively. “Okay,” she said. “It’s fine, we have an extra and you can use the toothpaste I have.”
“Orrr,” you drawled as you crept up to your girlfriend while she dug through the linen closet in the hallway for an extra toothbrush, “I could just use yours.”
She laughed and pushed you off of her with her hand on your shoulder when you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind. “That’s disgusting,” she said.
“I read in an article that the healthiest relationships share stuff, you know — shampoo, clothes, toothbrushes.”
“Oh, yeah?” she asked and raised an eyebrow, closing the linen closet with a new toothbrush in her hand as you followed her back into her bedroom. “Where’d you read that? Bullshit-dot-org?”
You sat down on her bed with a dramatic huff and rubbed your palms against her soft sheets.
“You’re not being very romantic right now,” you teased and watched as she set the toothbrush down on your bag.
The corner of Gerri’s mouth twitched upwards and she repressed a tiny smirk as she walked over to you so you were looking up at her. “Not being romantic enough?” she asked. She slid her knee between your legs and with a hand on your shoulder, carefully pushed you back so she could lean over you.
Leaning down further while your back was now flat on her bed, Gerri hooked her fingers around the collar of your shirt and tugged down so she could kiss your exposed collarbone, making you shudder.
She was so gentle.
Until last week, you’ve never known Gerri like this before, but you’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about how gentle her hands would be on your body or how her soft lips would feel like on yours.
She was more adventurous than you imagined, often taking the initiative to slip herself on top of you and bury you in intimate, warm kisses. It always made you rather flustered because prior to the first time you were underneath her, you had no idea how much passion had been resting within her.
You haven’t had sex together yet, but just thinking about it made you lightheaded.
“What do you know about romance?” she taunted, and you could see from the corner of your eyes how she looked up at you from the crook of your neck with a grin.
You stuttered and cleared your throat before finally being able to say, “I know… a little.”
“Tell me,” Gerri said, her fingers inching up your hip underneath your shirt, still preoccupied with pressing soft ghosting kisses up your neck.
Your brain completely short circuited and you pathetically answered, “I can send you the article.”
Gerri’s laugh escaped her in a sharp exhale of breath against your neck and she raised her head to laugh. “You fucking idiot,” she said and lifted her hand that was under your shirt to slap your side.
The weight she had on your chest made it hard for you to laugh and you had to turn onto your side and let out a wheeze-like laugh.
A knock came at the bedroom door and Gerri straightened while you struggled between slowly-subsiding giggles to move onto your elbows.
Gerri’s mom opened the door and peeked her head inside. “Are you both ready?” she asked.
“Yep!” you answered and sat up properly. “And I hope you don’t mind, but I forgot my toothbrush and Gerri gave me one of the extra ones in the linen closet.”
“That’s fine, honey,” Kate replied with a friendly smile. She then entered her daughter’s bedroom and began tinkering around with the things on Gerri’s desk idly while she spoke.
“Should I be worried about the two of you?” she asked and side-eyed the both of you inconspicuously.
Your girlfriend gave you an unknowing look before asking, “What?”
“I mean the two of you…” Kate pressed then leaned back against the desk. She pressed the sides of her index fingers together. “College students. Dating. Sleeping in the same room.”
Gerri’s face immediately turned red and she quickly walked over to her mom and pulled her from the desk before urging her out of the room.
“Ger, I’m a very accepting woman and I love that you’re dating Y/N, but–”
She was cut off when she was pushed out of the bedroom.
“Keep the door open!” Kate tried to squeeze in before Gerri shut the door in her face and promptly locked it.
Over the next hour, guests began filling the house to celebrate Danny’s birthday while you and Gerri stayed up in her bedroom snacking on liquorice and caramel M&Ms.
When parties happened at Gerri’s for Kate, the crowd was mostly filled with laidback wine moms, but when parties were filled with mostly Danny’s coworkers and friends, parties were lively and a bit loud and full of overly-excited drunks — himself included.
But once the scent of barbecue from the backyard started travelling up to Gerri’s room, neither of you could hold back waiting until you could sneak out and get some food without being noticed.
Maybe you should’ve gone out earlier when there weren’t as many people, but you both easily lost track of time when Gerri started playing you a bunch of new songs she was trying to learn on her guitar; after each song, at least one of you would keep saying that you had time for her to play just one more before you went downstairs to get food.
As if trekking through dangerous terrain, Gerri went downstairs first while you followed behind slowly. She mapped out the backyard and spotted the table set up with food.
In the driveway, a few cars shut their doors and Gerri pulled you out to the back with her so you could both quickly fill your plates before the next wave of guests filed into the backyard.
Wordlessly, she gave you a plate and a fork and an empty cup so you could make quick work of bringing the food and drinks up to her bedroom.
Chatter went on in the background and Gerri listened in on the conversation to keep herself aware of whether she or you were yet detected.
Once you finished filling your plates, Gerri put her hand on your upper back and urged you forward. She whispered in your ear beyond clenched teeth, “Hurry, hurry.”
“Oh! Ladies!” Kate called out to both of you and hurried over to grab Gerri’s hand.
“Mom…” she hissed quietly, trying to protest without making too much of a fuss lest she bring about more attention to the both of you.
Though you weren’t pulled back with her, you didn’t want to leave Gerri outside alone so you stuck around too and followed behind your girlfriend while she was pulled back into the depths of the precarious backyard.
Ignoring her daughter’s complaints, Kate turned around and introduced her to the guests who just stepped into the backyard with dishes of food in their hands.
“Have you met my daughter Gerri?” she asked them and placed a hand on her back, urging her forward subtly.
“Hi,” Gerri greeted, and you could hear her response grit out of her as if her throat had suddenly become the texture of a cheese grater.
She chatted a little with Kate and Danny’s mutual friends, and from the corner of your eye you could see Danny approaching.
You bit the inside of your cheek and looked over to Gerri, who also noticed her father approaching before quickly becoming impatient, evident in the way she began running her fingernail along the side of her paper plate anxiously.
“Oh, heavens,” Kate said and reached back to then wrap an arm around you and pull you forward. “We’re completely ignoring Y/N.”
A brief wordless exchange of desperation was shared between you and Gerri’s eyes when she caught sight of you being pulled in front of her.
Kate rubbed her hand against your upper arm and introduced you: “This is Y/N — Gerri’s girlfriend.”
“Mom!” whined Gerri as she tugged at her mom’s sleeve to keep her quiet. Her face looked flushed and she avoided eye contact with you, and it seemed to you that she felt flustered and embarrassed and you thought it was really cute.
You subtly bumped your knuckle against her hand and she smiled at you shyly.
“What?” Kate asked cluelessly, looking between the both of you. “Gerri, honey, we all support you here. Don’t be shy. It’s not nice to exclude your girlfriend from things.”
“We’re so proud of the two of them,” Danny said and wrapped his arms around both you and Gerri, pulling the both of you into a side hug. “We always worried some heartbreaker would come in and swoop our sweet girl away from us, but we struck gold by having Y/N join our family. We’ve always considered her as one of our own.”
His words nearly nestled within you with great sentiment and warmth and you parted your lips to thank him graciously before he added, “You know, my best friend in high school was gay.”
Gerri groaned and pushed her dad away before taking your wrist and dragging you back inside, hot steam practically fuming out of her ears.
Danny shook his fists in the air happily. “I love the gays!” he then exclaimed to which several of his friends also cheered.
Daytime drinking was no joke.
When you finally got back into the house together and were passing the living room, three of Gerri’s much-younger cousins that just started playing Mario Kart on the Switch turned around and cheered together with bright smiles, “Hi, Gerri’s girlfriend!”
“Her name is Y/N,” Kate called across the kitchen as she was bringing in an empty pitcher of water to refill.
Gerri’s head snapped back around to scowl at her mother who she just couldn’t seem to get away from.
“Hi, Y/N!” her cousins corrected, still waving cheerfully.
You smiled back and waved, “Hello, Gerri’s cousins.”
They found that a little funny for whatever reason and their giggles made you laugh.
“Why can’t you guys just mind your own business and play your stupid game?” Gerri angrily snapped at them and pulled you upstairs by the wrist.
Peering over your girlfriend’s shoulder as she led you back upstairs, you exchanged one more wave with her cousins who were still smiling at you from the living room.
When the two of you finally got back to her bedroom, Gerri locked her door and told you that neither of you were to open it if someone knocked, and if needed she’d talk to whoever was outside only through the closed door.
After that rule was sternly set, the both of you changed into more comfortable clothes as you weren’t planning on going back out any further than the kitchen for the rest of the night.
While sitting at her desk together eating with a show playing on her laptop, you mixed a bite of a caramel M&M with a bite of steak to prove to her that chocolate and meat did indeed mix together well.
You opened your mouth to show her but didn’t even get half a second into it before her hand landed right on your face and she pushed you back.
“You’re so gross,” she laughed and handed you her water bottle, still convinced that it tasted horrendous together. But you pushed forward after you swallowed and nuzzled your nose against her cheek.
Feeling suddenly sentimental in the cool air of her bedroom doing nothing but spending time together like you always had as friends and now as girlfriends, you hugged her tight and spoke against her cheek, “You’re my best friend, Gerri.”
She set her water bottle down and turned her head so she could look at you. “You’re mine too,” she said and smiled happily.
Sometimes when it came suddenly without either of you really thinking about it, kissing each other often made you both feel a bit stunned afterwards for just a second or two like how it felt just then when she kissed you.
It was something to get used to — the fact that you could kiss each other now.
A part of you hoped neither of you would ever get used to it though, because you loved seeing Gerri look away from you afterwards while her cheeks were flushed a soft pink, and how much wider her smile got when you kissed her again while she was still feeling a bit shy.
When the two of you got tired, you laid in bed together with Gerri’s arms wrapped around your body hugging you securely from behind, her chin resting atop your head. She played with your fingers idly while you continued to watch your show together on her laptop.
Eventually, you could tell from the sound of her breathing that she was beginning to fall asleep and although she told you she could stay up for a little longer, you convinced her to sleep when you turned around and laid her head against your chest. She told you that she’d wake up later so you didn’t have to end the night off so early and that she was only taking a small nap.
You kept your fingers slowly massaging the back of her head so she didn’t have to try keeping herself awake, and so the next time Gerri woke up was early in the morning with the soft light from her desk still on and your warm arms still wrapped around her body while you slept.
Your first night spent together as lovers, albeit initially frenzied, ended up being nothing less than perfect.
But what was your friendship with Gerri if not a bit chaotic from time to time?
That was how you liked it, anyway.
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❣︎ ⎯⎯ you look pretty in my clothes .
PAIRING ! nishimura riki x fem!reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.6k
PROMPT(S) ! 4. kiss to the side of the head ;; 6. fixing the other’s clothes ;; 8. embracing them from behind // requested by @enhypenenthusiast @yourlocalni-kisimp @emmachase89 <3 // 2k followers event
A/N. ! this was so much fun and so cute to write. i rlly hope you guys enjoy this one,,, and hopefully tumblr will have some mercy on me and let me show up in the tags again 🤧 anyways, i hope you enjoy <3
with loud music bouncing off the walls of the practice room, riki danced, watching his reflection in the mirror. however, he wasn’t able to concentrate to the best of his abilities, because you were sitting in front of him, back against the mirror as you watched him dance with a proud smile filled with admiration.
just you alone being there in his view made it hard for him to focus. maybe it was your beauty or maybe it was just that you being there was different that caused him to lose concentration. whatever it was, it wasn’t helping.
and then he realized you were wearing his t-shirt.
being already baggy on him made it look like you were practically drowning in his top, but you weren’t complaining. being enveloped in the soft fabric with your boyfriend’s scent was a type of comfort in a way for you.
and little did you know, seeing you in his own clothes was also a comfort to riki.
when he finally noticed it, he looked at you with adoration in his eyes and a wide, goofy smile and walked towards you with his hand extended in your direction.
you took it and he pulled you up, turning you around to face the mirror with him before he embraced you from behind with still a large and happy grin.
after a couple seconds of admiring you in the mirror in his shirt, he left a kiss to the side of your head, completely and utterly in love with you. and when he pulled back, he just continued to squeeze you tighter, loving the way you looked, especially in that moment.
but soon, an idea popped into his head, and he quickly pulled back and ran to the other side of the room, leaving you shocked and confused. your eyes followed him, only to realize the hoodie that was now in his hands. it was his. and he carried it proudly with a toothy smirk.
he walked towards you, and didn’t waste any time in pulling it over your head, causing you to giggle, because once again, you weren’t complaining.
after getting the piece of clothing on you, he looked at you in the mirror, as were you, and he began adjusting certain parts of the fabric to get the clothing on you properly.
he then wrapped his arms around your waist, placing them right back where they were before and admiring you through the reflection once again.
“you look really, really pretty,” he told you with a genuine tone before adding, “like always. but like—especially now—you in my clothes is just- wow. it’s like looking at a beautiful, female version of me.”
at his last, playful sentence, you both cackled and you turned around in his hold before hitting him on the chest.
he feigned pain before laughing and saying, “but in all seriousness, you really look absolutely gorgeous. how did i get so lucky?”
you couldn’t help but smile, turning around once more and immediately leaving a kiss on his lips. catching him off guard, he almost fell back but quickly managed and started kissing you back, hands on your waist, pulling you closer.
not only was he lucky to be dating you, but so were you to have found him, the love of your life.
A/N. hoping the tags work this time 💔🤞🏻 thanks for taking the time to read ^_^
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Day 2 -> fremi + tree decorating
☆ - it’s christmas time in the house of the hearth… ♡ - freminet (+mentions of arlecchino) !! ♪ - freminet is an adult in this, festive fluff | gn reader ★ - note: day two of my event ! i love freminet sm and thought this would be cute too :3
it’s the festive season in fontaine, a time of joy for kids and grownups alike. last night bought the first snowfall of winter, so arlecchino decided it would be the perfect time to start decorating. the house of the hearth may be home to orphans, but they have a good father- a father that likes to uphold family traditions. being as close as you are with freminet, he thought it only right to invite you to help with the preparations.
with festive garlands decorating the halls and ceilings, extra blankets ready for the colder nights and stockings hung up above the fireplace, all that was left was the tree. it was a modest tree, not too tall so the children can reach all the branches. regardless of its size, it was beautiful and fit perfectly in the main room. many of the hearth’s children were stood around, excitedly hanging baubles, tinsel and even small lights made by freminet. the tree was looking extravagant, all that was needed was gifts in the space below.
with the tree decorated, the children left, leaving just you and the quiet cryo boy. you were about to ask freminet if anything else needed to be done when he pulled out a small box. you tilted your head quizzically, and he in turn motioned for you to open it up. as you did, he murmured,
“it’s us… well pers and…” you couldn’t make out the final word he said, but you were too shocked to reply anyway. inside the box sat two tiny penguins, one a smaller pers and the other a smaller you. you met his gaze with a sweet smile, one that he returned. you both took the small penguin version of yourself and hung them on the tree, making sure they were close together. freminet then moved the small pers’ hand to be holding the small you’s hand, but was to scared to hold your actual hand.
you took the opportunity to do just that, linking your fingers together as you watched small fairy lights twinkle around the 4 2 of you. you may not belong to the house of the hearth, but you’d always be welcomed there.
thank you for reading day 2 ! please reblog if you enjoyed.
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first off: Tears for fears was AMAZING!! I can’t wait for part 4! i’m so excited to find out what happens.
in the meantime, could you maybe write something loosely based on the song “scotty doesn’t know”? like, reader is best friends with steve but he doesn’t know that reader and eddie ‘do it in his van every sunday’? and when he finally finds out he’s absolutely pissed off. but not because they’re doing it but because no one bothered to tell him?! thank you xx
Stevie doesn't know
a/n: ahh i'm so glad you liked tears for fears🥺if you want you can send me a dm so i can make sure ur on the tag list for the last chapter!! also,,,scotty doesn't know is my SHIT!!! i love that song sm and i'm so glad you came to me with this idea😭i took my own little twist on it bc i'm a sucker for being fought over so slay! i hope you like this anon and credit to the gif owner! <3
read part two here!
warnings: unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap ur tool), mentions of weed (i luv u weed), eddie being a little mean and having some dom vibes?? i can't remember tbh i think that's all
Eddie Munson was an absolute menace. It goes without saying, but he and Steve have always had this little unspoken battle on who's better. Maybe it started when Dustin became friends with the older metal head, or maybe it was when Steve learned about your and Eddie's history.
“Wait, so you dated Eddie?!”
You took a sip from your water bottle and focused on the textbook in front of you.
“No, we didn't date. I’d just buy weed from him and instead of paying him, we’d bang.”
He’d ask tons of questions about it, unsure of how he should feel knowing you're both still really close. Luckily for you, you were a great liar. The guilt would eat you away whenever Steve did sweet things for you. Like last week when he saw a bouquet and bought them just because he thought you'd like them, but fuck was Eddie Munson a goddamn great lay. The lines between your and Steve’s friendship were blurry. Some days you'd act like a happily married couple, other days you could both gag from each other's affection and cute nicknames.
Once Steve learns about you and Eddie he's hesitant to leave you alone with him. Steve has wanted you the second he's laid his eyes on you, but he's not the best when it comes to asking out girls let alone asking you out. With that being said, he trusts you, it's Eddie he doesn't trust. The flirting, the cute nicknames, the glances never stopped when Steve made it clear that he had a crush on you and planned on asking you out, it always had him on edge and Eddie loved it. Weeks go by and you skip down the stairs of Steve’s house blowing him a kiss goodbye.
“Hey, call me when you get home, okay?”
“I will Harrington, don't worry about me.”
He walks you to your car, palms sweating as he decides that today is the day. Today, Steve Harrington plans on asking you to have dinner with him at Enzo’s. He's rehearsed it so many times in the restroom mirror that he could recite the question in his sleep.
Okay, Steve, he thinks to himself. Just ask the question.
“Thanks for walking me to my car Steve, you didn't have to do that.”
Steve smiles and opens the door for you. “I don't mind, just being a gentleman.” Ask her Steve.
You giggle and get into the car, putting the key in the ignition and starting it.
“Bye Steve! I'll see you later.”
Ask her! It's just six words, Steve! Do you want to get dinner? It's not that hard!
“Bye! Drive safe.”
He waves goodbye from his driveway and groans loudly once your tail lights are out of sight.
“Nice going, you blew it.”
-
You never called Steve. As soon as you got home you saw Eddie was parked in your driveway and you couldn't ignore the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach or the smile that crept onto your face.
“Hi, Eddie.” you giggled out while walking toward him.
Eddie smiles and leans against the van. As soon as you're within arms reach he pulls you in by the waist and kisses your forehead.
“Hey, there pretty girl.” He lets out a low whistle when he sees your outfit. It's nothing special, just Steve’s sweater paired with your favorite pleated skirt. He raises his hand and twirls you around, biting his lower lip when your skirt lifts a bit.
“Where were you dressed all pretty like this?”
You blush and roll your eyes.
“With Stevie, it was nice out so I went over to his house for a swim. Well, I lied. I actually wanted to watch a movie but we somehow got outside and found ourselves in the pool.”
Eddie lets out a tsk and grabs the bright yellow sweater between his fingers.
“I've never seen this sweater on you, is it new?” He knew the answer already. It's not your sweater, but it is now. Eddie knows all too well that you have sticky fingers when it comes to clothes that didn't belong to you.
You shake your head. “It’s Steve's, I spilled cherry soda on my shirt so he offered me the sweater while he cleaned it.”
“Pretty,” he mumbles. His hands drop down to your thighs, going under your skirt just a little bit. He lets out a chuckle when he hears you take a sharp breath in. “You have something for me?” he whispers.
“H-huh?” you mumble while looking at him with a dazed look.
He smiles and rests a hand on your cheek. “Haven't done a damn thing and you already look so fucked out.”
“You're mean.”
“Yeah, but you like that don't you pretty girl?”
He's an absolute menace, but he's also 100% correct.
“Wanna take me to your room?”
That's how you find yourself on top of Eddie with his hands roughly holding onto your hips. There are going to be bruises in the shape of his fingertips, but you don't care. You love the marks he leaves on you.
“Look so fucking pretty like this baby.” he grunts out. “So perfect for me.”
You whine out and wipe at the sweat that's dancing on your forehead with the back of your hand.
“‘M hot Eddie,” you start to tug at the sweater but his hands stop you.
“I know baby, keep the sweater on,” he smirks at you. You've kept clothes on when having sex, they're usually your skirts though never the tops. This is different though. You're wearing Steve’s sweater. This is a sweater you plan on returning which means Steve is going to be wearing the sweater Eddie fucked you in. Eddie hasn't decided if he’ll even hint at what activities were done while you wore the annoying, brightly colored sweater.
Eddie’s thrusts stop causing you to whine, but the phone has rung three times now and it's getting on Eddie's nerves.
He picks up the phone by your nightstand and smirks when he hears a familiar voice.
“Y/n! Hey, I was just checking to see if you made it home. You never called so…yeah.”
“Sorry, Stevie,” Eddie grunted out. “Y/n is a bit…full right now.”
Eddie roughly thrusts up into you, smirking when you throw your hands over your mouth to keep quiet.
“Oh, did you like…take her out to eat?”
Eddie chuckles. “Yeah. S-something like that.” Eddie’s thrusts are getting sloppy, but he slows down when he has a bright idea.
“Actually, she's right here if you want to talk to her.”
Your eyes widen and you shake your head, but Eddie is already handing you the phone.
“Make one little noise and I promise you I won't be letting you finish tonight,” he whispers before putting the phone to your ear.
He's so evil but fuck, you love it.
“H-hello?”
“Y/n hey! I'm guessing you made it home safe?”
You hum and look down at Eddie, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his mouth is attached to your nipple.
“That's good! So listen, I have a question to ask you.”
You loved listening to Steve. You could do it all day, but right now you really wish he'd hang up the phone.
Eddie’s hand falls to your clit and starts rubbing in fast circles. He smiles when you let out a whimper and hears Steve ask if everything is okay.
“Tell him, baby,” Eddie whispers in your ear. “Tell him who's fucking you so good.”
You shake your head and clear your throat.
“J-just some food poisoning I think. My stomach h-hurts.”
Eddie chuckles and shakes his head when Steve takes the lie.
“So listen,” Steve says while clearing his throat. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to Enzo’s? We could get some breadsticks and pasta, maybe watch a movie after depending on the time?”
It takes everything in Eddie for him to not grab the phone and slam it on the receiver. His thrusts get rougher and you're beginning to worry Steve can hear the bed creaking.
“H-huh? W-when- fuck.” you moan out. You pull the phone away from you just a little bit and hide your face in the crook of Eddie's neck.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to come over and take you to the doctor?”
Eddie grabs your face with one hand and makes you look at him.
“Yeah, you want him to come over, baby? Want him to see how fuck you properly? Who knows, maybe he'll even want to join.”
The phone is face down on the bed and you smash your lips against Eddie's, moaning against his. He pulls away and grabs the phone, putting it back to your ear.
“Answer him, baby.”
You shake your head. You don't trust your voice right now. Eddie is fucking you and he fucking you good, and truth be told you don't even remember what Steve asked you.
“Look at you, too fucked out to even answer him. Do you want my help?”
You nod your head.
“I need to hear you, baby. Or are you too stupid to even talk?”
Your hips are moving to meet his thrusts as you whimper for Eddie to help you.
“Hello? Y/n, are you okay?”
Eddie smirks and nods his head. “Tell him you're okay. I'm taking care of you.”
You have a shaky breath.
“Y-yeah! Eddie is taking care of me.”
“Are you sure he is? You were gone for a while.”
You nod your head only to realize that he can't see you. “Yeah! H-he’s taking such good care of me.”
Eddie kisses down your neck making sure to leave some marks here and there.
“Oh, okay. So um, about Enzo’s?”
Fuck. That's what he was asking. You look to Eddie with pleading eyes as the knot in your abdomen begins to tighten.
“Tell him yes. Tell him how you’d love to go with him.”
Eddie leans back and grabs onto your hips. You know what's coming, it's going to be you if he's doing what you think he's going to do. Your grip on the phone tightens when Eddie starts slamming into you.
“W-what day?”
“Tomorrow? If that's okay with you!”
Eddie’s hand finds your clit again and he curses under his breath when he feels you clench around him. He smirks knowing you're close and doesn't do anything to slow down his movements.
Yesyesyesyesyes. “Yeah! I'd love to!” You squeal out.
“Really? I mean, cool! Cool, yeah. Okay, so I'll see you tomorrow?”
“Mhm! F-fuck I'll see you t-tomorrow. Bye, Steve!”
You don't even give him the chance to say goodbye before you hang the phone up and let out all the noises you've been holding back.
What you and Eddie didn't know was that Steve knew what was happening on the other side of the phone. He knew the moment Eddie picked up the phone that he was the reason why you never got to call him. He may have been born at night, but he wasn’t born last night. Steve chuckles and shakes his head, he's a little upset about the call but he has no control over you.
“Game on, Munson,” he mumbled to himself.
The next day comes by faster than Eddie would like and he's following you around your room while you get ready for your date with Steve.
“Are you really going out with him?”
You try your best to cover the marks Eddie left on your neck.
“Yes I'm going Eddie!” you chuckle out. “You were the one who told me to say yes.”
He lets out a whine and wraps his arms around you.
“I didn't think you were actually going! If I knew you were serious I would've fucked you a little harder that way you couldn't walk to his car.”
At the mention of Steve, you hear his car pull into your driveway.
“My chariot awaits me. Behave yourself when I open that door, Eddie!”
Eddie rolls his eyes and mocks you under his breath. He sees the way you smile at Steve and how happy you look when he hands you the flowers he's picked for you. You step aside to let him in, turning toward Eddie and mouthing behave while you find a vase for the flowers.
Eddie smirks when he sees Steve stiffen at the sight of him.
“Hey, Harrington.”
“Munson.” Steve said while nodding his head at him.
“So, where are you taking my girl tonight?”
Steve chuckled and pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek.
“You know, you're saying she's your girl, but who's she going out on a date with?”
Eddie nodded his head and smiled. “Fair enough, but who's di-”
“OKAY!” You interrupted with an awkward chuckle. “Well, it's getting late so Steve and I should start heading out.”
Eddie smiles and waves goodbye to you both, but he stops Steve before he can leave the house.
“Don't forget your sweater, Stevie.”
Steve looks down at the sweater in Eddie’s hands and smiles.
“It's hers now, if anything I'll pick it up when I drop her off tomorrow morning.”
Eddie watches you and Steve drive off with only one thing running through his mind. If Steve Harrington wants a war, then a war he shall have.
“Game on, Harrington.” Eddie says with a chuckle. “Game. On.”
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Undeserving
Pairing: Crosshair x female reader
Summary: Crosshair is finally back home with you and his family. He feels like he's undeserving of you but you tell him otherwise
Warning: angst, panic feeling, PTSD, reassuring, cute fluff at the end
A/n: with season 3 out I've decided to whip something up for Crosshair. If you haven't seen the first three episodes yet feel free to skip or reblog to read it later. Also, I tagged it with season 3 spoilers just in case
Crosshair woke up in a panic. He was still there in that hell hole being experimented on by that monster. He wanted out. He needed to escape and get back to his brothers and Omega. He needed to get back to you. His breathing started to increase and he felt like he couldn't breathe. His hand started shaking as the darkness crept in and he wanted all of it to stop.
You woke up next to him and when you noticed that Crosshair wasn't lying down you looked over at him. He was sitting up and even in the dark you could see that he was visibly shaking with the moonlight lighting up the room. Crosshair was having another episode. The doctor he had started seeing told you that this was normal with people who have gone through traumatic experiences and that you have to be patient with him. You got out of bed and quickly turned on the bedroom lights before going over to Crosshair and kneeling down in front of him.
"Crosshair?" You carefully and gently took ahold of his hands in yours and held them close to remind him that you were there for him. Crosshair's hand was still shaking but as you held his hands in yours he slowly came out of whatever memory he was reliving and squeezed your hands. You continued to hold his hands until he was back to the present and when Crosshair started to cry you sat next to him and pulled him into a hug. Crosshair held onto you and you let him until he had no more tears to shed.
The two of you sit there for a while in silence until Crosshair asks you a question. "Why are you still with me?" You furrowed your brows. "What?" Crosshair sat up and looked at you. "Why are you still with me?" "Why are you asking me that?" Crosshair sighs. "I just.." He looks down at his hand which had started shaking again. "I'm broken. I've done things that you would never forgive me for and now this." Crosshair curls his hand into a fist and closes his eyes. "I don't deserve you. You should leave. Be with someone who can take care of you. Someone who can give you the life you want. Someone who isn't is as broken as I am."
Your eyes go wide and you take ahold of his face in your hands and turn his head to face you. "Look at me, Crosshair." Crosshair hesitates before opening his eyes and looking right at you. "Never say that. You are not broken. You made it out of there alive and you made it all the way back to me. Never, ever say that I should leave you. I'm not going anywhere. I belong with you and this is where I'll stay." You scoot closer and kiss him on the lips. You pull away after a second and place your forehead on his.
"You are kind and caring and one of the sweetest men I know. You are loved by your brothers and sister and me. You're a survivor. I don't care what you did before all this. I forgave you for it a long time ago. You deserve your happy ending and all of us will be there for it." Crosshair held you tight and kissed you on the lips. He pulls away and looks down at you. "Thank you." You smiled at him. "I love you, Crosshair, and I always will." "Crosshair placed his forehead on yours again. "I love you too."
For the rest of the night Crosshair slept with you in his arms and for the first time in his life he slept without the threat of the nightmares coming back to haunt him and with a new purpose.
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