#the ink ran out when i was filling his shirt in

[last-starry-sky]

Simon constantly teases you about how short/small you are. It upsets you, makes you feel singled out, weak, incompetent. Turns out he’s just dying to know how well you can fit him, how big his cock would look next to your hands and feet. Won’t shut up about it during sex either. A dash of mean Simon + his untapped size kink

eeeeee im gonnafuckining explode OKAY FOR REAL I WAS DYING WHEN I SAW THIS. thank u, beautiful, patient anon, for blessing me with this prompt!! I hope I did it justice!

ghost x petite!f!military!reader

(MDNI - NSFW uhhhh grossly inaccurate military stuff, creeper, bully simon :), i’m using “petite” as in “shorter and smaller than the average woman” trying to keep everything as open and vague as possible, oral, deep throating, ghost has a raging size kink, unprotected piv, also this is LONG (5.6k) 💀 i'm sorry!!! skip to the end for smut if that's all you want!❤️) 

It’s been the same fucking comments from your lieutenant all week. Day in, day out and it’s starting to wear a sore spot into your hardened skin. 

“Muzzle up. Arms tired already? ‘s a big rifle for someone your size to carry.”

“Keep pace with the group. Your short legs aren’t their problem.”

“Shoulders back! Chest out! Some’ve y’ need all the height you can get!”

All you can do is grit out a “yes, sir” or “no, sir” and push yourself even harder to keep up with the taller and stronger men and women around you. The massive Brit in charge is running your training group. While you expected this to be hard (your CO hadn’t been mincing words when he pitched it as “advanced”) but you never expected this. 

First of all, from the very beginning, he seemed to have a problem with you. Only you. There were a handful of women in the group, but you were unfortunately the shortest and smallest. Not that it bothered you. You’d spent your whole life this size. You were used to it. It was everyone else, especially the wanna-be, alpha males that flocked to the military like flies, that gave you grief over it.

The second you all lined up off the transport, you could feel his eyes on you. You tried not to stare back while the other Brit, Captain Price, gave a short introductory talk. You hadn’t heard a word of it. He stood there, flanking the captain, in a black, skin tight t shirt, with his obscenely muscled arms crossed over his ridiculously broad chest. A buzzing filled your ears as his black eyes bored into you. His stare so hot and heavy it made you sweat. His eyes were all of his face that he left uncovered, the rest was hidden by a skull mask and balaclava. You tried to ignore him, but you swore you saw the ink on his arm flexing as the captain introduced him: Lt. Ghost.

From the first training exercise, a simple one on one spar, he pulled you of all people from the women’s group to demonstrate on. What could you do? Refuse? He had at least a foot and close to one hundred pounds of muscle on you. You tried not to shake as you squared up at the opposite end of the mat. 

He told you to rush him, to “show him what you got”. Well, you tried. Once he gave signal to start, all you could do was try to fake him out. You ran at him before quickly darting to the side, trying to get behind him using your short stature to your advantage. Unfortunately for you, he was crazy agile for a large guy. He pivoted on his foot, watching you as you tried to fade to his left. You steeled yourself when he caged you in his arms, sweeping your feet off the mat. Your world was a blur until he slammed you roughly down onto the mat. Your breath was knocked from you, your vision spinning. You heard the crowd around you let out a collective “OH”. It took you a moment to realize he had you pinned. Your legs and hands held painfully down with his own. 

“‘sat all y’ got? Givin’ up already?” he grunted out with a gravely laugh while he stared down at you. He leaned down until his chest was pressed to yours, that stupid mask just grazing your face. “Or y’ got some fight left in y’? 

Hell yeah you still had some fight in you. You managed to slip out one leg from under him, jamming your knee quickly into his side. A kidney hit was dirty, you knew that. You wouldn’t dream of doing it in a normal spar, against an evenly matched partner, but he deserved it for picking on you; for picking a woman when he could have easily dominated any of the men in the room. He reacted exactly as you expected: crumpling forward in pain. You didn’t waste a second pulling your hands and legs from his grip. Another cry rang out from the crowd when you rolled out from under him, ready to jump on his back and make the pin.

“Olright, olright,” he said rubbing at his side, sitting up with a grunt before you could pin him. “I yield, y’ cheatin’ lil’ git. Next up.” 

He pointed at one of the other soldiers to come forward and take your place. The man gave you a fist bump as you left the mat and you told him “good luck”. You knew he would need it. When you turned around you saw that Ghost’s gaze had never left you. 

-

You walked back to base on Friday with your blood boiling, failure weighing heavy on your psyche after a long, hot afternoon of sniper training. You had given all you could; had put up with extra hard, extra long training, with comment after comment about your size and strength. 

Shorty. Shrimp. Rifle looks like it weights more than you. Gonna manage that?

Up early, in late everyday, almost too tired to eat and shower by the end. You had a mind to march right into Price’s office and tell him you were leaving that night. You’d made it a week, that was good enough for you. You would rather face hell from your CO back home than endure another hour of this. The second you sat down on your bunk, however, you passed out.

The exhaustion must have snapped something in your brain. You woke up a few hours later groggy and sweaty, your bunk mate snoring away. You were half on your bed with your feet still in your boots. You rolled onto your back with a groan, wiping the dried tears and dust from your cheeks. 

You let your weak arms fall over your face. You felt pathetic. You honestly wanted to just lay on your thin mattress and cry in the dark until the day started. Another day of enduring that British cunt with a superiority complex calling you short and weak, of singling you out in front of your peers, of making you question your career up to this point. He was eroding the very core of your person at this point, and you didn’t know how much long you could take it. 

You let out a sigh and, with more than a little effort, pull your sore, battered body out of bed. What you really needed was to shower, to think this out, and then find Captain Price to talk. No good would come from rushing into a decision in this state. 

You enjoyed your shower. It was nice to have all of the hot water and the whole communal space to yourself. You took your time getting dressed back into your rumbled clothes in the empty locker room. Nothing but the sound of dripping water echoing off the tile around you. 

Leaving the showers, you looked up and down the bare corridors, only enough of the overhead fluorescents left on to avoid a safety hazard. Your hair dripped onto your shoulders while you stood in the center of the hall. Price’s office had to be somewhere around here.

You wandered out of the barracks, down hall after hall of the same, painted block walls and plain tile floors, until you started seeing name plates posted haphazardly on the wooden doors. Your eyes wandered from door to door until you found what you were looking for: a sheet of 8.5x11 paper taped crookedly outside an office with Cpt. Price scrawled across the middle.

You let out a sigh of relief as you brought up your hand to knock on the door. It was almost over. The captain seemed like a reasonable man. He would surely be willing to listen to you, maybe give you some sound advice on whether you were actually cut out for this level of training. Before your hand could land on the door, a gloved hand came out from the shadows of the hall in front of you to rest above yours.

“What’re you doin’ here?” he whispered harshly.

You didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. You closed your eyes in annoyance, balling your hands at your sides. Of fucking course he was here. Right at the last hurdle. Right before you could seek relief from a superior, his superior too. You let out a long breath through your nose before you opened your eyes to face him.

“I came to talk to Captain-” you started speaking with a wavering voice before he cut you off.

“Not in. Not yet, at least. Had a long night.” 

He leaned against the door, starting down at you again. God, he fucking annoyed you. You’d never had a CO that frayed at your nerves like he did. How dare he come off so cool, gripping his oversized biceps with his stupid skeleton gloves. 

You stepped back from the door. “I’ll come back when he’s in then. Sorry-”

“Can help you if you need somethin’” he interrupted you again, casually canting his hips forward, moving his hand to the door handle. 

You shook you head. While you really wanted to give him a piece of your mind, you would prefer not ending this with a disciplinary, so you bit your tongue. 

“I don’t need anything from you,” you answered with just a bit of venom.

He heard it, you were sure of it. He clicked the door open, letting it fall open to reveal the dark room inside. 

“No. I think you do, small-stuff.” When you didn’t make a move, just let another angry breath out your nose and furrow your brow deeper, he shifted to the side and pointed inside the room. “In. Now. That’s an order.”

You clenched your teeth and did as you were told. Not that you had an option now. 

-

You walked up to the desk at the back of the room. Price sure did keep his office in a state. Papers and folders were piled across his desk. A landline phone and old desktop computer were shoved to either corner of the desk. More folders and binders piled over the keyboard and hid the keypad of the phone. You heard Ghost’s boots squeak lightly on the tile behind you, then the door shut with a click. Another, soft click followed. He flipped the light switch, illuminating the spot right above you with hazy, yellow light. 

You turned to face the man who’d gone out of his way to made himself your nemesis for the past week. He silently sauntered up to you, stopping behind one of the chairs in front of the desk. You crossed your arms defensively over your chest and tried to make your face placid while he pulled the chair out. He took a seat, well, he tried too. He could barely fit his massive fame in the little chair. It groaned underneath him as he mirrored your pose, arms crossed and legs spread. 

You sat silently staring at each other before he asked, “Well?” with a roll of his shoulders. 

You picked over your words, trying to detangle everything you had thought up in the shower. Ghost bouncing his knee pulled you back to reality. It was like the threatening hiss of a rattlesnake's tail. Better to just get it out than keep him waiting.

“Do you have a problem with me?” you squeaked out, eyes on you boots. The direct route it was, then. 

“What?” he asked, confused.

You looked up at him, exhausted, eyes pleading. “Look, I know I’m short and not as strong as the other guys . . . especially the guys, but the way you talk to me-”

“Don’t have a problem with y’,” he said throwing his arm across the back of the chair, readjusting while he raked his eyes up and down your frumpy form. Probably looking for something to complain about. “If’m bein’ honest-” he started before cutting himself off and turning his head. 

You uncrossed your arms, letting them fall to your sides. “What . . .” you questioned, gesturing with your hands in front of you. “Then why do you-”

He jiggled his knee a few more times before turning back to face you. “Little thing like you,” he said darkly, so deep and low you almost didn’t hear it. He clenched his fingers on his pants as he cleared his throat. “You keep up with the rest’ve ‘em well enough. Ain’t got a problem.”

“Little thing,” you whispered, repeating him sarcastically. 

Ghost groaned at that. Honest to god groaned in front of you, sending a shiver up your spine. You froze as his heavy eyes found their way back to you. 

“Yeah. You sure are,” he said scraping his fingers down his pants. “Spunky, too. Used t’ fightin’ for your place. Like that. Makes me wonder-” he trailed off as his large eyes wandered down from your face to your chest. 

You were shocked. No way. You had to be misinterpreting this. Maybe you were still sunstroked from yesterday, because there was no way you were reading him correctly. 

“Wonder what?” you piped, blush pinching at your cheeks.

“Wonder . . .” he said rocking his head back and forth, trying to tie a sentence together. “Wonder if y’ can be sweet, too.” He let you stew in wide-eyed disbelief for a moment as he gestured at you. “Wonder what you look like underneath all that.” Your stomach clenched as he tilted his hips forward, spreading his legs wider, to palm is cock through his pants. “Wonder if it matches what I’ve imagined.”

You would be lying if it was just your stomach clenching after that shameless display.

It was crazy how it all made sense now. The constant attention. The names. You thought he was being overly hard on you, picking at you, trying to get you to drop out. You rubbed a hand over your heated face. He was a grown man (a large one, too) that was acting like a little boy with a worm on a stick, chasing the girl he liked around the playground. You thought he hated you and all this time he was actually getting off to you. You felt like an absolute moron. 

“Doesn’t have t’ leave this room. If you’re interested,” he said in that deep gravel, still trying to keep himself together. 

You let him sit in silence for a long, tortuous, moment. 

“And if I’m not?” you finally asked. 

He nodded to the door behind him with his head. “Then leave. Talk t’ Price in the morning. No harm.”

“No foul,” you finished his phrase, running your fingers over your bottom lip. 

Silence hung between you for a hot moment in the cold, stale air of the office. You had a hard time believing he would just let you go at this point. Not that you planned to, the danger intrigued you too much to walk away. This line of work had made you a wholly different animal, it’s why you were here. You ran into war zones, battlefields, hostage negotiations, the places others couldn’t run out of fast enough. You’d been dealing with the people that most couldn’t stomach, the ones that couldn’t function in civilian society, for so long that they had worn a place under your skin. This lieutenant, Ghost, he had been in this just as long, if not longer, than you. He had to feel the same. Fuck, he had be worse.     

“What . . . what do you want?” you finally managed to ramble out. 

He let out a rough hum of satisfaction. You hated how you responded to it. You rolled your thighs together and, fuck, you were wet. You let out a small, shuddering breath. You’d gone a week with no praise, no kindness, and now here he was, the big, bully Brit who’d made your life hell practically purring over you. 

He trained his hungry eyes on you and motioned up with a flick of his fingers. “Wanna see ‘em. Don’t even have’t take your shirt off.”

A part of you wondered if this was all a trick as you slowly rucked your t shirt up to expose your stomach. That would track with how your week had gone so far. He was so blatant and open though, gripping the chair beneath him like he was about to launch out of it at a moment’s notice. He groaned as you pulled your shirt up to reveal your plain black sports bra. It was nothing special, standard issue, but it kept you strapped down. Not that you really had all that much to contain. 

He ran his hand over (what you assumed) was his mouth under the balaclava. He waited a moment for you to continue before urging you forward. 

“Come on, love. Don’t get shy. Wanna see ‘em.”

You slipped your fingers underneath the wide band at the bottom, hesitating only a moment before you pulled everything, shirt included, up over your head. You stared down at your chest while you balled your clothes in your hands.

“Not much to see,” you whispered, watching your nipples perk and skin pucker under the AC.

“Fuckin’ hell” was all he said. You dared to look up. “Fuck,” he continued, “Fuckin’ . . . get over’ere. Just fuckin’ dyin’ t’ get my hands on you.”

You dropped your clothes on the floor, closing the few steps between you quickly before falling forward into his grasp. You weren’t sure if you were ready for what this desperate, mountain of a man was about to unleash on you, but fuck did it excite you. Once he had you between his legs, gloved hands scraping up your back and around your waist, testing his fingers as he held you, but he didn’t do anything but look. He stared at you like you were made of glass. 

You stared at him, too. You hadn’t been this close since he’d pinned you on the first day, and you were pretty sure you’d been half-concussed then. You could see where he had eye black painted carefully around his eyes to fill the holes in his mask. You could see his long eyelashes, clumped together with that same oily black paint. It made the whites of his eyes stand out vibrantly. His large dark irises darted back and forth over your chest. You wondered what he was planning, what he was thinking. 

He didn’t leave you wondering for long. He pressed you forward, mouthing at your nipple through the mask. You let out a short whine, pussy clenching as his large hands kneaded at your waist. The feeling was like nothing you’d felt before. The fabric between you muted the translation between his actions and your pleasure. You could feel how eagerly he bit and sucked at you, but you were denied half of it. It made you dig your fingers into his shoulders in frustration.

“Want more?” he said haggardly, pulling off of you. He tugged at your belt, not waiting for an answer. “Then get these off.”

You did your best to undo your belt and pants despite your shaking and moaning while he dove back in, working harder at your other nipple. Once you’d dropped your pants down to your ankles he pulled you forward to step out of them, wedging you into the spread of his legs. You toed out of your shoes and then he kicked everything behind you, your boots banging loudly against the steel desk. You heard papers shift and fall, but couldn’t find a reason to care. He held you, running his gloved hands over your exposed skin while you shivered in font of him in nothing but your panties. 

He palmed his cock again before fumbling around to find his belt. You heard him click it open, the metal jangling as it went slack. 

“On your knees,” he ordered breathlessly. “Wan’ see what that little mouth can do with this.” 

You complied immediately, viciously curious as to what he was packing. If the tent in his pants was any indication, you had your work cut out for you. He popped open the button of his fly and then slowly unzipped. You couldn’t see anymore through his briefs than you had in his pants, but still, you leaned forward. You curled your hands on your knees, biting your lip, willing him to give you permission. 

“Go ahead,” he said giving himself one lazy, squeezing pump.

You put your hands on his inner thighs, right above his knees, testing the waters. When he didn’t say anything, you slid your hands up his legs, a soft, swishing sound following. You stopped at his crotch, pulling yourself forward before tentatively, gently, smoothing up his clothed cock. 

He groaned, covering your hand with his, forcing you to grip his girth. Your thumb just barely met your ring finger. 

“Fuckin’-” was all he could get out before pulling your hand off. 

He used his other hand to pull his dick out before pressing your hand to his hard, burning length. You gave him another pump, feeling how the skin stretched beneath your hand, then squeezing to feel how goddamn rigid he was. The tip of his cock made your mouth water. 

It was crazy. On you knees in front of him like this, you weren’t a competent soldier, a woman who held herself with poise and respect in front of her colleagues. He wasn’t an expertly trained, battle-hardened, special operative of the British Army. You were both human. Both hungry. 

You tipped his cock toward you to lap at the underside of the head. You met his eyes just as you closed your mouth around him, sucking the salt from his slit. He shut his eyes with a groan, letting his head fall back for a moment as he reached his hand up to grip at your skull. He opened his eyes to watch as he slowly bobbed your head down his cock. 

He gripped himself at the base, forcing your mouth to take him until you met his fingers. You did. Just barely, gagging as his head slid against the roof of your mouth to the soft palate at the back of your throat. He didn’t let you pull back. Instead, he traced the inside of your lips with his thumb, drool coating his black gloves.

“Lookit’ that,” he groaned as your throat pulsed and burned around him. “Little thing takes it all s’fuckin’ well.”

He let go of your head, letting you pull off of his cock. You stared at it with heavy eyes as your head spun from lack of oxygen, it glistened with your spit in the harsh light. He gave himself another languid stroke, watching you force air into your lungs while you sat practically naked on the floor between his knees. 

“Think you can take it in that little cunt a’yours like that?” he asked, stopping his stroke at the head.

You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him. You gave him a slow nod. Any fear or paranoia you had before was long evaporated. You were wet, horny, needy. You needed him to give you something, and if he was going to give you a choice, you could do worse than getting railed until you couldn’t remember your name. You clenched, hands clawing at your thighs, as you watched him pump another stroke up that monster cock of his in front of your face before grunting out his order.

“Get up then. Against the desk.”

You scrambled up to your feet. He followed you, rising quickly from his chair to tower over you, pressing you backwards into the steel desk. Your hands reached out for purchase as he roughly gripped your thighs, throwing you on top of Price’s paper-laden desk. Folders and binders clattered to the floor, papers swirling across the tile as he shoved you down, ass right on the edge. 

He stood between your legs, hips flush to yours, his cock laying across your standard issue panties like a weapon. He pressed the weight of it against your skin with a groan, head spreading precum into your stomach. Quicker than you realized, he reached behind his back, coming back with a knife. It was almost invisible palmed in his large hand, only the tip of the blade winked from the tip of his thumb. With two quick flicks, he cut up the side of your underwear. He slid the knife back to wherever he had taken it from, like it was the most normal thing in the world, before pulling the now useless scrap of fabric from between the press of your bodies. 

He held the scrap of fabric in his hand for a minute, investigating it under the light before tossing it to the floor.

“Really are beggin’ for it, eh?” He said sliding his cock up the seam of your pussy. His easy, fluid movements as he rocked against you answered for you. “Fuckin’ wet just from that?”

You nodded, lacing your legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer. He pressed his hand into your stomach in response, squishing you against the desk hard enough to make you squirm. He pulled away enough to notch the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Needy little fuckin’ thing,” he said with a punch of his hips, nails biting into the soft skin of your stomach as his tip danced perilously on the edge of holding inside you. “Want it so fuckin’ bad? Want this inside y’?” 

He took himself in hand and watched as he pushed inside. You both groaned. You let your head fall against the desk with a dull thunk, eyes shut and legs shaking as he pushed deeper and deeper inside your slick hole. 

“Fuck.” He was breathless for the first time since you had met him. “Fuck are y’ tight. So fuckin’ small. Even gonna fit it all?” He rambled to himself as he took hold of your hips and watched himself fuck slowly in and out of you; hypnotized by the clutch of your greedy pussy pulling him in, resisting as he pulled out. 

You let out a small cry of frustration, tears pricking around your eyes. He was big, but that wasn’t the problem. You had taken your share of dick, you could take him. It was killing you how slow he was. He was lost in his own world, watching his cock slid in and out of you as you lay there silently begging for him to just fuck you already. 

“Quiet,” he whispered with a half-hearted harshness, hand trailing down to your pussy. 

You almost jumped as he began to rub a wide circle around your clit. Your slick barely dulled the rough texture of his glove. You shuddered, clenching around him, whining as he found a rhythm with his thumb and cock. Your clench punched the breath out of him. He fell over you, bracing himself with his arm. You could hear the hollow sound of his breaths behind his mask as he gave up trying to pump into your vice of a pussy. 

He nuzzled the cold plastic of his mask against your ear. “Not gonna’ last long doin’ shit like that,” he grumbled. He held himself up, pulling your face to look at him with a hand under your jaw. “Wha’d’y want?” 

You stared back at him with confusion. 

“Where d’y want it?” he clarified.

If you had a brain cell still functioning, you would have told him to pull out. It was the safer of the options he was giving you. 

But you didn’t. You moaned out, “Fuck. Inside me. Please,” like the absolute whore you had become once he’d whipped his cock out. 

Not one to question, apparently, Ghost was back in position the moment he heard you. He pulled your hips back to meet his, cock punching all the way in until you winced as the head hit your cervix. He took hold of one of your legs, hand running up the length of it, positioning it until it lay unfolded up his chest. He gripped his fingers around your ankle, starting at it as his other hand squeezed your waist.

“Lookit, fuck. Lookit that,” he said as he pistoned into you. You cut off the loud moan that he punched out of you. The change in angle was . . god it was like nothing you’d had before.  

“Like that?” he said, letting your foot dangle on his shoulder while he held your waist with both hands, driving into you mercilessly. 

If you could have answered, you would have spoke truthfully. You were sure. You would have moaned about how good it was, how he was so big and filled you so well. As it was, his powerful thrusts jarred you against the cool metal of the desk too much to do anything more than moan and hold on as more papers flooded the floor. 

“Got y’self off at all this week?” he asked, panting breathlessly.

You shook your head, a small whine of anticipation falling form your lips at the thought.

“Gonna nut just thinkin’ about you cummin’ on my cock,” he mumbled, trailing his hand back to your clit.

You let out a sad whine, bucking into his thrust as he touched you. You were close. So fucking close.

He began to circle your clit like before, finding that delicious rhythm with the pound of his hips that pulled you higher and higher, tighter and tighter, until dazzling sparks lit up your core. You reeled back with a cry, clenching his cock, arching as he worked you through your peak. 

His hand ripped away from you sooner than you’d like. He fell over you, both hands biting into the skin of your hips as he pounded into you as your pussy pulsed, any semblance of cadence or love-making gone as he chased his own high. You dug your fingers into his t shirt. The sweat drenched fabric was almost too slippery to hold on to. 

“Fuck! Too fuckin’ hot ‘n, fuck, tight. Fuck, ‘m gonna-” His weak series of sighs and groans, followed by the distinct feeling of his cock flaring inside you told you what he couldn’t.

He lay over you for a moment, panting as you both caught your breaths. You wondered if he was also stewing in the monumental realization of what the fuck you had both just done. You’d just broken so many rules. So much was at stake. He’d just cum inside a subordinate on his bosses desk, and you didn’t work for the same country. This was going to be a mess. You were sure of it. 

He pulled away from you, pulling himself out with a smothered whine. You crossed your hands over your middle as you watch him zip back up and adjust his mask. It was wild how he was back to normal within seconds. You half expected him to walk out the door and just leave you here like this. At least all of your clothes were here, save your sliced up panties. 

But he didn’t leave. He held out a hand to you, only letting you stare at it dumbly for a minute before he flicked his fingers toward himself, urging you to act. You took his hand and he pulled you up easily. He even let you slump against him after you sat up. You’d forgotten how tired a good lay made you.

Again, you expected him to leave you now that you were conscious and able to dress yourself, maybe leave you with a heavy warning (read: threat) to not talk about this. As you tried to shuffle to the side to try and get off the desk, he stopped you. His hands gripped both of your shoulders suddenly.

“The fuck y’ doin’?” he said, forcing you back in front of him.  

“Getting . . . dressed?” you answered with unease. 

“Funny,” he said with a single, dry, laugh. “You’re a funny lil’ thing, too.”

His hands skimmed down your sides before quickly seizing you by the hips, throwing you over his shoulder like a backpack. You gasped as your stomach landed on his solid shoulder, punching the air from your lungs.

“Think we’re done already?” he said, turning around. 

You watched as the desk, and the messy you had made on and around it, including your scattered clothing, circled back into view, then slipped away. He palmed a whole cheek of your ass in one hand, spreading you open enough for cold air to chill your leaking core, as he stalked toward the door. He probed a finger into your pussy, swirling the cum you felt leaking out across your folds. 

“Got a whole day off, y’know,” he said matter-of-factly as he opened the door. Completely ignoring that he had a naked woman slung over his shoulder like a caveman. “Think we should go back to mine. Relax. See what else that little cunt’ve yours can take.”

#mw2 #ghost/reader #ghost x reader #call of duty #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #starry writes #asks #anon #now to move on to ch 4 of the graves thing woooo

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poisoned mercury | meddle about (smut blurb)

a/n: MDNI y'all know the drill! no tags for this one. set after now you got me. can be read alone (only thing you need to know is that luke is in a band and calls reader 'five star') or as part of the poisoned mercury series!

song: meddle about by chase atlantic

luke finally let you listen to the song the boys wrote for him. the song was incredible, which was expected, but you relentlessly teased him after connor told you the story about how the song came to be.

“you didn’t know if we were anything?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. luke was brushing his teeth in your bathroom, toothpaste dribbling out the corner of his lips. your face was pressed against his bicep, as you watched his reaction in the mirror. “come on, castellan. i was obvious!” 

luke shook his head, spitting out the toothpaste into the sink as he tangled his fingers with the hand you had wrapped around his torso, “you were not, thank you very much.” 

“aren’t you supposed to know when a girl is flirting with you, mr. rockstar?” 

“you damn near bullied me for months, five star. humbled me every chance you got. you call that flirting?” 

“was i supposed to swoon and tell you how hot you were?” 

“ideally, yes,” he rinsed his mouth with water before turning his body to face you. he held your hips over the t-shirt you wore. it was his shirt and luke was dangerously close to leaving his entire closet with you just so he could see you wear his clothes forever. “would’ve sped up the process of us getting together.” 

“i like the slow burn,” you mumbled, pressing your lips against his own. luke’s grip on your waist tightened as he pressed your back against the counter. his lips were always so soft and he tasted like the spearmint toothpaste you owned. he ran his tongue across your bottom lip, and the innocent kiss became heated. 

luke pulled away for a second, “you gave me like emotional blue balls, five star. i was down bad.” 

“was?” 

“shut up,” he rolled his eyes, smiling. he pressed kisses against your neck, hand traveling under the hem of his shirt. his touch made you shiver. “y’know i’m still down bad for you.” 

you craned your neck, giving him more access to your skin. he nipped at your collarbone, sighing when you made those pretty noises that had him weak in the knees. you lifted yourself up on the counter, opening your legs to let luke slot himself between them. he continued to leave kisses on your skin, slowly pulling down the neckline of your shirt to explore more. 

you tugged on his curls, making him look up at you, “how bad?” 

luke licked his lips, “want me to show you?”

you nodded, running your hands down his chest. your fingers traced the black ink on the side of his torso, making him shiver against your body. his hardening cock was pressing against your inner thigh. luke pushed his groin against yours, trying to convey just how badly you had him wrapped around your finger. just a few words and a few kisses and he was putty in your hands.

"you feel me?" he sighed, closing his eyes as he buried his head in your hair. his senses were filled with you and he felt like he was drunk. you were so intoxicating. your skin smelled like him now since he was always pressed against you in some way. he needed to be near you all the time or he was going to go crazy.

your time in camp half blood was quickly coming to an end, much to luke's dismay, and he was going to make the most out of the few weeks he had left with you. he thinks his first few weeks without you will have him locking himself in hotel rooms fucking his fist to the sound of your voice on facetime and it kills him that he won't get the real thing until god knows when, but he doesn't want to think about that right now.

not while you were still here in front of him with your legs open wide just for him.

"is that enough to show you?" luke asked, sucking on your pulse point. he felt his heart hammering in his chest when you let out a breathy whine. all his blood rushed down to his cock, and soon it was becoming painfully difficult for him to keep his composure.

"no," you replied, pulling him in for a kiss. your lips moved roughly against each others, tongues tangled in a passionate display of affection as his hands massaged the side of your thighs. you were panting against his mouth, already breathless, "need to be convinced some more."

"careful, five star," he tsked, hand traveling to your clothed pussy. he rubbed your clit through the fabric, silently cursing when he felt your slick dampen the pads of his fingers, "i don't think you understand what you're wishing for."

"need you, luke," you mumbled, palming him through his boxers. he groaned at your hand gripping the base of his hard cock. "need all of you."

"you have a filthy mouth, you know that?" his eyes were blown wide with desire. he placed a thumb on your bottom lip, pulling it down a tiny bit. you sucked on his thumb, staring up at him in a way that had his head spinning. you looked so sinful. it was almost sacrilegious how the girl he worshipped was begging for him like this.

"you like it, though."

"don't think the word 'like' covers it," luke admitted, moving his hand to the back of your head to tug on your hair slightly. you extended your neck, letting luke leave a trail of sloppy kisses along your jaw. his tongue pressed against the marks he left on your skin, soothing the burn. "'m addicted to your filthy mouth, five star. makes me wanna fill it up."

"i'm not gonna stop you," you pulled down his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock. you stroked him slowly, reveling in the raspy groans that left his throat. luke pressed his forehead against yours, watching your hand stroke him through hooded eyes.

"i'm supposed to be showing you how down bad i am for you, not the other way around."

you put a light pressure against the bulging vein on his cock and luke had to bite your shoulder blade to keep himself from being too loud. everyone was home, and while they knew of your relationship, he wasn't gonna be an asshole and subject them to knowing the details of it.

"let me hear you, pretty boy," you cooed, kissing along his scar as you pumped his cock faster. "let me hear how good i make you feel."

"fucking hell, five star," luke chuckled, darkly, bucking his hips. your hand felt too good. "don't wanna cum in your hand."

"in my hand, in my mouth, on my tits," you licked a long stripe down his neck, sucking on his adam's apple. "in me, everywhere luke. want you everywhere."

he was convinced you were going to be the death of him. luke placed a hand over yours, stopping you from your movements. as you opened your mouth to protest, luke lifted you off the counter and planted you in front of him. "get on your knees for me, yeah?"

a wicked grin appeared on your face and luke knew that he wasn't going to last very long. mischief in your eyes always meant that he was going to have another memory to have that'll keep him busy during the months you'd be apart.

you sunk down on your knees, batting your eyelashes at him as you kissed the head of his cock. luke bit his bottom lip so hard he was afraid he'd draw blood. his hands pulled your hair up in a makeshift ponytail as you slowly bobbed your head up and down his cock.

"shit, baby," luke moaned, a dopey look on his face. this is what heaven feels like, he's convinced of it. you were his own personal slice of heaven on earth. "so pretty like this."

you gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat and luke wanted to apologize but this felt too good for him to feel sorry. tears were pooling in your eyes as you sucked him in deeper. your thumb flicked his tip, collecting the beads of precum there, "tell me how you like it, luke. wanna be good for you."

"you're perfect, sweetheart," he replied, wiping the stray tear that escaped your eye. you smiled at him innocently, feeling a sense of pride blooming in your chest. "always so perfect for me, hm? my perfect little five star."

you hummed, going back down to wrap your lips around him. luke let go of your hair and placed his hands on your cheeks, bucking his hips forward. he was fucking your mouth harshly and you loved every second of it. he was panting above you, incoherent words escaping his lips. when you pulled away and licked around him, a string of saliva connected your lips to his cock. it was a glorious sight.

luke was stuck there admiring you make a mess on his cock and if you weren't so fucking turned on by how hot he looked when he was fucked out, you would've teased him about how speechless he was. you stroked his cock, tongue poking out the side of your lips before you spoke, "you like seeing your girlfriend on her knees for you?"

"fuck," luke hissed. it was the first time you referred to yourself as his girlfriend and it was pathetic how that one sentence had him nearing his peak, but he felt possessive. you were his girlfriend now.

"you gonna answer me, luke?" you mumbled, placing kisses along the underside of his cock. "because i like being on my knees for my boyfriend."

"fuck, five star. yes," he panted, screwing his eyes shut. his body felt like it was on fire. "yes, i do, baby."

satisfied with his answer, you took him into your mouth again, moaning as he thrusted deeper. he was losing his rhythm, a sign that he was getting close. luke's eyes stayed glued on your face, committing the sight of your pink lips wrapped around his cock to memory.

with a few more thrusts, he tapped on your hollowed cheeks to signal that he was cumming. he had to steady himself when you refused to pull away, nodding when he asked if he could cum in your mouth. luke came with hot, milky spurts down your throat, loudly groaning your name as he came.

when you swallowed his load, you got up from your knees and pressed your lips against his once more. luke loved tasting his cum on your tongue. he kissed you, not once pulling away, as he led you to your bed. he pushed you on soft bed, getting on his knees to pull your panties down.

you leaned on your elbows as you watched him disappear under the fabric of the shirt you wore. luke pushed up the shirt to where your thighs began, leaving red marks on your skin as he approached your pussy. "my turn."

#frances writes #I NEED TO BATHE IN HOLY WATER AFTER THIS HOLY FUCK #poisoned mercury #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x y/n #percy jackson fanfic

[circe69]

imagine arm wrestling w ghost help! (,,>﹏<,,)

"you sure you can take me?" you tried to ignore the innuendo and rolled up your sleeves confidently as ghost's inked forearms revealed themselves, settling on the table in front of you.

"yeah, for sure." your voice was nothing short of scared, but you were secretly excited. so what if everyone had already gotten a turn holding his hands? you were going to savor it anyway, the feeling of his fingers around yours, the callouses so tough they could almost scrape your skin. but you wanted it all.

you placed your shaking elbow a few inches away from his, trying not to make eye contact, or swallow too loudly as his grin stretched across his teeth.

"mmkay, well," ghost paused to firmly grasp your frail hand in his large one, "what do i get if i win?"

his voice was enough to make your knees buckle, snap in half. it was far too enticing for him to be where he was. you tried to collect yourself before opening your mouth again, "um, i guess-"

you were interrupted soap's booming voice, "all right, chums, enough small talk. 3, 2, 1, go!"

ghost held eye contact with you as his grip tightened on your hand, his veins popping out almost immediately and biceps almost ripping through that stupidly thin t-shirt.

you tried to maintain as much strength as you could; to fight his superpower-like arms and to try to stop watching his entire body activate every part of his muscles, but you quickly failed. ghost pushed your hand down to the table while your entire troop cheered for the both of you.

your lungs filled back with air again, and you realized you must've held your breath through the whole thing. you'd make a show about how annoying it was that they all dragged you into this, when really, all you wanted was to do it again.

"okay bug, what do i get?" ghost said after circling the table and making his way over to you.

your hands were firm on your knees, you were hunched over and panting like you'd just ran a marathon. "that wasn't fair, i put lotion on before that," you said, waving a hand in front of ghost.

his finger slowly made his way to your chin, tilting it up and forcing you to look at him. your breathing slowed, your heartbeat slowed, time slowed, everything slowed. "i said, what do i get?" he asked again, this time with more force behind his quiet whispers. at this point, your face was inches away from his, and his eyes were stuck on your pouted, glossy lips, almost begging for you to do awful things with them.

you decided to tease him some more, "mm, $5?" your smile made his eyebrows furrow, trying to act annoyed but in reality, he was taking a mental snapshot of how beautiful you were.

all the sudden, something in him snapped, and he threw you over his shoulders as if you weighed nothing. despite your yelps and playful cries for him to put you down, the only response you received was a playful smack and squeeze on your butt.

ghost walked out of the dining hall with you over his shoulder, and into his room where he'd be paid in full for his victory.

#ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley fluff #ghost fluff #modern warfare #ghost cod #ghost x y/n #ghost imagine #ghost mw2 #circe69scribbles

[neonovember]

OH MY GOD CARMYS GF (READER) GETTING HER FIRST TATTOO AND HIM COMFORTING HER AND HELPING HER TAKE CARE OF IT DURING THE HEALING PROCESS OR WHATEVA‼️💳💥💳💥 IDK I WAS JUST SITTING HERE AND THOUGHT OF IT IF YOU DOJT WANNA WRITE IT THATS OKAY

could even make the tattoo be his name or his initial or somethin 🤯🤯🤭😏

love you and your writing 😚

thanks for keeping us fed 😌

carmen berzatto x reader

okay so yes, maybe hozier has jolted me out of my writers block. i'm just a women after all.

Inked Devotion

this request was fun! i really didn't know what to make the tattoo so i left it a blank slate for whatever you wanna imagine, hope that's okay!

word count: 1.7k

things; tattoos, mentions of braces, carmen's unyielding devotion to you

Your eyes dart across the tall walls lined with inked models and men in dark beards nervously. You can't shake the tension that seems to imprint itself under your skin, your knees jittering with a rapid tap against the linoleum floors. 

When you had brought up wanting to get a tattoo, a half joking mutter under your breath as you traced the many littered on Carmen’s body you hadn’t anticipated to actually go through with it. 

And yet here you were, shaking like a leaf despite the diffuser jutting out whisper of eucalyptus that was meant to be calming. Whilst Monica, a woman you'd meant a handful of times ran through the list of after care necessities you should be listening to.

You can’t though, you don’t hear a thing as you stare unseeingly through the dark auburn tresses of her short hair, wrapped up in the thoughts that have begun to eat away at the already dwindling confidence you had when you first walked in. 

“Hey, you still with me darlin’' Monica's Brooklyn drawl draws you back to her, and you duck your head sheepishly as you nod furiously. Like a goddamn high schooler getting caught looking out the window instead of listening to Hemingway.

Monica smiles toward you, humouring warmth filling her pale skin that, surprising to you, were incredibly stark of tattoos. In fact, if it weren’t for the posters taped to the walls, the black and white tiled floor, and the ominous tattoo bench in the corner you would have thought you walked it not the wrong place. It was stereotypical of you, and you had been a loud advocate for not judging a book by its cover, but goddamn, what tattoo parlour had potted plants and candles that smell like cinnamon?

“Sorry, uh, what did you say?” 

“It’ll be alright, the pain really does depend on each person but Larry here will catch you if you faint on my tattoo bed” Monica winks with a smile, and you shift your gaze to the man stationed unmoving near some marked drawers, the mass of muscle hidden beneath dark jeans and a shirt bursting out of him.

It wasn’t the pain you were worried about, you had period cramps that sounded worse than that, it was more so the prospect of having your virgin skin imprinted with something forever. You had never done something like this, teenage recklessness had passed you by without a blink, and you had little to show for it but carved words on your old dresser from a knife and a dark eyeshadow phase that lasted less than a month. 

It was a little pathetic, getting your first tattoo eons after any respectable age, and your trepidation seems blatantly clear as Monica shakes her head with a smile.

“Many people get their firsts well into adulthood, did I tell you about my last appointment? A 52 year old woman wanting a goddamn tramp stamp.”

You can't help but let a giggle out, the unsureness leaving you at Monica’s words

“You still want this right?’ Monica replies, and you shift your gaze to Carmen, who was already watching you fondly, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he pushes his golden strands back and gives you a nod

“It’s all up yo you gorgeous, if your having second thoughts there is a really good Thai place i wanted to che-” 

“No, no I want this”  You cut him off, and he chuckles softly, “Besides we already designed the stencil and everything” Carmen nods at that, placing his large palm onto your own, squeezing it with reassurance.

“Damn right we did, thinkin it's my best work yet” Monica chirps from the other side of the bed between you.

“Alright, just sit on that bed down there, get settles while I grab some things” 

You nod, walking stiffly towards the leather bed, tissue paper crinkly under your weight as you shift into a comfortable position. Your eyes follow Monica like a laser, watching as she santises her hands and slides on powdered sterile gloves. 

It reminds you of days spent in Dentists chairs, visions of rubbery fingers tightening wires into your teeth flashes behind the darkness of your lids. Funny, you had worried about your lack of experimental youth, and yet here you are now feeling like a kid again.

The thought makes you smile, and you open your eyes to feel the heated gaze of Carmen looming over you. Face distorting in horror when Monica’s tool makes a clatter, eyes widening comically in that way that always makes you laugh.

“Alright Doll, I’m just gonna need you to sit up for me whilst I get the skin prepped. Alcohols gonna feel a little cold to the touch, kay?” Monica says.

All you can do is nod as she rips open the matte packet, pressing it into your open skin shaved clean per her request a few prior. Who knew how much prep a tattoo would need, you were sure it was on par with even one of Carm’s dishes.

Unfortunately for you the only numbing cream useful for tattoos had something that would have made you break out in hives, so it was cold turkey for you. Monica had transformed the design into a stencil, and as she was transferring it into your skin it seemed to come to life all at once. 

You had spent hours going over designs, and whilst you were extremely happy with what you both came up with, it was like when the lines and shapes had traced your skin, you finally saw it. And the moment you did you couldn't stop the wave of emotion that rushed through you, filling your eyes.

“Hey, baby, hey what is it” Carmen rushed urgently, crouching down when he noticed the way you sniffled.

“Awe doll, you don’t like the design? I’ll change it in a flash, this is just the stencil it aint permanent at all” Monica quickly stopped, looking up at you with concern

“No no, I’m fine” You squeezed Carmen “It’s so, it's beautiful Monica” You rushed out, trying to ease the lines of concern that appeared on her face. Monica bloomed at your reply, fondness heating her cheeks as she traced your skin comfortingly.

“Thank you” You whispered to her as she shushed you.

“At least we got the crying bit over and done with, it might hurt less now” She winked, before reaching for her tattoo gun.

“Ah shit” You grunted, shooting daggers Carmen's way when he snorted out loud.

Returning to your skin, Monica pressed the pointed tip of the gun to your skin, the first sink of ink burrowed into your skin causing you to clench your jaw. 

Monica looked up to watch your expression with a smile,

“See, ain't too bad” Carmen replied before you gripped him white knuckled, making him wince regrettably.

It took some time, you won’t lie to yourself that is fucking hurt. But soon enough the sharp stab had resided to a dull ache, and you instead had become all too focused on the movement of Monica's hand swaying through the strokes of the design. 

You were in awe, she breathed her being into it, and as the design took inches and inches of your skin you understood why she was booked out for months. With one last intricate curl, and a wipe of cleansing soap across the inked skin it was finished. Revealed to both you and Carmen's eyes in all its glory, and you both just stared.

“God, now I wish my first was as good as that instead of wonky stick and poke” Carmen said after a pregnant silence had passed.

“It..wow, yeah. Yep, I want to be buried with this” You said softly, giddiness erupting in your body as you shook your hand grasped in Carmens.

“I’m glad doll, I mean this is meant to be professional but goddamn does your skin just take it. Fuckin’ gorgeous” Monica replied, leaning back as she places the gun on the table near.

“Hey, I'll report you to HR” Carmen bitterly replies, moving you closer to his side as you laugh.

“It’s my business, I am HR” Muttering under her breath as she rolls her eyes. Wrapping your skin in adhesive sheets, Monica repeats the after care instructions, thankfully and this time you listen.

Carmen had already grabbed your things, motioning for you to start heading out after you both furiously thanked Monica for everything. You crinkled with joy as she hugged you, breathing in the smell of old spice and medical grade rubbing alcohol that followed her. 

Her studded rings glistened in the afternoon sun as she waved you both goodbye, as you couldn't help but skip in your stride across the sidewalk. Finger tracing the raised blotted skin, whilst your other hand hung onto Carmen as he twirled you around.

“My gorgeous ink stained sweetheart” Carmen called to you, and you were brought back to his chest gently like a tide again.

“Thank you too, you know” You said into Carmen's cotton shirt. It was the one you got him after your first date, it had been a deep cobalt then. You regretted it just as you gave it to him, fearing you were being too forward. And then he wore it until it faded into a light blue.

“Wouldn't even have this forever on me if you hadn't been the one to bring it up again” You replied softly, fingers tracing his jaw.

“Would have spent a year learning how to tattoo myself if you wanted me too. Monica just seemed quicker” Carmen mumbled before you softly hit his chest with a smile.

“Hey, it’s true. Your skin deserves to be remembered, I could trace it till my fingers atrophied and I’d still have the memory of you under my skin memorised” Carmen divulged, eyelids drooping as he leaned down into your embrace. 

You shake your head, heart panging so deeply it hurt till you pressed your lips to his. Tasting the outpour of Carmen that he let loose into you everyday.

And Carmen had stayed true to his words weeks later when it had healed, tracing it till his fingers weren't enough. Till he had to wrap his mouth around it and taste it with his tongue.

He swears even your inked skin tasted sweet.

tags <3 @parmforcarm @hansfics @kpopgirlbtssvt @nolita-fairytale

#neonovember #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x fem!reader #carmen berzatto x fem reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x y/n #carmy #the bear #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto x fem!reader #carmen berzatto x black!reader #neo writes #carmen berzatto masterlist #off the goddamn hiatus #bear with me whilst i get through the carmen requests #hozier #hozier just cause #carmy berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto masterlist

[mitsuyeaah]

SHAMELESS

RINDOU HAITANI x f! reader

“there’s just inches in between us, i want you to give in. there is tension in between us, i just wanna give in.”

cw: college au, mutual pining, slight angst (?), sexual tension, nsfw (minors dni), slight smut, dumb rindou, ran & sanzu cameo!! only proofread like once

word count: 7.5k

a/n: very first fic here on tumblr, inspired by shameless by camila cabello. a bit nervous to post this buut hope you guys enjoy!! i appreciate feedback! © divider: bushiroad

The sound of squeaking wheels filled your ears as you pushed the library book cart down the aisle, along with the occasional sound of turning of pages, the soft click clack of keyboards, and the quiet murmurs of students in a study session. It was half-past four in the afternoon which meant only 30 more minutes until your shift ended, but that didn’t really matter at the moment as your manager said you could go home early if all the returned books were taken back to their designated shelves.

You looked down at the black book cart, which now housed only one book that belonged to the music collection of the library; ‘Principles of Audio Production’ it read, in bold white letters. A small smile unknowingly formed on your lips as you made your way to the other end of the library, passing students either seated at study desks, and doing their own thing or students just simply looking for a book.

As you get to the music department, you immediately know which aisle the book belongs to, after all, you knew this department like the back of your hand. After it was neatly placed in its designated shelf and the book cart stored away in the storage room at the back, you headed for the small office on the ground floor to grab your belongings, and end your shift for the week.

You were only working part-time at your university library to at least ease the bills your parents had to pay, so you only came in during Wednesdays and Fridays as those were the days your schedule wasn't packed.

You bid goodbye to one of your co-workers who was manning the front desk, a beige knapsack secured against your back as you made your way out of the building. Walking past the glass sliding doors, you were met with a sudden cold gust of wind, your hair flying everywhere but away from your face. Mentally cursing the wind, you tried to tame your hair to see what’s ahead of you but it’s as if mother nature was playing tricks on you and decided that one more harsh blow of the wind was needed.

With the wind finally calming down after its small ‘tantrum’, you were finally able to see your surroundings, unobstructed and clearly. You caught a familiar figure on your left, leaning against the building with both hands tucked securely in the pants of his pockets, amethyst eyes already on you.

Rindou.

He was sporting a black hoodie and blue dark washed denim pants, his purple hair also swaying with the wind, effortless yet breathtaking. Rindou pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps before he was facing you, right arm extended out with his black sleeves slightly pushed back to reveal a singular black hair tie circling his wrist, “Here.” Rindou nudged his arm closer to you, indicating to take the hair tie. 

You briefly met his eyes to give him a small smile and mutter a “Thanks.” before removing the hair tie off his wrist, making contact with the dark ink that decorated his outer arm.

You never really saw his full tattoo apart from the one on his right arm when he would occasionally wear short-sleeved shirts on warmer weathers, but you did know that it continued to the right side of his chest and down to his right ankle. It was only because you hung out with him once after his gym session where he was sporting shorts and a black muscle tee that exposed maybe a little too much for your sanity, you weren’t complaining though.

“Don’t mention it. You looked like you were fighting for your life back there.” Rindou chuckled as he stuffed his right hand back into his pocket, watching you tie your hair in a ponytail. It's not the first time he’s given you a hair tie on an extremely windy day, but there’s just something different nowadays. Something you felt deep in your chest that you can’t quite pinpoint or clearly describe what exactly it is.

No, you can describe what it is, but you refused to acknowledge it because of this lingering question in your mind.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and began walking, “No shit. I hate windy days so much.” you grumbled while shaking your head at the afternoon weather; gray clouds loomed over the city, accompanied by the harsh autumn winds.

It was routine for Rindou to wait for you until your shift finished, sometimes he would be hanging out in the music department of the library, absorbing various contents related to his studies while he waited. Other days he would be waiting outside the building like he did today, always unpredictable but that’s what you loved about him.

You never forced Rindou to wait for you after your shifts, he just turned up one day and decided that he was going to continue doing it just because. 

Rindou didn’t hesitate to match your pace as you two walked back toward the dormitories, “How was work? Busy?” he angled his face towards you, a small shiver running down his spine as another gust of wind blew. Maybe he should’ve worn something warmer than just a black hoodie.

You shook your head, staring ahead of you, “Nah, it wasn’t too busy in the library since it is a Friday. I think students would rather enjoy the start of the weekend than spend their afternoon holed up in the library.” Rindou didn’t really focus on your reply to his question, instead, he focused on the way your brows slightly furrowed because of the cold, the way your hair danced as the wind carried it, the way your eyes held light in them despite the gloomy weather, the way your lips moved with every word—

“Rindou?” He was brought back from his trance after you called out his name several times, “W-what?” his gaze immediately shifted from your lips to your eyes. You slightly shook your head to make a face, “I said, how come you have so many spare hair ties? Do you buy them just for me?” you teased him, wriggling your brows in a suggestive manner.

Rindou looked away too fast for his liking but replied with, “Shut up, I only bring some because I use them too. They’re not specifically for you.” He was met with laughter which made him return his gaze back to you, you were still looking at him but this time a teasing smile now dawned upon your face, brows furrowed but not because of the wind but because of confusion.

“You tie your mullet? I literally have never seen you do that.” Rindou scoffed and rolled his eyes, he ignored your question by changing the topic, “Oh that’s right, Ran wanted to meet up with you later for that assignment you guys were working on?”

Now it was your turn to scoff, you had totally forgotten about the assignment due at midnight. Now here you are, sulking about having to cancel tonight’s plan of binge watching movies because of a stupid assignment. The assignment wasn’t really that important as it was from one of your general education courses, but it would be nice to see good grades on your transcript. Plus, Ran was a slight perfectionist underneath his playful personality.

Although Ran was a year older than you and was doing a completely different degree, you two became friends because of the shared general education course you both took, a course not offered by both your respective faculties.

Ran was a business major and in his last year of studies but that didn’t stop you two from creating an unforgettable friendship. “Fuck, I totally forgot about that! Is he back at the dorms? I might just go to him now so we can finalize the assignment.” Rindou nodded, and you both headed for their shared dorm.

—

“I honestly don’t even know why I took this shit! Rindou, you said this was going to be easy.” Ran loudly complained, his brows furrowed and lips downturned as he ran his fingers through his short purple hair. You and Ran were sitting across one another at their dining table, laptops in front of you with a shared google doc pulled up.

The general education course you and Ran had taken was an Arts paper which taught the history of music, so now you and Ran were stuck writing about music. You honestly didn’t even know why you chose this course in the first place. Rindou chuckled as he brought over two cups of coffee from the kitchen, setting one beside your laptop and taking a sip out of the other. “Where’s mine?” Ran questioned, his frown deepening as he anticipated his hot drink, his eyes following his younger brother as he took a seat beside you.

“You have hands, make your own.” Rindou mumbled, eyes were glued to your laptop screen, he scooted his chair closer so he could get a better look at what you and Ran were working on.

As Rindou leaned closer, his cologne engulfed your nostrils, the scent you’ve grown to love over the past few months; it was sweet but mixed with an earthy aroma. It took all your willpower not to slightly lean away from the man, you weren’t uncomfortable with the closeness but he does unexplainable things to you every single time he comes close. You nervously bit your lip as you could now feel the heat his body radiated.

Ran narrowed his eyes at Rindou–who was still getting closer to you–and shifted his eyes to you, frozen on the wooden seat and eyes abnormally glued to the laptop, he mentally laughed at the scene unfolding in front of him before speaking up again.

“Okay, last time I checked, it was our study session. You’re not even a part of this.” He rested his chin on the palm of his right hand while his left hand scrolled up and down the shared document. Rindou replied, still not looking at his brother “And last time I checked, you needed my help. Plus, this is basically related to what I’m studying so I’m staying here.”

Rindou majored in Music Business which was the study of songwriting, entrepreneurial practices, and revenue flow. He was in second year just like you and you only knew him because of his older brother, and have met him countless of times during your study sessions back at their dorm.

Unlike with Ran, It took quite a while to build a friendship with Rindou as he was more introverted and closed off, but it was worth it since he’s been nothing but a wonderful friend to you. Sometimes you question if he sees you more than one due to the countless times he’s acted towards you.

A smirk made its way across Ran’s face, Rindou could see it from his peripheral vision, a smile too wide for the younger’s liking but he decided to ignore it, “Are you sure it’s not because of…” Ran trailed off as Rindou finally looked up at his older brother with a glare, their eyes briefly meeting before Ran shifted his gaze over to you–who was still looking at the shared document–and back to Rindou, lifting a brow. Little shit, Rindou thought.

If looks could kill, Ran would be dead right now. Rindou was practically sending daggers across the table and toward his older brother, although this only entertained Ran even more as he bursted out laughing while throwing his head back. His behaviour snapped you out of your thoughts, your confused gaze shifting between the two siblings, the one beside you was scowling while the other across from you was still laughing. Typical Haitani siblings behaviour.

—

After a chaotic but productive study session, you were supposed to be on your way back to your own dorm but instead, you were walking to the convenience store under a small shared umbrella with Rindou while the rain poured non-stop.

It was quarter to seven in the evening and you were craving for something sweet, the sky was much darker than it was before and the gusts of wind now colder than the afternoon ones. “I could’ve managed on my own..” you mumbled against the brown scarf wrapped around your neck that Rindou had pulled from his closet, it smelled like him, so everytime you inhaled, his scent engulfed your nostrils.

“There’s no way in hell I would leave you alone, especially with the weather this bad. ‘Sides, it’s already dark out— goodness, come here! You’re getting your clothes wet.” Rindou wraps his left arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, your right arm flushed against his side.

You thought that once he was done pulling you closer to him, he’d remove his arm from your waist but he didn’t. He firmly kept his arm around you for the whole trip to the convenience store, like it was meant to be there and you swear you could feel his burning touch through your thick clothes, it was so warm, he was so warm; such a nice contrast from the cold autumn night.

It was always like this with Rindou ever since you met him. He would always behave in such a way that would make you question your status with him, was this really you two being just friends? There were days where he wouldn’t test the boundary of your friendship, but there were also some days that he would, and boy did he test it to the max.

Those days were the days where he would be needier than usual and ask for things that friends definitely didn't do.

“I’m so tired, ‘s okay if I rest on you for a bit?” He asked you one time but he didn’t wait for your answer and also didn’t hesitate to lean his head against your left shoulder. 

You two were both at the library at that time, you were watching the lecture you missed out on while he… was just chilling. You two stayed that way until you literally had to tell Rindou that your shoulder was becoming tired, and he needed to wake up; it led to him apologizing and massaging the shoulder he leaned on, it felt nice. Really nice, too nice. Nice enough that you just had to let out a breathy sigh because of how good it felt, “Fuck, that actually feels so good.” you slightly tilted your head to the right to give him more access.

Rindou swallowed at your behaviour and uncomfortably shifted in his seat, Fuck, he thought, something deep inside stirring like a storm waiting to rage. “Yeah?” was all he could muster, he couldn’t think properly, not when you looked so pretty and responsive to his touches.

Another time was when he asked you if he could hold your hand because he felt down–whatever that meant–and you did let him, for some odd reason. Sometimes there would also be his stares that lingered around your face for too long, specifically your lips; he wouldn’t even try to hide it at some point, a weird glint in his eyes as he stared at your soft lips.

You would ask him ‘what?’ and he would just shrug and say ‘so pretty’. Sometimes there would just be comfortable silence between the two of you while you both sat inside his car, just basking in silence when he would ask if you wanted to come with him during his night drives.

And ever since those days, the boundary between friendship and lovers was becoming more and more blurry and you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to do with the question that has been lingering in your mind ever since the day he tested the boundaries.

The warmth that his body radiated comforted you so much, it made you forget about everything else. The people around you, the cars driving past, the loud pattering of the rain against the umbrella, and the coldness of the night. God, you wanted to be this close to him for the rest of your life. Or maybe even closer–

Wait what? What the fuck am I thinking? You thought to yourself.

You shook your head slightly as if it would dissipate the storm of thoughts clouding your mind, Rindou noticed your movement and looked down at you, “You okay?” a glint of concern dawning upon his pretty amethyst eyes, oh to get lost in them forever. “Hm? Yeah… just a bit cold ‘s all.” you replied, which made Rindou tighten his grip around you. “We're almost there.”

Rindou shook off the excess water from the umbrella and shoved it inside a small metal basket provided by the convenience store while you both entered. “I’m going to have a look around too, maybe ask Ran if he wants anything.” you nodded at him before going your separate ways inside the store.

After grabbing several sweets–that you’re probably going to devour all by tonight–you decided it was also a good idea to stock up on some food and necessities for your dorm. Rindou appeared out of nowhere and took your basket, placing a few things he got for him and his older brother, “You almost done?”

You nodded before placing a box of hair dye inside the plastic basket that Rindou now held in his hand. He squinted at the packaging which read ‘pink’, were you about to dye your hair pink? He didn’t question your intentions but it did make him a tad bit curious.

“I’ll pay for this.” and with that, he wordlessly turned around and started walking to the counter before you could protest. “Rindou, I know you’re as broke as I am. Let me just pay for my things!” you walked faster to catch up to him, but the clerk already began to scan and bag the items.

“We’ll split the payment!” you told the clerk, and stood beside Rindou, a hand encasing around his wrist in case he tried to pay for all the things himself. Your touch made Rindou flustered more than it should have, it was nothing but a simple touch, so why was he acting like a teenage boy? God, he’s so fucking embarrassing.

After finally getting around to splitting the bill, you and Rindou thanked the clerk as he handed you two bags and headed for the exit, not forgetting to take the wet umbrella from the basket at the entrance. “Holy shit, it’s gotten worse.” Rindou looked up at the pitch black sky, one hand holding the bags and the other holding the opened umbrella.

The rain was now pouring harder which made it hard to clearly see the surroundings, it also didn’t help that it was now darker out. “I told you I could manage on my own. Your dorm is farther from here than mine.” you sighed as you inched closer to him, yearning for the warmth of his body.

Before he could respond, you opened your mouth again, “You know what? I can’t let you go back with the weather like this. You can stop by my place first and wait it out, it’s only… quarter-past seven. I live alone, so it's okay.” you shoved your phone back into the pocket of your jacket after checking the time. Rindou absent-mindedly nodded, “Mhm, yeah, you’re right— wait what?” he quickly turned his head to you but you were already pulling him toward the direction of your dormitories.

Holy fuck. Rindou thought to himself.

He’s never been inside your dorm. Yeah, he’s been in the building a couple of times to drop you off or pick you up but he has never been physically inside your room, it was always you coming over to the shared dorm with his older brother or just simply hanging out somewhere around the campus for study sessions and whatnots. Rindou would be lying to himself if he said his mind wasn’t playing hundreds of scenarios of what would happen once you two get inside your dorm, he wants to curse himself for thinking that way but he just can’t help it, not when you literally drive him crazy.

Rindou didn’t notice that the both of you had already arrived in the building and was now standing in front of your door, you swiped your ID card on the reader and it made a little noise before you opened the door. He took in your room, it wasn’t decorated as much and looked like your typical university dorm but it was cozy, it was definitely smaller than his and Ran’s but it made sense as this was only built to accommodate one person.

“Did you… want anything? Water? Something to eat?” you asked Rindou as you made your way to your kitchen to set the bags down on the counter after taking your shoes and scarf off, before he could respond, a knock caught both of your attention. Were you having someone else over tonight? Rindou thought. A slight pang of jealousy made its way to his chest.

You walked past him and opened the door, Rindou took a few steps closer as well, curious to see who would be knocking at your door at this time; a pink haired man came into view as you swung the door open. Who the fuck dyes their hair pink? Rindou thought to himself, but he couldn’t really say much, not with the purple hair he had.

“Oh, hey! Did you manage to get that thing I asked about? So sorry for making you run an errand for me— Oh… am I interrupting something?” the stranger’s turquoise eyes darted between you and Rindou, slight embarrassment dawning upon his pretty face.

“Shit, thanks for reminding me, and yes, I did manage to buy. Also, Rindou, this is Haruchiyo, he lives next door. Haru, this is Rindou, a friend of mine. I’ll be right back, I’ll grab it real quick.” you quickly introduced both men to one another before leaving them two alone to grab the item Haru asked you to buy. Rindou awkwardly cleared his throat, his hand coming up to scratch his nape, “So uh… what’s your major?”.

Haruchiyo, who was mindlessly fidgeting with his hands, looked up at Rindou “Hm? Oh, Chemistry. The same as her.” he answered, pointing a finger in your general direction. Rindou slowly nodded, letting out a small ‘oh’ at the information, if he was being honest, Rindou could care less about this man in front of him but you were taking too long to find the damn item Haruchiyo asked you to buy, so he had to act like he was interested in the stranger in front of him.

Before Rindou could open his mouth for another question–in which he wouldn’t be interested in the answer–to the pink haired man in front of him, you finally came back with the item Haru had asked you to buy. It was the hair dye he saw you place into the basket earlier, pink hair dye.

Oh, so that’s what the hair dye was for…, Rindou thought. Haruchiyo smiled and eagerly grabbed the small box as you handed it over to him, “A life saver, Thanks! I’ll get going now and transfer you the money… Nice meeting you, Rindou.” Rindou gave him a nod of acknowledgement before Haruchiyo left.

Rindou couldn’t pinpoint what it was but he didn’t like Haruchiyo, not one bit. Maybe it was the way his turquoise eyes lit up when you came back into the view, or maybe it was because you two were practically living next door, or maybe it was basically a given that you and Haruchiyo see each other almost every day as you’re both doing the same major— 

What the actual fuck, Rindou. Get your shit together. He mentally cursed himself.

“How long have you known him for?” Rindou asked as he followed you further into your dorm, he pulled a wooden chair out from the dining table which scraped the wooden floor a little too loud, Rindou winced at the sound before sitting on the chair. “Hm? I’ve known Haru since first year…” you explained your friendship with Haruchiyo to him while sorting the things you bought, but he didn’t really listen because the only thing in his mind was the nickname you gave the pink haired man.

Haru.

Why didn’t he get a nickname? He wanted a nickname.

Before Rindou could finally reply, you were already giving him a confused look, “You okay? Been spacing out a lot… also, did you want to watch a movie to pass time?” you walked over to your small living room and sat on the two-seater couch, the black leather creaking under your weight. Rindou stood up from his seat and awkwardly padded over to where you were, “Yeah, I’m fine.” he sat next to you, shoulders brushing against one another.

“What movie did you want to wat—” “Some girl in my class asked me out today.” he cut you off, it was true, a classmate had asked him out after one of his classes today and he has yet to give an answer. Rindou didn’t know why he brought it up, he just felt like he had to but he didn’t know for exactly what reason. His sudden confession caught you off guard. You met his stare, amethyst eyes unwavering, there it was again, that weird glint in his eyes.

You don’t know how long you two looked into each other's eyes, one, two, three or more seconds? Until you finally spoke up, uncertainty in your tone, “Congrats?... what did you say?” you shifted your gaze to your fingers, picking on your nails. To be very honest, you weren’t happy for him. Not one bit.

You were jealous, you wished you had the courage that girl did but you didn’t, and now someone else is out there trying to claim him. Your Rindou. But then again, you didn’t know where your status stood with him, he never clarified what you two were because after the days that he tested the boundaries, he would act indifferent, like he didn’t just hold your hand the other day, like he didn’t almost kiss you. For fucks sakes, you were confused as hell.

You didn’t know what to make of the information but it had you wanting to hear his answer more than anything. Had he said yes? What if he did and they’d already gone on a date before he came by the library today? My goodness you were so fucking pathetic for hiding your feelings for Rindou. You wanted to pull your hair out because the possibility of Rindou saying yes is high—

“I haven’t given her an answer… but I know I’ll most likely say no.” Oh my god you knew it. You fucking knew he’d say yes to—

Wait what?

Oh.

Oh.

“Why not? I’m sure she’s nice—” “I want someone else.” you met his gaze again, this time you stared into each other's eyes much longer. It was so silent that you could hear your own racing heartbeat, the ticking of the clock on the wall, your breaths that's become shallow, you didn’t know how to respond. You could feel tingles all over your body as he looked at you like he wanted you, you swear your head was almost spinning with how close Rindou suddenly was.

Your senses were heightened. You could smell his sweet scent that drove you oh so crazy, you could feel the heat he radiated, but this time it was burning. It wasn’t just warm, no. It was hot, he was hot, literally. He burns for you. You didn’t miss the way his lavender eyes slowly traced your features one by one before finally settling on your plump lips. And you also didn’t miss the way Rindou took in a sharp breath as he stared at them, almost as if it pained him to not be kissing it at this very moment. Fuck, he was so tempted.

“Can I… kiss you?” he whispered as he once again met your gaze, and thickly swallowed. God, the only thing holding him back at this very moment was your permission, he wouldn’t know what to do if you said no.

With how gorgeous Rindou looked right now, you couldn’t trust your voice so you just slowly nodded your head. You swore Rindou muttered a faint ‘fuck’ under his breath before he wasted no time to close the gap between the two of you.

You were sweet. So fucking sweet. He was now fully facing you–his left shoulder touching the backrest of the sofa–your chin situated between his right thumb and index finger, tilting your head toward him as he devoured you. His kisses were hungry and rough, like there was some sort of history behind it all, like he’d been waiting his whole life to do just this.

But you couldn’t complain, never, you liked it a lot; your whole body was burning with lust, sparks flying as Rindou pressed further into you with desperation as if you were about to turn into dust any time and slip out of his very hands.

Rindou was out of his mind. Your lips were soft and pillowy against his, just how he liked it, and it drove him crazy. The way you let out soft moans against his lips, the way both your hands clung tightly onto his hoodie, like it was the only thing that’s keeping you grounded right now. So responsive. So vulnerable. He wanted to ruin you so bad.

You don’t know how but Rindou managed to slip you out of your jacket, only noticing that it was off as the cold air of your dorm engulfed your bare arms. You slowly pulled away from Rindou to catch your breath, slightly pushing him away as he was trying to catch your lips. He leaned his forehead against your, both your chests heaving, breaths mixing together as you two basked in warm silence. Rindou wasn’t done with you.

He gave your now swollen lips a peck before heading for your cheek, trailing light kisses down your jaw until he reached your neck. Rindou gave you soft experimental kisses where your shoulder met your neck, to which you responded with sweet whines and the call of his name. “Fuck… Rindou.” you breathed out as he licked a stripe up your neck and sucked on the same spot that made you whine for him.

Your hands flew up to his lavender hair as Rindou began trailing kisses down to your collar bones. “R-rindou wait! Hold on…” you slowly pushed him away as you felt his hands attempting to tug your shirt up, Rindou pulled away, concern clouding his lustful gaze as he questioned you, “What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?” he panted out. You shook your head but he saw something different in your eyes, like there was something you wanted to say.

“Rindou?” “Hm?” “What are we?”

There. You said it, you said the question that’s been buried deep into the back of your mind ever since your established friendship with Rindou Haitani.

“I–I don't…? We’re friends, what do you mean?” his brows furrowed. You had to close your eyes and take a deep breath, anger bubbling up from within, “Exactly, Rindou! We’re friends… and friends don’t do this, right?” you argued with desperation in your tone. Is he fucking dumb? Did he really just have the audacity to say ‘we’re friends’ after he marked your neck dark red and purple? After he just kissed you like a starved man? After almost slipping you out of your shirt? 

Rindou knew that. He knew that friends didn’t act the way you two did but he just wasn’t ready to face this conversation. Yes, he’s a coward, and a big one at that.

“Why did you even tell me that some girl in your class asked you out? What do you feel for me, Rindou?” you pressed further, wanting immediate answers from the man in front of you. He had an expression you couldn’t understand, like he looked troubled. Fighting a mental war within himself while he remained quiet.

Your heart sank as he just sat there avoiding eye contact, your once lustful gaze turning into nothing but mere anger and possibly hatred. “I think I should go…” he mumbled–more to himself than to you–quickly scrambling from the couch and towards your door. The fucking audacity, you thought. “Really, Rindou?! You’re just going to run away like a fucking coward? We’re both adults here for fucksakes! At least face this head-on!” you stood up, raising your voice at him, but Rindou never said anything nor turned back once. He just quietly put his shoes on and left without a word.

The slam of the door resonated throughout your dorm as you stood there all alone, your neck marked and heart broken in a million pieces by someone that was never yours from the very start. You felt dumb. How foolish of you to think he actually felt the same way, maybe he just stuck around because of lust. You felt so used and angry that tears uncontrollably fell from your eyes, your breathing erratic but this time it's from anger. You sat down on the couch and took deep breaths while closing your eyes, wishing it would all just go away once you open them back again.

Rindou was unpredictable but was this really what you loved about him?

—

You felt like shit. For the past few weeks, you were in a sour mood, nothing entertained nor interested you. You watched the hues of red and purple on your neck fade as days passed. Rindou stopped coming by the end of your shifts at the library, he never texted or called to apologize about that night, he didn’t wait for you outside your dormitory to walk you to class, he didn’t wait outside your class to hangout at the library.

It was like Rindou was never even there from the start. It wasn’t hard for him to avoid you as you were both in different faculties–him being in the Arts and you being in the Science Faculty–although you did wish that you would run into him somehow when you headed over to the School of Arts for the general education class you had with Ran.

Hangouts with Ran became less frequent as he was embarrassed about what his younger brother did to you, it was also limited to either the library or somewhere around the campus, as going back to his and Rindou’s shared dorm was no longer a viable option. But he acted indifferent toward you, despite the situation. Ran cherished his friendship with you and he was not going to let his younger brother taint it.

It was one of those nights where you binged watched movies up to the point where your eyes couldn’t handle it anymore. The clock on your laptop read ‘2:39 am’, your eyes were droopy and you couldn’t care less about the movie playing in front of you, the voices of the actors turning into a soft muffled sound as you fought to stay awake. You were on your bed, your laptop that was once resting on your stomach slowly sliding off and onto the sheets.

Loud desperate knocks on your door jolted you awake, your heart rate suddenly increasing from the unexpected loud sound at this hour of the morning. You swore that if it was Haru knocking at this ungodly hour, you were not only going to kill him, but also ignore his desperate pleas for help during your laboratory sessions. You let out a grunt as you threw your sheets off you and moved your laptop out of the way.

Your warm feet slowly padded against the cold wooden floor as you made your way over to your door. You weren’t too worried about it being an intruder as the building did require ID cards to present before entering it, therefore suggesting that whoever is knocking at your door is a student; with a sigh, you undid the locks and slowly opened the door, “I swear to god Haruchiyo, if you’re asking me to dye your hair this early again—” your sentence was cut short as the opened door did in fact not reveal your pink haired friend.

The man who stood before you was purple haired. Your heart skipped a beat.

The same man who has been avoiding you like the plague, and who disappeared without a single explanation. Rindou looked like shit. The bags under his eyes were prominent, his purple hair tousled and chest heaving. Did he run here? At 2 in the fucking morning? You thought.

You didn’t know how to feel about this, a part of you wanted to slam the door shut and go back to your warm sheets but the other part wanted to see where this went. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, there was nothing in your mind at this very moment. All you knew is that your heart yearned for him but you couldn’t look him in the eye, not when he left you hanging like that.

“I’ve been thinking about you…” Rindou was the first one to break the silence, his amethyst eyes studying your features with concern. You looked tired, too, and empty. Your eyes didn’t hold that special glint in them like before.  “I don’t know what else to say to you.” you quietly responded, looking anywhere but his eyes; you knew if you made eye contact with them, you’d be sucked back in and forget about everything else, but you can’t be fooled anymore. Not for a second time.

Rindou let out a heavy sigh, “Please look at me..” his tone laced with pure desperation, it pained you to hear him like this, he sounded so broken and lost, like he didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. “Rindou, look, this clearly isn’t a good idea. I know you don’t feel the same way—”

“Please, can we just talk about this?” he cut you off, coming a step closer, to which you responded by defensively taking a step back. Rindou noticed this and refrained himself from coming any closer, like he might hurt you if he did. “Can I come in? Please, I just want to talk things out… that’s the least I can do for you.” he watched as you weighed out the pros and cons of letting Rindou inside, biting your lower lip as you decided.

With a sigh, you fully opened the door, stepping aside as you replied with, “I guess there’s no harm in that…” you finally met his eyes, his gaze softening like it was the only thing he needed to calm the storm behind his stare.

You both made your way to the couch, where all this mess started.

The black leather creaked under your weights as the both of you settled on it, both uncomfortably clinging to each end of the couch, not wanting to make awkward physical contact with one another.

Rindou cleared his throat and fully turned to you, “I’m sorry. It took me so long to realize my feeli— no, actually, I’ve known my feelings for you ever since but..” he trailed off, looking down at his hands. It shouldn’t have made you this happy to know that, but your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. He liked you back.

“...I don’t know what got into me that night. I guess I was just… scared?” Rindou sighed, burying his face in his palms. Maybe he should’ve just stayed home. No matter how much he can explain himself, there was just no justifying for what he did to you that night. He had no right to devour you like that and leave within the next minute because he got scared of your question.

It was your turn to face him, brows furrowed, anger and confusion slowly seeping into you, “Scared? Scared of what, Rindou?” you questioned, slightly raising your voice. You’ve had enough of his bullshit. “God, I don’t know, okay?!” Rindou removed his face from his palms and looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes.

He closed them for a bit to try and steady his breathing. “I just like you so much that I don’t even know what to do anymore. I just want to be with you, I want to be by your side as much as I can, and it hurts me that I made you cry..” Rindou avoided your gaze as he opened his eyes again. He was never the type to genuinely confess his feelings nor was the sappy type, so you knew this was very difficult for him to do, and you respected him for going out of his comfort zone.

Now it was your turn to ask him to look at you, it took you several attempts before he finally did so. A single tear ran down his cheek as he made eye contact with you, god, you wanted to hug him so bad. You forced a small smile, “You can have me, Rindou… I’ve been yours from the very start.” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his, to reassure him that you meant every single word you said.

Before he could reply, you started speaking again, “..I’m so tired of having somebody that’s not mine.”

“A-and I know you feel the same way as I do… but do you still want me?” you inched closer to him, your eyes holding his intense gaze, you weren’t about to back down from this. You needed to know his answer. “I want you so fucking bad that it physically hurts me. Call me shameless but that’s exactly how I feel.” Rindou replied, his voice dropping an octave while he held your gaze. Two can play at this game, he thought. Something in the air shifted, the mood was now completely different.

You let out a dry chuckle, “Show me how shameless you are, then. Why don’t you write it on my neck?”

Rindou swore under his breath, wasting no time pressing his lips against your own, he missed this so much. He missed the way the warmth of your lips ignited his whole body, he missed the way his chest tingled with delight, he missed the way you moaned against his lips even though he had barely touched you.

He pulled away and trailed hot open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and down to your neck, where you liked him the most. “Mhm… Rindou…” you moaned out his name, both hands flying to his hair, pushing him closer to your neck as he nibbled on the same spot he had previously marked, paying extra attention to it as it made you moan his name in a way that he isn’t going to forget any time soon. “Fuck, you’re so needy for me, huh?” Rindou swore, his voice raspy and low. It did things to you.

You let out a whine as he trailed even further down, sucking on your collarbones. His mouth felt so heavenly against your bare skin, but you needed more. You wanted to be closer to him. “R-rindou…” you whined, you don’t even know what you want from him but saying his name just felt right. “What do you want, princess? Use your words.” He gave your collarbone–that was now littered with hues of purple and red–one last peck before swiftly tugging your shirt off.

The cool early morning air hit your bare chest, you shuddered as Rindou sucked on a spot just above your nipple, his warm mouth being a complete contrast from the air. He gently pushed you further into the couch until your back was met with the cool leather, and Rindou was on top of you, in between your legs. “Oh fuck..” you threw your head back against the arm rest as he placed a nipple inside his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking, he gave your other breast attention using his hand, massaging it and rolling the bud between his fingers. Rindou panted heavily against your chest, “So pretty for me.”

He made his way back up and kissed you once again, grinding his clothed cock against you, he let out a whine as he rested his face on your neck. The friction felt so good, he didn’t know if he was even gonna last long. “Fuck, I want you so bad.” he groaned, teeth clenching from the unbearable pleasure he felt.

“I’m all yours, Rindou.”

With that, he showed you how badly he wanted you, over and over again. You saw parts of him that you haven’t seen before, the vulnerability, the intimacy, and the true feelings he held for you. And oh, you were finally able to see the entirety of his tattoo, from his arm, right down to his ankles and everything in between.

© mitsuyeaah

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Love your jordan fics!!!!! Would you write something for jordan x fem!reader or gn!reader (either one is fine) where r is like a normal human? No powers and all that. I thought about some angst and protective jordan when Rufus gets too close to reader, but you can also make your own plot and I'll love it anyway 💕💕

Inked Souls

pairing: jordan li x gn! reader

tw: RUFUS. also there's like slight allusions to rape because it's rufus but it's nothing explicitly stated, slight angst, mostly fluff, swearing

description: your job at the bookstore had it's ups and it's downs.

a/n: hi! i hope you enjoy this one anon <3 i'm sorry it's really short but i felt like it ended at the right bit and sort of felt more natural this way so yeah. i really liked writing it (even if i had to deal with writing rufus) so tysm for the request. have the best day/night <3

A brief chill ran across the length of your spine. The bookstore was yet to warm up and the cold frost of the early morning covered the atmosphere of the little room. You didn’t own the beautiful store but one day, hopefully soon, you would have the opportunity to find somewhere where you would feel just as at home as you felt here.

Straightening up the books you felt a tinge of disappointment. Shelves were filled with all the information that a supe would need to attend God U. The bookstore you worked at was the only one who housed all the texts. Supes tended to go to the online store which is why you were hired. The owner, Max, was a nice guy, but he was almost never around. He liked to manage all the online stuff while he left the actual physical sale of books to you. Or rather the pick-up of books since you didn’t have a delivery system in place.

It is not that you didn’t love your job but dealing with arrogant superheroes on a daily basis was starting to grate your nerves. You smoothed out your shirt before settling behind the desk after finishing up your opening routine.

The day went by swiftly, mostly due to the fact that you had picked up a new book just that morning and the rich story had sucked you in. A tingling of the bell brought your attention out from behind the pages and towards… your favorite customer.

“Ah, Jordan. It’s good to see you. What can I help you with today?”

“Oh I was wondering if you had anything of the same vein from last time.” A smile lit up your face as you nodded eagerly. 

“I have just the thing. Give me a sec.” You jumped up from your little seat and you heard a chuckle coming from Jordan as they watched you with an adoring expression. Ok, so maybe you did have a little crush on them. Who was to judge you?

“You seem extra cheery today.”

“Well, I just started a new book and… AHA.” Your perusal of the shelves proved fruitful as you plucked out a book from within the confines of the spines.

The beautifully illustrated copy slipped out of your hands and into Jordan’s as you passed the book towards them. A feeling of comfort passed through your body for the millisecond that your fingers brushed theirs.

“It’s called Annihilation, it’s sort of a more modern version of the Lovecraft genre but it’s incredible. This is a special edition so it's a tad bit more expensive than usual but…”

“It’s worth it.” Jordan said with a smile and a wink as they thumbed through the pages. She looked calmer than usual, you thought. Usually they had a certain tense energy surrounding their being.

“What are you smiling about?” Jordan asked as their twinkling eyes met yours.

“Oh nothing. You look nice today.”

“You say that every time I come in.” Jordan said as they leaned over the counter.

“Well it’s always true. Do you-” The sound of loud laughing and the bell made the two of you jump apart. A guy with bleached hair walked in holding up a phone in one hand and pushing the door open with another.

“I'll be right with you, sir.” You said quickly, before turning apologetically to Jordan - only to find them with an annoyed twist on his lips. An expression you thought didn’t belong at all on their face.

“Jordan?” You asked before a sudden assault of something permeated your senses. You felt a wave of dizziness engulf you, making your hand shoot out to grab onto the counter.

“Well, aren't you a pretty one?” Came a voice from the side of you as the same guy who had just walked in leaned over the counter. His fingers etched closer and closer to your face when suddenly his hand was wrenched away from in front of you.

You dizzily watched as Jordan pushed the guy into one of the neighboring book shelves. Low but threatening whispering was exchanged between the two of them as the world started to become less blurry.

You heard a wheeze come out of your mouth as you settled down onto the little seat behind the counter. What the fuck was happening to you?

“Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.” The voice of Jordan materialized next to you and the soft skin of their fingers brushed against your cheekbone. 

“Hmm.”

“Oh thank God, you’re okay. Fuck, I should have killed him.”

“What happened?” You muttered out as you turned your head to look at them.

“Rufus happened.”

“Rufus?”

“He’s a supe… a bad one. He kind of has like control over pheromones so he was-”

“Trying to drug me. Oh my God.” Your horrified voice echoed through the bookstore and you bit into the side of your cheek.

“Hey. I made sure he doesn’t come in here again, okay? You’re safe.”

“Jordan… I- thank you.”

“You never should have to deal with that, no one should…”

“Still thanks. How should I thank my gallant knight?” The question was phrased with a teasing lilt, making Jordan’s eyebrows shoot up as she smirks.

“Oh I can think of a few ways… starting with a date.”

#gen v #gen v fanfic #gen v amazon #gen v spoilers #andre anderson #jordan li #marie moreau #luke riordan #golden boy #the boys #the boys fanfic #the boys tv #gen v tv #maria writes #the boys series #the boys amazon #jordan li x reader #jordan x reader #gen v x reader #jordan li x you #jordan li x y/n

[throneofsapphics]

hey hey hey!!! i'm back!!! i was with my family, so i haven't been so active, but now im home again!! ❤️‍🩹 hope you're safe and happy!!

so i was thinking what i could request, and i have just read your feysand x reader where feyre and reader get piercings (it was a masterpiece 🫶🏻)

so i was thinking of this; rowaelin x reader where reader gets a tattoo (something significant to the three of them), but rowaelin has no idea.

pd; stay healthy, eat well, sleep well, don't stress, and BE HAPPY 🧡🫶🏻

fresh ink

Summary: Reader gets a tattoo

Warnings: none 

A/N: ah I’m glad you liked it! thank you for the request :) I hope you’re doing well!

You’d been thinking about a tattoo for a long time, and ran through different ideas in your mind, even sketching them out on paper sometimes. It took you months, but you decided on getting the constellation of the Lord of the North. It just felt right, in a way you couldn’t quite explain. 

Rowan and Aelin were away for the weekend, and you built up the nerve to finally do it. Rowan, when he found out - and you had no doubt he would eventually, could be offended you went to anyone else to have it done. But, you trusted your friend and they’d been tattooing for years. Maybe the tattoo was a bit too permanent, but you could always spin it off as being just for Terrasen. 

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“What did you do?” Rowan asked, ten minutes after they returned from their trip. 

“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow at him. Aelin looked back and forth between the two of you. 

“You have that look on your face.” 

“Rowan,” Aelin said sweetly, and his head snapped towards her in alarm. “Shut up.”

His eyes narrowed, but she crossed the room and tugged you into another hug. You leaned into her, breathing in her scent. She chuckled, running her hand over the back of your head. You winked at him from over her shoulder. His eyes rolled but his lips quirked up at the corners. 

Later that night, you were stretched out on the couch, your head in Aelin’s lap. Her nails were digging into your scalp, and you felt your body unwind slowly, each muscle relaxing subconsciously. She tapped on your cheek, and you turned on your back so you could look up and face her. 

“Yes?” 

“What did you do?” 

You groaned, and heard weight shifting. Apparently her question had caught Rowan’s attention as well. “Do you need a play-by-play of my whole week?” You teased her, flicking her nose. 

“I’m only curious,” she swatted your hand away. “He’s right, you know, about that look.” 

You gasped in fake shock, sitting up quickly to look at Rowan. “You might never hear that again. Aelin admitted someone else is right." The female in question let out a disgruntled noise.

He snorted. “You’re avoiding her question.” 

“I’ve done many things, you’ll have to be more specific.” 

A muscle in his jaw flexed, and you fought back your grin. Pushing his buttons was one of your favorite past-times. 

“Just tell us.” Aelin said, reaching out her arm to pull you back closer to her. You winced as her hand brushed against your ribs. Right over the still sore spot. 

Rowan’s eyes gleamed as he caught the movement, and he rose, stalking across the room. 

“Lift your shirt.” 

“Buy me dinner first.” You muttered, ignoring him and laying back down on Aelin’s lap. That was the wrong move because she quickly slid the fabric up your side, you shivered and jumped as the cold air hit you, but one hand pinned you down as she peered over to look at it. 

“Is that the Lord of the North?” 

She ran her finger over the spot, and you batted her hand away. “It’s sore,” you hissed at her. 

“I like it,” she carefully lowered your shirt, avoiding brushing directly against the new ink. “Does the professional have an opinion?” 

Silence filled the room for a few moments. “You could have asked me.” Thankfully, he didn’t sound hurt necessarily, maybe a bit jealous but not hurt over it. 

“I would have lost my nerve,” you admitted. And asking him to do a tattoo that represented the three of you felt too overwhelming. 

“If you want any more, come to me.” He turned, heading back towards his seat. “It looks nice,” he said over his shoulder, barely loud enough for you to hear. 

"He's jealous," Aelin teased, "he wants his ink on you."

She squawked as a gust of icy wind hit her face, and you instinctively brought both of your arms up to cover your head, feeling the heat of flames brushing over the top of you a second later.

#rowaelin x reader #rowaelin x y/n #throne of glass drabble #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass x reader #poly!rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x reader #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #rowan whitethorn x reader

[oneirophobic]

MESMERIZED - m. sturniolo ( ★ )

part of the 'summer fun' series

summary : you think water is such a beautiful thing, you know what matt thinks is a beautiful thing?

warnings : [ IMPLIED FEM!READER ] anxiety, mentions of depression, coping mechanisms, water, strong mother-daughter relationship, mentions of feet, reader wears a bikini, horrible dad joke, cat calling, no use of y/n, not proofread well

a/n : thanks for two hundred followers! (you guys got pranked so hard lol) sorry for not posting fics, i've been busy. this fic also has significance to me, i struggle with my mental health and use water to cope. if you're struggling yourself, do not be afraid to reach out to me, my dms are always open.

ever since i was a baby, i was fond of the water, a water baby my mom would say. she'd sit me in between her legs in the shallow end of a lake we camped alongside. the water brushing against my small, fragile hips; releasing sweet giggles from me as i splashed the water onto her inked thighs. i'd fall asleep there in between her legs, eventually being dazed by the tiny fish that swam nibbling at her feet and the way her tattoos distorted under the ripples.

even when we were away from the lake, i'd refuse to get out of the tub until the tiny pads of my fingers looked like the raisins i had as a snack earlier. crying and pleading for her to let me stay in there although i hadn't been able to form a singular word properly. she'd give in and sit with me outside the bathtub with her steamy romance novels in hand, looking up between paragraphs at the smile on my face as i splashed around with an assortment of rubber ducks.

as i grew older, my mom would let me swim at the end of the dock with her by my side, my tiny torso just above the rippling water. i'd dunk myself into the water, watching the minnows nibble at my tiny feet through the lenses of my goggles. giggling as i stuck my head back up, facing my mom with sparks in my eyes, "it tickles, mommy!"

by the time i was in middle school, i had unfortunately developed anxiety. i'd skip school because i grew so physically sick, staying in bed all day, crying uncontrollably. my mom had to stop by the school on those days on her way home from work, giving me a saddened look as she handed me the papers. i'd do them in a blur, my eyes swollen and stinging from my tears.

on one of those days, i had to take a shower, my hair was a greasy knotted mess. my mom helped me detangle it, being gentle as she worked her way to the top of my head. i hesitated before stripping off my three day old clothes, not daring to look at my bare reflection.

i slid into the lukewarm water, standing there for a minute. i felt all the stress being rinsed from my body. i lowered myself to the shower floor and sat there until the water ran cold. i began showering every day, before and after school. the way it felt against my skin made me feel comforted within seconds.

years later, i still use that coping mechanism. i began to learn to control my anxiety, thanks to matt. matt and i got close near the end of junior year, we sat next to each other in math class; always helping each other.

this one specific day, i had been cat called by a group of boys and was absolutely terrified that it was going to happen again. i began overthinking: "are my jeans too tight? can you see my bra through my shirt? am i wearing too much makeup?"

the algebraic equations being written on the board quickly became irrelevant, my breathing was picking up and my throat was closing. matt noticed the increase in my breathing pattern, quickly turning to me as he saw the tears brimming in my eyes. he quickly grabbed ahold of my hand and began rubbing soothing circles along the back of my hand. i squeezed his hand out of fear, shaking slightly.

he leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, "i'm right here with you, copy my breathing." i turned to look at him, unsure of what was going on. "trust me," he mouthed, looking at my tear filled eyes. i nodded beginning to copy his breathing as we both faced the teacher as if we were paying attention.

i almost had my breathing under control, when the teacher told us to work with our partners, the class broke out into a jumble of murmurs almost instantly. matt slid his water bottle to me, "drink some, please." i grabbed bottle and began taking sips, matt watched carefully as i began to relax. "t-thank you," i stuttered, still shaking as i let go of his hand.

"yeah, of course," he said, examining my bouncing leg, "come here." matt opened his arms to me, ushering me into them, i hesitated before wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his shoulder. matt drew comforting shapes on my back as i breathed in his scent of vanilla, silently thanking him over and over.

after that moment, we became closer. he let me come over and spend the night with him and his brothers, just sitting around talking. we were just friends though, we'd share strictly platonic touches aside from the times we both started leaning in and someone waltzed in or one of us chickened out.

before homecoming of senior year, he'd finally ask me to be his girlfriend. making those touches romantic and closing the distance between our lips. we practically clung to each other, refusing to leave the other behind.

i had the lot that i had spent all my childhood in under my name now, my mom too focused on work to come up here anymore. i didn't have to share the trailer with my mom anymore, not being banished to the small pull out couch when we did.

i didn't like being up there alone, hearing the loud pitter patter of the rain against the metal roof gave me a sense of unease, only having my pillow to latch onto. i decided to bring the triplets out here, and they loved it.

they loved when i took them driving along the winding curves of the roads and to little shops. matt stealing chris' usual spot in the front seat to be close to me, which chris surprisingly allowed with zero hesitation.

every morning i'd wake matt up to go swimming with me while the lake was calm and nobody was disrupting the fish swimming below. he always agreed, throwing on our swimsuits while trying not to wake up nic and chris, it was our thing.

as soon as we crept out of the trailer, i took a moment to admire the sunrise and breathe in the fresh, dewy air that was destined to be filled with smoke by sunset from the campfires around the park. matt snuck his hand into mine and walked me down the dock, he always let me dip in first to see how cold it is from the night before. it was always relatively cold, it cooled down a lot at night after high temperatures and the blistering sun. despite the temperature, he always got used to it if it meant spending time with me.

we drifted to the drop off, avoiding the sharp shells that inhabited the lake years prior, the water slowly swallowing our bodies. i stopped as soon as it reached my belly button and dove down, savoring the feeling. i came up for air and turned to matt, looking at him with a big smile as the water rippled at his presence around his waist like a hula hoop. "come on, dunk in!" i said, laughing as i shook my shoulders in the water.

matt rolled his eyes before taking a deep breath and falling onto his back and gliding over to me. i smiled as i admired how silky his hair looked under the water. he came up and shook his hair like a dog on me, "matt!" i giggled. he stopped his movements and pressed a kiss to my sunkissed nose.

i turned to look at the horizon and let out a sigh, "i love this, i love the water." matt began chuckling at his own thought, "well, i am about 60% water." i gave him a weird look and laughed, "yeah, i guess i love you too, dingus," i said, sarcastically rolling my eyes.

i took another moment to watch the seagulls diving into the water to bring food back to their families when i felt a familiar feeling at my feet. i looked down to see the minnows nibbling at my feet and shins, making my giggle with a huge smile on my face.

i felt matt's eyes drilling into me, i looked over at him to see he had the dopiest grin on him face. "what's your major malfunction?" i laughed, drifting towards him. he grabbed at the waistline of my bikini, pulling me closer.

"i think i'm more mesmerized by you than you are by the water."

TAGLIST : @dwntwn-strnlo @crvptidsmain @stvrni0lo @20nugs @gracietaylorsversions @ssturniolo @iha8you @lollibumblebee

#oneirophobic #nicole needs to stfu #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader

[deadgirlkisses]

been listening to ''r.e.m'' and ''the party & the after party'' by ari & the weeknd which i think really fuels my hyperfixation on tattoo artist! baji & rindou so have this (●'◡'●)

i know it's a random pairing but, hear me out on this, after college, baji & rindou team up to start a lil' tattoo parlour next to a really yummy scenting bakery 'cuz their love for art was really big but there was no other available spaces to rent out in their big city :(

but, after finally finding a place that they could rent out, they went right into their business! personally, i think they would've named it something like "inked down" or something (was baji's little idea since he has a whole pin board for tattoos & piercings!) which started getting some attention after a couple of months 'cuz of rindou's marketing!

baji, with his jet black, shoulder length hair, and his scary demeanor, greets you with enthusiasm when someone enter his office, filled with his art, the room painted in black, matching what he's wearing, like his spike studded bracelets that are stacked up on his wrist, his 2000s hot topic shirt & his baggy jeans and a whole sleeve tattoo on his arm!

he definitely has some plushies like squishmallows in his office for his customers who are scared of getting a tattoo & need to hold on to something to distract them, or just because he finds them cute, me thinks & he also has a tray of snacks in the room incase he or his customer feels like nibbling on something, and when he's done, he thanks his customer and gifts them a lil' treat :)

& then there's rindou, with his stoic looking personality, he is honestly so excited about how the parlour's been growing in popularity and visits, with the help of his marketing skills! he decided to help baji with this idea since he needed funding but they were pretty close friends since they bonded over pinterest together, so he was happy enough to help!

his purple hair with the black roots and his lilac eyes that seem like they have no emotion are secretly ecstatic over his customers, unlike his partner baji, he's definitely very casual with his office and his clothes, a simple, minimalistic white room with some posters gifted to him from baji and ran and a combination of a black turtle neck and blue baggy jeans with a black belt, just keeping it really simple. when finished inking up his customer, he always asks to take a picture of the tattoo to post it to the shop's social media accounts!

but in the end, all of the customers who just got inked up by any of them just swooned over the both of them (& honestly, who wouldn't cuz i would be thinking about them for days &lt;3).

-xoxo, rue ♡

#rue rantz #black girl blogger #baji x reader #rindou x reader #ran x reader #x black reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x reader #baji keisuke x reader #keisuke baji x reader #rindou haitani #baji keisuke #rindou haitani x reader #ran haitani x reader #i need baji rn ugh

[summerlove-r]

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Cat Naps

Eddie Munson x reader

Word count: 1043

Warnings: None, fluff

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Your cat's head was resting against your chest. The purring coming from the small animal was the only sound filling the quiet room. You were bored out of your mind watching the blades of your ceiling fan go round and round. Eddie would be arriving soon. He called you around ten minutes ago, telling you he was going to be on his way.

You turned to your side, using your arm as a pillow. Every stroke you laid on the soft animal made the purring increase in sound. Light tapping on your window caused you to jump up. A smile appeared on your face when you saw your boyfriend on the other side of the glass.

You pet your cat one more time before making your way to the window. You unlocked and pushed it up. "Hi." You smiled. Eddie cupped your face smashing his lips against yours. You grabbed the collar of his jacket to further deepen it. If that was even possible. You two pulled away. "Hi" He whispered.

"Let me in?" Eddie asked. You were both smiling like idiots. So in love with each other. "Hmm, I dunno... Convince me?" Eddie thought for a second. Trying to think of some way to make you laugh.

Eddie licked his lips and kissed you again. A wet sloppy kiss. "Eddie." You giggled and wiped the back of your hand against your wet lips. "Was that convincing enough?" You stood there for a second toying with his zipper. "Guess so." Your smile grew and you moved aside.

Eddie happily climbed through your window. Once on two feet, Eddie turned to give you a very tight hug. "Missed you," He whispered.

You and Eddie had seen each other a few hours ago at school. And yet, you felt the same. "I missed you too." Eddie pulled away, his eyes tracing every feature on your face. "You're so beautiful. ya' know that?" Your breath seemed to stop and heat rose to your cheeks. "Stopp" You whined, flustered by his words.

You giggled and Eddie kissed you again. All over your face.

Eddie cupped your face, running his thumbs over the dark circles underneath your eyes. "How long have you been up? Looks like you haven't slept in days, pretty." Eddie pulled your head towards his. His lips softly kissed your forehead.

"I haven't" You laughed. As if it was planned, the both of you looked over to your bed in sync. Eddie grinned seeing your cat sleeping soundly on your bed. Eddie leaned down and picked him up. "How could you not sleep with this little guy by your side, huh?" Eddie held your cat as if he was a newborn baby. The warm cat stretched as much as he possibly could. "Eddie, he was sleeping!" You lightly smacked your boyfriend's chest.

"Trust me, babe, he has plenty of time to get his eighteen hours in." Eddie quickly ran his finger back and forth underneath your cat's chin. Your fluffy cat began releasing very loud purrs.

"See, he doesn't mind. You hear that? Practically a fuckin' vibrator." You furrowed your eyebrows. Your eyes went to your cat then back to your boyfriend. You tried your best not to show amusement to Eddie's words but a smile snuck its way onto your face. "You are gross, Eddie." The two of you laughed and Eddie sat on your bed. You are quick to copy his actions.

Eddie set the cat down in his lap and began kicking his shoes off. You started to help take his leather jacket off. The material is cold against your fingertips. "Trying to take my clothes off already, babe? Just got here." Eddie joked. That stupid smile on his face. "Disgusting." You chuckled.

Once his jacket was fully off his shirt quickly followed. Your eyes immediately fell to the black ink drawn on his pale skin. Eddie kissed you as he took the cat off of his lap and placed it in yours. Eddie stood up to take his jeans off.

You watched as his fingers undid the button and pulled the zipper down. You were staring and you weren't ashamed. His jeans fell to the floor. His boxers hung low on his hips. You took a deep breath and forced your eyes to the animal in your lap.

If you stared any longer you'd want his boxers off too.

Eddie climbed into your bed getting under the comforter. "Your turn." Eddie eyed your sweater. "You want me to strip?" You smiled. "Fuck yeah." He took the cat from your lap and placed it on his stomach. You got on your knees and placed a hand on Eddie's chest, leaning down to give him a kiss. You giggled and began pulling your shorts off. The material got caught between your thighs and Eddie was happy to help you.

You had the biggest smile on your face. You leaned in to kiss him again, kicking your shorts off onto the floor.

You were so happy when you were with Eddie. Your cheeks would ache from how much you would smile around him. It seemed as if all your problems just disappeared when you were with him.

Eddie hooked his hand under your knee and pulled you over him to straddle his lap. Your lips latched onto one another. They fit so perfectly against his.

A soft makeout had begun. "No sex." You mumbled against his lips. "Okay." He smiled. Eddie gave you a quick kiss before he began taking your sweater off. You now were only in your underwear and a tank top. This was usually how you two slept. Eddie in just in his boxers and you in your underwear and a tank.

Eddie loved this. Loved feeling his skin against yours. It was so comforting you guys could lay like this for hours without saying a word.

Your head lay against Eddie's chest. The sound of Eddie's heartbeat and your cat purring right next to you was therapeutic. "Love you so much. Love you so fucking much." Eddie kissed your forehead as he rubbed his hand up and down your side. "I love you too, Eddie." You kissed his chest and closed your eyes. Ready for sleep to finally take over.

#writing♡ #eddie munson #eddie with cats makes me wanna melt #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #st4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #summerlove-r

[jomamaofficial]

Death After Noon (Kaeya x GN!Reader Dark Angst Oneshot)

A/N: Day 3 of the holiday writing streak hehe. Hello my lovely toes, I am back with another angst fic. But this time, I’ve tried a new format out hehe: reverse comfort → angst no comfort </3. Also, if you didn’t see my last post, I AM WORKING ON A QUIRK MARRIAGE MULTIPLE CHAPTER FANFICTION WITH OUR GOLD MINE OF ANGST, SHOUTO TODOROKI. If you want some more information, filter through the richiethetoe’s updates tag :). As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. I would love to give back to our little community here. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts about the new format I experimented with hehe. CW's: Intimate acts (kissing, making out, SFW touching), Alcoholism. Masterlist Word Count: 1505. Summary: Kaeya Alberich, Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, the infamous heart breaker of Mondstadt. And your sole reason for pure and utter joy. Sharing moments he never shared with anyone but you, it makes you wonder how someone could say that they love you so much but then just decide that they don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

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His smile was infectious. A simple chuckle– warm and deep.

It lifted all the burdens in your life.

It was cheesy. Cliché even. But you couldn’t help smiling at every shared moment with him. 

The chaste, knowing glances– his eyes always finding yours in a crowded room. The subtle closeness– his fingers brushing past yours. 

The tall, and dark, and handsome man became your Prince Charming in your Shakespearan tragedy. His smile could tug the heartstrings of the Holy Lyre, enticing Barbatos himself to descend down to Teyvat, mistaking it for the heavens above; his hair reflected the celestial twilight: a vast ocean for your fingers to tread through as he rest his beautiful face on your lap, his lunar eyes staring into the void of your heart, pushing and pulling until it soared in tides. 

Kaeya Alberich was the rich poetry scribed in gold, filling the pages of your empty book in lavish ink– envied by many, obtained by one. 

Late nights in the Angel’s Share were spent: skin against skin, his fingers sneaking over yours. Intertwined in a beautiful mess, with heated cheeks, and cool, deep tingles, which ran through your spine. 

The two of you were Diluc’s worst nightmare. The older brother had his reservations towards both of your… public approaches to intimacy. But the brother held sympathy in his eyes; his stoic face would always fog up in questions when he saw your longing one. 

Diluc was weary of his younger brother. 

He sent sharp glares and hushed warnings to both of you. Yet instead of listening to him, Kaeya grabbed your hand and ran into the awaiting darkness. You stumbled as you traversed along the winding allies of Mondstadt, his greedy, impatient hands picking at the buttons on your shirt, guiding your bodies into an empty Inn.

Yet when he was finally in the  solitude of your comfort, concealed from the prying eyes, his deep desire evaporated, in its place left deep adoration.  

You basked in the rays of filtered silence, his hands soothing your waist and holding you tight against his flushed body. He nestled his head, heavy with thoughts, on your chest, tracing absent shapes on your skin whilst his touch got softer and softer the more you stroked his hair. 

“What I wouldn’t do. To stay like this forever”, he spoke, voice so soft and incoherent, you almost mistook him for another. 

 “Going home was snatched from my fate, my angel. It was never an option”. 

He pushed his head against the increasing gravity, his eyes heavy. He glued your gaze to his, and you peered at your reflection wavering in his crashing waves– his irises, cloudy and grey. 

“So why does your embrace feel like home to me?” he asked, leaning forward ever so slightly, his breath uneven as he lingered at your lips before lifting his head, his misty blue eyes trapped behind his lashes. 

You were just an inch apart from his lips, and you could smell an assault of booze and liquor. Yet this time, you didn’t want to get drunk off of it. 

You wanted to savour it. 

Your hand seeped warmth through his cold cheek, his face glowing, a gentle radiance. 

So fragile, you shivered as you cradled him in your hand, jumping head first into the abyss of his eyes, trying to decipher the harbouring storm that formed underneath. 

He seeked permission, his lips drawing closer. 

And how could you refuse him, when he was sprawled in your lap, so exposed? So vulnerable? 

“I love you so much, Kaeya”, you whispered, only for him to hear. 

You were so inviting, so kind. 

His confident demeanour shrivelled; he didn’t know how to act when you patiently waited for his lips to close the gap.

So he cautiously pressed a peck to your lips. 

His sweet hesitance filled you with travelling butterflies that spread their wings, fluttering colour to your face, and comfort through your core. 

And for the first time, Kaeya felt as though his guard was melting. The heavy armour finally peeled away.

Such a simple moment, but for him it was so unfamiliar. 

His lips had touched many. But they were sloppy, sticky, and seductive. 

But he had never kissed someone. 

With love, tenderness, and care. 

You were his first. 

His first kiss.

Your thumb grazed past his cheek, your feather touches travelling to his jaw, shakily cupping it. 

“Is this okay?”

“Yes…”

And this time you closed the gap. Your hands left his face and rubbed his back. 

You felt as though he would shatter in your hold, like a shard of glass. Your breathing matched with the slow pace of his, as one of your hands travelled to his scalp, tenderly scratching it. Kaeya leaned into the touch, sighing as he pulled away from your lips, his eyes closed. Your fingers removed his worries, one by one, plucking at every strand and blowing them far, far away from him. 

You were the reason his head was lighter.  

You deserved so much more. 

“You deserve so much better than me…” he babbled, only to be silenced by another kiss. 

He pulled away to babble again.

“If you knew the real me, you would never come back”. 

You pulled him in again. Your taste was sugar for his bitter words. 

“Never let me go”, he pleaded. 

And you detached your hands from his back and head to extend your pinky forward. 

“Never”, you promised, curling your pinky around his. Such childish antics. Such sinless  memories. 

“I love you, Y/N”. 

-

With a dry throat and a splitting headache, Kaeya woke up to the ray of sunlight that peeked through the blinds. His eyes blinked the fatigue away, his hand shielding them from the piercing radiance. 

He examined the room he spent the night in. Unfamiliar as always. 

“I’ve gotta’ stop drinking”, he muttered.

Kaeya let out a yawn, before leaning his hand on the side of the bed, fingers reaching for a shirt. 

“How high is this thing?” he mumbled, leaning further down until they hit the wooden floor. 

Brows knit in frustration, he craned his head on the side, scanning the empty floor. Apart from the legs of a chair, there was nothing. 

Eyes squinting, he peered beyond the foot of the bed. 

Nothing. 

Just the chair standing solitude in front of the uncovered windows.

He couldn’t remember what he wore the day before either. 

Fuck. 

The sudden movements caught up to the throbbing ache drumming in his head. With a wince, he settled against the brick walls, closing his eyes to alleviate the pressure in his temple. 

The absence of his rapid movements cast pure silence in the room. And the early morning was kind enough to hold the burden of his thoughts temporarily; it cast pure silence in his mind. So when a soft rustle tainted the abyssal stillness, he flinched, the hair on his arms erect and alert. 

It was coming from beside him. On his left. Underneath a mast of thick, white linen. 

With a few strands of hair poking from the top, he shifted his focus onto the constant rise and fall. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

The air was still around him. 

Kaeya stared at the sleeping figure; his lips were pressed together, his fingers tense as they clutched his matching duvet.

Thoughts were crossing his mind again. The silence, destroyed. 

His hands reached towards the figure, reluctant. hesitant. 

Kaeya exhaled, breathing shallow. 

Using his thumb and index finger, he grabbed onto a crisp cover with the tips, drawing them back, inch by inch. 

His heart beat faster as he slowly unveiled the duvet, Every piece of revealed skin matching together as a puzzle until he reached the chin. 

Beside him lay delicate features, so innocent, lounging comfortably beside him. The light of dawn diffused a rosy hue on your cheeks. His glazed eyes began to thaw along with his hands. 

His smiling eyes trailed down the curve of your neck that disappeared into a silk collar, hidden. 

But then his smile dropped: eyes scrunched and lips parted. 

A collar.

And suddenly, he narrowed on the reflection behind you: his black shirt hanging off of his chest, with maybe one or two buttons open. His hair, tame. His skin, clear: empty of any bites or bruises. 

His gaze focused on the sliver of your exposed skin. 

Clear: empty of any bites or bruises. 

The forgotten headache was back, louder than before, seeking his attention as his vision disfigured. His chest tightened, his thoughts flooding the memories from last night. 

What did he say to you.

-

A lonely flask sat on the bedside table. An overwhelming absence. 

What a fool you truly were. 

A fool because you dove head first, even though you knew this would happen. 

How could someone say that they love you so much but then just decide that they don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

Kaeya Alberich could. He always did.

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Always

Some tooth rotting Nessian fluff for you my loves since we're deep in the exam session and I'm a serial procrastinator (and also depressed as fuck apparently) and I can't find any Shatter Me fics that satisfy my need for fluff rn

Set in the The Seven of Us AU (masterlist)

Word count: 1,393

Nesta was perfectly aware of the fact that she was starring. She knew her husband would give her shit if he noticed her ogling him as he started his evening work out, but she really couldn't care less about it.

She had closed her book almost twenty minutes ago as he'd walked in their living room. Cassian had gone up to her, ran a hand through her hair to tilt her head up and leave a soft, loving kiss on her forehead.

She'd closed her eyes, hoping for more, but she'd been left wanting, her neck bent back as she faced the ceiling. The warmth of his hand still lingered on her skin.

"I love you," he'd whispered as he'd made his way to their windowless room—the space where they kept all the kids' too-big-to-fit-in-the-room games and Cassian's gym equipment. Nesta hated that room, it was so messy she tried to forget it existed half the time.

And now it was the easiest task for her, to not think of anything at all. Cassian was wearing a white shirt whose sleeves he had ripped off. His tattoos were in full display for her to admire in the golden light of the late afternoon, and his dark, tanned skin shined with sweat. The black ink moving with every push and pull of his arms, his muscles vibrating with the effort to lift the weights. And the occasional grunts and huffs coming from him were just an added little gift, directly from the universe to her.

She was exhausted and all she wanted to do was unapologetically gawk at her sweaty husband as she lay on the couch under her blanket. So that was what she was doing.

He was looking outside through the kitchen window, and a small smile blossomed on his lips as the shrieks and laughters of their kids filled their silent room.

"Cece! That's mi–ne!"

Nesta sighed through her nose and shuffled on the couch to find a more comfortable position, knowing perfectly well she wouldn't lift a finger if shit went down. Nevermind that their four-year-old had just started screaming at the top of her lungs. She knew if was only because Cal had stolen yet another of her toys.

They heard Ezra try to pacify his sister and meddle things between his siblings, and Cassian couldn't help his snort when Celia started screaming at him, too, to leave her puppets alone.

Nesta closed her eyes, basking in her children's sounds, absorbing every word and whine, every giggle and cry. She knew it wouldn't last forever.

They could already see it with Ezra, now only a few weeks away from his thirteenth birthday, his voice had started to become deeper and his laugh more... grown-up. He'd lost his soft giggles. When she'd first noticed, Nesta had almost cried.

And Cal and Nora had just turned eight and five respectively. Andra's second birthday was nine days away—

She shook her head, blinking her tiredness away, willing her mind to slow down and enjoy every bit of it while she had it.

It wasn't until she yawned that Cassian finally looked her way. The moment his eyes were on her curled up figure, they softened and he slowed down his movements. He stopped altogether when she rubbed her eyes with the back on her hand and dropped the weights to the floor.

She offered him a weak smile and his face lit up, his breath hitched, as he took two long strides to her side, crouching down.

Nesta looked him in the eyes, mumbling a silent, "Hi."

Cassian smoothed a hand over her hair again, and then brushed her cheek, cupping her face. His thumb was drawing short lines on her bottom lip now.

"Are you tired, sweetheart?" He asked her, his eyes locked on her mouth.

Nesta nodded, her position not really allowing her much movement. "I had the longest day at work."

"'M sorry, baby," he leaned forward, the tip of his nose brushing hers, "I can always give you a massage later, if you'd like that."

She hummed, pleased even just at the idea. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath and kissed the corner of her lips.

"I would love that," Nesta said.

It was Cassian's turn to hum, and when their eyes met, she couldn't resist it anymore and lifted her head just as he closed in on her. They both smiled in the kiss and then Cassian was gone.

Nesta was stunned, still recovering at the quickness with which he'd moved that he was laying on one of the confusing torture machines he trained with.

"Gotta finish the work out first," he cracked his neck, starting a new set as he kept talking. "I'll cook dinner, put the gremlins to bed and then we can chill, watch a movie... take a bath, together."

Nesta looked at him, mirth sparkling in her eyes. Or at least that was what she hoped she was conveying through her exhaustion. He smirked in her direction, winking and opening his mouth to surely make a crude comment on their evening activities.

It surprised her then, when instead of getting a dirty preview of whatever he was gonna do to her, he whispered, so quietly that she barely heard him, "I missed you so much today."

She blinked and mollified, shaking her head.

Hopeless romantic, that husband of hers—

The loud, booming crack of Cal's laughter distracted her from her thoughts and the sound of the backdoor opening piqued her attention enough that she sat up, glancing at their backyard.

Nora came stumbling in the kitchen, tripping on the glass door.

"Watch your step, honey," Cassian said, before she could intervene.

Their daughter's smile was blinding. Happiness radiated from her small body as she jumped towards them. Her hazel eyes were alight with life, her whole head shone with sun rays embedded in her braided hair.

She was their little nugget of sunshine. And Nesta felt the strongest surge of love grow in her chest when she belined for her dad.

She threw herself on Cassian's chest.

"Hey, Nora," he said, wrapping his arms around her tiny tiny body. Nesta plopped down once again, holding a pillow to her chest. "Are you having fun?"

Nora started nodding so ferociously on his chest that her hair spiked everywhere. And then with the most adorable voice she said, "I love you. I always love you."

Cassian didn't hesitate, "I'll always love you, honey."

Their kid rested her cheek on his pec and looked at him, smiled. Cassian blew a strand of her hair that had gone astray off her face, petting it down and trying to braid it back into her complex hairdo.

They looked at each other for such a short time, and still, Nesta couldn't have asked for anything more.

The love shining there, in both her soulmate's eyes and in the eyes of that one fifth of her own soul... it took her breath away. Whenever she realised what she had created. What she had, what was hers and only hers.

She loved her family so much it hurt.

"Come back outside Nona!"

The little girl rose abruptly at her brother's voice, and without a single glance back ran outside, screaming over her shoulder.

"Goodbye daddy, I'm going out to play! Goodbye mommy!"

"Okay, see you honey."

Nesta recovered from the lump in her throat just in time before the door slammed shut and shouted back at her, "Love you, baby!"

Cassian had rose up on his elbows to follow his daughter with his gaze, a silly lost smile plastered on his face, and as soon as she out of sight he fell back down again.

He brought both hands to his face and breathed out a laugh. It sounded like his body needed to get all that unbridled love out somehow and didn't know any better than laugh it out.

Nesta breathed in, chuckling under her breath.

"That was so fucking cute."

Cassian's head snapped in her direction and she was surprised to find his eyes glossy, but still full of hope and love and gratitude. She smiled at him, her whole body softening in front of that picture.

"We made such a bunch of sentimental gremlins," he breathed out.

"That we did."

Heavily inspired by this reel.

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[lieakitten]

Alhaitham’s Pet

Hihi Hello! Thank you all for loving my last post and as promised here is part two! Like I said before I am keeping this gender neutral if you see any errors please let me know! If people keep liking this I will keep the series going. I really love this story and I have plans for where it will go! Ily you all /p -Lieakitten <3

Part 1  ☘︎  Part 2  ☘︎  Part 3 Word Count: 1,072 Reader: Gender Neutral Content: +16

You did not run into Alhaitham again. In fact, it seemed like the scribe had vanished off the face of Sumeru since he asked you about your vision, which you often pondered. Why would he be interested in your vision at all? They were rarer among people. You were considered blessed among the gods. They had seen your struggle and acknowledged it. You should be proud of it. You fidgeted with it as you sat at one of the tables. You couldn’t bring yourself to read today. To do anything, for that matter. You did reports and ran jobs, but the thought of reading eluded you as you played with the vision, the silver holding it feeling somewhat warm against your hands. What was the point if you did not even use the thing? People with visions did wonderful things for the world, but yours sat unused against your hip. Unused and unwanted. Why did the Archons feel the need to bless a person like you? You were running another errand, which was putting books away for a few people who left them on the tables littered around the akademiya. You were slotting it away on the shelf when you felt the presence of someone behind you. You turned around, and there he was. A look flashed across his face as your eyes met his.

"Did you need something?" you asked the man. He was so close, you could almost touch him if you wanted to. You almost did, seeing how well defined he was through the tight black shirt he wore. You held back the urge as he spoke.

"Yes. Could you tell me about your vision?" Your breath stopped. He was still talking about your vision. Why was he so caught up in this? Alhaitham looked at you carefully, his eyes darting from your eyes to your vision. You nodded and blinked a few times to clear your head. You felt cloudy, as if you were trying to think through thick mud. "Ah. I have had it for a while, actually. It will be about 3 years now." The thought pained you for a moment. Has it really been three years? You felt your hand go and touch it again. You have not thought about it since you got it. Something inside you stirred the vision slightly. He shifted how he was standing, causing you to be distracted from your private thoughts as you pulled your eyes away from his quickly. "How long have you been studying here? I assume you are a scholar." Your response came fast, normal, and easy. You got asked this quite often; it felt easy coming off your tongue

"About 3 years. I am a scholar, yes." He seemed to pause and look at you again, like he was questioning something about you. Something he could not place. He nodded and turned on his heel, walking away without further questions. You stood there and watched him leave. How odd. You thought to yourself. You tried to remember what you were doing beforehand, but all thoughts about studying or working were long gone. They were the moments when he sought you out. You could not help but smile. He sought you out. Alhaitham. One of the biggest names in all of Sumeru sought you out to ask you a few questions. A giddiness you had not felt in a while seemed to fill you like a pot of boiling water, and just like that, you might boil over with this feeling if left too long. You got called over by another scholar and went over; your steps felt lighter than they had in a bit. Did talking to him really do all this to you? Maybe you need to get out more. You had just about finished a report when you stood up, stretching. You had to turn this into one of the scribes. You smiled a bit as you waited for the ink to dry. Maybe you would seek out Alhaitham this time. It would be fitting, wouldn’t it? You folded the paper, hoping it was dry enough due to the excitement you had felt at the idea. You walked through the akademiya humming a soft song to yourself as your shoes clicked on the smooth flooring. You arrived at a tall door. It seemed to loom over you as you looked at it. Maybe this was a bad idea. You held the paper in your hand and stared at the door. You were preparing yourself to knock when you heard your name. You turned around quickly, trying to figure out an excuse for standing here looking at the door for so long, when you saw his blue eyes meet yours. Alhaitham. You felt nervous standing here, looking rather stupid. So you cleared your throat "This is for you. I had just written it up." He nodded. The way he looked at you now sent shivers down your spine. It was much different than this morning. He looked at you like a bug, like something to be ignored. Any feelings you had seemed far away now. He took the paper from you, his gloved hands touching yours. Your heart beats a bit faster. Alright, maybe the feelings were not all gone after all. "Thank you," he said, making you smile a bit. It was not praise, but it felt like it to you. You nodded and took a step forward to walk away from him when he grabbed your wrist. You turned to look at him. He had stopped you. You felt your heart in your chest a bit lightheaded at this all. He seemed to be thinking about something, lost in thought. "I need your help on a project," he said, releasing your wrist. Your arm seemed to tingle at the loss of touch from his hand. You nodded. He walked to his door, his movements quick and long as he mumbled something "I will see you tomorrow." The door closed as quickly as it opened, and once again you stood rather stupidly staring at his door. He wanted you to help him with something. You turned, holding your wrist to your chest like it was something precious. He touched you. He stopped you. He sought you out this morning. Your head spun slightly as you rushed away from his door. What had you gotten yourself into, and why did he want your help?

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[kimisboredd]

D.D | Shikanoin Heizou Smut

tags | degradation, vaginal sex, smut, fingering, mentioned sara, comfort sex, body worship, aftercare, kinda mutual pining but in smut idk, angsty, fluff wc | 3904

I am the thing that you need.

Heizou wasn’t one to fantasize such sexual scenarios.

But the way you were bent over his desk, elbows resting on the table as your free hand gripped a sheet of paper.

He stared at your beauty with ecstasy, eyes burning with desire while his fingers fidgeted the hem of his shirt trying to stop himself from any involuntarily perverted movements occurring.

You were another detective associated with the Tenryou commission, although your skills weren’t as admirable as Heizou’s, it was enough to earn you the title of a detective. Right now, you two were both assigned into solving a case related to military affairs.

He admired you. Platonically and romantically. Heizou loved how dedicated you were to your work, how your personality captures your entire beauty and how your insecurities are still so gorgeous.

He loved your inner, and outer self.

You felt the same way.

You wanted him to be yours, just imagining his hand intertwine with yours even if it’s just from a brush of an accident was enough to make you turn red. You couldn’t describe the feeling of being with him all the time, how warm your heart felt every time he pulled you into a cave when lightning struck while you two went adventuring.

You knew you both shared mutual feelings with each other, however you were too stubborn and shy into confessing first. You wanted to make sure he felt the same way and that you weren’t just mistaken.

Never mind, you were going off topic.

“Should we have a word with the general Sara regarding this matter?” Your words made it’s way to the detective quite frantically with your body slowly collapsing from standing up for so long. He immediately knew you were tired, and so he pushed a free chair around the corner to your direction for you to sit in.

“Right— thanks.” Thanking him in a short manner, you waited for his respond to your question while still signing legal documents. As the pen you were writing with suddenly ran out of ink, Heizou brought you back a new pen from the cup beside you almost instinctively.

You blinked your eyes a couple of times before turning your head towards Heizou.

“Fuck, I can’t even focus when she’s around.” His thoughts suddenly blocked his point of view from making eye contact with you, as he turned his head to avoid your interluding gaze.

“It’s almost like you want me to notice you.” You sneaked in a snarky comment that flew over his head making his eyes lock onto you. His lips parted, breath cold from the cool breeze outside. He was sexually frustrated. Hard to be exact, You didn’t expect a reply from him as you continued signing several different papers until you heard his voice speak up.

“I— do want you to notice me.” his usual tone was shakier than usual.

What did you expect?

You turn your head towards him once more to take another good look at his face, as you were met with a blushing red Heizou. He held onto your wrist for comfort, while his breath pattern fastened. You could tell he was frustrated with something, but you didn’t bother to ask. Just looking at his face already made you red.

It wasn’t like you two never felt this way about each other before. Sure; you had a short accidental make-out session with Heizou not long ago, by accidentally getting too close to his face as he thought you were leaning in for a kiss.

You didn’t fight back however, you were too consumed in his sinful actions where his lips were harshly pressing against yours begging for entrance.

You shook your head out of your lust filled thoughts as you noticed drool spilling from the corners of your mouth.

Continuing your work as if he wasn’t desperately clinging on to you. Heizou knew he looked stupid with his body basically depending on you. Even if he did however, you wouldn’t point it out. In an attempt to somehow convince you, his hands travelled from your wrist down onto your waist rubbing small circles on it gently, almost like massaging it.

You suddenly stopped what you’re doing as you took in his scent. He was so close to you you felt like you were in Heaven, and with him suddenly stroking smooth circles onto your waist only made your situation worse.

You breathed out a shaky moan once his fingers brushed against a certain spot which made him even harder than before.

“You’re so beautiful…” his thoughts accidentally slipped out of his mouth without him noticing. You synced your body to his movements one you heard his compliment, basically grinding down on the chair. It felt like you were drowning in his sinful aura.

The paper that was once preoccupied with your mind was now long abandoned on the table you gripped your hands on.

“Mm…you wouldn’t mind if we had a short break right? I need you right now.” with his tone was much lustful than before, you knew you weren’t that dumb to not get what he was saying. And so you played with whatever he was going for.

“Of course, I’d love too.”

Immediately, he brought both of his hands onto your waist while he made sure you weren’t going to leave. Even if his hands weren’t there, you wouldn’t bother taking a step back from him in the first place. You longed for this moment, to have the detective wrapped around your body and scent and to poison him with your love.

Heizou picked you up in a swift movement to sit you on the table where the documents laid on while he stared deep into your eyes.

His piercing green eyes staring deep into you sent flames into your body. You felt like you were on fire.

“I need to ask you once more, are you really sure you want to see this side of me?” his smooth, delicate fingers fidgeted your hair where his other hand made it’s way onto your cheek, softly caressing it in a gentle manner that somehow was convincing.

You nodded your head without hesitation, while your hands rested on his clothed abdomen.

Heizou smirked into your field of vision, which made you long for him even more. You became more desperate over the time he only caressed you with his skilled hands. You wanted more, and you weren’t afraid to tell him that.

“Heizou.” You called out his name breathily, while he turned his gaze towards you. Oblivious to what you were about to do next, he leaned in closer to get a better look of your face. You took this as the perfect opportunity to harshly press your lips against his, while your hands stroked it’s way back up to his shoulders gripping them.

You were obviously taking the lead here, even though he was the one teasing you non stop. Heizou whimpered into the kiss which gave you more access to explore his mouth while your tongue flicked his.

He was reluctant at first, he wanted to be the one pleasuring you and making you want more. In a result, he pulled away from your kiss leaving you to think you just got rejected.

The wind outside was cold, it was night time and the moonlight radiating his smooth jawline from the window to the closed office only made you appreciate Heizou’s beauty even more. You blinked at him a couple of times, thinking he changed his mind and didn’t actually want this.

You were fine with it, really. It’s not like your heart just shattered in that very moment—

“I want to be the one pleasuring you. Please, let me.” you couldn’t deny him. Even when he had cut off your thoughts to yourself, how could you decline him with such beautiful eyes?

You flashed a faint smile at his sudden choice of words before nodding your head yes once again giving him full consent. His eyes looked glossy, he was so glad he could finally show you what he was capable of.

Not long after, you felt his puffy pink lips capture your neck in an instant. You moaned into his ear as he nipped and bit your skin with such effort, it felt like he had trained all his life for this moment.

Your hands trailed it’s way onto the strands of his red ponytailed hair. You dug your nails deep when his tongue brushed against a sweet spot which made you groan in pleasure. Heizou was delighted when he heard your voice suddenly quiver. He kissed that same spot over and over again making sure to leave a deep, dark colored hickey which everyone could see.

The thought of everyone seeing a mark on your skin made him go insane. He wanted to be yours, he longed for your attention.

Heizou didn’t notice as his hands instinctively travelled from your waist to your lower behalf, clinging desperately on the waistband of your clothing.

You gladly took it off for him, just for him.

The only person who could make you feel this way, the only person you were sure could enhance your pleasure tenfold.

His ear was dangerously close to your mouth, you could praise him right there and he would die of pleasure, but you chose not to. You did want him to take control over you.

Without wasting any precious time, Heizou brushed two of his fingers against your clothed sex which made you shiver intensely. “You’re this wet already? How disgusting. I bet you were already wet when I was staring at you earlier right, whore?” The nickname made your toes curl. You never thought you liked being called a whore before this very moment.

“Look at you, getting so much pleasure from being degraded. I bet you like when other guys do this don’t you?” His fingers dipped inside your damp underwear where your cunt was basically begging for him to enter you. You shook your head impatiently, “No— Only you.” With the few words you muttered out, he was satisfied enough into inserting both of his fingers in your clit at the same time. He found it so fast, you felt like he was skilled with other women which made your skin crawl with jealousy.

Archons, what were you even thinking. You knew he was never in a relationship in the first place. So why was he so good with his fingers?

His dick practically throbbed hearing your slick trash around inside you as he swirled his fingers inside you slowly, Very slowly.

The many words you could speak you could only let out his name and a soft moan whenever he split his fingers in a scissor like motion.

However, his pace was too slow to make you cum. You were basically grinding on his hand hoping he could fasten his speed. To your dismay, he didn’t; in fact he did the complete opposite.

“Awe,” Heizou purred staring into your mindless expression. “Do you want me to go faster?” He mocked you while he continued moving his fingers in a turtle like speed.

“Please— please. Please.” You pleaded for him, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. Your mind was fucked with nothing but Heizou taking control of your lust filled thoughts. Fuck, it felt so good yet so painful.

“Then I’ll give you what you want.”

His speed fastened tenfold, practically helping you chase your long awaited release. Not only did the speed fastened, but so did your pleasure once you felt his fingers rub your sweet spot deep inside you.

You moaned his name without a care in the world, your throat dry from earlier and once you finally felt the coil in your stomach form, you knew it was too late to go back.

“Heizou, I’m gonna—“ you couldn’t take it anymore, you broke the prolonged eye contact as you released all over his fingers while the sound of squelching echoed against the room’s closed walls. It was nice at first, having Heizou fuck you throughout your high but it started becoming uncomfortable once you calmed down for a bit. Tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes once overstimulation finally hit you.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted me to go faster. Don’t go back on your word you stupid bitch.” Heizou’s free hand roamed your entire body, finding every sweet spot you could offer to the man.

“Fuck, you can still take more right? You wouldn’t give up just with a single orgasm right hoe?” as his words surrounded your head, you felt another finger being inserted into you which helped you reach your second peak faster. This time, Heizou was giving it his all into pleasuring you just by fingering you. You thought he would stop there when you felt his familiar fingers leave you.

You were so wrong.

His mouth drooled just by taking a short glance of your underwear, extremely damp with your fluids.

Heizou looked at you, then back to your lower region where his gaze locked. You both were still fully clothed even after this whole process, and you wanted nothing more than to take his shirt and your bottoms off.

You tugged on his white shirt drenched in sweat, where as his hair’s front hair strands were sticking onto his sticky forehead. You couldn’t even focus anymore, the air conditioned room was so cold even if it was at the highest degrees it could reach.

“Off, please.” the two words you exclaimed gladly pleased the detective as he started rolling his shirt up his head, revealing beautiful lightly toned abs that had marks from his last adventure. You couldn’t help but stare, who wouldn’t? His face was beautiful, and his chest made it even better.

You didn’t notice it but, his face turned red when he caught you staring at him. Even if he was the one in control, even if he was the one degrading you.

Your fingers ghosted along his dried marks, which made Heizou suck in a sharp breath when he felt your sincere touch. “You’re really perfect, you know that? Even when you have all these marks, I could still picture your beauty effortlessly.” He never thought he’d ever heard someone say that to him his entire lifetime, he started to appreciate you even more after your specific praised to him.

Sharing a short moment on intimacy, he quickly captured your body for a short embrace. He hugged you tightly making sure you won’t disappear from his sight.

“Aha, Heizou don’t worry I’m here. Do you like me that much you don’t want me to leave?” A quick tease from you made Heizou’s face that was once buried in your neck, look up directly at you.

“I love you so much you wouldn’t even know.”

Suddenly, you were snapped back into reality. This is real, he felt the same way. He was making you cum because he loved you, he was degrading you because he loved you, and he was doing all of this because he loved you so dearly.

You quickly kissed him on the lips lightly, accepting his confession while waiting for him to succumb and take dominance. Heizou felt your wet lips press against his, he couldn’t help but let the uncontrollable tears roll down his cheek when he felt your kiss.

You pulled away from him as you noticed his lips chasing yours when you did, you laughed at this. “Don’t cry, Heizou. I’m yours now.” he fluttered his eyes open flustered by your voice. “I’m not— crying.” He fought back your dominating aura by capturing both of your wrists with one hand in an instant. He pinned you on top of the table, with your back lying against the cold wood.

You noticed you still had your top on, without further much thinking you took it off in front of Heizou who’s showing no sign of resistance. He quickly fondled with your breasts just as you took off your bra, gently massaging your chest with his free hand. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” Who were you to deny? He was already making you feel so good even when you haven’t felt him inside you yet.

He took a glimpse of your expression, eyes rolled back as your chest was heavily breathing up and down. He could feel your heart beat intensely.

Heizou smiled, before letting go of your wrists freeing you to let your hands explore every part of him.

You didn’t bother talking anymore, all you wanted was to feel him close against you muttering degrade’s into your ear. Silly you to be so drunk with his pure love.

Not long after toying with your breasts, Heizou decided you had enough teasing. He properly prepared himself, mentally and physically. First, he couldn’t believe he could finally claim you as yours after being your secret admirer in secret for so long. Second, he wanted to make you feel good and hoped that this would be your most unforgettable moment of your entire lifetime.

Without wasting any more time, he took off his knee length Hakama pants, as well as his Haori coat tied around his waist. Heizou wanted to enhance your pleasure tenfold. He craved for this, but at the same time he felt scared. He knew you were there to re assure him everything was going to be fine, he just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

With his heart in his throat, you impatiently waited for the detective to finish preparing, mostly mentally. “Heizou?” Calling out his name did nothing, you had already took off everything you had leaving you completely exposed to him. But you didn’t care, you felt comfortable with him.

“Heizou, I’m fine. I wouldn’t be willingly doing this if I was uncomfortable right?” You could read the expression written all over his face that read “What if she’s uncomfortable? What if she doesn’t like it?”

You grew tired of waiting, and eventually stood up from the table you sat on, pushing Heizou onto the chair from where you sat on earlier.

He didn’t comment on your sudden action, you straddle his lap with your bare cunt grinding onto him, he was too consumed in his own thoughts before you grabbed his dick in your hand, rubbing it against your slicked, wet sex.

Heizou immediately snap out of it, realizing you took matters into your own hand. He watched you in amusement as you tried pleasuring yourself with his red, hardened dick that was leaking with pre cum from earlier.

Suddenly, he had an idea. “Do you want me to watch?” His question was out of the blue, you didn’t reply due to shame as to the fact you felt his gaze linger on you, watching your every move as you tried pleasuring both him and you.

It wasn’t long before he was the one getting impatient eventually lifting your chin up between his index and thumb.

“I said, do you want me to watch?” Heizou mockingly repeated his question desperate for a response. You waited for a while, before realizing he wasn’t going to give up if you didn’t bother being verbal with your movements. And so you nodded your head slowly.

“Good, you better make me feel good you slut.” He choked on the last of his words, almost like he was hesitant. However, you loved the degredation. And with the sudden whimper you let out at his nickname, he immediately melted into your touch finding out about your newly found kink.

Not long after, you finally thrusted his dick into your clit slowly, making sure to not force yourself as you just came for two times a while ago. Heizou’s moans weren’t unheard by you, his grunts when you slowly took him in as you clenched around him was so pleasing to hear. That you were the one pleasuring him.

“Fuck—“ curses took up his low breathe when he felt himself fully enter you, gripping you by the waist tightly. You wrapped your hands around his neck, slowly pushing in every moment or so.

Tears started to prick the corners of your eyes, the pleasure and pain were mixing to fill a lust clouded element that could fully fill you up entirely. You held onto him tighter when you felt his tip brush against a certain spot that made your legs go numb.

“You want me to move?” Heizou was obviously asking you sincerely, his words turned from harsh names into praises that made you feel things you never felt before. You muttered a quick yes into his neck without hesitation, as you suddenly felt him thrust into you harshly.

“I’ve been so desperate for you, ever since I first laid my eyes on you I could never go pale watching you stare at me. It was always you who made me blush.” his words were cut off in between with moans and whimpers that exhaled into your ear, but you still got his message. The sounds of skin slapping, bodies colliding took up the entire room as the sounds bounced off the walls.

He caught your lips in a sloppy kiss, pulling one hand down from his neck to the side of your collided bodies, to intertwine his hands with yours lovingly.

He thrusted into the same spot he hit earlier, where it made you moan his name at the peak of pleasure. You felt like you were in heaven with him, it felt so good you wanted more of him.

“You like that huh? Being filled up with my cock, and not having to beg for release? Lazy shit.” he exclaimed against the kiss as you felt like you could cum on the spot just by hearing his dirty words. Your hair was all over the place, you couldn’t even see anything with your eyes squinted almost shut.

It felt like hours he does this, thrusting into you suddenly before drowning out your moans with his lips.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Just a little more.” Heizou kissed your forehead softly mixing in his subtle scent, as you felt your high approaching you rapidly with him thrusting in and out of you. He harshly gripped your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours as he dug it against the wet chair covered in fluids. Your thighs started to tremble as you felt him pull out of you when you started to cum, he stroked his dick a few more times finally reaching his climax and spilling all over the floor.

You took this as a moment to breathe, collapsing your body against his as Heizou hugged you tightly satisfied with what just happened.

“You okay?” he asked with much concern, brushing the front strands of your hair that was sticking onto your forehead with sweat, kissing it along with your nose once more. You sighed in exhaustion wanting nothing more than to feel his body against yours while you rest.

He looked for a box of tissue around the table, successfully finding one and reaching over it to wipe the sweat and cum over your body, and in between your thighs where the sensitive area was.

Heizou looked for a piece of clothing that wasn’t disgustingly thrown onto the floor, his shirt was still on the table crumpled up and all tangled. He lifted you up from his lap to sit on a cleaner chair, the one he sat on earlier’s discussion. He kissed your lips gently as you were fast asleep from the sudden event, while his shirt was now on you.

“I love you” his lips were pressed against your earlobe while he whispered those words so softly making sure not to wake you up from your slumber.

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Javi's Having a Baby Mini-Series

Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC/F!Reader (no y/n or physical descriptions but has established backstory. Pronouns used are she/her & you)

Chapter Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: A little under 9k

Series Warnings: Explicit sexual content & pregnancy along with everyone that comes with it.

Chapter Warning: Language, little bit of alcohol consumption, some discussions of Colombia (post-season 3), unprotected P in V, explicit sexual content, a smidge of Dom!Javi.

This series is technically a sequel to my other series, When Javier Met... but can be read as a standalone. Currently, I have planned about 5-6 chapters which follow Javier and his wife as they deal with a somewhat unplanned pregnancy. Honestly this is gonna be pretty smutty and really fluffy. This chapter is told completely in Javier's POV but will alternate.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

“-that’s why I always rub vegetable oil over the grill rack-”

Steve was rambling on and on as if he was leading some seminar on grilling 101, co-hosted by the ever intrigued Joe while Javier was just…there. Enduring it with feign interest – an elongated nod here, a carefully placed hum there. He’d rarely play along, but it was all part of his plan. 

And so far it was working out. They had officially dubbed themselves kings of the grill and Javier handed over the reigns. Now, he just had to stand back and let the light breeze ruffle through his hair. 

While it was late September, the Austin heat was alive and well. The late afternoon sun was that perfect shade of yolk yellow. There wasn’t a cloud spotting the sky, just the canopies of the mature oak trees which provided some much needed shade for days like these. 

Just as Javier thought the stereotypical suburban conversation was finally winding down, Joe started to pipe up with another trick of the trade. “I’m gonna grab a beer,” Javier said, having reached his fill. He walked over to the cooler and popped it open. “Want one?” He waved a can in their direction. 

“Ya don’t happen to have any Budwesiser in there?” Steve asked. Joe spit out a chuckle, catching the can in the makeshift mitt of his hands.

Javier tightly shook his head, “No. Just Tecate and some…wine coolers; there’s whiskey and water inside.” 

“Well, I guess Tecate it is.” His voice ran low with faux displeasure. All to rile Javier up and it worked like a charm. Steve stifled his grin as Javier inaudibly grumbled to himself, plucking out one for both him and Steve before slamming the lid shut with his elbow. 

The wet can met Steve’s sternum with an ‘unf.’ Melted ice leaving an ink blot on the salmon polo shirt. 

Steve just pursed his lips, opening the beer with a satisfying crack then slugging it back. “Ahh, nothin’ much better than a cold beer on a hot day.” Steve invaded Javier’s personal space, arms pressed together and a cocky twinkle in his eye. “Except if it’s a Budweiser.” 

The low drawl came too close to his ear and Javier felt his skin prickle, his face going all wrinkled as if the waft of breath reeked something rotten. “What the fuck is that? Some tagline?” He grimaced with a scoff. “I don’t even know how you drink that shit, man. Tastes like piss.” 

“And you’d know that from… personal experience?” Steve kept the top half of his face serious, all creased brows and dead set eyes but his smile gave way to his smugness. Which only seemed to burn brighter at Joe’s barking laugh. 

The comment made his middle finger itch but all Javier could do was roll his eyes. Their kids were a couple feet away and the last thing he needed or wanted was another lecture on young eyes. 

There were times – like these – when Javier regretted introducing his old partners. Separately they were…tolerable but together they were a festering migraine. Cut from the same cloth with their lame ass humor and deriving some sick pleasure of pushing Javier’s buttons – which seemed to be a specialty of theirs. 

“Watch it,” Javier pointed at Steve, “One more from you and I’m sending you back to Connie's sister's. You can spend another night with your brother-in-law and his - what was it again? Stamp collection?” Steve groaned at the memory and immediately regretted telling Javier about it. 

“Stamp collection?” Joe’s voice matched the judgment etched in his face. An expression that was quickly veiled by a thick wave of smoke wafting from the newly unlidded grill. 

“Don’t get me started. That guys a fuckin’ bore.” Steve shook his head and waved it away like it was too painful to even talk about. “Just consider yourself lucky that you two get along.” 

Joe wagged his tongs at Javier, “Ya know, we might give Javi a lot of shit for it, but maybe he was onto somethin’. I mean, marry your friend’s little sis and boom - got yourself a guarantee.” Steve sputtered on his drink. 

Javier smashed his lips together, jaw shifting back and forth – chewing on a snarky remark and trying to figure out exactly how he wanted to spit it out. His mouth opened but promptly clamped shut once he felt a small hand tug at the back of his shirt. 

The scowl on his face morphed into a soft smile as he turned to look down at his niece and the blonde toddler she had in tow. The men behind him snickering at his luck.

“Uncle Javi,” she said in a small voice, hands clasped behind her back and pigtails swaying from side to side; Javier knew exactly what she wanted by the look on her face. 

“Let me guess, the toys?” Her whole face lit up and she bobbed her head. “Give me one second, okay?”

“What do you say?” Joe probed. 

The little girl hugged his leg, “Thank you Uncle Javi.” She then skipped away with the unsteady toddler trailing just behind. “Uncle Javi’s gonna get it for us,” she yelled to Joe and Steve’s eldest, Tyler and Olivia, who had clearly sent her as the messenger. 

As Javier set his drink down, he shot the two men with an icy glare. Then wiped his wet hands on his jeans while heading to the ‘detatched garage’ – ya right, that thing couldn’t even fit a Ford Escort Cosworth. 

The rental home had no basement, and with just over 1,000 square feet there wasn’t much storage inside so it worked perfectly for the runoff of combining households. Or at least it would’ve if it wasn’t overrun by bargain finds for her niece and nephew from any and every garage sale in a two-mile radius. 

With a hard tug the door creaked open. Nestled between a few trees it was dark and musty, the single window having been covered up by brown paint to block out peepers. There was a ball and chain switch light and Javier pulled it. The dim light casted long shadows on the dark walls. 

Javier started by setting out the miniature lawn mower and grill – which she’d called a real find since it included plastic food and utensils. He scanned the rickety shelves full of neatly labeled cardboard boxes. 

Dolls. 

Javi’s things. 

Board games. 

The box at the very end caught his eye as if it was calling to him like Jumanji. It didn’t look like the others. Indented and dusty with the letters DEA scribbled in black sharpie. It’d been years since he sealed it up but could still recall every item it contained. The newspaper clippings from his stints in Colombia that his father gathered, even framing a few. A couple photos of him and Steve (like the ones they took at La Catedral), some of him and Joe, one in particular he remembered with Ruby at his going away party. His badge was stuffed in there as well as a few other mementos. 

His fingers drifted unconsciously over the letters. Realizing, he pulled away as if it would brand into his skin and expose the moment of weakness. 

He quickly snapped away and grabbed the box of outdoor toys and left. Kicking the door shut and plopping it on the grass

As the kids attacked it like ants at a picnic, they sang their gratitude. Tyler whisked out the skip-it. 

“Hey, be careful with that - thing,” Javier eyed him seriously and Tyler looked down at the toy in his hands and nodded. He remembered what happened last time and lets just say Javier couldn’t bother to hold his tongue when that thing whacked his ankle, leaving a welt the size of a baseball for weeks. 

As Javier turned to make his way back to the grill, his gaze wandered to his wife. In the corner of the backyard, she was beaming at him and like a magnet, he gravitated towards her. 

The moment in the shed was forgotten when he approached the patio table, smiling at her. He offered a nod to Connie and Ruby while grabbing the back of his wife’s chair. “Thanks for doin’ that,” she said and Javier made a passive sound, waving it off. 

He was more preoccupied by the baby cradled in her arms. Even more so, the domesticity of the sight which seemed to make his heart pick up in cadence although he ignored it. “How’s the little guy?” 

“Perfect,” she said more to Connie than him. “He’s an angel.” 

“Must’ve got that from you,” Javier countered with a jut of his chin to Connie. She snickered and tilted her head in agreement. However the baby seemed to take issue with his teasing and flashed Javier the stink-eye. “But that look – he definitely got from Steve.”

“You’d know better than any of us,” Connie said, a smile quirked on her lips. 

An easy laugh fell from Javier, his wife craned her neck to look up at him and as if on instinct his lips pressed against her forehead – the scent of her shampoo mingled with a tinge of sweat. Connie and Ruby couldn’t help themselves, exchanging a sly glance while sipping on their sweet tea. 

“Is food about ready?” She asked. 

“I’d assume so but with those two -” they all looked over at the two men who were competing on which burger was flipped higher. “-yeah, I should probably get back over there.” 

“Good idea,” Ruby said as she shook her head at her husband, a loving look in her eye despite it. 

With one last smile at her, Javier made his way back. Parched, he snatched his beer from the table but before he could take a sip he caught Steve watching him with the dopiest grin on his face. “What?” He slowly lowered it away from his lips. 

Steve shook his head, “Nothin.” The word was pitchy and rushed and Javier popped his hip, brows arched high on his forehead. Steve knew exactly what that meant and sighed through a smile. “It’s just - I don’t know it’s funny to see ya like this. You’re helpin’ with the kids. Shit. Wearing a wedding ring.” Steve clinked his beer against the gold band. “I just - never thought I’d see the day. But it looks good on ya, Jav.” 

There was a glint of something – almost sentimental in his blue eyes. His voice came wrapped in affection and intertwined by equal amounts of relief and disbelief. 

For Steve, no matter how many times he saw Javier like this, it was still hard to believe. His mind was in this constant state of dissonance and he wasn’t sure if it would ever assimilate that the man standing in front of him was the same one he spent countless hours sitting across from at the embassy. Even more so the man he hugged goodbye at the airport on that dreaded December day. 

“It really is,” Joe added and for a moment none of them spoke. Not just because they didn’t know what to say but also so the rare, sweet moment could resonate and sink in. 

Steve finally broke it with a playful slap to Javier’s shoulder. “Soon enough you’ll be one of us. House in the suburbs and golfing on the weekends.” 

The idea made Javier shudder. To him, the suburbs were for people who enjoyed block parties, small talk and wore sandals with oversized polos tucked into jorts. “God I hope not.” He tipped his beer back, “No offense,” he muttered into the aluminum can before taking a drink. 

“You say that now,” Joe said, “But I’m sure your mind will change once you have kids.” Javier silently choked, a string of golden-brown liquid tricked from his lips. 

“Wait, you guys thinkin’ of having kids?” There was no hiding the shock in Steve’s voice nor the way his brow furrowed as if mental images of Javier as a father caught in the creases of it. 

In all fairness, Javier never could really imagine it for himself either, but now – he wasn’t so sure. 

When he was with Lorraine she spoke of the future like it already happened. She had a vision, grand plans of a family but no matter how much detail she went into, whenever he tried to picture – even during their small scare – something about it always felt off. Wrong. 

He had no problem imagining Lorraine with the three kids she already had names for at one of those Walmart photo ops. But him next to her? Just mucked it all up. It warped  the nice family portrait into a botched copy and paste job like a teenage girl cut out a picture of him and glued it onto someone else’s body. 

Maybe he was too young then. Maybe their plans for the future clashed too much – dreams of seeing the world and making a difference didn’t go hand in hand with a white picket fence near her parents in Laredo. 

Or maybe it was simple, he just didn’t belong next to her. 

Whatever it was, he wasn’t certain of wanting a family and his decision of forgoing that path for his career was made easier by it. 

Obviously things had changed since the day he left her at the altar. He wasn’t sure whether it was age, the fact that he was nearing the time where it became now or never; or if it was due to him finally being with the right person, but the idea of having a kid had floated around his brain. For the most part staying on the edges. 

But it was there. 

He found himself wondering as he watched her with her niece and nephew or Steve’s kids what one of their own would look like. The unconscious part of his brain that took over while sleeping made him dream of her pregnant, of children running around in the fields with his Pops just as he did – though he didn’t think too much about it, he wasn’t some Sigmund Freud looney. 

These things seemed trivial, normal and out of his control. But there was no denying that when he did imagine a family portrait with her it didn’t make his skin crawl with imposter syndrome. Actually, he felt like he belonged. 

“We haven’t really talked about it,” Javier said. 

It was the truth. 

The last time the topic really came up was – well, it had to be when she was still just his friend. Her ex wasn’t a fan of kids and from what he gathered she was neutral on the matter – if it happens, it happens mentality. Javier couldn’t say the same, he was highly opposed. At the time claiming marriage – hell, even a relationship weren’t in his plans, let alone children. 

Had something changed for her? He didn’t know why Joe would say something if it hadn’t. Did she think that because his mind had changed on marriage, that children would follow? 

It wasn’t like he put up much of a fight on the one. Once she was finally his, he proposed to her just six months later and married her only six months after that. While it might’ve seemed fast, she’d been in his life for over a decade and even if she wasn’t his biggest fan for the majority of it, she was his best friend before she was ever his girlfriend. 

For Javier, the role of boyfriend and then husband came surprisingly easy to him. Or at least with her it did.

But – a father? Now that was a whole different bag and one he wasn’t entirely sure about. 

“Has she said something?” Javier tried to sound indifferent, casual even but they knew him better. They could hear the edge of nerves that tainted his low sound. Poor Steve was stuck in the middle, shifting his gaze between the two while slurping on his drink. 

“Oh, no - no. I just thought-” Joe cut himself off, thinking better of it. He waved off the words like he was trying to get them to dissipate along with the smoke. “Ya know what? It’s nothing - just forget I said anything.” Joe tried to smile but it fell lopsided, nervous and he stared down at the grill. 

In most instances, Javier would’ve pushed the matter but on this topic – no way. 

Instead, he found himself trying to think back on any and every conversation to see if there was something he missed. Coming up empty-handed, he watched her. He saw the smile on her face as she made silly faces at the baby in her arms. How her lips stretched somehow even wider as her niece delivered her a plate of pretend food to which she scarfed down. 

His throat felt tight and a heavy feeling pulled at his chest. 

There was no one he loved more than her. She’d given him everything, even the things he didn’t know he wanted or needed and he wanted to return it. But if that’s what she wanted, could he give it to her? 

Joe called his name, but it sounded distant like it was coming from a different dimension. He called for him again and again, each time growing clearer but it wasn’t until Joe snapped his fingers that he fully returned to the present. “Food’s ready. Wanna go tell ‘em?” 

It took a second for the words to register, but once they did he offered an unsteady nod. He shoved a smile on his face and the conversation to the back of his mind to deal with later. 

—-

The night was cool, a breeze teased the leaves and the impending fall. 

Dinner had come and gone. Followed by s’mores around the fire pit. Javier was sitting between the two men, listening intently to Steve talk about his current case. An in-depth investigation on ramp workers who were paid off by the cartel to smuggle heroin and cocaine into Miami. They had already confiscated a couple kilos. 

Which may have sounded like a large amount but it wasn’t even scratching the surface. 

He tried to estimate how much came and went on the river near Pop’s house. Those boats would come and go day in and day out. And he just watched, incapable of doing a damn thing about it. 

Stechner’s voice playing on loop in his head. 

We lost it. You were there. 

The thought of him being right made him feel like he was on one of those boats, sick from the choppy waters.

“Tyler, don’t poke people with that.” 

The stern tone of Joe abruptly snapped Javier from his thoughts with a jerk of his leg. He glanced over at Tyler, his eyes darting from side to side like a guilty puppy. “Hey, I’ve - uh - actually been needing to talk to you.” 

“Me?” Steve pointed at his chest and Joe shook his head and tilted it towards Javier. There was something about Joe’s smile, it looked the same but it didn’t meet his eyes and an uneasy feeling balled in the pit of his stomach. He stole a glance at Steve, but he offered no clues or clarity on the situation; equally as in the dark as Javier. 

Steve started to lift from his chair, thumb pointed across the way to the women. “No, stay,” Joe said, signaling him to sit back down. Joe angled his lawn chair towards Javier, making his body stiffen up. 

“Okay, I’m just gonna come right out and say I know you said you’re done with the DEA-” 

“Joe.” His voice was firm – a warning that lacked any real fury or fight. 

“Javi, just-” Javier shook his head. “Javi, please. Just hear me out, alright.” He’d never heard Joe sound like that, pleading and doing everything not to draw any attention from the women across the way. Javier took a deep breath, the exhale flaring his nostrils. He clenched his jaw, arms crossed tight to his chest. 

As Joe continued, his voice was soft – barely above a whisper. “Last week a few of the higher ups approached me about an opening - seems the head of the branch is retiring before the end of the year and they were wondering if you might be interested.” 

Javier could feel the burn of Steve’s eyes on his cheek, but he just continued to stare at the crackling embers. His silence sitting heavy –  full of secrets and unspoken memories of a life that felt like another yet festered like a fresh wound. 

“What’d you tell ‘em?” The words came as thick as the humidity that wallowed in the air. 

Joe glanced uneasily at Steve, then leaned in on his elbows. “The truth: I wasn’t sure and would ask,” he said. “Javi - I just thought. You were a brilliant agent.” Javier scoffed, brushing his thumb over his pursed lips. “Seriously, one of the best. I thought maybe since it’s been what - 3 or 4 years -” 

“Five,” Javier corrected and his eyes finally met Steve’s. There was a darkness that marred the crystal blue. A darkness Javier understood. Steve had seen Colombia – had lived it alongside him. 

Whereas Joe had spent a few months in Guadalajara along with Javi on the task force for Kiki and decided never to leave the comforts of home again. 

Joe grabbed Javier by the shoulder and lightly shook him. Trying to bring him back from a place he didn’t intend to send him to. “I just thought I’d ask. Give ya something to think about.” 

Javier tried, but could only offer a twitch of a smile. There was nothing to say or at least nothing he wanted to at that moment. He already felt too vulnerable – too exposed. The raw emotions written all over his face. 

So, he let the silence envelop him once again. As the offer rang in his ears like a dog whistle. 

It had clawed its way in – curiosity rearing its ugly head. Despite all of his efforts to ignore it as Joe and Steve shared stories while he sat in silent jealousy. Pushing it away during those bi-monthly phone calls from the DEA as they offered him another position, always better than the last – things he thought were mere pipe dreams while a bright-eyed student at the academy. 

Ironic, isn’t it? Only after resigning, after all those years of working towards it did they come. All that time dedicating himself to a fight he deemed worthy – truly believing he could make a real difference. 

And for what? 

There were no words that could equate to the devastation he felt. How lost he became after resigning. 

He returned to Laredo a shell of himself; a man who had been stripped of his purpose and direction. Seeking a semblance of what he lost in a place he’d never find it. Him and his father both knew that – the life of a rancher wasn’t for him. 

Javier was someone who needed – craved a certain level of dedication to be fulfilled in his life. He was never someone who did something half-ass. Throwing every cell and particle of himself into it. It was no doubt his downfall, but he just couldn’t be someone that drifted through the motions. 

He found a fragment of it in his job as a professor. Able to teach and educate others on topics he was so fiercely passionate about. 

It was something but it wasn’t the same. It never would be, just like his view of the DEA. 

Sadly though, he couldn’t seem to forget about the life that had been taken away from him. A part of him wondered if he’d always yearn for it back. Or if finally, the feelings of betrayal and memories of corruption would slowly eat it away. 

Deep down he knew, it was clear that after all these years there would always be something in him that wished for it back – that would always miss it. 

He’d never understand why. Why he wanted for it so – why the word yes seemed to tingle the tip of his tongue now more than ever. 

—

The toys were put away, shed locked up and the fire was out. The stench of smoke was purged from his body. For the scent of cedarwood and a manly hint of citrus on his skin. 

Javier ran a towel through his damp hair and down his dripping wet body. Then dressed in a pair of cotton sleep shorts and plain tee before heading off to the bedroom. 

Just like every other night she was at the vanity in the corner of the room. A smile parted her lips when she spotted him in the mirror. “Hey baby,” she said, “Did ya get any warm water?” 

He chuckled, “Of course not.” 

“Sorry,” her lips pulled down, “I tried to be quick.” 

“Not your fault,” he said against her hair, then kissed the top of her head. The old ass water heater was shot and until it was completely blown out the landlord refused to replace it. “What’s this?” He asked, spotting a new picture frame next to her jewelry box. 

He plucked it by the silver edge, measling it up to examine the photo that was currently blocked by a bottle of hand lotion. 

“I love that picture,” she said, eyes rolling up to him. “It might be my favorite from our wedding.” 

His brows raised, “Really? Not the one of you stuffing cake in my mouth?” 

A giggle slipped through her smile as she remembered it. He’d been sweet and carefully fed her the piece so as to not ruin her makeup but she just couldn’t resist. Before he knew it, the cake was smashed into his face, icing smeared over his shocked open mouth and catching on the tip of his nose. 

The only thing that made it worth it was the sound of her breathless laughter and the fact she used her mouth to clean it off. 

“A close second,” she said, “But this one – in this you look so happy.” 

He really did. Chalk it up to newlywed bliss, his skin was glowing and so was the grin that took up his entire face as he held her impossibly close. As if she didn’t vow to be by his side for the rest of her life only twenty minutes before.

Given how he ran out on his first wedding, Javier never expected to have another shot at it. But. Of course it ended up being the best day of his life. 

What Lorraine had planned was the complete opposite of what he would’ve wanted. A stuffy church on a blistering day. He liked about two of his groomsmen. The others were arranged by Lorraine so she could have the biggest and most impersonal bridal party Laredo had ever seen. She had chosen these gaudy floral displays with extravagant bows, saying it would distract from the hideous mustard cloth pews – he didn’t have to see it to know it didn’t. 

This though – what she planned was everything he never knew he wanted. 

It was intimate, surrounded by only close friends and family. There was a refreshing breeze in the air, a mild and cloudless day. It couldn’t have been more perfect for the small garden wedding on the outskirts of San Antonio. 

Javier didn’t cry in front of others – hell, he didn’t cry in private either but he got dangerously close that day. So flooded by emotions with his father sniffling in the front row, her walking down the aisle in a slinky satin dress with a bouquet of white orchids and a smile that said, she was the luckiest woman in the world. 

His eyes went glassy, blurring at the rim. It took all his strength not to bawl like a baby. 

“Are you alright?” She said, so soft as if others were around and the sweetness of her words were only meant for him to hear. 

“Yeah.” He placed the photo down and she subtly adjusted it back in its rightful place. “I wanna ask you something,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. She swung her legs around the stool and reached for his hand, as if to steady herself along with him. 

She knew him too well and the sound of his voice and his peculiar demeanor made her smile fade into a flat line. Her eyes searched his face as his lips parted and tongue ran across it, the string of his thoughts pulling taut on his brows. She didn’t say a word, just squeezed his hand a little tighter as if to coax the words out of him. 

“Do you want kids?” His voice was shaky – a whispered unease that went straight to the point. Rendering her speechless, the surprise of it making it stall in the air. 

She blinked – quick and in succession – and he could see when the light bulb lit up. “Joe said something didn’t he?” He didn’t rat on him verbally, but tilted his head to the side and she sighed. “You know that Joe thinks everyone wants kids-” 

“But do you?” He interrupted before she could dismiss the subject. She went silent – gnawing thoughtfully on her bottom lip. 

She gave a slow, unsure nod. “At one point - I did.” 

“And now?” 

“I-” She rolled her lips together. “It’s not that simple.” 

“Just answer,” his voice was as soft and pleading as his brown-eyed gaze. “Please.” 

She sifted through her thoughts, the momentary pause made his heart pound against his chest. Stopping completely as she took a deep breath. 

“Javi - when we got together, I knew there was a strong chance we wouldn’t have kids. That wasn’t something you seemed to want and if that would’ve been some kind of deal breaker then we would’ve had this conversation way before a year into our marriage.” 

A small smile covered her lips while her hand came to rest on his cheek, her thumb brushing over his skin. “I love you, Jav. All I care about is getting to spend the rest of my life with you. Whether that means it’s just us or not - and I guess that depends on what you want but please know, I’m happy either way.” 

Javier searched for any sign of disappointment, but found nothing but genuine honesty and adoration. He wasn’t sure how, he didn’t think it was possible but he somehow loved her even more. He took her hand from his cheek and brought it to his lips, the glint of his mother’s ring catching in his eye as he kissed her knuckles. 

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” She asked, steady and sure and all he could respond with was a shake of his head and a small shrug. 

His thoughts were all jumbled and he couldn’t seem to sort through them before more piled in. 

The questions ringing in his head reminded him of the ones that flickered through his mind in the days that followed after being a little reckless; when the box was empty or a condom wasn’t on hand and yet, he still finished deep inside her. 

A random thought would pop in his head. Things like, did he want to get her pregnant? Or more so, would he rather leave it up to fate than having to make a choice? 

How would he react if she said the words, I’m pregnant? Would that be what he wanted? 

Would he be a good father? Like Steve and Joe – like his own? He’d like to think so, but honestly didn’t know. There was no doubt in his mind she’d be the best mother. 

He tried to remember if he ever found an answer to any of those questions, but he didn’t think so. Her period came like clockwork and all those what if’s faded until the cycle repeated itself. Ending with the same inconclusive answers. 

Maybe because there wasn’t any. At least none that were clear-cut and easy. 

How could there be? This wasn’t a light decision. It was life-changing and Javier wasn’t sure if he was equipped or even wanted anything to change in the perfect bubble he lived with her. 

But he wasn’t so sure he didn’t. 

It was so confusing. The idea of saying yes and severing the opportunity both didn’t sit completely right and he just wasn’t quite ready to make that decision. 

“I don’t know,” he finally said and he hated not having an answer. 

Still, her smile came warm and reassuring. “That’s okay. It’s a big decision and we don’t have to decide on it tonight. I never even expected us to be having it so take all the time you need. But please remember, I’m happy either way. Okay?” 

The tension he didn’t realize he was holding released from his shoulders. He nodded then softly kissed her. His stomach had been in knots all night and with one of the conversations out of the way, it grumbled. While she finished her bedtime routine, he set off to the kitchen for a late night snack. 

After a small bowl of cereal, Javier checked the locks and brushed his teeth. When he returned to the room, she was propped up in bed with a book in her lap. The bedside lamp was pouring over her, the light glowing on her blue satin nightie like the sun in the sky. Her nipples perked through the flimsy material, practically begging for attention and his cock twitched at the idea of running his tongue along it. 

Shutting the door, Javier crawled into bed and immediately nuzzled into her neck. The book clapped shut as his lips wrapped around that sensitive spot behind her ear. 

“Whaddaya think you’re doing?” She teasingly asked and he looked up at her with big, round innocent eyes. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said with a lilt of naughty playfulness while grabbing her by the waist; the satin bunching in his large fist as he brought her flush to his side. 

“Oh, really?” She giggled at the scratch of his mustache and the light hum of his lips vibrating against her skin. Inhaling the scent of her – the same smell he loved so much before she was his – the same one that now lingered on him – that filled his nostrils when he walked through the front door. 

The sweet scent of home. 

Dragging his lips across her shoulder, he placed wet kisses along her arm. His hand roamed from her waist to the lace-trim hem. Her breath stuttered as fingertips ghosted the soft flesh of her thighs, pulling it up to her belly. 

“Now what do we have here?” He rasped in her ear then leaned back. His brow quirked with a taunting glint in his eyes and he hauled the comforter back. She gasped, her nipples hardening from the sudden exposure to the fan above. 

“Playing so innocent,” he said, tracing along the crease of her thigh, her lips tumbled apart as he explored further. “When you’re not wearing any panties and…” he delicately teased open her folds, careful to avoid touching her most sensitive areas while revealing where she glistened for him. “Just like I expected, already so wet for me.” 

The noise she let out was pathetic, his fingertips barely brushing along her slit. “Jav-” The gasp of his name was cut short by the seal of his lips. She sank into the feeling of it, letting him kiss her deep and dizzying. His tongue slowly coming to swipe across her lips, tongue sliding into the wet warmth of her mouth. 

Her body tightened with each tantalizing stroke to her slit, hopeful and needy for more. Her chest heaved, small mewls tumbled into his mouth as she worked to keep herself from chasing the feeling, and taking before he was ready to give. 

“Please,” she panted as her fingers winded into his hair to pull it just the way he liked. A little tug that shot straight to his cock. He growled at the feeling and broke the kiss. Her lips were plump-kissed, looking absolutely wrecked and it drove him crazy with desire. 

She mewled, her legs twitching to an almost kick like she was forcing herself back from throwing a tantrum. A grin parted his lips at the thought and finally, his slicked up fingertips found her clit. Her head fell back with a moan and he took advantage of it. Latching his lips onto her neck. The needy whimpers of relief turning into broken gasps as he mouthed his way down to what started all this – her satin-covered nipples.

He flicked his tongue over the bud and her hips jerked. “Uh-uh,” he said, the taunting hum vibrating against the hardened peak as he continued his ministrations. 

The swirl of his tongue was as languid as his fingers. The sweet sounds of her whimpering filled the room as he lavished her breasts with attention. His tongue moved in broad and deliberate strokes until her nipples were taut and the sopping material stuck against her tacky skin. 

The need for release thrummed bright and hot through her body, her legs shaking for it. “Please,” she gasped, finally at the end of her rope. “Please, Javi.” 

“Please what, baby?” His teeth grazed her bud, and her back bowed. His hand pressed into the arc of her hip and she shivered as her back met the bed again. “Come on, tell me what you need.” 

“More, please. More,” she begged with a dewy look in her eyes. “Javi.” His name trembled around her parted lips, a mere whine and he couldn’t deny it. His finger dipped to her pussy and sunk into the warm wet heat as his thumb pressed to her clit. 

The moan she let out sounded like it was ripped from her chest, so uninhibited, so lewd. His cock strained for more. A second digit soon joined in with the first, an easy stretch from how wet she was. With a curl of his fingers, he stole the breath from her lungs. 

“Is that what you needed?” He asked in a near growl and responded with a wordless nod. “That’s what I thought.” 

His fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, “You like watching?” He asked, catching her staring along with him. “Like seeing how good you take my fingers, how wet they get.” She choked out what he believed was some agreement. 

Her cunt clenching from the depraved squelch. “You’re so worked up,” he licked his lips.  “I can feel you, already so close.” 

The sound of his voice – raw with desire – broke her. The last shred of pride snapped as the ache for release became too much. She started babbling, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. How good he made her feel. How much she needed him. How he was the only one who could give it to her. 

Javier started to grind into her thigh, his cock pulsing at the feeling of her slick walls, how tight they felt around his fingers.

Soon, he coaxed the ache in his balls and worked tight and fast at her clit. Continuing to drive into that perfect spot over and over again until finally, she gripped at the sheets with a cry of his name and a rush of slick coated his fingers. 

“Fuck, you look so good when you cum,” he said and she whined as the waves of her climax finally receded. Her eyes darkened, fixated on his mouth and the hollow of his cheeks as he sucked the taste of her from his fingers like it was candy. 

At the loud pop, she fisted the front of his t-shirt and pulled him into a harsh, sloppy kiss. All teeth and tongue, she licked the taste of her from his mouth. 

This. When she got like this – urgent – desperate to feel him inside her – it was his heaven. 

She whined as he broke away, but quickly bit down on the sound as he rucked off his shirt. Before it even hit the floor, she was toppling him and he willingly met the mattress. Letting her straddle him and grind her bare pussy over his clothed and painfully hard cock.  

His hands dug into her thighs and kneaded the soft flesh. “Needy little thing,” he said in a sinfully low sound that made her hips buck and a moan fall from his lips. 

She ripped off her nightgown like even the skimpiest item of clothing was too hot on her lust-hot skin. 

Before he could even register the sight of her bare breasts, they were pressed into his chest. The hardened buds brushing against his heated skin as her tongue trailed over the bulging vein on his neck, tasting the sheen of salty sweat. 

He thought to himself, he could cum just like this – like teenagers dry humping in their parents basement. 

At a tug to the band of his sleep shorts, he lifted his hips and she shimmied them off his legs. His hand shot to the bedside drawer, slapping around then pulling the knob. She dragged her wet slit along the taut skin of his cock, mouthing along his chest and his head lulled back with a groan. 

She was making it nearly impossible to search for a condom, her moans vibrating against his skin, making him stop and start every second. 

A wave of relief washed over him once he felt the plastic edge of the box. His hand dove inside like a child in a cookie jar. She sucked at the shallow of his neck and he moaned her name. The haze of desire threatening to overtake him, but with a deep breath and a new determination he shook his hand around the box. 

Except there was no rustling of wrappers, just the echo of the box walls hitting his hand.  

Fuck. 

He grabbed it out and tipped it over but nothing came out. She remained oblivious with little nips to his ear. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

He groaned in frustration and longing as the tip of his cock caught inside her – soaked and stretching around him. The box skidded across the ground and his brain fizzled – overtaken by a stupid and primal need to be inside her. 

“We’re out,” he strained and she shot up. Concern cinching her brows, which quickly morphed into pleasure as his warm palms grabbed at her breasts, pinching her nipples between his forefinger and thumb. Her head fell back with a roll of her hips that made his nostrils flare with a heavy exhale. 

“What do you wanna do?” Her hand skated across her neck, down to brush across the hands at her breasts. His jaw clenched. “I can blow you or you can stick it-” 

“No.” The word came from deep in his throat – low and harsh and he felt how wet it made her, how her body trembled at the feral sound. He knew her suggestions were far wiser but the unhinged part of his brain was roaring, refusing to be ignored. “Wanna be right here.” He notched his tip at her entrance. “Can I?” 

She was just as needy and desperate as him. With a fast and eager nod, her hips lifted and hand wrapped around his cock to guide him inside her. Once she was fully seated, flushed together a moan fell in unison around the room. 

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Shit.” 

Despite being inside her hundreds of times, it still somehow felt novel. Tight and hot and grasping around the thick girth of his cock, it never failed to take his breath away. 

Her hands splayed across his chest, steadying herself as she started to slowly roll her hips.

“Fuck, you were made to take me.” Desire burned deep in his lower belly as his eyes met hers – hooded and pooling with lust. 

His breath caught, wet and sinful when the tip of his cock brushed against that spot that made her pussy tighten around him, a sweet gasp of his name tripping alongside a stunted moan. His breathing turned ragged, flaring his nostrils as he fought the desire to fuck up into her and take his own release. 

Instead, his hand strayed from her hip to her clit – wanting to feel her cum on his cock before he sought to relieve his own ache. Oversensitive, she keened at the precision of his touch. All too much and simultaneously not enough, her body seeked more. Her hips rocked, harder and faster, grazing against that perfect spot again and again. 

A moan of her name spilled from him and he licked it from his lips as if to taste her on his tongue. He could feel her already nearing a second orgasm. 

 A need to hold her close suddenly tore through him and before she could even register the loss of friction on her clit, his hand gripped the back of her neck; she gasped in surprise as he pulled her flush to him. 

His hand planted itself on her back while the other continued to hold steady on her hip. Lips a breath away, he didn’t close the gap. Instead let every moan and stutter of air puff on the tip of his nose. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. Baby, want you to come.” He smacked her ass and she clenched as the sound mingled with the squeak of the bed. “Come on baby, make yourself cum on my cock. You can do it.” He whispered in her ear, nipping it. 

“Javi - oh,” She dragged her clit along the coarse hairs at the base of his cock. His fingers flexed, tightening the grip on her hip as his fingertips began to skate along her spine. The contrast of it. Rough and soft. Needy and intimate sent her into sensory overload and her body ignited. “I’m - I’m - Jav!” 

“That’s it. Fuck, that’s it baby.” His jaw clenched and eyes threatened to shut at the squeeze of her cunt. Sucking him in deeper and deeper as her orgasm rolled around and through her. 

“Javi,” she choked out and there it was. The molten hot feeling creeping up the base of his spine, down his thighs and coursing through his body. 

The feral part of him took over and his feet anchored flat on the bed. He held her against him as he fucked up into her. Grunting with each thrust as his hands roamed along her skin, anywhere he could touch. 

She called out his name, even more broken than the last. “Do you - God - Javi - you wanna pull out?” 

The words barely permeated in his fuzzy brain. So consumed by it all – warm sweaty skin sliding together, spit-swollen lips panting at the edge of his jaw, pussy soaked and stretched around his pulsing cock. Just letting him take and take from her. The idea of finishing anywhere else was an agonizing thought. 

His head shook against her forehead. “Please, baby. Can I?” 

The crash of her lips answered his broken question and the slide of her tongue was enough to send him reeling. He thrusted – once – twice before reaching his peak with a low and unashamed moan. His hips surged, cock buried deep inside her as he spilled into her. 

She brought him back down with soft and sweet kisses. Combing her fingers through the dark damp hair stuck flat on his forehead. 

He refused to let her go, holding her to him. Sealed by sweaty intimacy until he softened inside her and his cum leaked out of her spent pussy. He slowly blinked, “I love you,” he whispered and she kissed between his brows to the tip of his nose then his lips. 

“I love you too, Jav. But I really gotta pee.” 

He snorted then finally released her. Giving her bare ass a playful sway as she grabbed her nightgown off the floor then pranced to the bathroom. He cleaned himself up with a few tissues then pulled on his sleep shorts and fell back into bed. 

Joined moments later by her. 

In the dark, Javier searched out her body and she nuzzled into his chest. 

As his fingertips moved along the soft satin of her back, the lingering conversation began to nag at his mind. He tried to forget it, focus on the way her nails scratch along the nape of his neck and over his scalp but it didn’t work and he just needed to get it off his chest. 

“There’s something else I wanna talk to you about,” Javier said and she leaned back to find his eyes in the sparse moonlight. 

“What is it?” She lazily played with his hair.

Javier shut his eyes for a moment and let the feeling of her seep into him and calm him. “Guess a few of the higher ups approached Joe about an opening for the head of the department. Asked if I’d be interested.”

She twisted her lips from side to side. “I had a hunch this was coming.” 

“How?” 

“Well, a few days ago Joe called me out of the blue and asked if I thought you’d ever wanna go back.” 

“What’d you say?” 

She sighed. “That I wasn’t sure and he should ask you. He didn’t push it after that but he’s never asked before so I kinda guessed there had to be a reason.” 

Javier made an impassive sound, acknowledging it but not saying a word.

“I’m sorry for not tellin-” 

“Hey, don’t apologize. I get it.” It wasn’t the easiest topic to broach with him. She was always so careful about bringing it up, never wanting to push and letting him lead. 

“I just don’t want you to think I was hiding it from you,” she peered up, carefully considering her next words. “Cause if you’re interested, I want you to know I support you, a hundred percent.” 

His head cocked to the side. “Really?” She was always supportive but it still shocked him. He’d never fully opened about everything and it was clear he’d been burned. 

“Of course. Javi - I just want you to be happy.” 

“I am. Do you think I’m not?” He rushed out and instinctively pulled back, but she didn’t let him go far. He knew was being far more defensive than he should be. It was just – he was happy. The happiest he’d been in ages if not ever. 

Maybe that’s why it bothered him so much. That he still missed it despite the air of peace in his life. 

“It’s not that.” 

“Then what is it?” Long gone was the defensiveness, replaced by an honest need to understand. To see if she saw something he didn’t.  

“Javi, I know you’re happy - or at least I hope so.” She giggled to try and lighten the mood, which didn’t really work. She continued. “You’re great at your job. Everyone - your students and the faculty love you and clearly you know your shit. But Javi.” She shook her head. “You can’t look at me and say you don’t miss it. I can see it. In your eyes when Joe and Steve talk about it. I just think  if - if after all this time you’re still curious then maybe you should explore it.” 

She stopped for a moment. “I also realize I don’t know the full story and even if I did, only you know how that makes you feel. All I can do is support you and trust in whatever you decide.” 

Javier tucked her head under his chin and let her presence keep him grounded to the here and now as his thoughts wandered. Mulling it all over in his head. 

Just like always, she was right. He needed to explore it. There was no harm in seeing the opportunity out. If nothing else, maybe it’d give him some closure. And he didn’t know if there would ever be a better time than this. 

With the topic of kids unsettled, maybe it’d give him some clarity on his future. 

By the time he came to that conclusion, her lids were heavy with sleep. 

“Maybe I’ll just go for an interview or something,” he whispered and she responded in the only way she could – a soft inaudible hum to his chest. 

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SAM!! Where is the sneak peek!!!

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I am DYING laughing right now.

I 100% forgot. Legit. I was trying to finish the next chapter of Bête Noire and just didn’t think about it.

This is unedited. Just FYI.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Dueling Lessons

​“Andy decorated it all,” Sirius commented, shrugging off his leather jacket and slinging it across his arm. “You keeping the hoodie on or do you want me to hang it up?”

​Harry turned to look at Sirius. “Nah, I’ll keep it on,” he replied as he walked deeper into the house, wanting to see more of it.

​He noted the books on Transfiguration and Defense on the bookcase in the parlor. There was a framed picture of Sirius, Andromeda, and Alphard from over two decades ago being used as a bookend. Another picture with James on Sirius’ back, the two grinning broadly in what looked like the back garden of Andromeda and Ted’s cottage. Harry ran his finger along a globe on the end table and caused it to spin, but it wasn’t a normal globe. Instead of countries, it was filled with constellations. On the coffee table sat an empty and dirty coffee cup. The entire house smelled like Sirius’ woodsy and wet dog smell, like a home with Sirius should smell.

​“You like it?” Sirius asked.

​Harry turned around to see him standing in the doorway of the parlor, leaning against the jam with his arms crossed over his chest. The sleeves to his Henley shirt were pushed up, revealing the ink that wrapped around his forearms.

​“It’s really nice, Sirius,” Harry commented.

​Sirius shot him a small smile. “Want to see your room?”

​Harry’s brow furrowed. “My room?”

​“It’s our house, Harry,” Sirius replied. “I know you may not spend much time here because we won’t stay here the summer or even during the holidays, but… well, I don’t know. Any house that I own will always have a room for you even if you don’t use it often.”

​Harry broke out into a grin, a warmth flooding his chest. “Really?”

​Sirius rolled his eyes. “Really. I don’t care if you’re fucking fifty with grown kids of your own. I will always have a room with your name on it, okay? Even if you use it once in a blue moon, you will have a room wherever I am.”

​Harry closed the space between them as he practically dove into Sirius’ arms. A hand pressed against the back of his messy head as Harry rested his chin on Sirius’ shoulder.

​“I’ll always have a room in my house for you too, Sirius,” Harry whispered, his lips curving. “So when you’re old and use a cane and need help doing mundane things, there’s already a room ready for you.”

​Sirius laughed, tightening his grip around Harry. “You’re a little shit, you know that, don’t you?” he said in a teasing yet affectionate tone.

​Harry swallowed at the lump in his throat, his eyes screwing shut. So many feelings swirled around inside of him, threatening to break free. He oddly felt like crying at the warm way Sirius talked to him. Sirius was often harsh with others, his tone clipped with a permanent frown etched deep into the crevices in his face.

​But not with Harry. Never with Harry.

​No, Sirius was like an entirely different person when he was with Harry. Sirius was far more patient, kind, and affectionate with Harry than he was with anyone else. He didn’t bicker with Harry or shout at him. Nor did Sirius ever seem annoyed with him. Sirius laughed at his jokes and actually listened to him when he talked.

​Harry was very aware of that Sirius was everything he had ever hoped and wished for as a small child locked away in the cupboard under the stairs. Sirius was the family he had craved his entire life.

​“I love you, Sirius,” Harry whispered, tightening his arms around his godfather.

​It was something Harry had said before to Sirius, very sparingly. But Sirius had always initiated those three small words. Harry was certain this was the first time he had ever said them first. He meant them, with every fiber of his being.

​Sirius lips pressed against Harry’s hair. “I love you too, son,” he said in a thick voice before he cleared his throat. “Now, let’s go see that room of yours.”