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tongue-like-a-razor · 2 years

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Masterlist

I reached 1k followers! Ahhhh! And I thought, what better way to celebrate than to start a master list for my works? Not that I've been putting it off or anything XD

Requests: Open! But please be aware that I won’t be doing every request that is sent in. I can only do so many and I usually stick with ones that I vibe with (unless I’m looking for a challenge haha), so please don’t be disappointed if I don’t get to yours.

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Freefall Series (Tailspin & Altitude)

Tailspin (Complete)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Altitude (see under Rooster for chapters)

Ride of a Lifetime

There Are Rules (Ongoing)

Part 1: There Are Rules

Part 2: There Are Exceptions

Part 3: There Are Consequences

Part 4: There Are Circumstances

Part 5: There Are Limits

Part 6: Final Chapter

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Faking It (Complete)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Show Me

Trying To Study

Movie Nights with Bradley Bradshaw

It Was Always You

No Sex with the Ex

Christmas On Deck

A Little Pinch

Truly, Madly, Deeply

The Zipper Incident

Doctor Doctor, Gimme The News

Rooster's Brood

Part 1

Part 2

The Making of Rooster's Brood

Drabble 1

Drabble 2

Princess Bradshaw

The Secret

Drabble 3

Drabble 4

Altitude (Ongoing)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Rooster’s Guide to the Great Outdoors (Ongoing)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Less Talk (Ongoing)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX: Final Chapter

Practice Baby

Devil in Disguise

Never Meant To See You Again

Ex Appeal

Brother's Best Friend

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Extras

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the-bi-library · 12 days

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Here are bisexual books out in April!

Books listed:

In Universes by Emet North Dear Bi Men: A Black Man's Perspective on Power, Consent, Breaking Down Binaries, and Combating Erasure by J.R. Yussuf Truly, Madly, Deeply by Alexandria Bellefleur Of Blood and Aether (Harbingers, #1) by Harper Hawthorne Saint-Seducing Gold (The Forge & Fracture Saga #2) by Brittany N. Williams Darker by Four (Darker by Four, #1) by June C.L. Tan Rough Trade by Katrina Carrasco The Last Love Song by Kalie Holford Moon Dust in My Hairnet by J.R. Creaden What Is Love? by Jen Comfort Finally Fitz by Marisa Kanter The Boyfriend Fix by Lee Pini Playing for Keeps by Jennifer Dugan She Came for Blood (Dreamers & Demons: Sapphic Monsters Book 3) by Darva Green Call Forth a Fox by Markelle Grabo I'm The Same by James Ungurait Something Kindred by Ciera Burch Calling of Light (Shamanborn, #3) by Lori M. Lee Off With Their Heads by Zoe Hana Mikuta Even If We're Broken by A.M. Weald Harley Quinn: Redemption (DC Icons Series Book 3) by Rachael Allen Rainbow Overalls by Maggie Fortuna Smile and Be a Villain by Yves Donlon Lights, Camera, Passion by Isabel Lucero Hearts Still Beating by Brooke Archer Aubrey McFadden Is Never Getting Married by Georgia Beers Court of Wanderers (Silver Under Nightfall, #2) by Rin Chupeco Good Mourning, Darling (Darling Disposition, #1) by Azalea Crowley All the Hype (Oak Haven Romance) by S. Bolanos The Devil to Pay by Katie Daysh Every Time You Hear That Song by Jenna Voris

You can find these books in this list on goodreads

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eddiesxangel · 10 months

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Hi there! I’m TJ, she/her, I’m 28 years old, Gemini Sun, Pieces Moon, Capricorn Rising. This is an 18+ blog, if you are a minor please do not interact. Welcome to my little corner of delulu. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

** = smut

Take Me to the Lakes camp!counsellor Eddie x camp!counsellor reader series (ongoing)

I don’t think we are in 1986 anymore? Eddie Munson x Reader series (ongoing)

WILDFLOWER ** Older!Rockstar Eddie x PopPrincess!reader series (complete)

Lay All Your Love On Me **Rockstar!Eddie x Nepo Baby oneshot for #munnysummergame

Hey Siri Play Jealous by Nick Jonas ** Bartender!Eddie x Wife Reader

I Do Believe In Fairies Eddie Munson Meet Cute

Clueless **Older!Eddie x Reader

Redemption **Eddie x reader

Babydoll **Dom!Daddy Eddie x Reader

My Little Bunny older!eddie x reader for #munnysonederful prompts

Me and You? Together? Queer!Eddie x f!bff!reader

The Kissing Booth Eddie x gn!reader

You Look Tense masseuse!eddie x reader

Downhearted Eddie x bestfriend!reader

Requests

Just Friends **Perv!Eddie x Perv!BestFriend Reader

But you don’t even like karaoke?** Virgin!Eddie x Bestfriend!Reader

Just a Pinch **Eddie x reader

What Eddie Doesn’t Know ** brothers bestfriend!Eddie x reader

What Adam Doesn’t Know part 2 brothers best friend x reader

The Sweet Days in the Shire ** Eddie x virgin!reader

The Stroke of Midnight Eddie x GN!Reader

Show Me** older!eddie x virgin!reader (most popular)

Show You** virgin!eddie x reader

Baby, Im Yours** jealous!eddie x reader

Fool Me Once jerk!eddie x reader

Driver Roll Up the Partition, Please** Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

Need You Now friends to strangers to lovers Eddie x reader

Christmas Theme Fics

Hoe Hoe pantyHoes **Eddie Munson x Reader

Kiss me Underneath the Mistletoe Mechanic!Eddie x GN!Reader

Hey, Mr. Claus ** Santa!eddie x sugarplum reader

Fuck the Nice List** Santa!eddie x sugarplum reader

Snowed In ** Santa!Eddie x Sugarplum reader

Buy me presents **Santa!eddie x sugarplum reader

Sugar and Spice **Santa!eddie x sugarplum reader

One Direction Eras

Temporary Fix rockstar!eddie x reader

Stockholm Syndrome Eddie Munson x succubus reader

Change my Mind friends to lovers

If I could fly Trucker!Eddie x reader

Rock me TBD

Last First Kiss TBD

You and I TBD

Right Now TBD

Little black dress TBD

Alive TBD

Change your ticket TBD

Truly madly deeply TBD

Irresistible TBD

Summer Love TBD

Fools gold TBD

Taken TBD

I Should Have Kissed You TBD

Older!Eddie Blurb**

Rockstar!Eddie imagine **

Rockstar!Eddie imagine #2 **

Eddie x reader**

Eddie imagine**

Eddie imagine #2

Virgin!Eddie blurb

Eddie x reader **

#navigation #master list #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson imagine #save for later #Eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie x reader #eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson x you #eddie munson masterlist #rockstar!eddie munson

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 10 months

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TWINS MASTERLIST

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ George Fabian Weasley ♥

One-shots

Double Date?

Truly Madly Deeply

Spinnet?

Is That Wrong?

Just Ask

Well Hello There

Work Crush

Just Like You

I Can't Do It

Please Be Careful

Someone Better

Under The Moonlight

I'm Not Fred

Just One

Make A Weasley

She Can't Compare

Series

Mum? / 1 / 2

You're the One I want / 1 / 2

✧ 🎀 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒢𝒾𝒹𝑒😍𝓃 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎 🎀 ✧

One-shots

How come?

Nice Try

Something Wrong

I'll Wait, If You Want

HEADCANNONS -both-

At An Arcade

Them In Bed

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred and george #george weasly x reader #george weasley #masterlists #hp imagines #master list #fluff #angst #weasley twins

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 9 months

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Criminal Minds | Masterlist

SERIES

Begin Again:

Chapter One: The Savior

Chapter Two: Room 304

Chapter Three: I Know Who Did It

Chapter Four: Swimming Pool Kisses

Chapter Five: Ninety-Nine Percent

Glitter & Crimson:

Glitter and Crimson

Reader is keeping a secret from the rest of the team and they're adamant to find out. When they do, they're absolutely gobsmacked. One of them more than others...

Steady As A Drumbeat

And that ends in a night neither of them will ever forget.

A Little Less Conversation

+ The Aftermath

ONE SHOTS / IMAGINES

Memoriam

Season 4 Episode 7 rewrite -- Spencer's childhood best friend helps him on the Riley Jenkins case. Working together after years of not seeing each other brings up old memories and new feelings.

Do Re Mi

Spencer's next-door-neighbor comes into the BAU, distressed, saying that her ex-boyfriend was the person responsible for the recent string of kills happening in D.C.

Truly Madly Deeply

Spencer comes home from a case and wakes up next to reader. Inspired by One Direction's 'Truly Madly Deeply'.

Johnny and Dora

Spencer and Reader go undercover together to catch the most prolific identity thief in New York. What happens on the case might spark a shift in their relationship. Inspired by the Brooklyn 9-9 episode with the same name.

When?

Reader is tired of always coming in second place. Even when her and Spencer have split up, she's still looking over her shoulder as though he'd still be there. When will that end?

When The Girls Talk Boys

Spencer and Reader talk to their friends about one another, which causes their co-workers to find out about their secret relationship. Inspired by Girls Talk Boys by 5SOS.

Nothing is Accidental

After hearing Spencer's talk on a conference, Reader tests her luck and talks to the young Doctor. It sparks a new friendship, partnership and maybe even more. Rewrite of Season 7 Episode 11: True Genius

Dream Away The Dark

Four times where Reader comforts Spencer after a bad dream and one time where Spencer does the same for Reader.

Hunting Monsters

Halloween is Reader's favorite holiday and she plans to implement that love into her child's life, too. When little Poppy tells Reader she doesn't want to go trick-or-treating, Reader and her husband's co-workers help her convince the tiny genius.

I’m Recharging

How Spencer and Reader's ritual of 'recharging' began.

Tongue Tied

Reader is invited to her best friend's birthday party where she meets Dr. Spencer Reid. An instant connection is made.

Meet Me On The Courtyard

Spencer encounters his neighbor from across the yard, dancing around in her apartment until she catches him. They decide to properly meet on the courtyard.

You Owe Me A Date

Spencer and Reader plan to go out on a date. When she doesn't show up, Spencer gets worried.

You Knock The Wind Out Of Me

Spencer clearly dislikes Reader, but when she tries to ask him why, he evades the question. Only her boyfriend being disrespectful towards her forces her to admit his true feelings.

A Man After Midnight

Spencer and Reader are best friends since they were kids. When Reader is set to marry James, Spencer decides to give her the bachelorette party of her dreams. Only he wishes it were him she was about to marry...

Girls Can't Drive

Where a case hits reader a little too hard. Spencer doesn’t get why it’s hitting his girlfriend so hard until she finally tells him how hard it is to be a woman sometimes.

Annotations

Spencer finds a book in the breakroom one time and when he starts reading it, he noticed the notes in the margins. What quickly develops as a love written in the margins of several books, might have to step out into the real world soon.

King of My Heart

Spencer has always taken care of reader. Whether it was giving reader food before they realized they were hungry or buying them coffee, ... Tiny gestures that made it impossible for reader not to fall in love with him.

This Love Is Ours

Reader and Spencer are best friends with obvious feelings for one another. When Spencer ends up in prison, Reader gets angry at him, which keeps them from visiting him. But once she does, there's no pane of glass that would keep them apart.

Mine (Spencer's version)

Spencer reminisces about the first time he met Reader.

New Romantics

After a bad breakup, Reader and her friends go out to party where she meets one young FBI agent. Suddenly, she'd forgotten her ex even existed and was more interested in getting to know the stranger.

I Can See You

When Penelope's best friend comes to help out the BAU on a couple of cases, there's an immediate connection with the youngest of the team. After longing glances, soft touches and wild fantasies, the truth comes out accidentally. What is the resident genius going to do with that information?

There's A 100% Chance I'm Gonna Marry You

The team doesn’t even know of her existence but when Spencer can’t get a hold of her, he gets worried. Now he has no other choice than to tell his coworker about her.

I Think He Knows

JJ invites her best friend, a linguistics professor, to help out on a couple of cases. When she and Spencer work together, something sparks between them.

Maybe We'll Take Some Time

Spencer and Reader broke up five weeks ago. When he comes knocking on her door, crying about a friend's death, their love is resparked.

HANDS

Spencer's hands are lovely and as he placed them on Reader's cheeks, it was the only way to calm her down. So, when Reader comes home breaking down after a difficult day at work, he's quick to calm her down.

The Stranger

Spencer and Reader are coworkers and best friends. When Reader gets hurt on a case, Spencer's feelings for Reader are bared.

Floored Decisions

Many decisions were made on the floor of their apartment. One day, she asks him a very important question.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jason gideon #jj #jennifer jareau #elle greenaway #emily prentiss #david rossi #penelope garcia #fanfiction #nele's masterlist

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luversgirl · 2 years

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MY OBX REC LIST, part four

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— first time ❀ ✧

— truly, madly, deeply ☾ ❀

— caught ☾ ❀ ( part two )

— forever ☾ ( GIMME A PART 2 PLEASE )

— 5 days, one boat ✧

— finally ❀

— holiday in the sun ( heartbroken rn )

— high in love and cocanie ✧

— the internship ( series )

— better ☾ ❀

— stranger in my bed ( A MASTERPIECE )

— november rain ❀ ☾

— brother may i ( this series omfg- )

— sex with my ex ✧ ☾

— the devil you once knew ❀ ✧ ( softy rafe <3 )

— i want you ☾

— we’re not friends ✧

— happy place ☾ ( part 2, part 3 )

— single ☾ ❀

— you’re secrets safe with me ✧ ☾

— ambivalence ( im always re-reading this series omfg )

— sweet as honey ❀ ☾

— parties, enemies and desires ✧

— sorry will never be enough ☾ ( part 2, SOBBING RN )

— 5 am ✧

jj maybank

— jj maybank x reader ☾

— having sex with jj ✧ ( i wish )

— secrets ☾ ( part two )

— high school sweethearts ❀ ( 😩 )

— collateral ☾

— the affect of keeping secrets ☾

— ransom ☾ ( so good omggg )

— feels too good ✧

— wasted time & talent ☾

— turn ons ✧ ☆

— eventually ☾

— collateral ☾ ( part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 )

— red hot candy ☾ ❀ ( this fic >>> )

— water fountain ☾

— dating jj maybank ☆

— right to love ☾

sarah cameron

— seeing stars ✧

— carrera ❀ ( why not meeee )

— stargazing ✧

— used to the cold ☾

— windowsill ✧ ( lord i- )

— sisters girlfriend ☾ ( NO WHY )

— open eyes ✧

— a new kind of love ❀

— bathroom ✧ ( i- )

— swim ❀

pope heyward

— my angel my darling ☾ ❀

— high rider ✧

— something new ☾ ❀ ( luv luv luvvvv )

— better things to come ❀

— where’s the love ☾ ❀

— under loves heavy burden ☾ ( my heart = shattered )

— perfectly imperfect ☾ ❀

— exploration ✧

— doing it all for love ☾ ❀

— skin ❀

barry

— our little family ❀ ( fluff overload omfg )

— need you ❀

— lazy morning lovin ✧

— indebted to you ❀ ( i luv thissss )

— complicated ☾ ❀

— unexpected surprises ❀ ( sobbing, screaming & crying )

— attention ❀

— this ✧ ( i absolutely love this but i can’t find a name )

— drown ❀

john b

— beer kegs and jealous boyfriends ❀

— r u mine? ☾

— sharing is caring ✧ ( as sarah paulson said, im a whore )

— giggles mcgee ❀

— for you, anything ☾ ❀ ( thisssss )

— marks ❀ ☾

— bell tower ✧

— hammer to fall ☾ ❀ ( this is 2 cute )

— casanova ✧ ☾ ❀

— if you ever want to be in love ❀ ☾ ( the end 😖 )

— primal ✧ ( i- )

kiara carrara

— nothing more ❀ ( lmaooooo )

— that’s what you get ✧ ( lawd- )

— soulmate ❀ ☾

— kissing girls ❀ ( ugh why not meee )

— stay ☾

— secret pics ✧ ( i want this so bad 😩 )

— dormmate blues ❀

— for forever ☾ ❀

— lucky ❀ ( so cuteeee )

— bad girl ✧

a/n: happy mayyyy 💐

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wheresarizona · 11 months

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Learning to Live Part 19

summary: It’s Monday morning, and you’re watching Javier get ready for work (and interrupting him). Will you be able to keep your hands off him once the suit is on?

rating: E (18+!! This is literally just domestic fluff and smut. No y/n, age gap (about 10 years), Soft Javier Peña, Javier Peña in a suit, oral sex (m receiving), titty fucking, anal play (m receiving), deepthroating, comeplay, spitting, dirty talk, praise kink (there’s a good boy), domestic fluff, argument, anxiety, so much banter, Javier teaches you how to tie his tie, you choose what he wears)

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 9.5k+

a/n: Hello there! Here’s the deal, this was supposed to be the beginning of a very important chapter, but I wrote too much, so now, this is part 1 of 2. I’m already pretty deep in writing part 2. Thank you to the love of my life @juletheghoul, for betaing.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

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The snooze button was essential when you shared a bed with Javier Peña.

The alarm would go off, and suddenly you would find yourself being wrapped up in long arms, sometimes with his naked body pressed to yours from behind, or face to face, his mouth zeroing in on yours to languidly kiss you until you were rudely interrupted by the incessant beeping once more, and it really was time to get up.

You savored those nine sleepy minutes where it was just the two of you tangled together in the warm cocoon of your shared bed, cuddling close as you slowly awoke—they were the best.

It was a Monday morning, and so early, the sky outside was still dark, waking up at your usual time during the week with Javi. You’d already taken your turn in the bathroom and thrown on one of his plain white t-shirts over your naked body, now sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the direction of the dressers and closet, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom door in your line of sight.

You were vibrating with excitement, straightening in your seat when the door finally opened, and your naked boyfriend walked into the room—his face was still a little puffy from sleep, the brown hair a mess atop his head, his chest, and up his gorgeous neck littered with hickies, new and old, one you sucked right over his pulse point the night before that was starting to purple. He yawned, stretching his arms over his head, stopping in his tracks when his attention landed on your still form.

His hand scratched his soft belly with a confused expression, his voice deeper and huskier from disuse, asking, “What’s going on?”

Usually when he came out of the bathroom, you were in the process of getting dressed, and he’d join you, but today was special.

“I took the day off,” you answered immediately.

“Why…?”

His hands moved to perch on his hips, stepping one foot forward to have all his weight on the back leg, your attention shifting to his knee on display, finding yourself thinking it was appealing to the eye and somehow sexy. That thought had you taken aback for a second, wondering how in the world knees could be sexy. You’ve never given them attention before, and suddenly they were turning you on like a Victorian man catching a glimpse of ankle.

What was wrong with you?

The answer was simple: you had it bad for this man—you were so truly, madly, deeply in love with him you were thirsting over his joints.

“I didn’t want to miss the show…” you answered distractedly.

“What show?”

You met his gaze, smiling as you pointed at him. “The one you’re gonna put on getting dressed for your first day of work. It’s like the opposite of stripping but gets me just as horny, so I don’t want to miss anything.” You winked.

He smirked, his eyes shining in delight. “You took the day off to watch me get dressed, baby?”

“Um, of course, babe. This is momentous—I’m seeing you in a suit for the first time.”

Chuckling, he walked over to where you were sitting, his hands sinking into the mattress on either side of you as he bent down, his breath minty as he kissed your lips, his smooth jaw cradled in your palms.

“I fucking love you,” he said when you broke apart, meeting your eyes with a smile.

“I fucking love you, too,” you replied with a matching look.

He leaned in to nuzzle his nose against yours.

“You’re cute.”

“I try.” You pecked his lips. “Now, hurry up—” You said, rubbing your hands up his naked ribs, his skin warm beneath your palms. “You’re gonna be late.”

He glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I don’t have to be there for another hour and forty-five minutes…” he said slowly.

“Yeah, but you gotta get dressed, do your hair, have breakfast, drink your coffee, get your dick sucked…”

His head quickly swiveled back toward you. “Get my dick sucked?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, his tongue peeking out as it swiped over his bottom lip.

Crookedly smiling with your own eyebrow raised, you answered, “Javi, you honestly think I’m gonna let you leave this room without sucking your dick?”

“Right…now…?” He looked hopeful.

“Nope—I’ve been fantasizing about doing it while you’re all dressed up.” You wagged your eyebrows.

“Fuck,” he breathed, noticing his cock was already half-hard.

“I’m very excited. Now hurry!”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, quickly kissing you before he stood up with a groan, making his way over to his dresser and opening the top drawer.

“I see suits are an undies occasion,” you said, watching him put on white boxer briefs.

“Yeah,” he replied, pulling them over his ass, the stretchy material hugging his thighs. He turned so you could see his front, the noticeable bulge making your mouth water. He snorted, smirking as he said, “My eyes are up here, Cielito.”

Your gazes met, him pointing at his beautiful chocolate-colored eyes.

“Yeah, they are, but I’m ogling your dick before you put on pants. Just look at it, ” you marveled, extending your finger at his groin. “It’s so big. You know what underwear does to me.”

His tone was amused, his chest puffing up a little, “I know, baby.”

He grabbed his bottle of cologne atop his dresser that was near his watch, his spare pair of aviators, and the small burl wood jewelry box with rose inlays decorating the lid where his mother’s rosary was stored.

“Damn, you’re going all out,” you said, him spraying some on his pulse points, chest, and neck. “You are going to be the sexiest and best-smelling man in that office.”

“Yeah?” he asked, the cap getting put on the glass container and set back down.

“Oh, yeah,” you answered. “Don’t know if I’ll be able to visit you at work.”

“Why’s that?”

“You in a suit? An office with a door? A desk? That is a recipe for me getting bent over said desk and dicked down.”

“You fucking exhibitionist.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “Pot calling the kettle. I’d never had sex in public before you—you’re a fucking exhibitionist, too! And don’t act like your dick didn’t just get harder at what I said. I can see it!”

His cheeks had pinked up, clearing his throat. “It’s all I’m gonna fucking think about while I’m there.”

“Good,” you sniffed.

“You, uh, wanna come by on my lunch?”

“Javier, we are not fucking in your new office, at your new job, on literally your first day.” He frowned, his shoulders slumping. “—it’s something we wait until we have a lay of the land, you know?” He perked back up. “Figure out when there’s the least amount of people there, and you can make sure the door has a lock. We gotta prep, and then I’ll stop by for an office quickie.”

“I love you so fucking much,” he said.

“I love you, too.” You grinned. “I used to be so innocent, only knowing the touch of a man on a bed or couch, and now you’ve turned me into some kind of sex fiend who wants it everywhere.”

He huffed out an amused breath, smiling. “Baby, you gave me a hand job in my truck on our first date—you’ve never been fucking innocent.”

“Um, because it was you,” you said, pointing at him again. “The only man on earth I’d risk jail for.”

“Really?”

“Yes, and you know it. Hurry, and get ready. Your dick is taunting me.”

He looked down at it. “‘Cause it’s hard?”

“Yes, and not in my mouth.”

His eyes met yours. “Okay, mi amor (my love), I’ll finish getting dressed,” he said, moving to walk over to the closet that was directly across the room from you. You saw the defined muscles in his back and the broadness of his shoulders contrasting with his tiny waist, and the dimensions kind of reminded you of a…

“Dorito!” you said out loud.

He slid the closet door open, looking over his shoulder as he asked, “What?”

“Your shoulder-to-waist ratio is ridiculous—it’s a triangle.” Your hand was held out, drawing it in the air with your finger. “You’re Dorito-shaped.”

A furrow appeared between his eyebrows.

“What…?”

“The chip? A Dorito? The cheesy triangles, you’re shaped like one of them.”

“Is that good…?”

“Yes.” You smiled. “It’s very good—it’s very sexy. I love how you look so much, like my god, your back makes me wet.”

His eyebrow arched.

“Just my back?”

“You got me there—all of you makes me wet.”

“That’s better.” His attention went back to the clothes. “Which one do you want me to wear?” he asked, hearing the squeak of him moving hangers on the rod.

“I get to pick?”

“Of course—you’ve been fantasizing about it. Which one?”

Arousal was simmering in your belly that he was willing to play out your fantasy.

“Navy blue.”

The squeaking got louder as the hangers were moved forcefully before he pulled out a garment bag and a white dress shirt from his ridiculous collection of button-ups hanging in the closet.

He walked back over to where you were sitting, setting them on the bed beside you. Your eyes were on him, watching in fascination as he went over to his dresser to use his stick of antiperspirant deodorant sitting on top of it, returning to put on the dress shirt, noting it was a little tight on him in the shoulders and arms when he finished deftly buttoning it up. Javi’s mouth was turned down in a frown, and his eyebrows creased while unzipping the bag and pulling out the folded pants hanging over the hanger. The slacks were also a little tight on him when he pulled them on, the material stretching over his ass and around his thighs, his half-hard dick not helping, tucking in his shirt before getting them zipped and buttoned.

“Babe…?”

He looked at you. “Yes, Cielito?”

“You’re in great shape. Were you less muscly in Colombia?”

Thinking back on the pictures of him and Steve you’ve seen, he had been slimmer but still very broad.

He let out a long sigh, pressing his fingers to his forehead. “You can tell I’ve gained weight.”

“Well, based on the fact you went from an office job to doing manual labor for a year and a half, it’s safe to say you’ve bulked up in the muscle department, though I’ll take the blame for that ass.” You grinned.

His hand dropped. “What do you mean?”

“Have you noticed your jeans have maybe gotten tighter than usual since we started dating?”

He thought about it for a second. “...yeah?”

“I’ve been feeding you well.”

“You’re the reason my ass is big?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Your ass is perfect, thank you very much, and I do help you get your cardio in so you look fucking fantastic.”

He smirked. “Yeah, you help with my cardio, alright.” He leaned down, one hand on the bed next to you for support as he pressed his lips to yours, the other palming your breast through his shirt. He smelled so good, his spicy cologne hitting you hard, getting hints of citrus and a nice musk.

“Javi–” you giggled into his mouth, him not seeming to care since he kept kissing you. He nipped at your lip, and your breath hitched, stifling your moan—your fingers pushed into his messy hair, seeming to forget everything except his mouth on yours.

It slowed to a stop, and he pulled back, you chasing his lips which made him smile.

“I have to finish getting ready,” he said just above a whisper.

You remembered now what you both were doing, ignoring the arousal pooling in your belly.

“Yes, so I can suck your dick,” you replied.

“Yes,” he chuckled, standing up and holding out his hand to you. “Come with me.” You took it, letting him pull you up, him holding your hand as he guided you over to his dresser. He opened the black rectangular wooden tie box that had twelve compartments, pulling out his rolled-up belt, moving out of your way as he said, “Pick out my tie, mi amor (my love).” He was working the black leather through the belt loops around his waist.

Your eyes took in the selection. There were ten of various patterns and color schemes, chewing on your lip while gazing at them, thinking which one would look best, and settling on a red one. You plucked it from the case, unrolling it to see it was a deep red with ovals on it that reminded you of drawn blood cells.

“This one,” you answered, turning to face him and holding it out.

He’d finished getting his belt on, taking the offered tie with a warm smile.

“You wanna tie it?”

Your eyes widened. “I mean, I have an idea of how to do it, but I’d probably do a terrible job.”

“No, you wouldn’t. Come here, and I’ll teach you.”

“Okay,” you said, stepping forward to have your bodies a hair’s breadth apart.

His voice went lower, raspier, his gaze on you as he draped it around his neck, saying, “Eyes on my hands.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied, seeing his throat work as he swallowed. You were looking where he indicated, his big hands holding each side of the silk.

Clearing his throat, he said in a deep timbre, “You want the wide side—” He raised his left hand showing it to you. “—longer than the narrow side.” He lifted his right, then adjusted them how he instructed, his eyes staying on you, your own watching what he was doing. “Cross the wide one over and around to behind the narrow one—” His hands were doing the steps as he told you what to do. “—then over and through the neck hole, wrapping it across the front of the other and up under the neck, where you push it through the loop here at the front.” He pulled the wide part through the loop, one hand delicately holding the knot, the other on the tie as he wiggled it, pulling on the length to tighten it where he wanted. “It’s easy. You wanna try?”

You looked at him. “And ruin this gorgeous handiwork?” you asked, running your finger down the silk. “I can do it tomorrow.”

“Or you can do it right now because I want you to.”

Your eyebrows lifted up to your hairline. “Wow, you put on a suit, and suddenly you’re Mr. Bossy Pants.”

He smirked. “I am wearing my bossy pants—now, please tie my tie, mi amor (my love).” He was already undoing what he’d done until the fabric rested on either side of his chest.

“Fine, Jefe (Boss),” you replied, taking the buttery soft material into each of your hands. A look of concentration was on your face as you recalled the steps, quickly adjusting it so the wider side was longer than the other, then doing as he told you, surprised when you’d actually made a pretty okay-looking knot. “There—” you said. “It’s not as pretty as yours, but it’s also not as awful as I thought it’d be—you can tighten it.” Your hands patted over his pecs, finally meeting his gaze, his eyes crinkled at the edges, looking beyond happy.

“It’s perfect.”

Snorting, you replied, “You haven’t even looked at it.”

His head tilted down as he lifted the loosened tie to see it. Dropping it, he said, “It’s still perfect.” His eyes were on yours as he gingerly held your knot, wiggling it as he pulled on the length to tighten it, his hands moving up to ensure his collar was in place. “How do I look?”

You crookedly smiled, keeping your gaze on his. “Perfect.”

He pinched your hip, making you giggle. “Smartass, you haven’t looked.”

You took him in then—the messy hair, his perfectly trimmed mustache, the rest of his face clean-shaven, the white dress shirt wrinkling a little over his chest from being a tad tight, the blood-red tie down his front, and the navy blue pants hugging his hips, and it all combined had your skin suddenly feeling hot, your dream from the other night coming back to you of him as a detective.

He looked good, really good.

You met his eyes. “I am so sorry, but I have to.” He had a confused expression, your hand gripping the tie and tugging his head closer, Javi grunting as you crashed your mouth to his. You felt his smile as you kissed him, his arms hugging you into his body, moaning when his tongue pushed between your lips to tangle with your own.

God, you loved him—you loved this, spending your morning with your boyfriend, watching him get ready, and interrupting the process with kisses. Add in him having you pick out his outfit and teaching you how to tie his tie, and you were a fucking goner. Somehow, you’d fallen even more in love with him, wishing he had something more than just you tying his tie to have you with him through his day, your brain picturing a ring on his left hand, the image igniting a fire in your belly.

Your lungs began to protest, the kissing slowing until he gave you one last peck, panting as he pulled back to look at you with a smile.

“So, I look good…?” he asked through heavy breaths.

You playfully slapped his chest, laughing. “Yes, you look really fucking good, and I can’t wait to blow you.”

He released you from his arms, nodding. “I better hurry then.”

“Please do.” You stepped out of his way, your attention on him as he pushed up his left sleeve, grabbing his silver watch from atop the dresser, sliding it over his hand and onto his wrist, finally clasping it into place. He checked the time before pushing the sleeve back down, him looking in the tie box and pulling out one cufflink he put on with practiced ease, followed by the other.

Anticipation was swelling inside you at how close you were to seeing him fully dressed.

He turned toward you. “I have to do my hair,” he said. He had a bad case of bedhead, it sticking up in all directions.

“Sounds good,” you replied, following him as he headed for the bathroom.

The suit pants were snug on his ass, and you couldn’t keep yourself from giving it a hard smack, Javi jumping.

“Really?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Really.” You grinned, walking into the smaller room, him flipping on the lights.

“You know paybacks a bitch, right?” he asked, standing in front of the sink and using his right hand to pull open his drawer to grab his wide-tooth comb and jar of pomade that he set on the countertop.

You took up the space on his left side, resting your hip against the counter. “Worth it,” you replied as you watched him.

Within the first few days of dating Javi, you quickly learned he was very particular in how he styled his hair—his comb and pomade found a home in your bathroom a day after his toothbrush did, so he always looked his best when he left your apartment.

That was a thing about him—he cared a lot about his looks, what he wore, his hair, his mustache. You’d think with how much he fussed over himself, he’d be annoyed with you messing up his hair or rumpling his clothes, but it never bothered him because it was you doing it. He happily walked around with hair you tried to fix with your fingers and wore the hickies you left on his neck with pride, wanting people to know he was taken, Javi always taking your hand or wrapping an arm around you when you were out in public so there was no doubt you were together.

He turned on the sink, using his hands to slide water into his hair to make it damp. Then it was time for the pomade, him unscrewing the cap and scooping some of the white substance onto his index finger, strategically getting the lid screwed back on sans the one digit. There was a serious expression on his face as he rubbed his hands together, coating them in the cream.

Javier wasn’t sure how to feel about wearing a suit again; there wasn’t any nervousness or excitement. Honestly, he was just indifferent—here he goes, working in law enforcement again. Except, the silver lining was he wouldn’t be doing any of the actual enforcement. When he’d gone to the county Sheriff to negotiate the job, he’d been adamant about not seeing any action; he was done with that bullshit, and now that he was in a serious relationship, he couldn’t afford to put his life in danger.

Frankly, he didn’t think it was worth it.

Not anymore.

There was someone waiting for him at home, and she meant more to him than anything else on the entire fucking planet. So, he would be working safe and sound in an office consulting, the parameters of which he’d figure out once he got there.

Generally, he was methodical in putting on his suit. Having done it so many times, he went through the process with hardly any thought. As attaché in Colombia, the time he spent dressing was time he’d ruminate on what was going on and go over his schedule for the day, his hands moving on autopilot through the practiced movements of buttoning his shirt or tying his tie while his mind was elsewhere.

But this morning, there was enjoyment in putting it on, loving how Cielito chose his outfit and tied his tie, his process interrupted with kisses and lovely conversation—Javier was having the best time, and wished all of their mornings were like this.

“This is my favorite part,” she said, his fingers plunging into his hair, it rising as he worked them through the brown strands, massaging the pomade in like he would shampoo.

His head turned to look at her while he kept going, a smile appearing on his lips.

She was so beautiful in just his white t-shirt, bright-eyed and smiling, her arms crossed over her chest, which accentuated her breasts, drawing his gaze to them.

“When I put on the pomade?” he asked, meeting her eyes again.

“Yes—how you make it all messy.”

She’d cut it perfectly the day before, the sides short and longer on top, Javier pushing the hair back from his forehead, feeling it damp and slightly sticky.

He snorted. “You just love when my hair looks like shit.” His attention moved to picking up the comb.

“Yeah, I do, ‘cause you’re really fucking sexy when you have post-sex hair.” She stroked her fingers through it, and it made him shiver. “It’s surprising your hair is never greasy,” she said, turning on the sink to wash her hand off.

He was using the comb to slick it back, staring at himself in the mirror as he replied, “The shit I use is water-based and washes out easily—it also keeps my hair soft. I fucking hate the greasy, oily ones.”

And he’d been complimented many times about the softness of his hair, so he’s stuck with the same kind since college.

“Noted.” She was drying off with the small towel hanging on the wall next to her.

His hair was slicked back, and he used the end of the comb to make his side part, pushing it through the hair on the left of his head where his cowlick was and brushing down the side.

“You cut my hair so fucking well,” he mused, combing the length on top to the right until he was satisfied, setting the comb back on the countertop to slide his fingers into his hair and add texture, using them to break up the brown strands.

He could see her grinning in the mirror. “You really like it?” she asked.

Javier would never go to a barber again; that’s how much he loved what she’d done. It was the best haircut experience he’d ever had, enjoying watching the woman he loved in the mirror as she worked with that crinkle between her brows he found adorable. He wasn’t even surprised he lost the bet of not grabbing her ass. He was weak—he was so fucking weak for her, and it took a lot of strength to go as long as he did without touching her; his fingers had itched to reach out and feel her body.

It soothed him, feeling her—her warmth, her softness. There was a constant stream of thoughts in his brain, and a lot of them were worries over things he had nothing to worry about:

Does she love me? Does she still want to be with me? Did I fuck up? Am I going to fuck up? Will I be a terrible father? Will my kids hate me? Will she leave me when she finds out about Colombia?

He swallowed thickly, his arm going around her middle to pull her into his side, her hugging his torso. “I love it, mi amor (my love),” he answered, kissing her crown.

His body relaxed, calmness washing over him.

She does love me. She still wants to be with me. I didn’t fuck up. I can’t know if I’ll fuck up. She believes I’ll be a good father, and I’ll do my fucking best. My kids won’t hate me because I’ll love them so fucking much. She won’t leave me when I tell her about South America.

“Well, I love you,” she said, the reassurance making his heart sing. Her head was turned so he could see her face in the reflection, smiling at him. “And I’m happy you like your hair—it looks very sexy.”

“Thanks.” He smirked. “My new hairdresser is good at her job.”

“Is she?”

“Yeah. She even cuts it in her underwear and lets me grab her ass.” He reached down to squeeze her backside.

Giggling, she replied, “That just makes you sound like a creep.” He frowned deeply, and she quickly added, “I loved you grabbing my ass, ya filthy ass grabber.”

He smiled again, chuckling. All this talk about her ass had him thinking about it and the payback for her smacking his. He leaned forward to wash his hands, her detaching from him to take up the space beside him once more. His arms reached in front of her after turning off the faucet to dry his hands on the towel next to her, an idea coming to him as he straightened, eyeing her variety of skincare products on the counter on his other side.

Focusing on his reflection, he fiddled with his hair to perfect it, asking nonchalantly, “Will you put sunscreen on my face, baby?”

“Of course, babe,” she replied happily.

Leaning forward and across the sink, she stretched past him to grab the lotion, his shirt she was wearing rising up her back to expose her bare ass like he hoped—his large palm came down on her asscheek in a loud slap that sounded in the room, his hand stinging, her shouting— “Javier!” He was smoothing it over while she angrily grabbed the sunscreen and stood back up, glaring at him.

She was cute, making him chuckle, turning his head to look at her. “You can’t be mad at me,” he said. “You said it was worth it.”

“Yeah, I did, but you’re still an asshole.”

“An asshole who loves you… and your ass.” He growled the last word, grabbing a handful of it.

She rolled her eyes, snorting at his antics, and he knew she wasn’t mad at him.

“Keep your head like that,” she ordered, flipping the cap on the sunscreen, squeezing a small amount onto her finger, and dabbing it onto the tip of his nose, doing the process over and over until he had white spots on each cheek, his chin, neck, forehead, and nose.

She did this almost every morning, and he always loved it.

“This is my favorite part,” he said, closing his eyes and smiling softly.

The lotion was closed and set aside, her hands moving to gently rub it into his skin, and he felt himself melt under her touch, turning him into putty.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“I love your hands on me—it feels so fucking good.”

“You’re incredibly adorable. I’m just happy you wear it.”

She was making sure to get all his face, neck, and ears, his spine tingling when she massaged his earlobes between her fingers.

“‘Cause you told me to.”

“I sure the fuck did. You gotta protect this gorgeous face.”

Suddenly lips were pressed to his, and automatically his arm was wrapping around her to pull her closer, kissing her back.

They separated after a moment, Javier feeling so happy.

“I’m almost done,” he said, looking at her.

“You are,” she replied. “If I wasn’t here, you’d already be finished and eating breakfast.”

“I prefer you being here. Breakfast can wait.” He’d skip the meal if it meant spending more time with her.

“How are we doing on time?”

He stepped back, flicking his wrist up and pulling back his sleeve, his eyes squinting as he read the watch face. “Still have an hour and fifteen before I need to be there.”

“Okay,” she said while washing her hands in the sink. “That’s enough time to get you off, and send you on your way with coffee and a granola bar.” She dried them, turning back to face him.

He calculated in his brain how long it’d take him to get to work and the amount of time they had to work with, figuring they both could get off—he really wanted to make her come for such a wonderful morning, and he could do it quickly with his mouth or fingers.

“I’d rather skip the coffee and granola bar and eat your pussy for breakfast,” he replied.

Her breath stuttered, seeing her pupils dilate.

“As lovely as that’d be, pussy isn’t on the menu this morning—today is about you.” She poked him in the arm.

He didn’t want it to be all about him, thinking of something better she’d enjoy more.

His eyebrow rose. “If it’s about me, then shouldn’t I get to decide? I say forget the oral. I’ll finish getting dressed and bend you over the bed so we can both get off, and you’ll get to live your Detective Peña dream.”

She swallowed hard, knowing the thought of it turned her on. He was determined that she enjoyed herself, too.

“That’s really sexy of you to offer, but the plan was to suck your dick—I want to suck your dick.”

It bothered him that she was only focusing on him and not considering what he wanted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, I want to make you come.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” She shook her head. “I want to choke on your dick.”

“You can choke on my dick, but we should both get off,” he argued.

“That’s unnecessary. I’m getting you off.” Ending the sentence with a jab of her finger to his chest.

“You can get me off, and I can take care of you after—you know I can get you there quickly.”

She made a frustrated sound. “I don’t want you to take care of me. I want to take care of you.”

“Just let me eat your fucking pussy after.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“I don’t know what’s going on right now, Javier, but when you put on a suit, you’re kind of a stubborn dick.” He jolted, his mouth falling open, realizing he was being difficult.

She’d told him all morning about how she was looking forward to sucking him off in the suit, and it had just occurred to him that this was one of those times where she wanted to make him come without getting anything in return—she wanted to be in control. And here he was, being, as she said, a stubborn dick fighting her on it when in reality, her plan would still have them both winning.

Her hand caressed his cheek, speaking softly, “I need you to come back to me, Javi. You were down with the blow job earlier, and now you’re arguing with me, which is so unlike you. Are you just not in the mood? If you really don’t want one, I’ll drop it and make you a nice breakfast instead—all I want is to pamper you.”

“Shit,” he whispered, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, Cielito.” Meeting her eyes. “Of course, I’m in the mood. I don’t know why the fuck I was fighting you on it.” His hands rubbed up and down her arms. “You can blow me. I know you’re really fucking excited about it.”

Frowning, she replied, “I’m only excited if it’s something you’ll be into…”

Javier felt terrible that she was feeling doubtful.

He smiled softly— “Cielito, baby, you gotta know I love when you suck my dick. You give the best fucking blow jobs—it’s something I’m definitely into, and I’d be an idiot to turn one down.” He let out a long sigh. “I just got caught up in wanting to make you feel good, too.”

“I promise, this is one of those times where pleasuring you really does it for me.”

His hands cradled her cheeks, smirking. “Yeah? Turns you on choking on my cock? You want it down your throat, Cielito?”

“God, yes,” she breathed, his cock hardening in his pants.

“You want me to fuck your mouth?” His thumb smoothed over her bottom lip. “Make you gag on it?”

A mischievous smile appeared on her face. “As good as that sounds, I have something better planned,” she purred.

That had him curious.

His eyebrow lifted. “You gonna tell me?”

“Nope,” she replied, sucking his thumb into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, his lips parting at how it had arousal simmering in his gut.

“You’re gonna be a bad girl and keep secrets from me, baby?” he rasped.

She let go of his digit with a wet pop. “I’m going to be very bad, Papí.” His eyes closed as he groaned, smashing his lips to hers in a searing kiss. His hands grabbed onto the globes of her ass, his tongue filthily licking into her mouth, walking her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, wanting her mouth on him as soon as possible.

The backs of your legs hit the bed, his mouth leaving yours to push you to sit on the edge seeing the hard outline of his cock in his dress pants, it stretching up and to the right with his underwear on. He was moving quickly to the garment bag beside you, pulling out the matching navy blue jacket and shrugging it on.

Walking back over, he stood a few steps in front of you so you could see him in all of his suited glory—his face was neutral, his hair dry and perfectly styled, the length on top swooping to the side, his jacket open and a little snug in the shoulders, the crisp white shirt beneath it with the dark red tie on display. He was in a stance, his left hand over his belly, his weight to the right, that hand at his side, seeing it flex with nerves, his hard-on still perfectly visible and trying to break free from the tight confines of his pants.

It was glorious.

Your mouth had fallen open, understanding now why there was a slight change in his demeanor when he put it on—he looked powerful, confident, and had an air to him that he wasn’t someone you wanted to fuck with and definitely didn’t take no for an answer; he got what he wanted. He was giving off major head bitch in charge vibes, and honestly, you were really into it.

A knowing smile crept up on his lips as you stared. “What do you think, mi amor (my love)?” he purred.

“That I’d never be able to work with you because I’d constantly be begging for your dick.”

“Yeah? You gonna beg me to put it in your mouth?” he asked.

His question went straight to your pussy, having to rub your thighs together to ease the ache.

“Maybe.” This look needed to be immortalized, telling him– “Don’t move.” Standing up, you padded some steps over to your dresser to get the Polaroid camera off of it, making your way over to the bed once more and sitting back down.

“Need a picture of me, baby?”

“Oh, yeah.” You said, bringing the camera up to your face, making sure you were getting a full body shot. “This is prime spank bank material.”

“Need a picture of what you do to me?” he asked, the hand on his belly lowering to grab his hard cock through his pants, his hand so big palming it.

“Javi!” you gasped, a smirk on his handsome face as you hit the shutter button, the flash going off, and the camera whirring while spitting out the picture. You were throbbing with need, pulling the photo out and shaking it, setting it next to you on the bed, along with the camera, unable to stay away from him any longer, the teasing too much.

Jumping up to your feet, three strides and your bodies were close, skating your hands up his abdomen under the jacket to his chest, his own gripping your hips.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” you purred, his burning gaze locked on yours, needing to feel more of him—roaming your palms over his back and lower to grab his ass.

“Yeah?” he rasped. “Is it everything you dreamed?”

“It’s better,” you answered, reaching down to palm his dick, stroking him over his slacks, your hand not taking up nearly as much real estate as his did. “Fuck, I love you,” you said, grabbing his tie in your free hand and pulling him in for a heated kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth to slide along yours.

There was an urgency; you’d been fantasizing about this for so long, and he looked so fucking good, the only thing on your mind was getting him in your mouth—guiding him to the edge of the bed, his back to it as you kissed. His belt clinked as you got it undone, your fingers popping open the button on his pants and pulling down the zipper, your lips leaving his to crouch, tugging his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

Javi was chuckling, his head tilted to look at you, resting his hands on his hips. “Didn’t you say you wanted to blow me while I was dressed? You’re taking half of my clothes off.”

His cock had sprung free, it sticking out from under his dress shirt, the tip an angry red and shiny from precum, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah, so I don’t get anything on your pants—things are going to get… messy.”

That earned a raised eyebrow. “What do you mean…?”

You gave him a toothy grin that could rival the Cheshire cat, rising to stand as you said, “You’ll soon find out.” Pressing a hand to the middle of his chest, you pushed him back onto the mattress, the springs complaining under him.

His bare feet were flat on the floor, digging his elbows into the mattress, grunting as he sat up to watch you, his suit jacket wide open, his tie hanging to the left over his torso. He pulled his dress shirt up his belly and out of the way of his dick laying against the trail of hair below his belly button. “I’m really fucking curious about what you’re gonna do to me, Cielito.”

“It’s gonna be a good time,” you reassured, dropping to your knees between his spread legs.

“I don’t doubt that, mi amor (my love).” He had a sweet smile on his face, seeing the trust in his eyes. “But, uh, is it something… new?”

“With all the sex we have—” Taking off your shirt, you threw it haphazardly to the side. “—surprisingly, yes.”

You were thankful for the height of your bed—not too tall, not too short, it was just right to be able to rest your arms on his thighs and hover your head over his groin. You wrapped the fingers of one hand around his length, feeling him hot in your palm and so hard he was like velvety steel. Gathering spit on your tongue, you let it drip onto the tip, spreading it down his shaft with your hand as you slowly pumped him, Javi’s mouth going slack, his gorgeous throat bobbing.

“Mi amor (my love)?” His voice was rough, his pupils blown wide.

“Yes, Javi?” you answered, languidly stroking him.

There was a little smile on his face, and it had you frowning because it was the look he always had when he’d sussed you out.

“You gonna let me fuck your tits?” he asked.

Sighing, your hand paused on his cock. “Detective Peña strikes again—how’d you figure it out?”

It annoyed you how pleased he looked with himself.

“You said you had something better planned than me fucking your face that’s messy and new. Plus, you’ve got me like this.” He nodded at his body.

You thought about it for a second, moving your hand on him again, twisting it on the upstroke to make his breath hitch.

“Okay, I can see how you came to that conclusion, but with those clues, I can think of something else it could’ve been.”

It was his turn to think, seeing the wheels turning in his brain and coming up with nothing.

He swallowed hard. “What…?” he finally asked.

“Me playing with your ass while I blow you.” You shrugged.

His eyes went wide. “My… ass…?”

You were slowly pumping him.

“Yeah? Have you never messed around down there?”

“No…?”

That was honestly surprising with all of his experience. Maybe it just never crossed his mind or wasn’t something he thought to experiment with.

“You’re missing out, babe. It’s literally one of your most intense erogenous zones, and I’ve heard prostate massage makes you come really hard.”

There was a curious expression on his face, seeing the pink of his tongue wet his bottom lip.

“Really hard?” he asked.

You smiled. “Yeah. Want me to test the waters while I’m blowing you? Just some touching.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “I trust you.”

“Great! Good talk—I’m gonna choke on your dick now.”

His chuckle turned into a moan as you took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, your hand working his base while bobbing your head, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Feels so good, Cielito,” he rasped. “So fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

You hummed around him, relishing the salty tang of his arousal, loving the heft of him sliding along your tongue. Your goal was to get him as slick as possible, not caring about the saliva dripping down his shaft and onto your hand.

Coming up, you swirled your tongue around the head, making Javi groan, hearing your wet strokes as you worked him over.

His voice was deeper, huskier, “Spit on it,” he ordered. “Spit on my dick, baby.”

You did as he requested, spitting on the tip. “Yes, that’s it,” he said. “My good fucking girl. It’s yours—this dick is yours, I’m yours.” Your mouth was back on him, moaning at his words, letting him hear how much you were enjoying yourself, squeezing your thighs together to ease your neediness.

Looking at him while your head moved, his face was flushed, sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyes-heavy lidded and dark, his lips parted while he watched you with rapt attention.

“Always hungry for my dick,” he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so fucking good at it.”

Finally, you were taking him further and further into your mouth until he reached your throat, swallowing around him and pushing forward to have his dick sliding easily into the tight space. Your eyes rolled back at how good it felt, him fitting perfectly with your jaw prised open, breathing through your nose, your inner thighs coated in slick.

He sounded wrecked, “Oh, fuck—that’s so good.” The bed jostled as he put all his weight on one elbow to reach a hand toward you, gently caressing your cheek, before moving down to feel himself bulging in your throat. “I love you so fucking much. You’re so fucking good to me, taking my dick down your throat—so fucking beautiful. Fuck, I’m lucky.”

Spit was coating your chin and dripping out of the corners of your mouth, your eyes watering, and you didn’t give a single fuck that you looked like a mess because you were loving every second of this—gulping around him, his cock got harder in your throat, his taste stronger, Javi gasping out, Cielito.

There was something about turning your boyfriend into a proverbial puddle that thrilled you—it was a heady feeling that you were in control of his pleasure and making him feel so good, your body thrumming from hearing his noises and seeing him lose himself.

Your nose was brushing the curls at his base, smelling his musk and your body wash he’d used the night before, getting notes of berries and tangerine—sputtering as you came off of him with a string of saliva and precum, keeping you connected, panting while you caught your breath, your hand wetly stroking him.

Your voice was rough. “How close are you?” you asked.

His eyes were gleaming with devotion, and reverence, his hand cradling your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your wet bottom lip.

“If you take me down your throat again, I’ll come.”

“I need you to tell me if you’re about to, okay?”

“Okay.” He nodded.

“Good boy,” you purred.

His eyes got bigger, his cock twitching in your hand as he breathed fuck, and it had a tingle moving down your spine at his reaction, filing away the knowledge he might also have praise kink for later.

The plan was to get him slobbery, leaning your head over his dick to let another wad of spit fall onto the head, followed by your mouth, keeping your eyes on his while moving up and down his length—a pained expression was on his face, his mouth fell open, a furrow between his brows, his gaze smoldering as he watched. Your hand moved to his balls, fondling the heavy sack while your mouth worked, Javi moaning loudly at your ministrations.

With what you were about to do, you had a slight worry he might come immediately, hoping he’d remember to tell you if he was close to the edge.

She was too fucking good at sucking his dick, the fire in the pit of his stomach growing rapidly with the hot heat of her mouth on him—entranced with how her soft lips stretched around his cock, coaxing him closer and closer to his end, his mind muddled with pleasure.

Fuck, she was gorgeous—he loved her so fucking much.

His body tensed when he felt her slick finger slide between his asscheeks, not knowing what to expect. Sure, he loved playing with her ass, and he’d love a chance to fuck it, but his? It wasn’t something he’d ever been interested in until she talked about how it’d make him come really hard.

Javier was very open about exploring sex—university was a time for him to experiment, even kissing a guy to see if it was something he was into; he wasn’t. He definitely was only attracted to women. So, he was down for Cielito wanting to try something that’d make him feel good.

She touched his tight ring of muscle, running her finger around it, and it felt like he was melting—his body was tingling, his cock jerking in her mouth, squeezing his eyes shut, a wounded noise ripping from his throat while clutching the bedding with his fingers.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, his breathing turning ragged. “Why does that feel so good? Is this what it feels like for you?”

Her mouth left his dick to answer, “Yeah. It’s all the nerve endings, but there’s something you have that I don’t.”

Moving her hand, she used the flat of two knuckles to stroke over the skin between his hole and balls, adding more and more small amounts of pressure— “Jesus Christ,” Javi gasped, his hips bucking. It felt so fucking good. What the fuck. His balls tightened, the heat in his pelvis turning into an inferno, too close to hitting the point of no return. “Fuck, oh fuck, gonna come.” Her hand left him immediately, making him whine at the loss of contact, his chest heaving as he panted.

You’d never been more thankful for all of the anatomy classes you’d taken in college, and Robyn, your best friend, for telling you about the guy she met in San Antonio who liked a finger in his ass when she was going down on him.

Smiling brightly as Javi opened his eyes, you asked, “Good?”

He was nodding, panting while he wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. “Yeah. When we have more time…”

“We will absolutely explore assplay now that it’s on the table.”

Smiling, he replied, “Good, and thank you—learned something new.”

“The student has become the teacher.”

His eyebrow arched. “I haven’t taught you shit.”

“I mean, you’ve introduced me to a lot of new stuff, so you kinda have. You good?”

He needed to adjust how he was sitting, switching the elbow he was putting his weight on, the bed beneath him squeaking softly. “Yeah.”

His cock rested on his stomach, wetting his skin with your spit. You took it in your hand, shuffling closer, rubbing the wet tip over your hard nipple, looking him in the eyes.

“You ready to fuck my tits, Javi?”

“Fuck, yes,” he husked, his eyes so dark barely any brown remained.

He was staring at your chest as you put his dick between your breasts, pressing them tightly together to keep him in place, rising up on your knees and falling back down, feeling him slickly sliding in your cleavage over and over again.

“Fucking love your tits,” he rasped. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, mi alma (my soul).”

His cock was hard against your sternum, the softness of your breasts giving way to his girth, setting a steady rhythm, seeing Javi’s glazed-over gaze locked on what you were doing. You played with your stiff nipples, the sparks of pleasure igniting in your core.

“You gonna come on them?” you breathily asked. “Or in my mouth?”

“Shit,” he groaned. “On them—gonna fucking paint them in my come.”

“Yeah?” you asked, as you kept moving. “You’re gonna come all over my tits? Mark me with it?”

“I am.” He licked his lips. “Gonna make a fucking mess.”

“I want you to come on them—want you to jerk off on me,” you said, lifting up and down.

His breaths were getting shallower, the muscles tightening in his belly, knowing he was getting close.

“Fuck, baby, you want to watch me fuck my hand? Watch how you get me off?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Scoot back, Cielito—gotta stand up, gonna come.”

Letting go of your breasts, you quickly moved back, Javi groaning as he stood up from the bed, one big hand holding up his dress shirt, the other wrapping around his cock, hearing the wet strokes of him pumping it fast. You leaned back a little, sticking your chest out, transfixed with the partially dressed man above you baring his teeth, looking almost angry with the crease between his eyebrows, grunting as he furiously jerked himself off.

You pushed your tits together, looking up at him under your eyelashes.

“You gonna come for me, Javi?” you asked. “I want it—I want it all over me, Papí. Give it to me.”

A pained sound came from him, his eyes closing for a moment.

“God, I fucking love you,” he panted.

You could see the muscles in his thighs tensing, a guttural groan rumbling from his chest as he came, hot ropes of his spend streaking over your breasts and chest.

His hand came to a stop, his shoulders slumping, eyes closed, his body relaxing like he’d been wrung out while breathing hard. His cheeks were stained red, and his forehead was wet with sweat, needing a moment to come down.

You felt amazing, just so happy you got to do everything you wanted this morning, glancing over at the clock on the bedside table to see you were making good time, positive that if there weren’t any delays, he’d be at work right on time.

“Yeah,” you started, breaking the silence while looking down at your chest. “Still definitely prefer cream pies—less messy, but being your little toaster strudel is hot.”

Air loudly left Javi’s nose, it turning into him laughing, your head tilting up to see he had a dimpled grin and crinkles at the edges of his open eyes, looking positively tickled by what you said. It had warmth spreading through your veins, smiling big at him.

It took him some seconds to calm down. Finally, he said, “That was fucking funny.”

“I’m glad I could amuse you.”

“Don’t move,” he said, his body twisting to the side to grab the Polaroid camera off the bed.

“Need a picture of the Jackson Pollock you made on my chest?”

He snorted, holding the camera up to his face. “Need a picture of you being my little toaster strudel,” he answered. The flash went off, hearing the camera whine as it spat out the picture, Javi grabbing it, and setting the device back onto the mattress, the photo he took of you getting set next to the one you took of him.

“You gonna put it with your collection?” you asked. There was a stack of dirty Polaroids in his bedside table, next to his bottle of lube for when he jerked off, which was a very rare occurrence.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, his attention moving back to you. “Fuck, you’re pretty.” Bending a little, he swiped a finger through the mess on your chest, bringing it up to your lips. “Open.”

His order made you clench hard around nothing. Opening your mouth to accept his digit, he pushed it in, moaning at his salty taste as you sucked it clean.

“Good girl,” he rasped, pulling it out. “Your plan was perfect.”

You preened at his words.

“You liked it?” you asked.

“Loved it, Cielito.” His gaze went to his groin. “You were right about it being messy, though.”

His lap was drenched with spit, making you grimace while getting up to your feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” you said, walking over to the little table beside where he slept and getting two small towels out from the stack under it that were specifically for post-sex, taking one to him and using the other to clean yourself up.

“You sure you don’t want to visit me on my lunch?” he asked while wiping himself down. “No sex, just food in my new office.”

“As much as I want to, I actually have plans today,” you answered, your body cleaned off, tossing your dirtied rag into the nearby hamper.

“I thought you took the day off to watch me get dressed…?” He’d discarded his towel into the hamper as well. Watching as he bent down to pull up his pants and underwear, looking at you while he tucked in his dress shirt.

“I did, and to take care of some other stuff.” You waved away the words like they weren’t important.

“What stuff?” he asked, hearing the metal clank as he put on his belt.

“I need to go grocery shopping for some special ingredients because there’s a new recipe I want to make that’s going to take me all day. I wanted you to have a nice dinner after your first day at your new job,” you said, shrugging.

His eyes got big, closing the distance with a couple of steps to crush you into a hug.

“I love you,” he said into your hair.

“I love you, too.” You were rubbing your clean hands up and down his back.

“I don’t deserve you.” He kissed your head.

“Oh, you stop that right now. You more than deserve me.”

He leaned back to look at you, stroking his hands up and down your bare upper arms.

“Thank you for this morning and for whatever you’re gonna cook.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Good way to start your day?”

He smiled. “The fucking best.”

Leaning in, he kissed you tenderly, feeling his love with each press of his lips.

When it ended, he asked, “Can I call you on my lunch?”

“Of course, Javi—I’d love to talk to you,”

His lips lifted in a smile. “Then I’ll call.”

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DRAMIONE FANFICS

[AO3/FANFICTION.NET/TUMBLR]

[BIG 3]

[1]Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

[2]His Little Bird Series by TheWanderersWanderingDaughter

[3]MANACLED by Senlinyu

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>TheWanderersWanderingDaughter AO3 fics

>Senlinyu AO3 fics

>On the Nature of Daylight by ikorous

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>Edge by phantonym

>Dramione fics [GOOGLE DRIVE]

>Dramione fics [GOOGLE DRIVE] Part.2

>The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy Series by speechwriter

> Rights and Wrongs Series by LovesBitca8

>The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon

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>Silencio Series by AkashaTheKitty

>Draco Malfoy, the Amazing Bouncing... Rat? by Maya Mistful

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>Chronos Historia by In Dreams

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leclerckins · 1 year

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masterlist ♡

✧ charles leclerc ✧

✦ social media ✦

✧ one shots

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archie-sunshine · 5 months

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So, What Now?(Rehabili/Cohabi-Tation)

CHAPTER 1: In Which there is an Announcement and an Offer Between Friends Ex-Enemies

FIC TAGS: Eventual Whirl/Cyclonus/Tailgate, Cyclonus/Tailgate, polyamory, slowburn romance, mutual pining, slice of life, fluff, comedy, eventual smut(planned for later chapters), sappy mushy lovey stuff, polycue, May eventually have illustrations

The Lost Light has a brand new universe to explore! But everyone's still tired from the old one! In the interim between wacky hijinks, a solution is offered to those bored to death by peacetime- Why form a club about it or renovate your hab suite of course!

Whirl doesn't know how he feels about all the pep. And even worse, he doesn't know how to feel about Cyclonus and Tailgate wanting him to join in on their clean slate.

Chapter 2 Here! Chapter 3 Here! Chapter 4 Here! Chapter 5 Here! Chapter 6 Here! Chapter 7 Here! Chapter 8 Here!

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Author's Notes: I think about Whirl Cyclonus and Tailgate EVERY DAY. They deserve the world, and so I'm going to give it to them.

“So! As we enter our new universe, and plunge into a world of endless possibility, there’s some important things we’d like to take the time to discuss!”

With a world of infinite possibility and endless promise stretching out before them, one would think- rather one would hope, pray even- that it would be impossible to be bored.

But apparently, once the lost light ripped a hole from one universe to the next, anything was possible. And Whirl was truly, deeply, madly bored. It had only been a deca-cycle and a half since the big jump, and for him, the promise and possibility was waning. It seemed like the crew was set on ‘taking a beat’(ugh) before jumping into anything too risky. Something about healing and resting up after such a climactic series of battles (snore) before running headfirst into more danger. In all honesty, during Rodimus’s disjointed address informing the crew of that matter, Whirl had found it more interesting to do literally anything else.

Like people watching. If there was anything good about the break, it at least gave him the time to take stock of the new energy in the place. There was a denta rotting saccharine cloud of hope and joy in the air. For the first few cycles Whirl had taken part in it as well, the partying, the smiling, the laughing, the dancing, et cetera. But now it was getting a bit old. A bit old was an understatement even.

It seemed like every other bot was hand in hand with someone, or standing a bit too close. Hell even the captain’s balcony reeked of love and joy. Whirl wasn’t a stick in the mud, but it felt like the ~positive and loving vibes~ were pinging off his plating like a constant series of annoying flicks and pokes.

He shuffled a ways back deeper into the crowd, offlining his optic for a brief moment to let the mumbles of the crew wash over him. When he onlined it again, it was in response to a familiar voice-

“Whirl! Hey- Whirl!” Tailgate chirped, waving at the taller bot from his spot sitting next to Cyclonus. They’d been attached at the hip recently, disgustingly cute, a set of words Whirl never thought he’d use in reference to Cyclonus.

Whirl raised his servo, letting him know he was heard as he shuffled on over towards the loverbots. “What’s up?” He asked, cocking his helm and leaning against the wall next to them.

“Isn’t that super exciting- what Rodimus said?” Tailgate whispered, craning up to him. Whirl leaned down a bit to close the distance. Frag it was kinda hard to have a politely hushed conversation with this height difference.

“Huh? The break? That's the opposite of exciting- sitting on our skidplates for ages? Gimme a break.” Whirl snorted, crossing his arms.

Tailgate gave him a confused look. “What- No! He said we could do renovations since there are some empty hab suites- were you paying attention?”

Whirl squinted at him.

Tailgate continued to look confused.

Cyclonus cycled his vocalizer. “I don’t think anyone but you expects Whirl to listen to a speech longer than a klik.” He said quietly, placing a gentle servo on Tailgate’s shoulder pad.

“OH- yeah-” Tailgate nodded quickly, a bit embarrassed. “Right- So you know how there’s less people onboard now than there were at the start-”

“That’s an understatement.” Whirl muttered.

“-There’s like a ton of uninhabited hab suites now, so he said after the whole announcement meeting we could go claim some to make a whole hab UNIT out of if there are any empty ones around us!” He was giving Whirl a look like it was the most exciting thing in the whole universe. Tailgate was. Tailgate who had stuck his finger in the forehead of a tyrannical dictator. Whirl glanced at Cyclonus. Cyclonus gave whirl a meaningful look. The kind that said something like ‘Humour him?’

Whirl nodded slowly. “... And thats… Exciting.” He said.

“SUPER exciting. It’ll be nice to stretch our legs, maybe do some decorating- OH! Hey, aren’t you lonely?” Tailgate cut himself off.

Whirl, taken aback by such an abrupt observation, glanced around. Cyclonus, too, was blinking a bit incredulously at his conjunx. “E-Excuse me??” Whirl asked.

“NO- I mean- y’know- because you don’t have a suitemate-”

“OH! I mean- I wouldn’t put it that way, flying solo suits me just fine.” Whirl shrugged.

Tailgate cycled his optics.

“I’m fine with being on my own, Tailgate, I like having the space.” He said, turning his helm away to scan the crowd.

Out of the corner of his optic, Whirl could see Tailgate turning his gaze to Cyclonus, grabbing his hand. Cyclonus shook his head sagely. He could hear the near silent whirr of them conversing in their heads, trading thoughts so he wouldn’t eavesdrop.

Whirl turned his attention back to the speech.

“-Next on the docket, we turn to Ultra Magnus with some important morale building updates!” Rodimus announced, sweeping a servo out to the larger mech. Whirl sunk back against the wall. Primus, just when I start pretending to care again.

Polite applause filled the room as Magnus took his place at the front of the group. He cycled his vocalizer, lifting up a datapad and beginning to read. “Hello everyone. As you all are well aware, during the past deca-cycle we conducted a survey regarding your thoughts on the brief ‘adventuring hiatus’ as our co-captain has decided to call it.” He began, briefly glancing at Rodimus, who offered a prideful nod at his expert naming strategy. “The results have been published, and your resounding, collective answer was, unsurprisingly, a pervasive feeling of boredom.”

There was a rumble of agreement that rippled through the crowd.

Ultra Magnus nodded, not looking up from his datapad. “As a means of quelling discontentment, we have come to a decision. In the halls and communal spaces within the ship you will now find holoboards which are available for advertisement as part of our new…” He paused for effect. “Communal Bonding and Engagement Initiative.” He paused again, looking out over the confused crowd for an excited reaction. Rodimus threw his servos in the air, giving a big enthusiastic double thumbs up to gesture for more of a response. After a few kliks of murmuring, Rodimus stepped forwards.

“We’re now actively encouraging you to form clubs and/or recreational sports teams! With the new unused space from our uh… lessened crew, we encourage you to begin construction on whatever spaces you might need-” Rodimus explained over a growing, more enthusiastic din.

Whirl glanced around, noting the reaction. Bots glanced around at one another, growing smiles on their faceplates and loudening chatter filling the room as they traded excitement about the idea.

“WITH- Proper clearance and permits-!” Ultra Magnus thundered over the growing noise. Soon enough the room was filled with excitement and chatter.

Whirl rolled his optic. If this was their idea of fun he might just start making problems on purpose. He turned his gaze to the two bots beside him. He had no doubt that Tailgate would be pinging off the walls at this concept- and he was correct, what with the way he was vibrating violently and gripping Cyclonus’s hand so hard it might as well have crumpled like foil. What he wasn’t expecting was the quiet, approving nod that Cyclonus was giving the idea. He wasn’t even doing it for Tailgate’s benefit! Tailgate wasn’t even looking at him for approval!

Magnus had resumed chattering, something about proper procedure for requesting space, and holding a workshop on how to properly take down walls for renovation purposes and Whirl was already bored of it. He was… preoccupied. It was hard to focus on most things for Whirl. But somehow, there was something about Cyclonus and Tailgate’s stupid relationship that held his attention. Maybe it helped that he’d kind of encouraged the two of them together, maybe it was all the gazing at Cyclonus’s constant pining that got him invested. But it was something he couldn’t help but watch.

They were chatting with one another again, meaning Tailgate was babbling faster than Blurr and Cyclonus was gazing lovingly into his optics with an expression like normal energon, rather than the spoiled version he usually looked like.

Whirl vaguely heard the doors of the hall open, and Rodimus eke out another ‘Til all are one!’ over Ultra Magnus’s continued reading of the CBEI rulebook that he had no doubt Ultra Magnus had relished in writing. The room was already starting to empty. It felt like Whirl’s audials were a million miles away, the whole room a little muffled.

Finally, as the room was almost completely empty, Tailgate popped back up onto his pedes, still chatting with Cyclonus.

“-ly if we’re going to grab the rooms around us before someone else gets their servos on them.” Tailgate’s voice came back into focus as he helped Cyclonus up off the bench. Cyclonus chuckled, which might have just sounded like an apathetic grunt to anyone else.

“Aw, slag, everyone’s already got a head start!!” Tailgate wailed, grabbing his own helm with both servos as his optics flashed with despair. He began to jog out the door, rolling into his alt mode clumsily and speeding off down the hall, swerving between bot’s legs and around a corner.

Whirl laughed to himself as he watched Tailgate’s tiny frame disappear off into the ship. “He’s a bit of a servo-full, huh?” He quipped, turning to face Cyclonus.

Cyclonus nodded with a quiet hum. “You’d be too, in his place.” He said.

“What, like I’m not a servo-full now?” Whirl grinned- in his own way. “I could be a bigger pain in your plate than he ever could.” He prodded a claw into Cyclonus’s chest.

Cyclonus raised a brow ridge, folding his arms and cocking his head. “I don’t know, Whirl. You’ve mellowed out from my perspective.” He said in that infuriating tone, humor dry as a desert.

“Mellow? I’d better up my game then.” He sneered, leaning his optic right up to Cyclonus’s head to leer at him. As usual he gave little reaction, gazing off down the hallway Tailgate had escaped to.

“You spend too much time in your hab suite.” Cyclonus didn’t turn his optics to face him. “Even if you had upped your game I’d never have noticed.”

Whirl was quiet for a long moment, turning his helm back down the hall. “... I like the privacy, what can I say?”

“Tailgate was planning on asking you to join us in our ‘soon to be luxury habitation unit’.” Cyclonus stated bluntly. “He said you seemed lonely.”

Whirl’s optic twitched.

“And sad.”

Whirl’s optic narrowed, flicking down to glance at Cyclonus. He was glancing back at him.

“And it was making him feel lonely and sad-”

“I get the picture, Cyclonus.” Whirl snapped.

The two held each other’s sideways glance for another long beat.

“I don’t need Tailgate’s pity, I’m doing just fine. Cool as an ice crystal. Never been better.” Whirl added.

Cyclonus let out a quiet ex-vent, taking a step down the hall. “Think about it. The door’s open to you. You know it is.” He tossed one last look over his shoulder. “And I’m not only saying that on Tailgate’s behalf. I can feel it too.” He opened his intake to continue, but shut it, turning back down the hallway. “It doesn’t suit you.”

Whirl watched the ex-con walk away. That quiet feeling washed in again- Envy? Annoyance?... Longing?- dulling the constant whirr of the ship. Whirl looked down at his servos, clicking his claws together for a moment before glancing around the room.

Yep. Alone again.

He waited until Cyclonus was out of sight before beginning to walk through the ship back towards his hab suite. He noted the new holoboards, currently empty save for the advertisement for Ultra Magnus’s upcoming CBEI workshop. He figured they wouldn’t stay empty for long, there were far too many bots chomping at the bit in that room. They all loved that kind of community, leave it to a bunch of veterans to jump at the opportunity to get back on a team. Whirl liked it just fine on his side of the fence, thank you VERY much. Teams had a habit of… collapsing on him.

He tapped at the buttons of his hab suite, the door sliding open with a quiet whoosh. The lights flickered on over his usual mess. He swiped some junk off his slab and laid down.

After a while of relative stillness the lights flicked off, plunging him back into darkness. He tossed, shifting a bit in an attempt to get comfortable.

He waited.

And waited.

It was always a struggle to recharge. His frame felt restless and wrong. He squished himself into a comfortable enough position and focused on trying to pass out. Counted backwards, counted forwards, replayed the most boring parts of Ultra Magnus’s speeches.

Finally, as he started to power down, he was snapped awake by a tiny bit of text appearing in his comms frequency channel.

A message from someone. Someone who’d signed their words, even knowing that the receiver would know whoever sent it.

TG: Don’t be a stranger! -Tailgate

… Maybe just visiting some time wouldn’t hurt.

#transformers #mtmte tailgate #mtmte whirl #mtmte cyclonus #idw mtmte #mtmte #tf mtmte #mtmte fanfic #my fic #fluff #mtmte fluff #tf idw fanfic #transformers idw #tailgate/cyclonus/whirl #cywhirlgate #cygate #cyclonus #tailgate #whirl

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sourmiguel · 5 months

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truly madly deeply by @evanesdust (wc14608, explicit)

Summary: After years of pining, Stiles was surprised to find out that his crush on Derek wasn't so unrequited.

This little series is very cute and fluff and you should read it.

#fic rec #sterek

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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Masterlist

Welcome to my new and improved Masterlist! My name is Lena and my mission is to keep you up way past your bedtime. Below you’ll find links to the main attractions, including detached character masterlists which will also showcase fics that have yet to be published but are in the works. Be sure to check content warnings (CW) before reading, they can be found at the top of every story.

Currently writing for: Maverick, Hangman, Rooster

Requests: Open but please note that I can’t get to every request!

That's all for now! Please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times and I do hope you enjoy the ride 🫶

Maverick Masterlist

Series:

Freefall

Tailspin (18 Chapters; Complete)

Altitude (13 Chapters; Currently On Hold)

There Are Rules (Ongoing)

One-shots:

Ride of a Lifetime

Rooster Masterlist

Series:

Faking It (8 Parts; Complete)

Rooster's Brood (9 Parts; Complete)

Altitude (13 Chapters; Currently On Hold)

Rooster’s Guide to the Great Outdoors (Ongoing)

Hotter Than Texas (Ongoing)

One-shots:

Show Me

Trying To Study

Movie Nights with Bradley Bradshaw

It Was Always You

No Sex with the Ex

Take Care (Untitled)

Christmas On Deck

A Little Pinch

Truly, Madly, Deeply

The Zipper Incident

Doctor Doctor, Gimme The News

Worst Day Ever

Hangman Masterlist

Series:

Less Talk (Ongoing)

Brother's Best Friend (Ongoing)

One-shots:

Practice Baby

Devil in Disguise

Never Meant To See You Again

Ex Appeal

Extras:

3k Celebration Mini Drabbles

4k Celebration Drabbles

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

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angelasscribbles · 19 days

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Behind Closed Doors Chapter 1: The Invitation

Series: Behind Closed Doors

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for this chapter: Riley x Max, Liam x Max (he hopes)

Word Count: 916

Rating: R for mature themes

Warnings for this chapter: sex is alluded to

A/N: I teased this one a long while back. Finally had some inspiration for it, so here's the first chapter!

A/N2: This story explores a bit of relationship anarchy. Here's a link if you want to learn more.

Series Premise: Six people come together in a kaleidoscope of shifting boundaries.

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley’s eyes widened as her mouth fell open. “Wait…you want me to go to the palace with you?”

“Yeah,” Max nodded, “I need a wingman, Riley, and you’re really good at it!”

“But—”

Max took in her hesitation and a startling thought occurred to him. “Oh! Is this awkward because we…because of…”

“Oh, good god, no!” Riley threw her head back and laughed. It was a full-throated belly laugh. Her hand landed on his bicep as she leaned forward to catch her breath. “I love you, Max. Truly, deeply, madly, but as friends! You know that!”

“I know.” His fingers scratched at the freshly shorn hairline along the back of his neck as a flush raced across his face. “I just wanted to be sure…after what happened last month…”

Riley stepped closer and traced a finger across his lips. “I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He shivered as her touch sent a sliver of desire sparking through him and, without much conscious thought, his arm shot out to pull her in even closer. “Does that mean we can do it again sometime?”

She laughed again as she gazed up into the cobalt-blue eyes that were as familiar to her as her own emerald-green orbs. Max had been her best friend since they met in a ridiculously overpriced private kindergarten.

Neville Van Couer, big for his age and just as disagreeable then as he was now, had yanked Max’s stuffed octopus from his arms and was holding it above his head, taunting him with it.

“Please give back Sir Inks a Lot.” Max’s trembling voice betrayed his fierce determination not to cry. “My mom gave him to me.”

“Oh, are you going to cry, little crybaby? It’s just a stupid toy. I tell you what—”

“Give it back.” A firm, uncompromising voice cut in.

Neville spun to find the interloper. His malicious grin widened when his eyes fell on the slight girl with the wispy brown hair. “And what are you going to do about it if I don’t?”

Without warning or preamble, the girl moved. She darted forward so quickly that Neville had no time to process what was happening. A sharp blow to his stomach sent him pitching forward, grabbing his midsection as the toy was ripped from his grasp.

“Here.” The girl thrust the plushie out to Max.

He wiped the moisture from his tear-streaked cheeks with one hand as he reached out for his beloved Sir Inks a Lot with the other. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She gave him a bright smile that washed all of his sadness away. “My name’s Riley. Want to play with me?”

“We can do it anytime you want.” She assured him. “It’s not like we’re not good at.”

Max smiled at the reference to their romantic and sexual past.

They had lost their virginity to each other in high school and spent six months exploring everything the other had to offer. Then Max had confessed to being bisexual and wanting to explore with other people. Primarily men. His relief when Riley had agreed to break up romantically but remain friends had been overwhelming. She was and remained the closest friend he had.

A month ago, they had gotten drunk and fallen into bed together. It had felt good, comfortable, and familiar. He loved her.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t in love with Liam and that’s why he needed her support at the upcoming Beltane Ball that the palace held every year.

His arms tightened around her. “So to be clear, you know I love you and you’re okay helping me try to get Liam’s attention?”

Her grin widened until her cheeks hurt. “Boy, yes. Did we or did we not discover relationship anarchy at the same time?”

Giddiness crashed through his chest. The idea that you could love people but still remain autonomous was brilliant enough. Add in the deconstruction of things like relationship hierarchy and mono-normativity and, well, it had been paradigm-shifting.

“Okay,” he nodded as relief washed over him. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Riley!”

“I know.” She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips.

He melted against her for a moment, then drew back. Because he had to know for sure everything was okay between them. “Then why the hesitancy when I asked you to go to the ball with me?”

“Because I’ve never been to the palace, silly!” Her family was insanely wealthy, but not noble.

“Oh, yeah!” Max tended to forget the difference in their social status. Mainly because it didn’t matter to him. People were people and titles like Duke and Count meant nothing when it came to what kind of person someone was. After all, Neville was noble.

“Oh, yeah! I mean…what do I even wear? Do I need to know how to curtsy? What if—”

Max cut her off by jerking her back into his embrace. “Don’t worry, padawan. We have two weeks. I’ll teach you everything you need to know!”

“Great!” Riley bounced on her toes, excitement swirling through her midsection.

The palace! What an exciting adventure!

She threw her arms around him. “We could make a week of it! Go into the city. Shopping, dining, museums, the theater….”

He dipped his head toward her, his lips bare inches from hers. “Can we share a room?”

“Oh, we’re going to share a lot more than a room!” she assured him just before their lips crashed together.

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ssentimentals · 2 years

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writing list

hi darling, it's nini here! <3 below are links to some of things i wrote:

member series:

dating vernon feels like.., vernon and his natal chart

dating wonwoo feels like.., wonwoo and his natal chart

dating hoshi feels like.., hoshi and his natal chart

dating seungcheol feels like.., seungcheol and his natal chart

dating mingyu feels like.., mingyu and his natal chart

dating jeonghan feels like.., jeonghan and his natal chart

dating woozi feels like.., woozi and his natal chart

dating minghao feels like.., minghao and his natal chart

dating joshua feels like.., joshua and his natal chart

dating dino feels like.., dino and his natal chart

dating seokmin feels like.., seokmin and his natal chart

dating seungkwan feels like..,

dating junhui feels like.., jun and his natal chart

one-shots:

first kiss - junhui

open your eyes, first crush , make a move (nsfw) - seungcheol

reassurance (nsfw), next to you - wonwoo

change your mind (nsfw), almost is never enough - joshua

(not) the girl's way, never a goodbye - mingyu

labels, crushing doubts - seungkwan

truly, madly, deeply - minghao (nsfw)

like a sunflower - vernon

a pleasant surprise (nsfw) - dino

imagines:

hoshi + confessing, hoshi + cuddling, hoshi + studying

mingyu + late night drive, mingyu + first morning together

wonwoo + gaming

seokmin + dancing in the kitchen

vernon + meeting in the library, vernon + dropping you lunch at work

joshua + prom night, joshua + first morning together

jeonghan + ice skating, jeonghan + teasing him (nsfw)

seungcheol + getting a pet together

jihoon + breaking up (angst)

dino + drunk confession

#i will update this one always as something new appears

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gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley · 1 year

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elle's masterlist 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

about me [ updated: 21/7/23 ]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

° for all my george girlies ᰔᩚ

george weasley ༘⋆

Are You Lonely? [Fluff]

Festive Dreams of Corduroy [Fluff]

One, two, three (Imagine) [Fluff]

The Wrong Twin [Angst to kinda fluff]

O Children [Fluff]

Flight of The Love Letters [Fluff with very brief angst]

That Cold, Wintry Night [Angst. Deadass just angst]

Even After all Those Years (Sequel to: “That Cold, Wintry Night”) [Angst then fluff-ish happy ending!!]

That Fateful Potions Lesson [Fluff]

Georgie’s Little Secret [Fluff, a bit of spicy stuff but nothing too spicy, just some light snogging!!]

Through the Eyes of a Photographer [Fluff, so many affectionate words omg....]

Over [Angst, blurb]

Weasley Mix-Up [Angst to fluff]

The Moon is Beautiful, Isn’t it? [Blurb]

A Winter Persimmon. [Fluff??????]

Owl Love you Forever [Fluff with speckles of angst]

for you. [Angst, blurb]

my wintry man [Angst, blurb]

isn't she lovely? [Blurb]

lover? [Blurb]

drunk [Blurb]

meadow [Poem?]

pining ‘til the end of time [Blurb]

earlessly bloody. [Flangst?]

i finally found you. [soulmates]

i remember [blurb, george pov]

Letters to G. Weasley. [I don't even know what to label this as ]

so how can my day be bad? [ blurb ]

no longer mine. [Angst]

love. [flangst]

The Weasley and his Cafe [cafe au, pining]

Truly Madly Deeply [fluff]

sodding map. [fluff, George being a smitten idiot]

My darling. [blurb, angst, post war mourning, not happily ever after]

her rhinestones, they shine endlessly [fluff kinda]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Series (The Boy and The Magpie) [G.W. x Metamorphmagus!reader] *Discontinued*

The Boy and The Magpie(1) “Magpie Down”

The Boy and The Magpie(2) “Nargles In Your Hair”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[___] With George: A Collection of Headcanons

Slow Dancing with George

Studying with George

Rainy Mornings with George

Christmas Eve with George

Cuddles with George

That Time of the Month with George

Cloud-gazing with George

Sketching with George

Makeover with George

A Picnic with George

Pets with George

Fever with George

Hogsmeade with George

Spring-cleaning with George

Reminiscing with George

Jamming with George

Confessing with George

Cafes with George

Walks with George

Kisses with George

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George Weasley but ... [headcanons]

George Weasley but [1]

George Weasley but [2]

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Stray George headcanons [the plot bunnies I catch and boil alive]

george comforting you in the middle of the night

george braiding your hair

george going through it with you

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

fred weasley ᥫ᭡

what’s wrong, my little firework?

#george weasley masterlist #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #george weasley oneshot #harry potter #harry potter oneshot #harry potter imagine #harry potter masterlist #george weasley imagine #george weasley fluff #george weasley headcanon #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley angst #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley

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