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Thank you so much, dear! This really warms my heart to hear 💕 thank you so much for reading and sharing, it’s really appreciated!

Hey! I really love your Mando fics. Can I request something where the reader is traveling with Din and Grogu on the crest (could be Grogu's babysitter or something) and Din has a huge crush on her and seeing how much she loves grogu makes him want to confess his feelings. Just some nice Mando fluff, can be sfw or nsfw, whatever you feel like. 💕

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲

Thank you for the request! I had so much fun writing this ♡

word count: 5.7k

pairing: Din Djarin x afab!reader

note: Explicit (18+). Smut and fluff. Thigh riding, unprotected P in V (with use of contraception), creampie. Love confessions. The helmet comes off. The Razor Crest lives. No use of (y/n). This has not been beta nor proof read and English is not my native language.

Din’s heart skips a beat at the sight of you. He has tried to fight the feelings he has developed for you, convinced himself that his feelings aren’t truly as deep cutting as they feel. Tried to be content with the time you would spend with him and Grogu before you eventually would move on and he’d be left with the memories and the fantasies of how it would have been if you had really been his. The sight of you and Grogu is almost too much for him, and it makes it very hard for him to not just give up everything and tell you how you make him feel. Your features are highlighted by the silvery moon light that is shining down from the night sky.

You are beautiful.

Din had thought so from the moment he first saw you. But now, after you have travelled with him and Grogu for almost a year and he has gotten to know you, really know you, ‘beautiful’ simply doesn’t cut it anymore. The word in basic is feeling too banal, too trivial, to describe the true beauty of your being. You are the most beautiful person Din has ever known and he is confirmed in this by you every day.

The way you smile up at him when you walk side by side in a crowded market when you’re on supply runs, always insisting on finding a treat or a new toy for Grogu. The way you always greet Din so happily when he comes back from a hunt, like you truly are happy to see him again, like you have actually missed him… How you will always make sure he is okay and hasn’t been hurt, and how you will insist on helping patch him up on the occasions he is. The feeling of your soft hands delicately placing a bacta patch on his bare shoulder a few weeks ago is still burnt into his skin… The way you take such good care of his son, you look at Grogu like he is the one who hung every moon and every star in the galaxy. The kindness and beauty of your soul is truly bewitching. Maybe that is why he started calling you mesh’la.

The first time it had just slipped out. It was a couple of months ago. He had come back from a hunt late at night, tired and muddy. For a short moment, Din had felt like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs by the sight he had found. There you were, so lovely, so beautiful, fast asleep on his bunk with a sleeping Grogu curled up beside you, his little green fist closed around one of your fingers.

Din’s heart had yearned by the sight. The feelings you and Grogu are bringing to him are new territory for Din. He has never wanted anything like this before, or at least never let himself admit that he does. But you and Grogu make it impossible for Din to keep lying to himself. The kid is under his care, under his protection, and from the moment he chose the armour instead of the sabre and came back to Din, his ad'ika. Din and Grogu are a clan. A clan of two. A clan that Din wishes was a clan of three.

He had been quiet when he started to walk off to the cockpit, something he usually was good at, but you had stirred awake anyway, like your sleeping subconscious had felt his presence. You lifted your head from the pillow, sleepily blinked until your eyes had found him.

“You’re back.” You had said, your voice had been a little hoarse from sleep, but still as sweet as usual, a tired smile had painted your face as your eyes had found the dark T of his visor.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He had said, but you had just shaked your head and hugged Grogu close against you. Oh, how Din had wished he could have crawled into the bunk and joined the two of you.

“Are you okay?” You had asked, just like you always do after he comes back from a hunt.

“Yes, I’m okay.” He had reassured you before continuing. “Go back to sleep, mesh’la.”

He has never told you what it means and a part of him feels guilty about that. Maybe you wouldn’t like to be called that by him. You are technically his employee, even though the lines between you feel pretty blurry by now. An undefinable bond has been built between you, Grogu and Din. Maybe it is the small proximity there is forced upon the three of you, due to the size of the Razor Crest. Or maybe it is due to the undeniable connection there has been between you and Grogu from the beginning, but your presence on the Crest feels too domestic, too loving, for you to simply be Grogu’s nanny.

Din has felt feelings this past year that he has not been acquainted with before. Desire, jealousy, a desperate yearning, all fairly foreign to him until you had entered his life. It is an emotional disruption he hasn’t felt since Grogu had come into his life.

When Grogu had come crashing into his life it had been an upheaval beyond anything Din could ever have imagined. He was so used to not having anyone around, let alone a small child that was so dependent on him. It had been confusing and foreign, but Grogu had climbed into his heart and carved out a space there. A space that Din never wants to become empty again.

Din had never been aware of how lonely he actually had been before Grogu. It had been a hard realisation, but he couldn’t deny it any longer, especially when he thought that he had lost him. Forget hunting bounties and fighting ferocious creatures, handing his foundling over to the Jedi was the hardest thing Din has ever had to do. Din had ended up caring more for Grogu than he had ever thought possible, he had removed his helmet for his foundling, the little green child had given din a whole new purpose in life.

And now Din is a changed man. Grogu has changed him, down to the very atoms of his DNA. Din had never thought he would have what he now has. He had been settled with the way his life had been- lonesome and brutal, in order to support his covert and give back to the Mandalorians that had taken him in, or he had at least used to think so…

But seeing you now, there is really no way of running from his feelings any longer. You are gently bouncing Grogu on your hip as you point out a constellation for him, but the youngling seems to be more interested in playing with the hem of your tunic than looking at the stars over your heads. The silver light from the planet’s moons illuminates you and bathes you in the shine.

Din had landed the Crest on the little planet not even twenty minutes ago and even though it was past Grogu’s bedtime you had insisted on letting him have a couple of minutes in the fresh air before putting him down for the night. Din had not objected, the three of you had been in space for almost a week straight so a little moonlit night stroll before bed had sounded tempting.

A light breeze sweeps over you and Grogu lets go of your tunic to instead nuzzle himself close against your chest as he lets out a cute little yawn. You let out a low chuckle before looking up at Din and his heart skips a beat for the second time this night. The stars are reflecting in your eyes and you have a sleepy smile on your lips.

“I think it is time to get our little one here back to his bed.” You chuckle while you hitch Grogu up a little higher on your hip.

‘Our little one…’

Our!

Dear Maker how Din wished that you had meant it in the way he secretly yearns for.

“Yeah, let’s head back to the ship, mesh’la.”

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Grogu is sleepily blinking his big eyes up at you as he slowly snoozes off in your arms. You let out a content sigh as you plant a kiss on top of his little green head before carefully placing him down into his little hammock. The sound of his small soft snores echoes through the little sleeping chamber. You are never gonna get tired of this. You smile down at the little sleeping figure as you back away, turning the switch for the door to give the youngling peace to sleep.

You look around the hull for Din, but you don’t find him so you climb up the ladder to the cockpit where you find him sitting in the pilot chair. He looks like he is lost deep in his thoughts, looking out through the window at the night dark meadow where he had docked the ship.

“Hey.” You say as you approach him, sitting yourself down in the passenger seat next to him.

“Hi.” He says without looking at you.

A silence falls over the cockpit, not necessarily an uncomfortable one, but it does feel loaded with something you can’t really put your finger on. Din had been silent for the entire walk back to the Crest and you wonder if something is bothering him. Maybe he is just tired. You had told him to take the bunk tonight when you made it back to the ship, but he had refused. You were supposed to be taking turns sleeping in the bunk under Grogu’s hammock, but it has been weeks since Din has slept in it and wasn't like he did it often before that. You feel bad about it, his back must be killing him after all these nights on the hard mat on the floor.

“Din is-” You lean forward in the passenger chair, leaning slightly towards him to try and catch his attention. “Is something wrong?”

He finally looks away from the window and turns his helmet towards you, and despite only being met by the dark visor of his helmet you just know that his eyes under it are locking with yours. The thought of that always sends a little shiver through you. You know that you shouldn't think about it. Maybe it is wrong, an insult to his creed, but you can’t help but fantasise about the man he must be underneath all the beskar. He is handsome, that is for sure. It doesn’t even matter in what way, it is deeper than that. He is a handsome person no matter what he actually looks like under the helmet and armour. You have seen some of him in glimpse. A bare hand as he removes a glove to get a better grip on as he fixes a clasp on a crate, or the time he had gotten hit in the spot between two pieces of armour and you had helped him getting it bandaged. His face is still a mystery to you. It is a little weird not to know what he looks like, especially considering that you have fallen in love with him.

You had not meant to fall in love with the Mandalorian. You had tried to fight it, but it was a fight you had no chance of winning. You know that you are being silly, but you sometimes get the idea that he might feel something for you too. It also doesn’t help that you have ended up loving Grogu as much as you do. You don’t think you could love him more if he had been your own. It is kind of scary, the thought of the day din decides he doesn’t need you anymore. That your feelings for Din never will be reciprocated hurts, but you will be able to get over it with time, but the day you will have to get separated from Grogu… Oh, that day is going to kill you.

“No, mesh’la nothings wrong.” Din shakes his head, he isn’t looking at you anymore, back to looking out at the night. “I was just lost in my own thoughts.”

“Oh, okay...”

You sit in silence for a little while, you don’t know if you should go and let him be alone with his thoughts or if you should break the silence. You are just about to open your mouth to say something, what you don’t even know, but the silence feels too much. Din beats you to it though.

“The kid, he uhm…” His voice is much softer than usual, almost close to a whisper. “He really likes you.”

“Well, I really like him too.” You say, you can’t help the soft smile spreading on your lips.

“I’m glad you do, mesh’la…”

“You know… You keep calling me that, but you have never told me what it means.”

“I guess I haven’t…” His voice is low and a little shaky through the modulator.

You don’t know what it is with him tonight, but something feels different.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your fluttering heart. “Are you gonna tell me?”

He freezes in the chair, sitting more still than usual, if that is even possible. He is almost reminiscent of a statue. The silence builds, and you begin to regret that you asked. The air between you feels charged, but you can’t figure out with what. It feels like whatever his answer is gonna be it is gonna fundamentally change something between you. You are starting to think that he is going to ignore your question when he finally breaks the silence.

“Beautiful.” His voice sounds a little weak, almost like he regrets telling you, but he continues in a more confident tone. “It means beautiful.”

Beautiful… He’s been calling you beautiful all this time? The word always falling so naturally from his lips, soft and earnestly.

The rapid beats of your heart against the restraints of your ribcage thumbs loudly in your ears. You can’t believe what he just said. He is finally looking back at you again, but any signs of what he is feeling are hidden behind the dark reflection of the visor.

“You call me beautiful?”

“Yeah, I do… Trust me, if anything or anyone has ever deserved to be called that, it is you.”

You can not believe that this is really happening, is there really a chance that he might feel the same as you?

“I don’t know what to say.” You say, the hope that has bloomed in your chest is scaring you.

“You don’t have to say anything. I actually would prefer it if you don’t… I’m sorry if I have made you uncomfortable.” He stands up from the chair, turning his back to you.

“Din please don’t go…” You grab his wrist before he can get to the ladder and disappear down the hull. “Din, I need you to tell me how you feel, please… I need to know.”

“Dank farrik.” He curses under his breath and turns around to face you again. “I don’t know how to do this…” He shuffles anxiously from one foot to another.

It is always so surprising to see Din like this, the usual confident and stoic bounty hunter all anxious and nervous, but you have seen it a few times before. He might be a tough and hardy bounty hunter, but put the man in a social setting and he can get nervous. But this is a whole new level.

“Grogu he…” He pauses, the sound of his breath sounds shaky through the modulator of his helmet. “He means the world to me. I love him, he… he is mine. I never thought that I would have that, my life was never set on that path, I didn’t think I was ever meant to be anyone’s buir, but… now I can’t imagine my life without him in it. It was hard for me to accept that I wanted someone around, but I couldn’t deny it any longer.”

His words come out with so much emotion, you have never heard him like this before. You know that he loves his son, he shows that every day, but hearing him say it like this… The rawness, the emotions. Your vision starts to turn blurry as the tears start to build in the corner of your eyes. You want to be a part of that love so bad.

“What I’m trying to say is…” He takes a shaky breath through the modulator, his shoulders are tense under the shoulder plates of his armour and his gloved hands are curled into tight anxious fists. “Now I can’t imagine my life without you in it either.”

“Oh…” Your lips part, you are founding yourself dumbfounded. Is this really happening?

“I want you to be a part of my life, both our lives…” He is actually shaking as he tells you this. “I don’t want to just be a clan of two anymore… I want you mesh’la.”

You suddenly understand. The way you will sometimes worry that he is avoiding you, or how you sometimes feel like your presence is making him uncomfortable. It makes sense now, you rise from the chair and close the distance between the two of you. You search for the eyes under the helmet, even though you can’t see them you want him to know that you are looking at him - the man and not the Mandalorian. You realise how hard this must be for him, he has been hidden away for all of his adult life, physically, but emotionally too. You reach out for him, placing your palms on the sides of his helmet.

“Din…” You start out, it is probably just something you imagine, but it is like you can feel the heat of his skin through the beskar on your hands. “You already got me. I’m already yours.”

“Really?” It is Din’s turn to sound like he doesn’t believe what he is hearing.

“Yes, Din.” You can feel the tears sliding down your cheeks now, and you can’t keep the grin off your face as you nod up at him. “I’m yours, okay. Yours and Grogu’s.”

“And we are yours... Kriff, mesh’la I’m all yours.” He gasps through the modulator. He rests his forehead against yours, the coolness of the beskar is feeling nice against your warm skin. You stand like this for a moment, simply enjoying the intimacy of the closeness, your hands cradling his helmet and his resting on your hips. The silence stretches until Din finally breaks it.

“I want to kiss you so badly.” He confesses.

“I know.” You say, but you know that he can’t and that is okay. You have accepted that things with him are going to be different than it would have been with others, so the shock you’re feeling when a loud hiss is echoing off the durasteel walls is big. You squeeze your eyes tightly shut without even thinking about it. Your hands land over your closed eyes, like an extra protection to make sure you don’t see him.

“What are you doing?!” You shriek as you hear the loud thud of beskar landing on the metal floor. Din has removed his helmet! He didn’t even give you a warning so you could close your eyes before, you had been quick so you haven't really seen him just gotten a quick blurry peek.

“Open your eyes, mesh’la.” His voice is so low and soft, it is so close to a whisper, you almost miss it. His fingers brush against your hands to make you remove them from your eyes. His bare hands, you notice, and the skin on skin contact makes a hot shiver run down your spine. “Please.” He adds.

You can’t believe this. First you learn that he has been calling you beautiful for months, then he tells you that he wants you to stay with him and Grogu and now… Now Din is helmetless in front of you and he wants you to see him?

“Are you sure?” You stutter.

“Yes, mesh’la.” This time he speaks with his whole chest, like he has never been more sure about anything in his life. The sound of his voice without the modulator of his helmet hits your ears and you feel like you might cry. It’s deep and rich, reminding you of the sonorous melodies played on a f'nonc horn.

You inhale a shaky breath before removing your hands from your eyes and slowly blinking them open. And there he is. Din Djarin, your Din Djarin, staring back at you. You let out a little gasp as you take in the sight of him. You can’t believe that this is what he has been hiding all this time. You knew you would like the way he looked, because it would be him, but the reality is still exceeding all expectations you had. Din Djarin is gorgeous. The brown hair, that curls up at the ends, matches the colour of the irises of the prettiest most soulful eyes you have ever seen. His strong jaw is covered with a short, slightly patchy, beard that frames his face nicely. A moustache is framing his mouth. A mouth with the most kissable lips you have ever seen.

Another long silence breaks out between you, both of you are shocked by the situation.

“Hi…” He finally says and it is all that you need to break out of your haze.

“Hi.” You smile at him, maybe the brightest smile of your life.

You reach out for him, you need him closer.

“Do I disappoint?” He asks, but he is smiling too now.

“Hell no.” You shake your head with a laugh, the thought of this face disappointing anyone is an absurd idea.

“You’re beautiful.” You whisper, your hands find his hair, wrapping your fingers in his soft locks. He leans his forehead down to rest against yours again. It had felt good before, but this - his skin against yours, oh that is heaven. The two of you stay like this for a while, enjoying the affinity between you.

“What about that kiss?” You finally say and it is all he needs to hear. His lips crash onto yours. It is like a switch has been turned, the softness from before replaced with an intense hunger. The kiss is heated and needy, like he is desperate to taste you, wanting to map out every corner of your mouth. His hands are on your hips, a tight grip as he pushes you closer against him.

You gasp into his mouth as you feel the solid curve of his bulge press against your pelvis. It is sending a warm shiver through you that settles in your lower stomach. You press yourself into him, slightly grinding your hips against his clothed cock which pulls a low groan out of him. His broad hands squeezes your hips, guiding your rhythm as you rock against him.

“Do you really want this?” You ask him

“More than anything.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “Do you?”

“Yes!” You nod wildly. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as badly as I want you.”

Your confession makes him let out a deep groan from deep within his throat, it makes a new shiver run through you. His fingers find the hem of your pants which he starts to slide down your legs. You take over, kicking the garment of your legs as you push him towards the pilot’s chair.

“Sit.” You command. You don’t know what it is, you are usually not the commanding type, but you are feeling wild tonight, drunk off of Din’s lips.

Something flickers in Din’s eyes at your sudden bossy tone. “Yes, ma’am.” He mutters as he sits back in the seat, his strong thighs spread out and a cocky smile on his lips. Fuck, he is going to be the death of you aren’t he?

You take a second to enjoy the view, before walking over to him, stepping between his thighs. Your hand lands in his hair as you look down at him through hooded eyes.

“Come here, mesh’la.” He whispers as he reach out for you, gripping your hips and pulling you closer. You lift your leg over him, straddling his broad lap.

He groans at the pressure, as you start to rock your clothed cunt against his muscular thigh. You suspect that he can feel the warmth of your dampness through the fabric. Din adjusts his hold on your waist, helping you set a rhythm as he begins to move your hips. He is moving you slowly at first, but the eager sounds you’re letting out is quickly making him pick up the pace. You purr out his name as you feel his thigh flex under you.

“Kriff… Doing so good for me, mesh’la.” Din curses under his breath. “Looking so pretty.”

“Mmm..” You hum out, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you keep grinding against him until you can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, Din, I...” You whine, feeling the fabric of your panties getting gradually more and more damp against him.

“I need you, Din” You remove your head from his neck so you can look deeply into his eyes. His brown eyes are burning you, his hands coming to a still.

“Okay, yeah…” He nods at you, his pupils are blown wide and a flush is covering his cheeks. “Ne-need you too, mesh’la.”

His eyes are still locked with yours as he moves you, making you lift yourself up from him so he can start on removing some of his armour plates. You use the time to get rid of your tunic, leaving you in only your bra and panties. He ends up removing most of his armour, leaving him warm and soft for you.

He pulls you down on him again, connecting your lips once more as his hand dives down to your panties, sliding his fingers under the hem and finding your clit which he begins to stroke with slow, firm circles after coating his digits with your wetness, making you moan into the kiss.

“Fuck, mesh’la, you’re so wet. All soaked, just for me. My sweet, sweet girl.” He whisper against your mouth.

He keeps circling your clit with one hand, setting a faster pace as his other hand finds your breast, squeezing it gently through your bra, making you let out another desperate moan. Your hands find the clasp at your back, fingers fumbling slightly from eagerness as you open the latch before zealously removing the item from your body. Din lets out a pleased groan as your exposed breasts appear. His free hand, that isn’t occupying your clit, eagerly kneads the soft plumpness of one of your tits before taking its nipple between his fingers and gently twisting it.

“Oh, fuck… Fuck, Din, I…” You whine out, feeling your orgasm approach. You don’t think you have ever felt it come this early before, but he has you so riled up.

“I know baby, I know.” He encourages. “You can mesh’la, you can come for me.”

It is all you need to hear, the last string that holds you together gets cut and the warm euphoric waves of pleasure wash over you. His name is falling from your lips over and over again as you ride out your orgasm.

“Did that feel good?” He asks you with a kiss to the top of your head when you’ve finally come back down from your high and now has relaxed into him.

“So good.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He says and you can hear the smile in his voice without even looking at him.

“Wanna make you feel good too.” You say letting your fingers find his cheek and gently stroke his cheekbone. “Want you inside me.” You feel how his cock twitches underneath you from your confession.

“You sure mesh’la?” He asks, placing his hand under your chin to gently holding your head up as he look deeply you in the eyes for your answer.

“Very.”

“Okay.” He hums, pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips, but it very quickly turns heated.

Your hands reach down between you, finding the buttons of his pants which you quickly begin to unbutton. The angle is slightly awkward, but you manage to get the last button undone without breaking the kiss.

Din taps your thigh to make you step back for a second so he can pull down his pants and free his cock. Your eyes widen at the sight. You had gotten the idea that he was big from what you had felt when you grinded against his bulge, but nothing could prepare you for the view that met you. He is big. His cock is throbbing and thick, laying heavy against his stomach, the tip is already dripping with precum and you feel your mouth water by the sight.

You slide your panties to the side as you readjust yourself, and start to slowly sink down on him. You’re really taking your time, both so you can adjust to the imposing size of him, and so you can enjoy the sounds he’s making for you as you slowly take more and more of him, until you finally are taken the entirety of him.

“You are so perfect…” He sights. “Cyar'ika you have no idea…” He adds before he starts on leaving hot kisses up and down your neck.

‘Cyar'ika.’ Another word you don’t know the meaning of, but you are too far gone in your shared pleasure to stop up and ask him the meaning.

The two of you sit like this for a little while, letting you adjust to him, but you soon can’t take it anymore, you need some movement.

You lift yourself a little from the chair before sinking back down on him, making Din choke on a throaty moan. His hands stay on your hips, as you begin to bounce on him in a slow, but steady rhythm, but he occasionally slips them down to your ass, squeezing the soft plum skin with his broad hands. It makes you go wild. You pick up your pace.

“Dear, Maker…” You gasp “Din, you’re feeling so good.”

“You too, mesh’la. So fucking tight.” Din praises, lifting you up with his strong arms and pulls all the way out of you before slamming back into you, filling you up again. “So warm, so perfect.”

His hips now meet yours with every bounce as he thrust up into you, burying himself so deep inside you it has you bite down hard on your lower lip to not scream loudly and wake up Grogu. The sound of Din’s heavy balls slapping up against your wet cunt, as well as the loud creaks of the chair, is echoing from the walls and it is honestly the hottest thing you have ever heard. Your arms have begun to shake as your grip on the armrest of the chair is getting tighter and tighter. You keep bouncing up and down on him as you feel your second climax getting nearer and nearer.

“Oh, kriff… Mesh’la you’re so tight.” He groans through gritted teeth.

“I… I won’t last much longer.” He warns. His thrust falters a little as he gets closer and closer to his release.

“It’s okay, you can come, baby…” You pant out. “Please come for me, Din”

He let out a throaty groan at your encouragement.

“I have an implant.” You add. “Please, I want to feel you inside of me.”

You pull his face up to you, kissing him hard. Your lips connected passionately as you both get pushed over the edge. His fingers dig into your hips as he comes, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer.

You moan out his name, as your walls clench down around his cock. You feel how his dick twitches inside you as he comes undone. The warmth of his release coats your inside, and you dote on the feeling of being filled by him, milking every drop of his release as he keeps pumping into you, fucking his cum deep into you. You feel like the two of you have melted together as you both ride out your climaxes. Tears of pleasure are wetting your eyes. You have wanted him for so long, never thought that you would have him, never thought that he would feel the same as you.

You find his lips again, kissing him as you both ride out your climaxes. He hums content into your mouth and you can feel the smile on his lips. His hands are leaving your waist and he is instead cupping your cheeks, gently holding your face and the rough and heated atmosphere is soon turning soft.

“Are you okay?” He asks while caressing your cheek with light strokes of his finger pads.

“Yes.” You assure him with a small smile. “More than okay.”

He smiles back at you. He has the prettiest smile in the galaxy you decide. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, mesh’la.”

You don’t know the meaning of his words, but they fall from his lips with such warmth and care that you it has your heart flutter with warmth in your chest.

“What does that mean?” Your voice is nothing but a whisper.

“I will know you forever.”

“That is beautiful.”

“It’s…” He looks into your eyes, the deep mahogany of his irises make your heart clench. You can’t believe that these are the eyes that has been looking at you from under the helmet all this time. “It’s how we tell people we love them.”

“It is…?”

“Yes.” He nods. “I love you, mesh’la.”

He loves you… Din Djarin loves you.

“I love you too, Din.” You say before connecting your lips again in a long passionate kiss. “You and Grogu.” You add when you eventually have to pull away for air.

He smiles at you as his eyes are filling with grateful tears. You, Din and Grogu – a little clan of three.

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Ahh, I’m so happy to hear that! <3 I have to get back to this soon cause I miss Javi and this series so much. Thank you so much for reading and sharing, dear 💕 and of course you can get added to the tag list 💕

Dreaming of You - Chapter five

Chapter title: I Get High On Your Memory

summary: An otherwise depressing night takes a turn when a pair of warm brown eyes belonging to a charming stranger lock with yours. Years later, at a different time of your life, a certain pair of brown eyes find their way back into your life.

word count: 3.9k

rating: E

pairing: Javier Peña x afab!reader

note: I'm sorry It took way longer to come out with this chapter than I had planned. I already have a good chunk of the next chapter written so hopefully there won't go so long between chapters again, but I am so happy to be back at it again. No use of (y/n). This has not been beta nor proof read and English is not my native language.

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…I get high on the memory that you sent through me

I get high remembering how good you feel

I deliberately think of you

And every little thing you do

I get aroused, high on the cloud whenever I want you…

Javier’s thoughts are all over the place as he leaves the bookstore. Of all the women his dad could have been talking about when he said that a woman working in the little charity bookstore on Main Street had mentioned that she had met him he would never have guessed that it was going to be you. He is a little surprised that you even remember him, but he can’t help but feel glad that you do, cause he sure hasn’t forgotten you.

He actually remembers you better than he probably should. He had gotten himself off to the memory of you multiple times after your night together. It had been a good night, and there was no doubt that he found you very attractive, but there was something more to it, something about that short encounter with you back in 92’ that had stuck with him. There was just something about that night with you that had been different, maybe it was because he had just been Javi that night. He had been agent Peña for so long at that point…

And now you live here in Laredo, married to Bruce fucking Price of all people, looking just as beautiful as he remembers you. Javier doesn’t know what to think about all this, or if he even should think anything about it. He doesn’t actually know you, after all.

He knows Bruce Price though. He went to school with him. They had never been close, ran in different crowds, but they had been on friendly enough terms. Javier shakes his head, pulling out a cigarette and his lighter, placing the cigarette between his lips. It’s too fucking early but he suddenly feels desperate for a drink. He sighs at himself before cupping his hand around the unlit cigarette, flicking his lighter as he sucks fire into the tobacco, letting the smoke escape through his nose with a deep sigh.

—

You roll into your driveway a little after noon, your shifts at the store are never long. You are still feeling a little shell-shocked by the encounter with Javier this morning. You don’t know how you’re feeling, or even how you should be feeling so you decide to try and not think about him, even though it is difficult. You lock your car and rush inside, it’s boiling outside and you could use something cold to drink. You pour yourself a tall glass of lemonade from the fridge before going outside to the backyard patio, to drink your lemonade and smoke, the book you’re currently reading tucked under your arm. Bailey follows you and lays down at your feet. You smile at her, and she soon starts to snore softly, the heat always tiring her out.

You start reading, but you have a hard time concentrating, you keep reading the same paragraphs over and over and your book is soon discharged. You instead look out over your backyard, you had no prior experience with gardening but you are proud of the few things you have managed to plant. Your eyes land on the tall sunflowers that are gently nodding their big, yellow flowerheads in the mild wind. They are your pride and glory and the first thing you knew you wanted to plant when you moved into the house. You have always loved sunflowers, but now all they do is remind you of Javier again.

You sigh as you ash your cigarette, so deeply lost in your thoughts that you don’t hear the car pulling up in your driveway or the front door opening. You jump a little in your seat as you are being pulled out of your daze by Bruce’s voice as he steps out on the patio. It is way too early for him to be home, he is usually earliest back around five or six in the afternoon, often first coming back home way later, you get worried that something has happened, but he doesn’t look distressed in the slightest.

“Hey, honey.” He says as he walks over to you, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“Hi, you’re home early.” You say, looking up at your husband.

“Yeah, but I will have to go back to the office again. We are having some problems with some of the associates in London, so I will have to stay late tonight. I will probably first come home after you have gone to bed, so I thought I would come home and have lunch with you, you haven’t eaten yet have you?”

“Oh…” You are sad to hear that he has problems at work and that he has to stay late in the office, but it is not unusual, your husband seems to be constantly busy with work. “You should have called before you left, I could have gotten something ready for us.” You say, but he just shakes his head.

“Nah, I wanted to surprise you, besides I picked something up on the way, your favorite.”

You smile up at him, it is moments like this that you remind yourself that your life here in Laredo isn’t all that bad. “Sounds good.” You tell him with a smile.

“Come on, let’s eat, I have about an hour before I’ll need to drive back.” He says, reaching out his hand for you to help you up from the patio floor.

You are soon sitting around the dinner table, takeout boxes between the two of you as you eat your lunch.

“How’s your day been?” Bruce asks you as he pours himself some water.

“Oh, you know, uneventful like always.” You say, feeling a knot in your stomach, your day has not been as uneventful as always, you are once again reminded of your meeting with Javier, but you act like nothing. It should not have been an eventful meeting, it is only your silly mind that makes it into a bigger deal than it is.

“I feel like that is always what you answer.” Bruce says as he sets his water down.

“Well, my days just happen to be uneventful, what do you want me to say?” You say it casually, but you suddenly feel defensive, he knows that you don’t have much going on here, and you really don’t know how he expects you to give him a different answer with how your life is, he is the one who always shuts the idea of you getting a ‘real’ job down. You know that your life isn’t exciting, you are the one living it after all. You don’t want to admit it to him but you are bored, but most of all, you are lonely. It is something you are often trying to hide from him, but it is something that you are feeling on a daily basis. You don’t get to see your husband much and you don’t have any friends here, still the outsider.

It is scary how slowly time passes when you’re feeling lonely. It feels like all you do these days, besides your few hours at the bookstore and your daily walks with Bailey, is sit at home, reading or listening to music, waiting for Bruce to come back home while you smoke too many cigarettes just to try to keep the dark, gloomy feeling of loneliness at bay but with little success.

This hour with him, which should be a nice little moment together, somehow managed to be twisted into you feeling sad again. You know that he didn’t have any bad intentions when he said what he said, but his words still manage to hurt you. That's the thing with Bruce, he will say things that hurt you, but then you will feel bad for feeling hurt because you know that he never means to hurt you on purpose.

“I don’t know…” He just says, before strategically filling his mouth with food, so as to not have to come up with a better answer.

The two of you continue eating in silence for a while after this. You hate how quickly the mood has changed, you are still feeling sad and slightly hurt but you try to push through, forcing a smile on your face.

“At least lunch was a nice surprise.” You break the silence. Bruce smiles immediately at your words like the tension from before had never happened.

“I’m glad.” He says, extending his hand over the table for you to take. You sigh mentally, but you take his hand nevertheless, trying your best to smile back at him.

“Listen, I promise that I’ll get home early tomorrow, and then I’m taking you out to dinner and we will have a lovely evening, okay?” He says as he gives your hand a little squeeze.

“Okay.” You say. That actually sounds really nice, and now you are back to feeling bad for getting upset. “I just… I just feel lonely, that’s all.” You admit, feeling the familiar sting in your eyes that warns that tears are pressing on, you hate how weak your voice is as you say this, but it feels so good to finally say it out loud, a few tears falling from your eyes.

He squeezes your hand again. “It looks like I will have to fly over to get this problem fixed, that was actually what I wanted to tell you over lunch, but I promise that I will try and be home more after I come back again, okay?”

“Okay.” You say, a little sad that he has to leave you again so soon after you have admitted to feeling lonely, but you also know that it is his job and even though he surely could get someone else to do it he’d rather do it himself. You will take what you can get.

—

Javier removes his dusty boots before stepping through the screen door and into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, which he quickly downs, setting the now empty glass down on the counter before walking into the living room. He throws himself down into one of the comfy armchairs with a sigh, rubbing his hands over his face before fishing out his lighter from his pocket, he absentmindedly starts to click it on and off, the little orange flame disappearing and reappearing again and again. He has just finished his work on the ranch for the day, feeling tired and worn out.

He is alone in the house, Chucho left in the morning for an overnight fishing trip with some of his old fishing buddies. It is weird, Javier has never had a problem with being alone before, but Colombia must have changed him. The ranch house feels too big when it’s just him–nothing to distract him from his own thoughts now that the work for the day is done.

Now his thoughts get to run wild, and since he saw and talked to you yesterday, they keep coming back to you. His thoughts keep circling back to your night together. The memory of how sweet and peaceful you had looked when he had walked back into your bedroom and found you already asleep after you had slept together. He remembers how badly he had wanted to crawl into the bed and lay down next to you and let sleep overtake him too.

He had not done that though, instead, he had sneaked out, leaving you without even as much as a goodbye, it was not because you didn’t deserve a goodbye—because you definitely did. It was just that he didn’t have it in him. That night with you had just been a little too good, he had enjoyed your conversations a little too much. He would be back on a flight to Colombia only a week later, and he would be agent Peña again, and the Javi he had been with you would be gone again.

So he had just left, picked up his clothes from the floor, and got dressed, but not before he had picked up your discarded dress from the floor too. He had neatly folded the delicate fabric and placed it on the little table next to your dresser. He was leaving your apartment to become a faint memory to you, but for some reason, he wasn’t able to do the same with you.

You kept tormenting his mind. He had figured that it must stem from the fact that he just had walked out without saying goodbye. Javier might have a reputation as a libertine skirt chaser, and that might also be true, but he was raised better than to leave in the middle of the night like that.

Javier doesn’t think he has given anyone flowers since he was a kid and gave his mother flowers on Mother’s Day unless you count a corsage at prom, but he had suddenly gotten this urge to send you some, and when he had seen the bouquet of bright, beautiful sunflowers as he had walked by a flower shop, he just knew that he had to get them for you. You had not deserved some pendejo like him walking out on you like that, and if it could help him feel like not as big of an asshole as he usually feels that would be nice too, but most of all he had just wanted to thank you for the nice night you had had together. At the time it had been a long time since he had had a night so pleasant and carefree, and he honestly doesn’t think he has had one since.

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, he needs a distraction. In Colombia, he would have gotten himself laid, but he ain’t gonna do that here. Instead he gets up and walks to the phone, dialing Alvaro’s number to hear if wants to meet him for a drink at El Toro instead.

—

You are met with the cool night air as you step out of the restaurant. Bruce takes your hand in his and you begin to walk down the sidewalk. He had parked the car a few blocks down the street, so you start walking hand in hand. The temperature has dropped from when you left home and the knee-length slip dress you’re wearing is not doing much to warm you, and a cold shiver runs over your arms. You would love it if Bruce would put his blazer around your shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to realize that you are cold, and you, for some reason, don’t ask him for the jacket, even though you know that he would give it to you if you did.

You wrap your free arm around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself without making it too obvious that you’re cold. If you had been a little smarter you would have brought a cardigan or a jacket, but it had been so hot earlier when you got ready that you hadn’t even given it a thought. Bruce begins to talk about his upcoming business trip to London, but you aren’t really listening, more focused on the sound of your heels clicking on the concrete as you try to pick up your pace to make the trip to the car go by faster, but with little luck as Bruce doesn’t seem to be in a hurry at all.

You keep your gaze fixated on the pavement, Bruce’s words going in through one ear and out the other as you get lost in your own thoughts. You feel a little bad that you aren’t listening to him, but you are tired, and most of what he is saying is just a repetition from your dinner conversation anyway. You had really looked forward to this dinner, Bruce had made it sound like it would be a type of apology for so often working late and to make you feel better after confessing that you are feeling lonely here in Laredo, but it had not been like you had hoped. He had kept talking about work no matter how hard you had tried to turn the conversation in another direction.

Your eyes focus more on the cracks and crevices in the concrete than anything else until you hear a man’s voice calling out a little further down the pavement, making you look up. You immediately recognize the man as Alvaro, one of Bruce’s old friends; they used to play soccer together back in high school.

You like Alvaro, he’s definitely one of Bruce’s friends you like best, but it is his companion that catches your eye. Wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and the same burnt umber leather jacket as he had back when you first met him, Javier…

“Price! What a pleasant surprise.” Alvaro exclaims, a smile spreading on his lips as you and Bruce approach. “And Mrs.” He adds, offering you a warm smile as you and Bruce now have reached them. You smile back, trying to look as normal as possible but your heart is suddenly feeling like it is going at a hundred miles a second.

Your stomach drops as Javier’s eyes meet yours and you feel how your grip on Bruce’s hand loosens and you, without even thinking about it, step a little away from your husband as you let your hand slip out of his, letting you wrap your arms around yourself.

“Long time no see.” Bruce says, clapping Alvaro on the upper arm companionably before turning to Javier. “And Peña! Thought I heard something about you coming back, it’s good to see you, man.”

Javier tears his eyes away from you to look at Bruce. You remember how Javier had asked you to say hi to Bruce for him, but you hadn’t done it. It felt too weird to mention Javier to Bruce.

“Yeah, you too.” Javier gives him a tight-lipped smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes.

Bruce places a hand on your back, gesturing to you with the other to introduce you to the man. “This is my wife.” He says with a proud smile on his face, but you don’t see it, you are way too dumbstruck at the moment, the feeling of Bruce’s hand on your back while Javier stands in front of you feels weird, a nauseous feeling of guilt spreading in your chest and stomach. You have not done anything wrong, but the dream you had about Javier last week is gnawing at you. You know that you can’t control your dreams but you can’t help but feel guilty, the memory of Javier’s touch is like an intrusive thought that has been plaguing you since he had come back into your memory.

Bruce tells Javier your name, not aware that the other man already knows it. “This is Javier, we went to school together.” Bruce tells you, and Javier’s gaze goes back to you, he extends his hands for you to shake, like the two of you are meeting for the very first time.

“Nice to meet you.” He says, the deep baritone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine, it is like you are hit by an electric shock when his big, warm hand engulfs your smaller one.

“You too.” You answer. You think you manage to sound somewhat normal despite feeling anything but.

You let go of Javier’s hand, but the warm feeling of his touch lingers on your skin, your palm keeps tingling long after.

“It’s actually perfect timing that we ran into you guys.” Alvaro says before ashing his cigarette. “I’m throwing a little party on the 22nd, you two should totally come!”

“Ah, sorry man, sounds great, but I’ll be in England on the 22nd.” Bruce tells him, but you are only listening to their conversation with half an ear. It is first when you hear your name being spoken by Alvaro that you are being pulled out of the daze that Javier’s touch had sent you in.

“Sorry, I think I just got caught in my own thoughts there for a second.” You say, feeling a bit embarrassed, but Alvaro just smiles friendly at you.

“I just asked if you wouldn’t want to come anyway.”

You really appreciate Alvaro’s friendliness and attempt to make you feel welcome, but you still know you aren’t gonna come, he will probably be one of the few people you know, and the two of you are at most good acquaintances.

“It sounds nice, but I-” You start but you are interrupted by Bruce.

“That is a wonderful idea! You said you felt lonely right, this will be a good way to make some friends, right babe.” He says in a way too cheerful tone. You know that he means well, but you feel your stomach drop and embarrassment wash over you. You had told him about how you are feeling lonely in confidentiality and even though you know that it isn’t something to feel ashamed about you can’t help but feel embarrassed that Bruce just informed both Alvaro and Javier that you are feeling lonely and don’t have any friends…

Both of the other men seem to sense discomfort. Alvaro gives you a compassionate look in a way that expresses that it is more from Bruce’s clumsy words than the fact that you don’t have any friends here, and you are very thankful for that. Javier, on the other hand, sends Bruce a somber look, which your husband seems to miss entirely.

“Well, you don’t have to decide now but it would be nice if you came. I promise that there will be cooler people there than us two knuckleheads.” Alvaro says to you, pointing between himself and Javier at the last part. This finally makes you smile.

“I’ll think about it.” You promise him, smiling at Alvaro before stealing another glance at Javier. So he will be there, huh…

“Great.” Bruce says, completely unaware of how he had made you feel. “ It was great to see you guys, but I have to go to the office early tomorrow so we better get going.”

“Of course. We also can’t have your wife standing out here in the cold the whole night…” Javier says and you can’t help but notice how his strong jaw tenses.

“No, you’re right.” Bruce says, looking a little startled before looking back at you, finally noticing how you’re shivering, quickly slipping off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You mumble to him, but your thanks goes more to Javier than your husband.

“Don’t mention it babe.” Bruce smiles at you, unaware of the stern look Javier is sending him. Bruce bids the two men goodbye before placing his hand on the small of your back, leading you down the sidewalk, you sneak one last glance back over your shoulder, your eyes locking with Javier’s before you finally reach Bruce’s car and he disappears into the bar with Alvaro.

…High from the feeling you give me (high from the feeling you give me)

Even though you're not with me (though you're not with me)

Together, we made a memory (together, we made a memory)

What's wrong with a touch of ecstasy?...

I Get High, Freda Payne

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[Frankie Morales x Reader]

summary: It is almost four months since you met Frankie, but there is still one thing you haven't told him yet. Frankie has something he wants to ask you. (Mostly just fluff and sweet, soft morning sex.)

word count: 3.1k

rating: E

pairing: Frankie Morales x afab!reader

note: Can be read alone, but is the sequel to Two Doors Down. Cunnilingus. Unprotected P in V (with use of contraception (please wrap it irl!)). No use of (y/n). The reader uses she/her pronouns. Reader is shorter than Frankie (he lifts her), but no other physical descriptions are used. This has not been beta-read and English is not my native language. (18+ minors, please don't interact)

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You scrunch your nose with a soft grunt as the beam of golden light hits your face, it’s early Saturday morning. You love spending time at Frankie’s place, but he seriously needs to get some blackout curtains.

You look over at him, he is seemingly completely undisturbed by the bright morning light seeping through the blinds, it’s given his brown curls a golden glow. His chest slowly rises with his soft snores, he always looks so peaceful when he sleeps. You want to comb your fingers through his soft-looking hair, he is a heavy sleeper, but you still resist your urge in case it would wake him.

You lie like this for a while. Enjoying the lavender smell on the sheets from Frankie’s laundry detergent, while listening to the soft sleep sounds from Frankie and the faint birdsong that seep through the window. It’s almost four months since you met him at Benny’s party, but you still haven't gotten used to how lucky you are to wake up next to him like this. You have never been in a relationship like this before, Frankie is so sweet and considerate, he still sometimes feels too good to be true. You really love him, and you think he might love you too. You have almost let it slip a few times but have not had the courage to do so yet. You have never been in a relationship that felt so right before and you don’t want to mess it up.

…Every time I think about you

I get chills along my spine

It's a feelin' I'm not used to

Can't believe you're really mine…

You tiptoe out of the bedroom. You’re only wearing your panties and one of Frankie’s t-shirts as you sneak down the stairs

You go to the fridge to get ingredients to make pancakes, and smile at the drawings hanging on the fridge door, made by Frankie’s young daughter. They are mostly just colourful scribbles with ‘Solana’ and the date they were drawn written in the corner of the paper in Frankie’s handwriting.

You gather the rest of the ingredients and begin to mix the batter in the quiet kitchen. You are about halfway done with the pancakes when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Frankie is standing in the doorway rubbing his eyes, his voice sounding hoarse from sleep, messy morning hair framing his face. He walks over to you, sneaking his arms around you to hug you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. You lean back into him, feeling warm and sheltered in his embrace, like you were made to perfectly fit in his arms.

“Good morning, Cisco.” You lean your cheek against his hair as he leaves a peck on your collarbone.

You stand like this for a while, a pleasant silence, Frankie's arms wrapped around you as you add to the growing stack of pancakes.

“I’ll set the table.” He finally says, but he doesn’t move for another long minute.

He kisses your cheek before finally letting you go to get plates from the cupboard behind you. You love mornings like this, the kitchen smelling of fresh pancakes and the coffee Frankie had set over to brew. Frankie is humming the title melody for one of Sole’s favourite cartoons, you don’t think he even realises that he does it. The sound mixed with the bubbling sound of the coffee boiling. You can’t hold back your smile. You have not met Frankie’s daughter yet, but you hold so much love for the little girl already. She is a part of Frankie and you love every part of him.

…Other loves, so complicated

Broken hearts and twisted minds

Then you came, and I'm elated

So unlike the other times…

The pancakes are delicious if you do say so yourself, and Frankie confirms it to you multiple times throughout the meal. You eat and talk, enjoying each other’s company and the domesticity that only a quiet Saturday morning can bring. You finish eating and begin to bring back the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

You end up talking about your plans for the week to come. You’re talking about your work schedules, and planning a movie date Thursday night.

“What about the weekend, got any plans?” Frankie asks.

The question is normal enough in itself. Frankie has 20/80 custody of his daughter, meaning he has her every other weekend. It makes sense he asks you what you will be up to while he spends his weekend with Sole, just out of simple quoriosity and politeness, but there is something in the tone of his voice that you can’t place, nervousness perhaps?

“I was supposed to have dinner and drinks with Mary on Friday night, but she had to cancel. That was my only plans, probably just going to start a new book and unwind, why?”

“I was thinking… Maybe, you would like to come over?”

“You know I always love spending time with you but aren’t you going to have Sole next week?” You ask a little confused.

“Yes, but I was wondering if you might want to come anyway?” He clearly is nervous, but the next part comes with so much certain and sincerity. “I would like you to meet her.”

Your stomach drops. He wants you to be introduced to his daughter?!

Your relationship with Frankie has been good from the start, he has been so understanding and thoughtful. You have been taking things slow, both wanting to do this right since you both have tried to be burned in your past. You know Frankie had been in a dark place before, but had been able to turn his life around, he still have bad days sometimes though.

You have no doubt that the way you have decided to go about your relationship is the right, but sometimes the slowness can make you a little insecure. The two of you haven’t said 'I love you' yet. Frankie telling you he wants you to meet his daughter is, however, the closest you can think he could come without actually saying it.

Frankie loves his daughter more than anything on this earth and him wanting you to meet her means that he is serious about the two of you, that he plans of having you as a close part of his life. Him telling you this is maybe even more intimate than a love confession.

You feel the corner of your eyes getting stingy from overwhelming happiness.

“Will Corinne be okay with it?” You croak.

You don’t want to disrespect or overstep any lines with Solana’s mother.

“Yeah, I already spoke with her about it actually. She is fine with it.” He tells.

You can’t keep a toothy smile from spreading on your face.

“I would love to come and meet her then.”

Frankie mirrors your smile, clearly relieved and happy from your apparent excitement. He steps towards you and crashes his lips on yours, he starts out by kissing you sweetly, but the soft kiss is quickly turning heated.

…It's so pure, it's almost sacred

Simply put, it feels divine

I just love you, pure and simple

Pure and simple and sublime…

Frankie grabs you around your waist and helps you jump up the counter. He steps between your spread legs, keeping one hand on your hip and letting the other rest on your thigh.

“Come here.” You whisper as you snake your arms around his torso, connecting your lips in a kiss.

He hums into your lips with delight, drawing circles on your thigh with his thumb. The sensation sends chills up your spine as well as starts a fire of desire in your lower stomach. You open your mouth a little more, giving Frankie enough space to deepen the kiss.

Picking you up from your seat on the counter. His big hands are securely planted under your thighs, as he begins to carry you to the stairs.

“Cisco, your back!” You shriek in protest.

“Please let me.” His voice is so low and husky that you can’t deny him his wish, but manage to persuade him to let you walk up the stairs yourself. He is quick to scoop you up again when you reach the top, picking you up bridal style. You can’t help but giggle as he carries you back to his bedroom.

“I think the couch would have sufficed.” You chuckle.

“Like having you in my bed.” He says as he pushes his bedroom door open with his hip.

He gently lays you down on the bed, the golden morning light still shining through the blinds, but not landing directly on the bed anymore. You enjoy the view of him standing by the bed, tall and broad and yours. You can’t help but think that. He has not been a part of your life for that long, but you can’t imagine life without him now. It would be scary, maybe should be scary, but when he told you that he wants you to meet his daughter you knew that he intended for you to stay in his life for a long time. The thought almost brings you to tears.

“Come here.” You whisper for the second time this morning, suddenly impatient, needing him closer.

He crawls onto the bed, placing an arm on each side of you. He is hovering over you, his warm brown eyes that you love so much looking into yours. You lift your hand up to his cheek, lightly stroking your thumb along his cheek bow before he grabs it, softly guiding it to his mouth to plant a kiss on your palm.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers into your skin.

You lift your legs up, crossing them around his waist, you need him closer. Luckily, he's happy to oblige to your wish, lowering himself down over you, and connecting your lips again.

You sneak a hand under his shirt, stroking the warm skin on his back with your fingertips, your other hand buried in his hair. You love weekends like this, no plans and no place you have to be, it’s just you and Frankie. And now it seems that you can spend more of your weekends with him. It is, of course, going to be different with Sole around, but you don’t mind that. You love Frankie and you know that you are gonna love his little girl too. The only thing that worries you is if she is going to like you or not, but you try not to worry about that now.

This moment is just Frankie and yours. You break the kiss to get a breath of air, Frankie takes this opportunity to pull his shirt over his head and discharge it on the floor. He has gotten more comfortable around you with his own body than in the beginning. He has, in your eyes, nothing to be insecure about, he is so beautiful both on the inside and the outside. You make sure to tell him as often as you can, as well as show him just how attractive you find him.

You follow his lead, taking off the shirt Frankie had lent you to sleep in. Frankie is crashing down on you again, kissing you with a hunger that makes your cunt throb.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He whispers against your lips as he squeezes one of your, now-exposed, breasts with his large hand. You moan out in pleasure.

He breaks from your lips, beginning to kiss down your jaw and neck. Lowering himself down your body, kissing your collarbone and down your sternum, leaving wet kisses in the valley between your breasts. He continues down your stomach until he gets to the band of your panties.

He looks up at you. “Can I take these off, sweetheart?”

“Please, do.” You whisper.

He kisses the inside of your thigh before sliding the panties down your legs.

“Wanna taste you.” He mutter. “Can I, baby?” He looks up at you, his eyes have become dark with passion.

“Yeah.” You croak.

He keeps holding eye contact with you as he positions himself between your thighs. You spread your legs more, offering him more space to operate, giving him a full view of your wet pussy.

“God, you’re so gorgeous.” He sighs before lowering his head, kissing up your inner thigh until he reaches your pussy. He slides his tongue through your wet folds, lapping into you hungrily.

“Fuck, Cisco…” You whine out, his tongue has you seeing stars. You bury your hands in his hair, grabbing fistfuls of soft curls.

He moans against your cunt, as your grab on his hair tightens, the vibrations giving you chills. He moves his tongue to suck down on your clit and you can’t help but arch your back upwards. You keep whining out his name. His tongue starts to work even harder as your grip on his hair tightens again. He keeps going with an insatiable hunger.

You can’t hold your orgasm back any longer.

“Fuck, Frankie!” You wail.

Frankie keeps licking into you as your cunt clenches and your legs begin to shake. Your body fills with bliss as your climax washes over you in hot waves.

…Don't it seem we've spent a lifetime

Looking for that perfect love?

Like a dream, we finally found it

Pure and simple; well, good for us…

Frankie takes in a heavy breath as he finally detaches his mouth from your pussy.

“Shit, baby. You always taste so good, can’t get enough of you.”

He climbs up over your body, kissing your lips softly, giving you a taste of yourself, his lips plump and wet with your slickness. You press your tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around you. You kiss him until your lungs are empty and you have to break apart to breathe. His eyes are blown wide with passion and tenderness. You get a lump in your throat at the sight of it. He is so sweet and so good, you still sometimes can’t believe he is even real, let alone, that you get to be with him.

You bury your face in his neck, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the eye contact. You’re scared that you are gonna burst from the love you’re feeling. You decide to distract yourself by focusing on leaving wet kisses on his throat that has Frankie moaning your name. You begin to suck down on his pulse point. You want to leave a hickey, want to mark him as yours.

You can feel his hard cock through the thin fabric of his pyjama pants and you feel the throbbing in your cunt and the fiery feeling in your abdomen getting enlightened.

“Francisco, I need you inside me.” You whisper into his neck.

“Fuck…” He murmurs “Need to be inside of you, sweetheart.”

He gets up to sit on his knees, sliding down his pants and boxers. His cock springs up, hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with precum. The view sends quivers through your pussy. You gather the pillows behind you in a pile, without taking your eyes off him, leaning back into their softness. You spread your legs out

“Oh, so wet, baby.” He coos at the view of your soaking pussy on free display. “You always get so wet for me, you’re driving me crazy.”

Sitting back on his calf, he pops his middle and index finger in his mouth before slipping them through your folds.

“You are so beautiful.” He pants. “My sweet beautiful girl.”

“Frankie.” You moan as he slips his fingers into you. Pumping them slowly in and out, taking his time prepping you. You love how thorough he is, but you don’t have the patience for it right now.

“Cisco.” You whimper. “Need your cock...”

“Need you too, sweetie.” He answers “Wanna be buried in this pretty pussy of yours.”

Frankie lowers himself over you. He kisses your lips as he starts to slide into you.

You feel how your walls stretch as he slips in. You grab the sheets in your fists, clutching the fabric tightly.

“You are so perfect… Fuck, you have no idea.” He sights as he finally is all the way in.

He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust to him for a moment, kissing you passionately in the meantime, and fuck you love it - you love him.

He finally begins to move, starting out slowly, but he is quick to pick up the paste as you moan out with more and more desperation.

He keeps moving into you, sweet words of encouragement whispered into your skin.

Your entire body is on fire. His name is falling from your lips. He hooks his hand behind your knee to lift your leg up, the new position allows him to thrust deeper into you. This new angle is amazing.

“Yes, Frankie! Yes, right there! Fuck, right there…” You shriek, the pleasure you are feeling is reaching a new high.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” You moan, feeling your climax building up in the pit of your stomach.

“I know, baby, me too.” Frankie groans

You push your head back into the pillows and arch your back as walls squeeze hard around him. Your name keeps falling from his lips along with praise.

“Inside, Cisco, need you inside.” It had been heaven since you and Frankie had had ‘the talk’ and started fucking without condom, after ensuring you both were clean and you on the pill. You love the feeling of him filling you up.

You are pushed over the edge as Frankie thrusts into you, coating your walls with his warmth as he cums inside you. Euphoria washes over you, your body feeling light and shaky as Frankie keeps fucking you.

You can’t hold it back anymore

“Cisco… fuck! I… I love you.”

…It's so pure it's almost sacred

Simply put, it feels divine

I just love you, pure and simple

Pure and simple, sweet and fine…

You feel Frankie freeze up on top of you, and your stomach drops.

You hadn’t meant to say it, not now, not like this. The words just slipped out, but they have been on the tip of your tongue for a while now.

He locks his eyes with yours, pupils wide and mouth slightly agape

“You do..?” He whispers.

“Yeah, I do…” No need to shy away from the truth now.

“I love you too.” His voice is so tender and sincere, it makes your heart flutter. He crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you with such tenderness.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He whispers against your lips. “Love you so much.”

He loves you… Franciso Morales loves you.

“I love you so much, Frankie.” You say before melting into another love-filled kiss.

You can’t believe how lucky you are.

…I just love you, pure and simple

Can't believe you're really mine…

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Oh, thank you so much! That is so sweet, and makes me so happy to hear 💕 thank you for reading and sharing, dear 💕

Two Doors Down

[Frankie Morales x Reader]

summary: You are getting over a breakup and decide to go to your friend and neighbour Benny's house party.

word count: 2.6k

rating: M

pairing: Fransisco "Catfish" Morales x f!reader

note: Drinking and smoking. No use of (y/n). The reader uses she/her pronouns. This has not been beta-read and English is not my native language. Part 2

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…Two doors down

They're laughing and drinkin', and having a party

Two doors down

They're not aware that I'm around

Cause here I am

Crying my heart out, feelin' sorry while

They're having a party just two doors down…

It’s dumb, you’re feeling so fucking dumb. Here you’re sitting, on your kitchen floor, crying over the end of a relationship that you should never have been in to begin with. You could, now in hindsight, see that your relationship with Lance had been shit. He had not treated you well, he never put in the same effort as you had, yet he was always jealous when you wanted to spend time with your friends. It has almost been two weeks since you had caught him cheating and simultaneously broken up with him.

You had not been crying over it for many days now, but it had been a tough week at work and it is like everything that had happened just feels too much .

Maybe that is what is the true reason for your tears, not the sadness from a broken heart, but the sadness of realising that you had wasted so much time and energy on a person who didn’t deserve it. You sit for a little longer trying to force the tears to stop, you don’t want to spend the rest of the night like this.

You raise your right arm over your head and plant your hand on the kitchen counter, slowly pulling yourself up from the floor. Your head is aching after all the tears and you feel the need for a cigarette. You usually never smoke inside, always retreating to your balcony, but you allow yourself to make an exception, this one time, and settle for just opening your kitchen window and turning on the extractor hood before you lit your cigarette. You can hear the music through your open kitchen window.

You had totally forgotten about Benny’s party, you had actually told him you would stop by. Well, you had told him you might stop by if you didn’t feel too shitty in the light of your recent breakup. Benny had been very supportive and had volunteered to go kick Lance’s ass, which you honestly had been tempted to let him.

Benny lives in the apartment two doors down the hall from you. The two of you have established a pretty good friendship, he is the only person on the floor around your age, most of the other residents in your building are older. You know Benny has wanted you to meet his brother and his friends, who are gonna be there, for some time now. You rub your hand over your damp eyes and take the last drag of your cigarette before putting it out, letting a bit of water rinse over it and throw the bud in the trash.

You go to your bedroom and swing your wardrobe doors open with a little more force than needed, looking over your clothing options. You pull out a couple of items before your eyes land on a bordeaux red slip dress that goes to your midthigh. You change out of your sweatpants to put on a pair of nylon tights. You fix your hair and apply a little makeup, trying to hide your tear-stained face as good as you can before grabbing a thin black cardigan. You refuse to keep spending your Saturday night sitting on your kitchen floor in self-pity.

…I think I'll dry these useless tears

And get myself together

I think I'll wonder down the hall

And have a look around

'Cause I can't stay inside

This lonely room and cry forever

I think I really rather join 'em

Two doors down, yeah…

You take a deep breath before knocking on the door to Benny’s apartment. A few seconds go by before the door swings open.

“You came!” A very happy Ben has opened the door, clearly at least a couple of beers into the night already.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” He throws his arms around you, pulling you into a bone-crushing bear hug. “You feeling okay?” He asks, much quieter, as he lets you go.

You nod, offering him a weak smile. You don’t want to admit to have been crying less than 30 minutes ago. He smiles back at you understandingly.

“Let’s get you a drink!” He declares leading you through the crowded apartment to the kitchen. “I have someone I would like you to meet, also I need to prove to my brother that I don’t live in a retirement community.” He sighs at the last past, it must be something he has been teased with.

Three men are standing by the kitchen counter, a blonde man that you just know must be Will, the resembling to Benny is clear. You are less sure about the two other men, they must be friends of Will. One man with a charming crooked smile, a few silver strands mixed with dark curls. A slightly taller man in a black hat, who is fidgeting with the beer bottle in his hand, not looking as comfortable as his companions.

“So, this is my brother William and his friends.”

Guys, this is my good friend and neighbour.” Benny exclaim, the men turning to look at you.

“Can you fix her a drink while I go fix up the table? And be nice!” He says the last part as he gives the curly-haired man a stern look.

“Hey! Santiago, but I can just be Santi to you.” The man with the curls tells you as he shakes your hand with a wink. Oh, he’s a flirt.

You tell them your name and shake Will's hand before facing the last man.

“I’m Frankie. Well, I’m Francisco, but people call me Frankie.” He is not coming off nearly as smoothly as Santi, but you can’t help but smile at him.

You stand there a little awkward for a moment, but the conversation is soon picking up and you actually have a pretty good time. The guys are both nice and funny, not that you would expect anything else from the brother and friends of Benny.

You talk for a while, sipping on the greyhound Santi had made you.

“Ey, beer pong tournament! Are you guys playing?” Benny, who has come back in the kitchen, yells excitedly, getting two six packs from the fridge.

Santi is quick to express his excitement

Your stomach drops at the thought of having to chase after a ping pong ball at a party full of strangers. It sounds like your worst nightmare.

“I think I’ll skip.” You declare.

Santi claps his hand on Frankies back. “Ya’ gonna play, Fish?”

Fish..?

Frankie doesn't look like he wants to play, his expression a stark contrast to Santi’s.

“Nah, I think I’ll sit this one out.” Frankie croaks.

“Suite yourself.” Santi shrugs. “You gonna partner up with me then, Benny boy?”

And by that, you are left alone in the kitchen with Frankie.

“Uhm, I think I’ll go for a smoke.” You mumble, fumbling with the clasp on your little handbag to get your lighter and your pack of cigarettes.

“Do you maybe wanna come and keep me company?” You look up at Frankie.

He was the quietest when you had spoken with him and the others, but you like his vibe and you have to admit that he is very easy on the eyes. Brown hair is sticking out from the black baseball hat he is wearing, a breathtaking smile, broad shoulders and a pair of warm brown eyes.

Frankie smiles and gives you a nod, emptying his beer before following you out on the balcony. You wrap your cardigan a little tighter around your torso as you’re hit by the cool night air. You lean your left side up against the brick wall, Frankie mirrors you leaning his right side against the wall so you’re facing each other.

“Want one?” You ask before putting the cigarette between your lips. He accepts your offer with a small smile and you hand him your lighter after litting your own cigarette.

“So… Fish? ” You ask as you breathe out a cloud of smoke, tilting your head slightly, not wanting to blow it directly into his face.

“The guys and I.” He tilts his head at the balcony door. “We’re old military buddies.” He shrugs. “My code name was Catfish, guess things like that just stick” He shakes his head with a smile and you can’t stop yourself from smiling too. It makes sense, Benny had told you his brother had served.

“Well, Fish, tell me more about yourself.” You prompt with a smile. And he does.

What should have been a five-minute smoke turns into a long conversation where the two of you take turns telling each other about yourself.

…'Cause here I am

No longer cryin' an' feelin' sorry

We're having a party just two doors down…

Almost an hour has gone by and the two of you have forgotten the party completely, the only reminder is the music coming from inside the apartment. His baritone voice and warm eyes have captivated you and as the sound of his warm bubbly laugh hits your ears something warm blooms in your chest.

You like him more and more the more you get to know him. You probably shouldn’t let yourself feel like this so quickly after your breakup, but you really can’t stop the warm yearning feeling his smile is creating in your heart.

…I can't believe I'm standin' here

Dry-eyed, all smiles and talkin'

Making conversation with the new love I have found

I ask him if he's like to be alone and we start walkin'

Down the hall to my place waitin' two doors down, yeah…

The conversation has landed on movies.

“Okay, it doesn’t have to be your favourite, but what movie have you rewatched the most?” You ask with a smile.

“Honestly… Probably Winnie the Pooh.” He shakes his head with a shrug and smile.

“ Winnie the Pooh?! ” You giggle.

“Yeah…” Frankie clears his throat, looking nervous all of a sudden. “I have a little girl, so…”

“Oh, you do?” You say with a smile, trying to not sound surprised. Him having a kid doesn't scare you away and something about him being a girl-dad makes perfect sense to you. There is a little voice of worry in the back of your head though, not from him being a dad, but Frankie being a father means that there is a mother. He is not wearing a ring and nothing about your conversation has implied that he is married or in a relationship. But you had just caught Lance cheating. It would break your heart if you were flirting with another woman’s man right now.

“Yeah, Solana, she is three.” He continues. “Her mother and I got divorced when she was still a baby. She stays with me every other weekend.”

The worry you felt disappears completely and you can’t help but give him a wide smile.

“Can I see a picture?” You ask, wanting him to know that you don’t have anything against him having a child.

A little girl with big chestnut-brown eyes and fluffy brown curls is smiling at the camera.

“Oh, she’s so cute.” You coo, and you mean it, she is absolutely adorable.

“Looks like her daddy.” You giggle, the resemblance is uncanny.

“I guess she does.” He sighs at the phone screen. “Poor baby.” He jokes, but you feel that there is something more to his words.

You look up at him with a frown. “I don’t think it is a bad thing.” You murmur.

You don’t want to overstep, but you hate the idea of him thinking he isn’t good enough.

“I know I’ve just met you Frankie, but I think she is pretty lucky to have you as her father.”

“You do?” He asks, voice low and soft.

“Yeah, I do.” You whisper, not noticing that you have taken a step closer towards him.

He shifts a little, leaning his body slightly towards you. He looks deeply into your eyes and you think your heart skips a beat. He gently cups your cheek, and you lean into his touch. Your pulse quickens from the feeling of his warm skin on you.

And then you’re kissing him.

…Two doors down

They're laughing and drinkin', and having a party

Two doors down

We're not aware that they're around …

His lips are soft, tasting of the beer he’s been drinking, with a slight ashy aftertaste from the smoke. Your own lips probably taste the same. You completely melt into his touch, finding a rhythm of gentle movements, getting familiar with the shape of him and you love it.

You open your mouth a little wider, slightly tilting your head to the side. Giving Frankie space to deepen the kiss and he does. He removes his hat to not poke you with the visor.

Your hand comes up to grab the now-exposed curls at the back of his head, your other hand is buried in the fabric of his shirt.

You moan softly into the kiss as Frankie slips his tongue deeper into your mouth. Your grip on his hair tightens, and you can feel the fire in your lower stomach enlight.

You finally break the kiss both gasping for air. His thumb gently stroking your cheek as he looks down at you with those deep warm eyes of his.

“You know, uhm…” You pant out, suddenly feeling very nervous. “I live just down the hall if you… You know… Want to be alone.”

“Yeah, I… I would like that.” He nods.

…'Cause here I am

Feelin' everything but sorry

We're having our own party two doors down …

You roam around your bag to get the key to your apartment. You had tried to ignore the look Benny had given you when you told him that you left. The others had been too engulfed in their game to notice that you and Frankie had been staying out on the balcony all night, but you leaving with Frankie gained their attention. Santi had given Frankie a thumbs up as you left which had made Frankie blush severely.

You finally get the key, fumbling with the lock before you can get the door open and let Frankie into your home.

Frankie closes the distance between you as soon as the door has closed behind you. You place a hand in his hair, grabbing the soft curls, softly pressing him closer, and deepening the kiss.

You stumble through your apartment until you reach your coach where the two of you collapse, you on top of Frankie.

His warm tongue slipping between your kiss-swollen lips. You really like him and you want more, you really do, but you are not sure if it is a good idea. You might have just come out of a relationship, but It’s been a long time since you have felt like this with anyone and you’re afraid of ruining it. He breaks the kiss before you can worry any further.

“Sorry, I…” He whispers, slowly pulling away, looking deeply into your eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, I think I would like to get to know you better. If that is what you want too, of course." He looks nervous. “Maybe I could take you out on a date?”

“I would like to get to know you better, Francisco. And I would love to go on a date with you.” You tell him softly.

He smiles wide with relief and his lips are back on yours. The kiss is so sweet it makes your chest feel warm and content. Maybe this really can be the start of something beautiful.

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This is so cute! Can’t believe you made moodboards for every fic, Heidi?! They are so slay! (Seriously your graphic skills are so amazing!!) Can’t wait to keep track of these every week!

Have a wonderful vacay dear! 💖

wildemaven reads fics & shit | wk 1

It’s the end of the year— literally the last day of 2023! So many things to be grateful for and so many things I’m looking forward to in the new year.

I decided I wanted to start sharing a weekly round up of the things I’ve read (inspired by Betty’s dedication that she pours into hers). I’m adding a slight twist to mine that I think will be a fun addition to each fic I’ve read.

Anyways. Thanks for sticking around this year! I love you all so much!! I’ll be gone on vacation starting this Thursday, I’m sure I’ll be around but just in case you don’t hear from me, just know I’ll be soaking up the sun in beautiful Puerto Rico with Mr. Maven!

-> things I wrote:

common thread | frankie morales x f!reader

had me fooled | dave york x f!reader

-> things I made:

2024 vision board

dave moodboard

-> fics I read this week:

office party | javier peña x f!reader by @tieronecrush

modern day hero | joel miller x fem!reader by @flightlessangelwings

muffins and jam | joel miller x f!reader by @noisynaia

not so secret santa | javier peña x fem!reader by @lincolndjarin

crawling back to you | javier peña x f!reader by @wannab-urs

mistletoes in the moonlight | javier peña x f!reader by @221bshrlocked

stay close to me | agent whiskey x f!reader by @alwaysbethewest

silence | tim rockford x f!reader by @trulybetty

before my eyes | javier peña x f!reader by @foli-vora

reunions | sequins!joel x f!reader by @trulybetty

secrets | marcus pike x gn!reader by @ladamedusoif

-> the & shit part

I’m going to be starting a fun weekly series this week (yeah, even while I’m on vacation). I’ll post more information about it at some point in the next few days so keep your eyes peeled.

I also might be taking a break from writing. I think I need to let my brain rest a bit. Or not feel like I need to crank shit out for engagement. Not sure how long it will be. Hoping it will allow for me to catch up on reading all the things I’ve fallen behind on too.

xoxo, heidi

#look at this! 🥹#signal boost

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Happy New Years from Europe!!!! 🥂🍾

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Oh, thank you so much, Heidi! ❤️ I am well, and so happy to be writing again, and to be back on tumblr! Can’t wait to catch up on your lovely writing! 🥰 (just read the content warning for work common thread and it sounds sooo good, can’t wait to read it!)

Hope you and the fam are having a wonderful holiday season ❤️

𝑀𝑈𝐹𝐹𝐼𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐽𝐴𝑀

Written for the lovely @pedrostories Secret Santa event 2023

My dear giftee is @katiexpunk, hope you like it! 💕

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

word count: 3.2k

summury: You moved into your new house six months ago, and you love your new home. It is spaceouse and has a lovely little garden, and it also just so happens to include the hottest single dad with the sweetest little girl you’ve ever met as your new neighbors. Over the months you have gotten to know them more and more. Little Sarah has fallen head over heels for your labradoodle Sofie and often comes over to play with her in your garden, and as you have gotten to know him more and more, you have fallen head over heels for her father, Joel.

note: Pre/no outbreak. Next door neighbors. Fluff. Baking. This is the first fic i've written in seven months, so sorry for being super duper rusty. English isn't my native language. This was supposed to be something completely different, but my laptop broke, (the 'screen part' literally just fell off?!) so I didn't have near as much time for this as I would have preferred, so sorry if this seemed rushed (it sadly was). But nonetheless, happy holidays ya'll! I'm so happy to be back, and aiming to write much more again in the new year ♥︎

Joel stands in the kitchen, staring hopelessly at the empty sugar canister while cursing under his breath, feeling the dull pressure behind his eyes and nasal cavity which usually indicates an incoming tension headache. He had been sure that it was full, but no, it’s as empty as his hope for successfully making these damn muffins. The curse words escape his lips like a symphony of frustration, echoing off the empty walls of the kitchen. Joel can feel the frustration sinking into his bones.

He had promised Sarah that he would bake muffins for her school function, despite not being a very good nor patient baker. But he would do anything to make his little girl happy. He had thought that they could bake them together, that it would be a fun father-daughter activity, but work and chores and Sarah’s soccer practice and honestly just life in general had gotten in the way of those plans.

So now he stands here, the night before Sarah needs the muffins, without one of the most essential ingredients. It’s late, way past Sarah’s bedtime, who is sleeping soundly in her room. Joel would have to wake her up and take her with him if he’s going out to buy more sugar. But he really doesn’t want to wake her, she needs her sleep, but there is also no way in hell he’s leaving her alone while he runs to the store even if she’s just sleeping.

As he stands here contemplating his options, you appear in his mind. You do that frighteningly often these days, and deep down he knows exactly why, but he has to suppress it. He is too busy, and too grown, to go around getting crushes on pretty women with cute dogs who move into houses next door to him, and who is always so sweet and funny, and who is so sweet and nice to his daughter, and…. No. He has to stop this. He shouldn’t think about you like this.

He is mature enough to admit to himself that he is attracted to you, very attracted to you, but admitting to the feelings he has caught is a whole other can of worms, which he is not going to even attempt to look into. He is a single dad to a six year old, focused on taking care of his daughter and providing for her needs.

But in this moment, as he stands in the kitchen with an empty sugar canister mocking him, he feels a tug in his heart, a desperate need for help. He reluctantly gives in to the idea that perhaps you might have some sugar to spare…

It would be nice to see you, but he also really doesn’t want to disturb you, and something about knocking at your door this late at night gives him a funny feeling in his stomach.

Joel shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he focuses on the task at hand. He glances at the clock on the wall, realizing that time is slipping away. With a sigh, he reluctantly decides that he has no choice but to go next door and ask you for some sugar.

As he walks across the lawn and up to your front door, Joel can feel his heart racing. Why does he feel so nervous about such a simple request? He hesitates for a moment, contemplating whether he should knock or just turn around and forget about the whole thing. But the thought of disappointing Sarah and ruining her school event pushes him forward. He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door, attempting to calm his racing thoughts.

Shortly after, the door swings open, and there you are, standing with a warm smile on your face. Your eyes light up as you see Joel, and Sofie, your adorable dog happily greets him as well. Joel can’t help but feel his heartbeat quicken even more at the sight of you.

“Hi,“ you smile at him. “What brings you here at this hour?” you ask curiously.

Joel awkwardly shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his nerves getting the best of him. “I hate to bother you, but I’m in a bit of a jam. I promised Sarah I would bake muffins for a thing at her school tomorrow, but I ran out of sugar. Do you, by any chance, have some to spare?"

Your smile widens, and you tilt your head slightly. “Of course, I’d be happy to help you out. Come on in, I’ll grab it for you.”

Joel breathes a sigh of relief as you invite him inside. He steps into your warm and inviting home, noticing the pleasant aroma from what he guess must be a scented candle or something of the sort. It feels comforting and familiar, contrasting with the chaos and frustration that he left behind in his own kitchen.

He follows you into your kitchen, taking in the sight of the cozy space. The countertops are clutter-free, and a few potted herbs sit on the windowsill, basking in the moonlight. It’s a stark contrast to his own kitchen, which is always a whirlwind of activity and unfinished tasks.

As you retrieve the sugar from your well-stocked pantry, Joel can’t help but admire the ease with which you move around the kitchen. Your familiarity with the tools and ingredients is evident, invoking a sense of calm in him. He wonders how you manage to maintain such a serene environment amidst the chaos of daily life.

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Joel finally musters the courage to ask, “How do you do it? How do you manage to keep everything so neat?”

You pause for a moment, a kind smile on your face as you hand Joel the sugar. “Well, for starters, I don’t have a kid," you chuckle, “and I guess it’s just about priorities, and since I work from home, I find that having a clean and organized space helps me stay focused and reduces unnecessary stress.”

Joel nods at your answer. He can’t help but admire how put-together you seem, both in your home and in your life. It’s something he strives for but often falls short of, with the chaos that comes with being a single parent.

“You’re doing really well by the way,” you smile at him, interrupting his thoughts, as if you can sense his doubts. “Sarah is really lucky to have you.” Joel’s cheeks flush at your compliment, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. He never believed he was doing enough for Sarah, constantly doubting himself as a parent. But your words validate his efforts and provide a much-needed boost of confidence. “Thank you,” he says softly, a mixture of appreciation and relief lacing his voice. “I always worry that I’m not doing enough, that…” he pauses.

Your expression is filled with understanding. “I can’t talk from experience, but I know that parenting is never easy. But trust me, Joel, Sarah knows how much you love her and how much you’re doing for her. And I think you are doing a wonderful job,” Joel’s eyes meet yours, and he sees genuine sincerity reflected in them. It’s as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, the burden of his self-imposed expectations slowly dissipating. You speak with such warmth and wisdom, Joel’s heart swells with gratitude for your presence in his life. He never imagined that a simple request for sugar would lead to such a meaningful conversation.

“Thank you,” Joel says, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. “That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

You smile warmly at him, reaching out to gently squeeze his arm. “Joel, you’re a great dad. Don’t ever doubt yourself.” As Joel thanks you once again, he can’t help but feel a warmth spreading throughout his heart. It’s a feeling he hasn’t experienced in a long time, and it fills him with a sense of hope and possibility. Before he leaves, Joel can’t help but ask, “Would you wanna come over for dinner sometime? I am a much better cook than baker and Sarah has begged me to have you and Sofie over and visit.”

You smile and nod, your eyes sparkling with excitement. “I would love that, Joel.”

Joel feels a surge of warmth, at your smile. Thanking you again he turns to leave, sugar in hand, he musters up the courage to say one last thing. “I’m happy that it was you who moved in next to us. It’s been nice getting to know you and having you around.”

You smile warmly, your eyes twinkling, and an almost bashful expression on your face which catches Joel a little off guard. “Likewise, Joel. I’m always here if you need anything, whether it’s sugar or just someone to talk to.” you add the last part with a teasing smile, but the sincerity in your words are clear.

“I really appreciate that,” Joel says, his voice filled with sincerity.

“And just so you know…” you give him a bashful smile.“That includes help with baking muffins.”

Joel feels how his stomach does a flip as he understands what you’re saying. “Would you like to help me bake some muffins?”

“I’d love to,” you say happily, your smile growing and Joel can’t help but feel a sense of excitement through his body. “I’ll be over at yours in ten, how’d that sound?” you ask.

Joel’s heart leaps at the thought of spending more time with you. “Sounds good to me.”

“Cool, see you in ten then.” You grin at him. Joel smiles back at you, feeling a sense of anticipation building within him.

As Joel heads back to his house, sugar in hand he can’t help but smile, he had been so tired and frustrated only a little while ago, but now he suddenly feels fully recharged.

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Ten minutes… You have ten minutes to make yourself look somewhat decent, in a casual, ‘I’m just going over to my extremely attractive dilf neighbor whom I have a big fat stupid crush on’ way. No pressure at all.

As you race to your bathroom to check yourself over in the mirror, you take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. You touch up your makeup, adding a touch of lip gloss and swipe on a new coat of mascara, you brush your teeth, and spritz on a little perfume. After making sure you look presentable, you opt for a comfortable yet cute outfit, realizing that you don’t want to come off as too overdone.

Satisfied with your appearance, you grab a small container of homemade blueberry jam from your fridge. It may not be muffins, but it’s a sweet treat that you can bring to share. With jam in hand, you head out the door, your heart fluttering with anticipation.

As you approach Joel’s house, you can’t help but appreciate the calmness of the night. The moon shines brightly above, casting a soft glow on the neighborhood. You hear the faint sound of crickets chirping, and the warm breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers. Everything feels serene and magical, heightening your excitement.

You reach Joel’s doorstep and take a moment to collect yourself. You remind yourself to be casual and relaxed, even though your heart is pounding in your chest. With a steadying breath, you knock on the door.

Joel opens it with a warm smile, and you instantly feel at ease. His eyes light up as they land on you, and you can't help but blush under his gaze. “Hi,” he greets you softly. “I'm so glad you could make it.”

You return his smile, extending the container of blueberry jam towards him. “I brought some homemade jam. I thought it would be nice with the muffins and I remember Sarah telling me she loves blueberries.”

Joel's eyes widen in pleasant surprise, and his smile widens. “That is so thoughtful of you. Thank you, darlin’.”

‘Darlin’...’ Your heart flutters at the endearment as you step inside his house, the word falling so naturally from his lips. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, mingling with the scent of warmth and comfort. It’s a homey and cozy feeling that instantly puts you at ease.

As you enter the kitchen, you notice the ingredients for the muffins laid out, ready to be used. There’s a twinkle of anticipation in Joel’s eyes as he gestures towards them. “Do you want to get started?”

You nod eagerly, not wanting to waste any more time. “Definitely. Let’s make these muffins amazing.”

For the next few hours, you and Joel work side by side, measuring ingredients, mixing, and chatting as you go. The conversation flows effortlessly between you, ranging from lighthearted jokes to more personal stories, and the atmosphere somehow turns more and more flirty, making excited butterflies flutter in your stomach. With each moment, you can feel the connection between you deepening, like ingredients coming together to create a perfect blend.

As the muffins bake in the oven, filling the kitchen with their delicious scent, the two of you take a well-deserved break. Joel pours two cups of coffee, and you find yourselves sitting at his kitchen table, sipping the warm brew in comfortable silence.

The soft glow of the overhead light casts a warm and cozy ambiance over the room. Despite the tiredness in his eyes from a long day, a smile tugs at the corners of Joel’s lips as he watches you take a sip of your coffee. There’s a comfortable silence that envelops the two of you, a sense of ease and contentment that comes from being in each other’s company.

As you set your cup down, you turn to Joel, your eyes filled with a mix of playfulness and sincerity. “You know, Joel, I have to say. These muffins wouldn’t have turned out as amazing as they did without your expert baking skills.” A teasing smirk dances on your lips.

Joel chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, I may have had a little help from a certain someone,” he says, a hint of affection lacing his voice.

You playfully nudge him with your shoulder. “Oh, so now I’m just your personal baking assistant, am I?” you retort, pretending to be slightly offended.

Joel’s smile widens, his eyes sparkling with humor. “No, no, not at all. You’re so much more than that,” he reassures you, his voice brimming with sincerity. “You’ve brought light into my life, darlin’. Ever since you moved in next door, things just feel...better.”

The warmth in Joel’s words seeps into your heart, igniting a deep stirring within you. A connection that goes beyond the simple act of baking muffins is forming between the two of you, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Before you know it, the timer for the muffins goes off, snapping both of you out of the gentle bubble you’ve created. You share a laugh, realizing that you may have gotten carried away in the moment.

Joel stands up and walks over to the oven, his movements fluid and confident. He takes a deep breath, a look of anticipation on his face. “Well, here goes nothing,” he mutters to himself as he opens the oven door and retrieves the tray of freshly baked muffins.

The delightful aroma wafts through the kitchen, filling the air with its tantalizing scent. Joel carefully sets the tray down on the counter, the muffins still warm to the touch. He reaches for a plate and begins arranging the muffins, creating a beautiful display.

You watch him with admiration, seeing the dedication and love he pours into everything he does. In that moment, you can’t help but feel an overwhelming surge of affection towards him.

As you join him by the counter, your hands instinctively reach out to brush against each other, sending a spark of electricity up your arms. Your eyes meet, and in that instant, everything else fades away. It's just the two of you, connected in a way that feels destined.

Joel's gaze is warm as he gazes at you, and his voice is filled with sincerity as he speaks. "I just want you to know how grateful I am for your help, for everything. You've brought so much happiness into our lives."

You smile softly at him, feeling your heart swell with affection. “The feeling is mutual, Joel.”

Joel takes a step closer, his gaze unwavering and filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing. You can’t help but notice how his gaze keeps darting from your eyes to your lips, and you feel your own heartbeat quickens in response, but a sudden surge of bravery fills you as well. You can’t just be imagining this. “You can if you want, you know.” you whisper.

You can almost see how Joel’s breath catches in his throat by your words, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He searches your face, trying to comprehend your words. “If I want...what?” he asks, his tone laced with both curiosity and hope.

A soft smile graces your lips as you reach out to gently take his hand in yours. “You can kiss me,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “If you want.”

“I want to, more than anything.” He brings his free hand up to gently cup your cheek, his fingers grazing your skin with tender affection.

With bated breath, the world seems to stand still as your faces draw closer together. The anticipation hangs in the air like an electric current, and as your lips finally meet, it feels like a rush of warmth cascading throughout your bodies.

The kiss is soft, tender, and filled with an underlying passion that has been building between you. It's a culmination of longing, uncertainty, and hope, all coming together in that single moment of connection.

As your lips move against each other, the outside world fades away, and all that matters is the tenderness you share. Time seems to stretch, allowing you to savor each second of this newfound intimacy.

When you finally break apart, breathing slightly heavier, Joel's eyes search yours, seeking reassurance and confirmation. "Was that okay?" he asks, his voice laced with vulnerability.

You smile warmly at him, a sparkle in your eyes. “More than okay,” you reply, your voice filled with sincerity. “It was everything I hoped it would be.”

A wave of relief washes over Joel as he pulls you into a gentle embrace, his arms enveloping you in a sense of security. Resting his chin on the top of your head, he whispers, “I'm glad, because I've been wanting to do that for a long time.”

And in that moment, as you stand in Joel's warm embrace, you realize that sometimes the sweetest moments in life come unexpectedly. As you snuggle into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek, you can't help but be grateful for the empty sugar canister and the twist of fate that brought you together. Love has a funny way of sneaking up on people, and you can’t wait to see where this new chapter with Joel and Sarah takes you. With muffins in the oven and love blossoming in your hearts, this late-night adventure is just the beginning of a sweet, heartfelt journey together.

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noisynaia · 4 months

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Ahhh, I’m so happy to hear you liked it, Katie!! 💓 It was so nice to write again, and I loved your prompts so much! 🥹 Mwuah, mwuah 💕