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100 followers celebration!!

I am so, so touched that 100 of you are following me!!

Let's play a fun game with our favorite Pedro characters.

Drop an ask and let me know what you want me to send you:

📷 - I want your favorite picture(s) or gif(s) of _______

📝 - I want a ficlet with _____ or about _______

🎶 - I want a song that reminds you of _______

⁉️ - I want something not listed here.

I will write about any Pedro Pascal character and almost any topic.

Let's have fun. I adore you all, seriously. <3

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I love seeing the soft almost shy side of Javi because he's so much more relatable to me. In real life I'm a quiet, shy, observational person who secretly would love it if the man I admire and crush on would whisk me away to the supply closet to kiss me and tell me that he likes me.

Yet again you've managed to create another wonderful story for me to fall in love with. I will joyfully read a part 4 if you decide to write it.

Mailroom Crush Part 3

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count: 2100+

Summary: A story about Reader who works in the mailroom of the embassy and her encounters with a handsome, brown-eyed DEA agent.

Warnings: Language, fluff, a bit of spice but nothing graphic, confessions, inaccurate depiction of how an embassy mailroom works, this is only loosely based on canon of Season 3 shortly after Javier arrives so the timeline does not 100% match the show’s

Author Note: Seriously, y’all keep stunning me with how supportive and kind you are about this fic. It’s so unbelievably sweet, I’m beyond grateful for every like, comment and reblog. If anyone’s interested in a Part 4, lemme know cuz I have some ideas for how Reader and Javi could handle the rest of Season 3′s plot but if y’all think this is a good ending then we’ll call this fic finished 😊

Part 2

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Immortal Lover

Anakin Skywalker x F!Reader

18 + only nsfw, sex pollen, consensual established relationship, stranded trope, mustafar au, sexual content

originally posted Dec 2020 ✨

This gliding stream which marries the wind is very much alive in a molten shade of red, catching against the sharp edges of a carved volcanic landscape, melting at every turn where it pools there into gold. 

With our fears cast away to the shadows of the night,

there is only but a wave of dust and an obsidian moon which surrounds us here;

capturing our love, in all that is the meaning of forever.

Where there is darkness lies a breeze covered by the crimson glow of its counterpart of light, however near or far, somehow it is always there; never lost to the night where it passes by so freely. 

The force of its pull is just as strong as the touch of his hand, a cold metal intertwined between fingertips, and the soothing brush of his thumb, along your skin. 

It is he who leads the way in this ominous place, the enigma that is Anakin Skywalker; already beginning to leave you speechless, at the sign of the very capable look held above his shoulder. 

"Take my hand, my love."

With our fears cast away to the shadows of the night, there is only but a wave of dust and an obsidian moon which surrounds us here; capturing our love, in all that is the meaning of forever.

His stare reflects distraction in its deepest shade of blue, darkening into something otherworldly, where your eyes have now met inside the eternal unknown; a feeling, or a dream, it is where you long for the sight of your immortal lover, no matter the time, no matter the absence of breath. 

“Just a bit further...”

And just beyond the travel of your steps is the destination you seek, a cave amongst ruins cast from stone and fallen brick, shattered by something far beyond recognition…

"What is this place?"

Anakin’s towering figure stands amongst the masked dawn of black, waiting patiently as you follow the instinct which guides you inside; his cloak, protective in its startling embrace where he’s wrapped it around your slotted arms. 

"Our destiny has called us here, do not be frightened..."

It isn’t long before he’s holding you closest to him, shielding what remains of your soul from any source of harm that may threaten from afar; only then had you truly felt safest, and with the tilt of your chin, Anakin’s promise of this, had been sealed by the warmth of his kiss. 

"I am not, at least...not as I was, before."

Where his lips hover over yours in a momentary abandon, he waits with a smile for your impatient return; your touch, no longer a fleeting memory, when the circle of your tongue drags its all consuming feeling into recollection. 

“It speaks to me in dreams, princess, of wanting more, even though I know I shouldn’t …”

And as if Anakin’s words had spoken some sort of supernatural force into existence, the ground beneath you shakes into separation; the point from which you came, now obstructed by an ocean of lava incapable of being crossed. 

It swirls brightly through the pebbled cracks of pavement, smoke and embers wafting their scent of something enticingly familiar in the air; and with a single breath, it is there that you’ve taken it all in…

“The waterfalls … the wildflowers, I sense them all Anakin … it’s as if we're…”

“… home, we are home…”

With a caress of your cheek, he brushes away an imaginary dew that’s formed just along the surface of your skin, stealing away every one of your features in a soft desirable pattern with his lips. 

Blurred vision is your only reason for stepping away; a grasp of strong hands intact and steady around your hips, before favoring another sight of beauty there, capturing Anakin’s unwavering attention. 

"What is it, handsome?"

From amongst the wreckage, is an obsidian rose rising from the ash, each petal folded into one another, into a sterling clash of blackened glass. 

Leaning down, he plucks away this stunning rarity of a treasure, gathering a volcanic dust along with the flower as its sparkling remnants of amber, catch against all of your senses where it settles.

“A gift from the force itself, my love.”

“Anakin … it’s beautiful, but I …”

“What is it? Tell me.”

far away eyes, 

become lost … 

to a wild search, 

for comfort…

“The heat is suddenly too much… I fear I … can not breathe.”

“Then allow me the honor of giving you air …”

It is then that your shared craving is met in an exchange of unsteady breaths, eager sighs collapsing into a kiss where you both exist for the sole purpose of one another; the dark rose, crashing to the ground into tiny shards of molten glass.

“If we are to be stranded here forever, then I fear I can not stay away …”

a passing stare, 

caught,

in a blinding 

trance …

“You’re the only path I wish to follow, Anakin … all will be set right… ”

a single touch,

lit aflame,

searing the chest,

heaving,

with anticipation…

“Then, I must know if you will have me… please…”

“Yes, I am yours … always.”

Without a second thought, Anakin lifts you from where you stand, effortless the way he cradles your neck in the palm of his hand; the other, encasing the small of your back with the shuddering feeling of cool metal to the flushed heat of your skin.

You unravel his toned chest from the heavy weight of his robes, a fist of material in your hands now falling haphazardly at his sides, it is too much and not enough all at once; the constant rush of removal, just as gnawing as the feverish bite he leaves behind on the edge of your bottom lip.

Breathlessly, you trail off into your lavish state of lust, eyes tightly shut when he rips your clothes from their unnecessary seams; breasts free to the air and now consumed by a hollow mouth taking in your peaks of arousal, one by one, with a delicious graze of his teeth and a generous flick of the tongue.

It isn’t painful, no, it is just the sort of relief you need; the vibration of his satisfying hums, thrumming over your skin, tearing shreds of thin material into a mess over the apex of your thighs; your hips, flush with his all the while, where the aching feeling of his cock brushes hard against you.

With both hands you tug on all of his curls, light waves of sand an innocent victim of your impassioned urgency; your lips, leaving a trail of marks where they push and pull along his neck, and the inviting circle of your tongue, crashing along with his, where you’ve come together once more.

Slowly Anakin moves, the swollen tip of his cock pressing upon the weeping bud of your clit, shifting against the perfect rhythm, of your passion fueled friction. 

"Don't stop, baby."

Slick and ready for him you whine into the nape of his neck, the rigid stone walls bruising your back in measured veils of want; and where you finally sink down upon him, intensely caged in there by the broad span of his chest, all the cries you’ve made of his name in whispers, are granted by the shockwaves of release.

"Let go...it's alright."

Your mouth falls open as your body begins to arch against the current of all of his thrusts, steadying yourself around him as much as the maddening tension will allow.

He presses tightly against the pearl of your essence, a light teasing sensation known only by the force, using love as his power to his advantage, where the grip of his hands are left otherwise occupied by something else.

Soon, you are defeated by Anakin’s commanding whisper into your ear, feeling the way your eyes have soothed themselves closed in the midst of all your pleasure, capable of stilling all of your movements, at the moment when he speaks. 

“Open your eyes…”

And it is there that the two of you fall over this sharpened blissful edge, chests heaving with the beating of your hearts, quickening at the sight of your all encompassing connection; until finally he groans, coming undone lovingly, with his eyes forever locked on yours.

Unable to move after your shared state of bliss, Anakin stays lost in the slowest passage of time there for a moment; dizzy and out of breath where the two of you are held close, just as you had been every time before. 

His kiss, is a gentle wave of calm in this place like no other, felt fleeting in minutes when you notice something drifting there from behind.

A set of black stepping stones suddenly appear across the passing river of lava on the horizon, as if born from a tender mist covered in nowhere; your crimson path to freedom supernaturally revealed, if you both should choose to take it…

... ❤

a/n -- thanks for reading 💫 hope you enjoyed this one with darth anakin 😍 this story is one of my favorites that I've written. would love to know how it makes you feel. reposting after deleting everything from my masterlist. xx

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This ticked all my boxes. Sweet, soft, fluffy, smut with lots of love and admiration. Absolute perfection 🥰

idyllic

Pairing: Din Djarin x (f) reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: 18+, explicit, uhhh lots of praise and body worship, tons of fluffy smut, p in v sex

Summary: waking up with Din is best when you have nowhere to be.

This is porn… without a plot because I wanted to see if I could do it? Or more that I wanted to practice for when I need to do both.

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A perfect morning always started with Din’s warm chest pressed against your back. Most days, he would have to roll out of bed painfully early, whispering apologies and pressing them into your skin with kisses. He would don his helmet and get to work, and if you were lucky you’d see his eyes again that evening.

Today, though, the Crest was still in motion and you wouldn’t reach your course for another six, gloriously uneventful hours. As an additional blessing, the little one had been fussy the night before, and from previous experience, you knew he’d sleep well into lunchtime.

This meant you were full of excitement even before you were fully awake. “Well rested” was one of your favorite versions of Din, and you were hoping you’d convince him to stay in your cot, and let you bring him breakfast.

It seemed, however, he had plans of his own for the morning.

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I'm so excited about this because I love post-apocalyptic stuff!

Until the World Goes Cold 1

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Here we are! Chapter one of this. I have no idea how long this will be. I have no idea how often I’ll update it (but I will I swear). Y’all can thank @ohheyitsokay​ for being my cheerleader on this one and convincing me to work on it while the plot bunny was whacking me over the head. 

Warnings: Descriptions of disease, mentions of violence, lawlessness, collapse of society. Please mind your own mental health on this one, my dears. It’s darker than I usually go.

This will be Frankie Morales x f!reader. Eventually. 

Word count: ~900

Nobody expected things to get this bad. And not this fast. 

It started, as these things do, with one. Just one. 

One infected traveler changed the world. 

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This is just so warm and soft. They lead such tough, challenging lives that there aren't many opportunities for softness or gentle connectedness. I'm so happy for them 💓

Safe: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

A/n: What can I say? I’m hormonal and all my shit hurts and if I cannot get snuggles IRL then I will write something super soft and self-indulgent to make myself feel better. Part of the Prickle AU. Set sometime after Sacellum.

Warnings: Oh no! There’s only one bed. Soft!Ezra. Language. Cee’s best friend on The Pug is non-binary and also named after my little boy’s favorite stuffy. Maybe the slightest bit of angst. But mostly super soft.

         “You did this on purpose.”         "Right hand to Kevva, I did not. I asked for double occupancy and they must have misunderstood and–“         "You don’t have a right hand,”         "Let’s go back to the reception desk,“ says Ezra, "We may be able to negotiate more appropriate accommodations.”         "Errgh,“ you groan. Reception had been a nightmare, three freighters worth of traffic trying to secure berths all at once. It was a lot of people. Too many for your liking. Cee was staying with Kit and their family. Kit and Cee had practically tackled each other right there on the dock, everyone else forgotten, walked away arm in arm.         "We shove off in three cycles,” Ezra hollered at her retreating back, and she flapped a dismissive hand at him. You had to smile. For three cycles Cee gets to be a normal teenager hanging out with her best friend without worrying about points and pulls and overhead costs and fuel margins.         "I don’t wanna go back down there,“ you say, "Too many people. I think twice the population of Falnost was waiting in that fucking line.” You brush past him and into the suite. The ceilings are low and slightly curved and it feels strange to be under this much grav. The outer rings of Puggart Bench have something close to terra-normal gravity, but after so much time spent on little moons and worldlets, this much G feels weird and you have no desire to trudge back down to reception.         "You sure?“ Asks Ezra.         "Yeah,” you drop your day bag and press a hand to the mattress. “Look at the size of this thing. It’s, like, five crash-couches wide. This seems above our pay grade.”         "They’re overbooked,“ says Ezra, "We’re paying the same points for the berth we should have gotten. I made sure of it. I can sleep in that recliner if–”         "No.“         "No?”         "Kevva, Ez, we’re both adults,“ you say, "I think we can share a bed for a night without exploding.”

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How dare Stechner mess with Tesoro!

Mailroom Crush Part 4

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count: 2600+

Summary: A story about Reader who works in the mailroom of the embassy and her encounters with a handsome, brown-eyed DEA agent.

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, Stechner is the worst, Reader’s mother is mentioned, inaccurate depiction of how an embassy mailroom works, Idk what Katie’s job is on the show so I just assigned her one, this is only loosely based on canon of Season 3 so the timeline does not 100% match the show’s

Author Note: Because I love Javi and Tesoro, and also because there was so much positive encouragement, I decided to add more to this fic 💗 Somehow instead of writing fluff, I ended up with angst and drama 🤷‍♀️ As always, thank you everybody for your support and I hope y’all enjoy this segment!

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I love love love the Domum universe so much! I used to feel kinda blah about ol' Maxi, but then I read Domum and now I have Max fever🩸

I've reread Domum at least four times this week and the thought of Max having a difficult time keeping his hands off of you just makes me feel soft because he needs to be touching you or kissing you every minute of every day and he starts feeling guilty when he realizes that you might never complain because you love him and he tries to get less touchy but you've gotten so used to it that you start seeking him out and purposely teasing him until he loses control and fucks you down on the floor.

okokokokokok

Lets just fucking CHILL. Here I am- trying to eat dinner and watch a documentary and then you drop this in my asks?

alright lets get into it.

(forgive me - barely edited and not beta'd - just fucking went for it)

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader (Domum universe)

Warnings: smut under the cut (18+ NO MINORS) oral sex f-receiving, PIV sex (wrap it up), language, soft dirty talk (blood kink if you blink but he’s a vampire so it’s expected)

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One whole year.

It was madness to realize how much your life had changed in one year. Here he was - the great love of your life and much to your delight, he couldn't keep his hands off you.

At first you thought it was strange, not in an unpleasant way - more shocking if anything. It was strange to realize how much you needed this. Difficult to comprehend how you'd lived without his warmth, his tenderness - his love.

He was completely open with his affections. Generous with his love, his touch, his kisses; his body.

He would wrap himself around you as you lay in bed, you knew he barely slept at night but he didn't leave your bed. He was happy to hold you, to be used however you saw fit. His mouth was holy - the temple at which you prayed, where you offered yourself up freely and willingly. His lips connected to your body by some invisible thread.

His hands were elegant, long fingers with neatly trimmed nails - they were always connected to you. On your thigh when you sat together - on the nape of your neck when he stood beside you; at your breast when he slept.

You loved nothing more than studying them, as though you could map out the story of his life in the lines etched on them. He had found you sketching them, and smiled.

You loved them at your throat.

You loved them on your naked skin, those long fingers inside you- stroking, gliding, pinching - at your lips and in your mouth.

You saw his reluctance however. Saw him question himself.

It wasn't hard to read him - he was surprisingly open. His thoughts and feelings were always written in his face and in his eyes so clearly and when he slowly started holding back that healing touch you understood.

You've never been with anyone this long have you my love?

It was as though you'd suddenly become too fragile, as if one touch too many would break the spell and you'd forsake him. It was enough you make you laugh.

Don't you understand Max? I want you just as bad.

"I love this colour on you my love, it makes you look like the sun itself." He smiles and it touches the deepest parts of you but where this would normally be followed but a caress he steps away. Giving you space when none is needed and instead you chase him. Pressing yourself closely.

"Thank you Max." You say it sweetly, standing on the tips of your toes to offer yourself up to him once more and it almost makes you laugh to see his eagerness.

You just need a push sometimes.

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He sat at the table, reading one his books and you could see the unease, the need for comfort but where once he'd seek you out - now he held off. You were a precious resource, not to be abused.

You stood behind him and ran your fingers through his hair, scratched lovingly at his scalp and you felt him melt, and then quickly pulled away before he could turn. You smiled at yourself, feeling his need for more.

You will seek me out before this day is done.

Just a little push.

you interrupted him every time you passed by his place at the table. A hand brushing at his throat. A soft caress of his shoulder. A kiss left at the crown of his head.

He breathed hard and you knew he wanted more but he'd have to act.

You would have to resort to something you knew he couldn't resist.

You pricked your finger and the effect was immediate. His whole body seemed to tense, ready to spring.

"Clumsy me." You spoke to yourself, letting the fat bead of blood rest on the tip of your finger before smiling up at him and his gaze sent a thrill through you, made your cunt throb and your nipples harden.

"What are you doing my love?" His voice was deep, predatory, exciting.

"I am trying to shake you out of your madness Max. Get you to treat me the way you did before." You pulled the shift down the best you could without spilling the drop. "Are you going to waste it?" You smeared it onto your nipple and he cracked.

He was on you in a flash, the two of you on the floor. His tongue chasing every single drop of you. Your finger was next and he sucked at it desperately as he ground himself onto your clothed centre.

"You cannot know what you do to me." He ripped your undergarments off, spreading you open wide before spearing into your wet heat with his tongue. It was heaven and you let him drink you down before another urge took hold of you.

"Max - stop and look at me." He reluctantly separated himself from you with one last open-mouthed kiss to your bundle of nerves. You pricked your finger again, and relished the red glint in his eye. "I want you to ruin me for all others." You smeared the bead onto the lips of your sex and you saw the look of rapture on his face at your actions.

He said nothing as he licked at your sex once more, his breath coming in pants as he moaned onto you. He ripped the pleasure out of you, disrespectful in his ferocity.

You yanked at his hair, grinding the pert little pearl of you against him until the coil snapped and his face was drenched in you.

"You taste like heaven-" He bit his way up, piercing you over and over, making you gasp each time. Your inner thigh, your belly, your breast - licking the wound closed before moving on. "Tell me you're mine." He licked into your mouth before you could answer, wanting to taste the truth in your words. "Tell me this pretty little cunt is mine." He stared at your mouth as he freed himself.

"I am yours Max, now and always - all of me." You wrapped your legs high on his waist as he worked his cock into you. "Please Max - please." The words came out as a moan when he bottomed out. The both of you groaning in unison. He was so hard - his cock pulsing inside of you and you knew he wouldn't last.

You reached down between you to feel yourself stretched around him, relishing it before gliding your fingers against the little bundle of nerves.

"Bite me Max - please - bite me where I like it." He obliged, his mouth a steady suck at your breast and the orgasm hit you like a cannonball.

Three, four, five strokes later and he spilled inside of you.

He pulled you up after, crushing you underneath him in your bed and you smiled.

Just a little push.

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I loved watching Frankie's walls come crumbling down as he told her things about his past and how she was accepting and comforting to him. A sweet Christmas happy ending. I feel all warm and fuzzy ❤

Baby It’s Cold Outside Part 3: There Will Be Plenty Implied

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x female reader

Word Count: 12,056

Rating: M? We’ll say M because there’s mentions of sex, lots of language, talk of a character death (but honestly it’s to be expected at this point), mentions of drug use, Frankie bening dangerously attentive.

A continuation of this story which was written for @missminkylove and @bport76 as a part of my Christmas in July celebration. Takes place immediately after part 2

I tried to stop writing this pairing and I literally cannot do so to save my life, so enjoy another 12,000 words. Frankie’s got an edge to him, but there’s just something in me that wants to write some happiness and … dare I say it … fluffy situations for this man? Who am I? 

EDIT BECAUSE I AM AN ASSHOLE: Credit to @the-blind-assassin-12 who (after a million hours of talking about Francisco Morales) came up with the line about the laundry scent. That’s all on her and her brilliant mind, not me.

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This makes my heart feel all melty and warm. I love sweet, soft Pero 🥰

Letters Unwritten

Flufftober Day 1 - Handwritten Letters

Prompt list here by @themand0lorian 💜 adapted from @ flufftober2021’s prompt list here

Pairing: Pero Tovar x GN!Reader

Themes: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, yearning

Warnings: none, but will update if anything is pointed out to me!

Word Count: ~1690

A/N: I’m way off track with Flufftober but better late than never! I have several ideas that I intend to complete. I’m pretty proud of this one. 🥰 Thank you @acrossthesestars for the beta reading and hype. ♥️

Song I had on loop while writing: “Maria Elena” by Los Indios Tabajaras

Pero gif by @ pedrohub (ugh he is so pretty I cry 😭)

Pero carefully wrapped the letters to protect them from the elements and any damage. He debated whether to place them in the saddlebag or closer to his chest. He chose the latter, his layers keeping the letters that much safer near his heart. And what better place than where they affected him most? His sturdy fingers had worn the paper thin in places from holding tightly as he pored over your script. The flow of your hand was staccatoed with dashes and harsh strokes, the occasional smudge of ink in the corner. Rough sketches of scenes he longed to have seen you create or witness with you in person. William had sent word of their intended return a couple days before their departure. If Pero had his way, they would not have left in the first place. But a job was a job, and they finished it.

You busied yourself with every task from cleaning to chopping firewood to preserving vegetables. You assumed hands occupied with chores meant your thoughts would be focused on the tasks as well. But that wasn’t the case. Sarah received a letter one morning from William and hurried to you to share the news. He and Pero were returning. You put on a pleasant face and delighted in the update, just like you had each time Sarah informed you about previous letters from William. Each time she brought a humble token for you: ribbon, seeds, a stone pendant that you threaded with leather to make a necklace, and others. Sarah was quick to reassure that Pero was thinking of you. Her attempts to comfort you were appreciated, but not enough to quell your doubts.

Inside your small cottage. no letters awaited you to dig into or reread in waiting for the next to arrive. No storied accounts from Pero of wild landscapes and the creatures that called them home. Had he thought about you? Missed you? Was he closer to the stars — longing for you as the moon went through her phases? There was no way of knowing. Your mind ruminated on these questions and their implications — turning them over and twisting them into assumptions— meanwhile your hands would be stilled mid twist over the washbasin, soapy water gone cold.

You had sent several letters to Pero in his absence, each contained a small momento. A sketch, a pressed flower, a lock of hair tied with a ribbon. The same ribbon Sarah had given you, in fact. In quieter moments, while Toby laid at your feet or the morning sun found you through the window, your hand would drift to the gap where that lock once was to run your thumb over the shortened strands. However, enough time passed for new growth to blend into the rest.

True to William’s word, he and Pero returned within the month. Pero turned his horse off the main road to trail along the path that wound its way to your home. He guessed correctly that you would be in your garden. Your back was turned to the road but stiffened at the sound of approaching hoofbeats. Toby only barked twice. He tended to incessantly bark at everyone. But never at Pero. Rather, you could have mistaken the big oaf for a puppy based on the eager whines and yips. Had it been years ago, Toby would have met Pero in the saddle, leaping up in a single bound for him to catch. Yet another sign of time’s continuous passing.

Wiping your hands on your breeches, you stood up to greet him. Just in time to see Toby plow over a dismounted Pero. Were the circumstances different, you would have laughed heartily before saving Pero from a slobbery demise. But at this point in time, you weren’t sure how to feel. Despite your uncertainties, you held out your hand to help him off the ground.

Pero’s grin faltered at your somber expression, concern clouded over the twinkle in his eyes. He looked at your hand and grasped, standing upright. He wanted to wrap you in his embrace well before he was in sight of you, but second guessed himself. He lead his horse to the pen and slung the tack onto the fence to be dealt with later. Toby looked up at you, tilting his head and raising those white, wiry eyebrows. Back when Toby was a pup who hadn’t grown into those eyebrows yet, Pero compared him to a crazed wizard and called him el mago when he didn’t think you could hear him.

“You must be tired after your journey,” you said quietly when Pero approached you again. You took a few strides to the cottage, then stopped abruptly when you didn’t hear him and Toby following. Pero stood firmly in place, eyeing you with mild caution, your implied invitation having the opposite effect — rendering him suddenly uncertain of his place with you.

Focusing on worrying a divot into the path with the toe of your boot, so you didn’t have to meet his gaze, you felt bold enough to broach the subject.

“I must confess, your return surprises me.”

You flicked your eyes up to see him shrug his shoulders, his expression unchanged. “It was a simple mission that paid well, a silly lord of no consequence who worried for his safety over nothing. We were in no danger. William sent word before we left.”

“I meant your return to me,” you looked down, repeating to the dirt, “to me.”

Pero’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Why-“ he started.

“You didn’t answer any of my letters,” you spoke up, gathering the courage to look him in the eye. “I sent you several.”

The hurt on his face seemingly matched the intensity of yours, but why he would feel hurt you couldn’t fathom.

Pero tentatively stepped forward to reach for the leather necklace that laid on your chest. You held your breath while he briefly rubbed his thumb over the small stone pendant. He returned it to its place then nodded towards the garden. “The seeds seem to have arrived safely.”

You grasped the stone, the sudden chill that started with your demeanor then traveled from your hands wicked away the warmth Pero and your time in the sun had given it. “What do you mean? Sarah gave these to me.”

“Because I sent them with William’s letters to send to you,” Pero defended himself then continued fondly, “They are hollyhocks. The lord’s garden was filled with them. But,” he grasped your other hand, “I am enjoying them much more knowing they grew under your care.”

Sarah’s visits rapidly replayed in your mind. The seeds, the ribbon, the pendant you held, and more. She had brought small items over the course of many visits but, you belatedly realized, only when she had news from William. And she had told you every time that Pero was thinking of you.

“I- I’m sorry I did not realize. Thank you for the lovely gifts, Pero. But why… why didn’t you tell me plainly? With no word from you, how was I to know they were from you or if you still…” you trailed off. Pero knew what you were implying because he frowned and refused to meet your pleading gaze. He took his turn shuffling his boot back and forth over the same spot in the path.

“I apologize that I made you feel ignored.I knew it would not be enough, but I never imagined I would hurt you. Please believe me, I thought of you every moment, day and night. I sent my love for you the only way I know how.”

The air stilled in silence. How many heartbeats passed, neither of you kept count. Ultimately, Pero took a deep breath and spoke.

“I cannot read or write in your language, and my skills in my mother tongue are not what they were when I was younger. William is a trusted friend, but I have kept this and your letters to myself. I kept them close to me always.”

You yearned to touch him to convey comfort and understanding. He shared himself openly and honestly with you for years, but never before was he so candid, so vulnerable. For fear of spooking him, you gestured for him to sit beside you up against the house, letting him decide how close he wanted to be. Toby waited for Pero to take his seat then curled up on his left side. His tail wagged as Pero gently stroked his bristly coat.

Pero reached between his layers, pulling out a bundle of letters you knew well. They looked a little worse for wear, but to a knowing heart it was clear they were well loved. He set them in his left hand and took yours with his right. You felt him place something in your palm.

The lock of hair you gifted him, tied with the ribbon he gifted you.

Pero leaned forward so he could look at you face to face.

“I have shown my love for you. Yet I return to find you feeling abandoned and uncertain of my intentions. I will not make you wonder ever again. I will not tell you I missed you.”

Your mouth opened, however he persisted.

“How could I miss you when you were always with me? I only have so many breaths left, I have more important things to say.”

He shifted towards you and rested his hand on your cheek, the affection was the long awaited break in the clouds.

“For every one of these letters,” he lifted them so they were in your sight, “I will show you - tell you - how I love you. My devotion to you runs deep and strong. Now, mi amor, read this letter to me. And then I will tell you how much I love you again. And again.”

“And when I have read all the letters?” You leaned into his touch, your gaze softened in clarity and relief as he looked upon you with fond reverence.

“Then I will tell you I love you once more. And always once more.”

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Mi amor - my love

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The Lonely Castle

Chapter 6 - Idiots

Chapter Summary: Ember and Pero are idiots, but they might be about to realise that about themselves, as their bickering reaches a turning point.

Author's Note: My week has not been great, my loves, which is why this chapter is short. Hopefully sweet, though.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Cursing, idiots in love, angst, historical errors (probably something more, I'm too tired to think, sorry) Word Count: 4264 Masterlist (this story) Author’s Masterlist

“You expect me to believe that…?”

“It’s just a feeling, Snow, I’m not suggesting we ignore the threat and start running around outside all exposed.”

“Well, good, because I wasn’t planning on it. And you better not be either.”

“Since when am I the one of us most prone to taking risks?”

“What are you implying? I have never deliberately exposed myself to any serious risks.”

“No? You mean to say it wasn’t your choice to defy all expectations, learn crafts and skills not suited for your sex, run from the Royal Guard, or become companion with the likes of me?”

She wanted to tell him that those weren’t risks, and that she hadn’t really had a choice for some of it. But that would be lies. She had done all of those things, and more, knowing that they were inappropriate or even illegal, and that she might face dire consequences for them, but she still hated the implication that she was a person who sought risks, or simply ignored them.

“If you’re going to use the torments and trials of my life as food for your mockery, then don’t expect me to share any more of them.”

“I’m not trying to mock you; you asked a question which I then questioned. You haven’t heard me snap at you for implying that I would be foolish enough to take a stroll outside, on a mere hunch that I might not be attacked.”

“I am not snapping at you.”

He just raised his thick eyebrows and kept staring at her, and it infuriated her that she couldn’t tell if he was amused or annoyed.

“Fine, maybe I am, but maybe you deserve it.”

His eyebrows came back down, but not into a scowl as she’d assumed. Instead, he just looked… accepting. As though he thought himself deserving of any and all amount of snapping she might decide to rain over him. And suddenly her anger was unbiddenly replaced with sadness and regret. He nodded once, briefly, and then went over to the fireplace to add some more wood, wincing as he lowered himself down to his knees to poke the coals. Damn the man, couldn’t he ever just be like normal men, and bark and yell at her so that she could do the same, and finally release some tension out of her frame? Why did he have to be so incomprehensible and unpredictable all the time?

“Just like that?”

Confused, he turned to look at her from his crouched position in front of the fire, but didn’t say anything.

“I make one remark about you deserving to be snapped at, and you simply accept that as truth?”

He looked back into the flames before he replied, as if there was something in his eyes he didn’t want her to see, which only further vexed her, because she truly did want to understand him better, but he kept robbing her of so many opportunities to.

“Would you prefer I argue with you?”

Well… yes, actually.

“I would prefer that something about you made sense! You’re impossible! On the one hand you can be so kind and careful, and then you’re suddenly disgruntled and evasive, and there’s just no logic to it. What must I do for you to dare show me who you really are?”

“Snow…”

“No, Pero, just tell me. Two months we’ve been trapped with each other now. I’ve hunted for you, fought for you, literally carried you and protected you with my life. I’ve allowed you to touch me and forgiven you when you have without my consent, but whether I treat you with kindness or anger, it never changes anything. I still know almost nothing more about you now than I did when we first met. Why won’t you let me know you?”

He sighed, and it was as though the action made him shrink a little.

“I am not someone you actually want to know. Not like that. Trust me.”

“That’s a cowardly answer.”

She saw him attempt to stand up, only to halt the movement when his upper back complained enough to make him close his eyes and sink back down the few inches he’d begun to rise. The pain made him clamp his jaws down on whatever it was he’d been about to say, but after a few moments of attempting to loosen them, he tried again.

“I’m not going to tell you about the things in my life that can only frighten you. There is nothing to be gained by such a conversation. If that makes me a coward to your eyes… so be it.”

“I don’t scare that easily.”

He sighed again, rubbing his hand over his face before lightly shaking his head towards the flames.

“Does it even occur to you that you shouldn’t have to know terrible things, only because you might be able to stomach them better than others?”

You made an effort to sound less irritated, so that he might truly hear you.

“Pero… I recognise that I have very limited options if I wish to live a long life, and I truly consider myself fortunate to have stumbled upon a man such as you, willing to shoulder the burden that I carry. But if I am to spend the rest of my life with you, however lengthy or brief it might end up, I wish to at least attempt to make it a good one, and I can’t fathom how any life filled with secrets could ever be a happy one.”

He looked at her again, and there was something so deeply hurt in the depth of his eyes that tears formed in her own, just at the sight of him.

“I don’t know how to live happily, mi sueño.”

With that, he grabbed the top of the fireplace opening and heaved himself up with only his right arm, ignoring the pain that so clearly shot through his entire back, and she felt her hands twitch towards him, wanting to help, but knowing that she wouldn’t be welcome to. Then he slowly made his way back to the stairs and walked up to the next floor. Hopefully to rest, and not sit in the flag tower out in the cold, keeping watch. Going after him would only anger him, and he was too weak for outbursts like that still. She’d been wrong to pick a fight with him today, but he was just so frustrating, she couldn’t help but bark at him at times, and besides; it wasn’t like the past several days had been relaxing. With a great deal of sleep and nutrition to catch up on, as well as the lingering threat of an actual fucking monster outside the door, Ember was somewhat on edge, still ready to react and guard and fight. But her companion seemed only drained. As though the monster no longer had any residence in his mind, replaced by what seemed to be old ghosts that haunted the man relentlessly and without mercy. If only she knew what those spirits were tormenting him for, perhaps she could’ve helped him. If only he’d given her the chance. With nothing on hand to busy her restless mind, still expecting to see monsters in every shadow, and unable to go out hunting and let her body release some tension, she went to the kitchen instead, and started making bread. At least the kneading would allow her to work some muscles, and perhaps let her relax a little with the sense that she was actually doing something.

Pero wasn’t angry. He was sad and disappointed with himself, but he wasn’t angry. He knew that it had seemed as though he was, and he regretted that, because it meant that she would think that she’d upset him, when in fact it was own past, his own choices and mistakes that had made him react as he had. If only he’d known how to tell her that. If only he’d dared to tell her the truth. But he was injured and weak and no matter how much he tried to control himself, the emotions sat closer to the surface of his soul than usual, and he couldn’t stop them from coming over him with full force. He had been cowardly at times, not just concerning his heart. At the strange big wall, he’d chosen to steal and flee, rather than fight, even though it had meant leaving his only friend behind, and that was far from the only time he’d made selfish decisions like that, which was why her words had affected him so deeply. He needed rest, and he needed to keep himself calm. The pelts were all still on the floor downstairs, so his bed was reduced to just the pine padding, but it would have to do. He laid down carefully on his right side, falling asleep almost instantly.

He woke after what felt like a long time, and it took him a moment to realise what had roused him, despite what seemed like a dreadful fatigue plaguing him still, until he became aware that something smelled heavenly. He knew that smell, and he’d know it anywhere, even though he’d only felt it a handful of times in all his years in this world. The life he’d led hadn’t given him many opportunities to buy bread, nor sufficient coin to waste on such a thing, but occasionally, he’d stolen a piece if the chance presented itself. His body was stiff and uncooperative, but he willed it to move all the same, grimacing badly as he made his way back downstairs, where the scent was truly everywhere and overwhelming his senses until he could almost taste it. It made his mouth water with anticipation. Snow was seated on the pelts in front of the fireplace, poking at the fresh wood she must’ve recently added to the flames, after using the coals to bake the pieces of bread which now sat to cool on a clean cloth beside her. There was a braided basket on her other side, and even though they were wrapped in another cloth, he knew it was filled with the pieces which had already cooled sufficiently. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn’t yet noticed his presence, and she seemed so sad that for a moment he hesitated to approach her. Perhaps she’d only grow angry again if he disturbed her, and he was too tired to argue any more right then. But before he could decide whether he should leave her be, she suddenly turned her head, and an unexpected smile came into her features, when she saw him standing there. It was small, but warm, and it seemed to chase away the sadness from her heart, which made him unreasonably happy.

“They’re best while they’re warm. I was going to come and get you once I finished.”

While she spoke, she picked up one of the pieces that was cooling and held it out to him.

“You don’t have to sit with me if you don’t want to, but you should definitely eat, you look terrible.”

He made his way over to her, and without taking the offered bread, started working his way down to the bedding to join her, and once she realised what he was doing, she reached out to help steady him as he lowered himself. She did it reflexively, her desire to help so ingrained in her person after so many years of assisting her father, that it was natural to her, but he wondered if she knew how few the occasions were, that she’d reached out to him voluntarily before.

“Thank you. The smell woke me.”

“I’m glad you got some rest.”

Again, she offered him the bread, but even though his mouth was still watering, he didn’t take it yet.

“I’m sorry, Snow. I was obtuse before.”

“So was I. You’re a mystery to me, and I don’t like that. But I think I finally understand why. I think it’s because I’ve always been in control of my own life, and always made the decisions that impacted my circumstances, by myself, and now that’s all gone. I have no control anymore, over much of anything, really, and it makes me feel trapped. But none of that is your fault, and I’m wrong to blame you or demand answers from you for no greater cause than my own flaws.”

Once more, she offered the fruits of her labour, and this time he took it, but merely held the warm delicacy in his cold hands, staring at it while he tried to find the right words.

“I do want you to know me. The problem is, that I also don’t, because of the darkness that has followed me ever since I was a boy, running from my home. I fear that it will stain you, make you harder, colder, and I so profoundly enjoy your light and warmth. I’m not proud of the man I am, or many of the things I’ve done, and thus, I refrain from speaking of them, but not because of any ill will or desire to keep you fumbling in the dark. I wish only to shield you.”

“A creature actually born of darkness hunts us, and yet you think you are the thing I need shielding from? You compare yourself to the beast? Do you really think your darkness could rival a creature that sinister?”

He lifted his eyes to meet hers, so that she would know that his answer, however unexpected or unbelievable, was what he truly thought.

“You call it sinister, and you may very well be correct. It did bite me. But the creature also had many opportunities to harm you, yet elected only to follow and observe. We understand nothing of its intentions, meaning we can say nothing of the depth of its darkness. And thus, for all we know, mine might be even worse than the beasts.”

She stared back into his dark orbs, looking mostly confused, which was understandable, but there was something else there as well, not so easily deciphered. Not the fear he might have expected, but rather a frustration of some sort. However, she chose not to answer him, which he found odd.

“I think there are many kinds of monsters, and that there are an infinite number of ways to harm someone, even without leaving a mark on their skin, and I would rather suffer eternal loneliness, than harm you.”

She still only stared back at him with that strange look in her eyes, until she suddenly nodded towards his hands.

“I didn’t bake the bread merely to be stared at.”

Her tone made it clear that she would give no further reply to the subject of monsters and darkness, and he knew better than to try and push her. So, instead he lifted the bread to his mouth and took a bite, savouring the soft, moist texture, and the somehow both sweet and savoury taste. It was utterly delicious, and if not for the ache within his heart, craving to taste so much more than just her culinary productions, he would’ve found that moment quite enjoyable.

The snow had settled in around the castle by the time they felt it was safe to start venturing outside again, several weeks after Pero’s last sighting of the creature. His wounds had healed well, and he was back to form by then. But Ember had noticed that he sporadically seemed troubled by the scars, as though they still stung him sometimes, and she wondered if the poison they believed the creature might have infected him with, was somehow still not fully expelled or burned out of his body. It worried her. She’d never seen a poison that could have such a lasting effect. At least, not one that any man could survive. He had set about clearing the stairs to the basement as soon as he could move freely again, and within a week had opened the path, but the route was still unpassable as there were no steps remaining. So, while they were still trapped indoors, he’d made new ones, meaning they could now reach their food-supply without leaving the castle. The few times they did require stepping out for something, it was water, which the snow simplified for them, more wood for the fire, or fresh branches for their bedding. They remained careful, though. Only ever going out together, so that one of them could always keep watch on their surroundings, and never going further than within sight of the castle, in case they might need to run back there. Five weeks after they last saw the monster, they had no choice but to bring home more wood, to make sure it would have time to dry before their current supply would run out, so they set out at dawn, together, and got to work. They brought down two trees, cut them into manageable pieces, and hauled them back to the castle, and the shelter of the stables, to chop them up and stack them. All without a single word being exchanged between them. That had become their routine somehow, ever since that evening with the bread, and Pero’s thoughts about his own darkness. Ember had been unable to find words to describe how preposterous that had sounded to her, but also felt that merely calling his thoughts preposterous would’ve been exceedingly rude and disrespectful, when he seemed so convinced of the truth within them himself. But how could any human, no matter how degenerate, possibly rival the darkness of an actual demon? Somehow, this question, despite never having been asked, now sat like a dagger between them. Because she knew that if she were to ask it, he would not respond in any favourable manner, more likely he would be angered by her disagreement of his self-assessment, and since she was incapable of leaving well enough alone, they would undoubtedly only end up arguing again. Thus; almost complete silence reigned over them both. Until that day.

“How does it work? Your logic.”

He stopped working and straightened up to meet her eyes with a furrowed brow.

“Regarding what?”

“Yourself, me, monsters… take your pick.”

“I don’t understand what you’re asking?”

She took a breath, trying to keep herself calm. It didn’t really work.

“I’m asking, yet again, how you can be so caring and protective of me, and at the same time, so impossibly indifferent to my pain?”

He flinched, and then dropped his axe on the chopping block, before stepping closer to her, his brow now creased in concern.

“What pain? Are you injured, did you cut yourself?”

“No! That’s not what I mean.”

The frown became a scowl, but she could see him try not to get irritated with her for once again bringing up what appeared to him to be impossible questions.

“Then to what pain are you referring?”

“All of it. All of it, Pero. The pain of not understanding my own life, my own circumstance. The pain of a loss so profound it still hurts me in every breath. But most of all; the pain of not understanding why I am exiled, not from Boden or any society… but from you.”

His eyes narrowed in confusion, and a fire seemed to spark somewhere within him. Still, he remained annoyingly calm.

“It has never been my intent to make you feel this way.”

“But you do! You make me feel like more of an outsider here, than I ever did in my home town, and they all hated me!”

For a brief moment, she saw hurt in his eyes, before he concealed it by letting his anger lose. Still, his voice was calm. It was only his eyes that betrayed the fire within.

“So, because someone else made you feel this way, logically I must hate you too?”

“Do you? I ask because I honestly can’t tell. I can never tell how you truly feel, or what you might decide to react to, or what those reactions might be.”

“I don’t hate you. But if you no longer trust me, then what good are my words?”

“Just, please, stop hiding from me and let me see you! Let me know what’s in your heart…”

He wanted to. She could see it. Something strong fighting within him, wanting to break free, but remaining chained up and locked away, and she hated it. She hated that he did that to himself. She hated that a part of her knew that he always would.

“What is the point of protecting me, keeping me here, just so we can both be miserable for the rest of our days? If this uncertain volatility is to be my life, then I would rather see you end me.”

Something inside of him reached its limit at her words, and a fury unlike anything she’d seen or heard tales of before, suddenly scorched the very air around them both, as he rapidly approached her. She couldn’t help but back away, as her instincts reacted, but he kept coming closer.

“If it was your wish to escape me, you had plenty of chances to try, and if you were truly indifferent to living, you wouldn’t have fought so hard to save us both. Stop being dramatic and just tell me what you’re really after, Snow?”

Something that hurt in a very different way than any pain she’d previously known, carved its way through her heart as she realised what this was truly about. Why she kept feeling compelled to know what was in his heart. Tears filled her eyes as they continued to stare into his, hoping to see something that would never be there. No matter how much she wished it, the tenderness and warmth that she sought from him, would never be hers, and perhaps confessing that, to her own heart as much as his mind, was the only way to be free of it.

“…Love.”

The tears accompanied the word as it tentatively fell from her lips, and she watched his face turn blank and unreadable in response. She waited. Surely a word that carried that much power, that much significance, would be enough to earn an honest reply, but he remained silent and unyielding. And suddenly the pain morphed into anger, yet again, because this time she needed a response. A real, earnest one, even if it was a rejection.

“What use is there to say anything at all to you? You’re right, you are cold, and dark and cruel, and you wouldn’t know love if it punched you in the face!”

Knowing he wouldn’t grace her with an answer of any kind, she left the stables and trudged through the snow towards the stairs. They barricaded the door down to the basement from the main hall, every time they left the castle, just in case the beast tried to crawl inside through the much wider, damaged stairwell, while they were out. Otherwise, that would’ve been her closest entry. But she hadn’t even passed that door, when she heard him behind her. Not following, just stepping out from the stables so she’d hear him.

“Only because I’ve never met someone like you before.”

She stopped, scarcely believing her own ears. She turned to find him standing there, in the doorway, no longer able to cling to the blank expression, instead seemingly on the verge of drowning in fear, now that he’d finally unchained his heart. For her. It was fear of his own affection for her that had made him so distant, so unwilling to bare his soul, terrified that she wouldn’t like what she saw, not because he feared her judgement, but because he simply wanted her to like him. All of him. And he didn’t believe anyone could. Her heart sung with joy, and a lightness she hadn’t felt for a very long time, perhaps ever, spread like a grass-fire through her body, sparkling to the surface and forming the brightest smile she’d ever felt before. So bright that it blinded her to everything else. The smile hadn’t even reached her lips when the darkness took him. It appeared from above. The thick, muscular tail wrapped around him so tightly, and then he was gone. Lifted off the ground and snatched away in the bright light of the midday sun, so quickly it was as if lightning had reached for him. It seemed all the more unreal in daylight, somehow. Monsters belonged in the shadows, that’s what all the stories always said. That the day chased them away, that light conquered dark, that people were safe under the sun. The brightness vanished, replaced by the ice and fire of fear, drawing desperate screams up her throat as she ran to the other side of the castle, hoping to see where the creature would take him. But there was nothing there. She circled the structure, looking for traces, tracks, claw marks, anything at all. Fresh snow, a foot deep, covered everything. And yet, not one footprint could be found. Not one trace. They were just gone. Hopelessness descended upon her shoulders, with the realisation that she couldn’t follow him, that there was nothing to track, meaning that… she was alone. She fell to her knees, and it was as though an impossibly heavy weight had been placed on top of her, trying to crush her. Body, mind and soul. He was all she had left. And he was gone.

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Seduction - Richard Alonso-Muñoz

Seduction || Size difference || Cunnilingus Richard Alonso-Muñoz x OFC/reader

Words: 1.5k Warnings: smut.

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"Can I help with the dishes?"

She smiled and Richard felt his heart flutter. They’d met at a dozen different gatherings, mutual friends and all that, but he’d never had the chance to get to know her. But tonight it was just the two of them, Ben and Tina had left claiming they had to relieve their babysitter.

"I’ll wash if you dry."

Richard glanced over her pretty dress and shook his head. "I’ll wash if you dry." She nodded and he rolled his sleeves up, noticing how she eyed him carefully when he dipped his hands into the soapy water. "I promise I won’t break anything."

She startled and then smiled, pulling a dishtowel from a nearby cabinet. "Better not."

They passed the time in casual chit chat, her arm brushing his sometimes when she moved about and Richard caught a whiff of her perfume. Or maybe it was shampoo. Either way it made his blood pound a little harder and he deliberately slowed down his washing. But there was only so long it could take to clean four plates and assorted silverware and soon she was passing the towel to him to dry his hands.

"I had better go," he said with a sigh, casting about for some way to invite her on a date. "Maybe we-"

"There’s still some water in the kettle," she spoke over him, flicking a button on the side of the appliance. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

Richard didn’t drink tea but nodded anyway. Maybe he could get up the courage to ask her out with a little more time. At her direction he pulled down teacups, cream, and assorted sugars - then took them to the living room when she pointed him that way. He was sitting there awkwardly on the couch, damp palms flat on his thighs, when she came in a few minutes later with the pot.

"How do you take it?"

"Whatever you think is best."

She smiled at him again when she passed him his teacup and he took a small sip, grimacing at the taste but using the cup to hide his mouth.

"What happened to your hand?"

Richard glanced at the back of his right hand, frowning. "A small accident at work. Nothing to be-"

She was touching him.

Sweet Mary she was touching him.

Her fingers lightly slipped under his palm and pulled him closer, tracing over the thin red line. "Does it hurt?"

He shook his head and bit back a moan as her thumbs pressed into the meat of his palm.

"You’re tense."

Richard didn’t know what to say. Her fingers were gliding over his skin, pressing and pushing until he was lightheaded. What was he supposed to do? He didn’t know so he did nothing, just sat and held his teacup uselessly in one hand while her fingers massaged the other.

"Your muscles are tight." She said the words conversationally, moving up to his exposed forearm.

Richard nearly swallowed his tongue before asking, "Are you?"

Her eyebrow shot up and he choked, setting the teacup aside as though he might blame it when in reality it had been nowhere near him when he’d forgotten how to breathe.

"I mean, are your muscles? Tight? Is that… is that a thing?"

Biting her lip she nodded, turning around and baring the back of her neck to him. In the dress she wore he could see a wide sweep of her back, skin smooth in the low light. "I always seem to have a knot, right here," she pointed and Richard’s eyes fell to the spot. "Can you see it?"

"No."

She was turned away so he had no idea what expression was on her face when she offered, "Maybe you can feel it."

His breath was unsteady as he slowly reached forward, resting his fingertips on the spot she had indicated. There might have been a knot there, he had no idea. What he knew was petal soft skin and a slight noise that fell from her lips. She tilted her head, baring more to him.

"Would you mind? I can’t reach there very well."

Richard swallowed. He had about as much experience with this as he had with drinking tea but she was asking and it didn’t feel polite to say no.

He also didn’t want to say no.

Carefully, fingers almost delicate on her, he drifted over the spot she indicated. A mumbled word from her and he pressed harder.

She moaned.

Christ she moaned and the half erection he’d had ever since he’d gotten her scent blossomed into a full hard on. If she turned around, if she saw it… there was no hiding it. He didn’t want to embarrass her.

Her hand fell to his thigh.

Any brainpower he had left rocketed off into the night. His breaths were coming harsh and fast, like he’d been running a mile. He needed to leave before he came all over his pressed khakis. Quickly, before she could turn around, he lept to his feet, grabbing his jacket and holding it in front of his waist.

"Thank you very much for dinner but I should go."

She rose almost as fast, lips parted and a confused look on her face. "Richard I-"

"Good night."

He was halfway to his car when he realized he forgot his phone. Groaning he turned back towards her house, wondering briefly how much to just buy a new one. With reluctant steps he returned, frowning when he saw she had not shut the door behind him. He pushed it open, eyes going to the couch and her slumped shoulders. Her face was buried in her palms but she turned at the sound of him calling her name. It was impossible to miss her dejected look and Richard went to her immediately, although once there he was at a loss for what to do.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," she smiled tightly up at him. "I’m guessing you didn’t change your mind. Did you forget something?"

Change his mind? His eyebrows pulled together as he mumbled something about his phone and she rose, fetching it from the kitchen and returning with it. When she held it out he took it hesitantly, studying her.

"Change my mind about what?"

"Staying."

Richard heard blood roaring in his ears. "Staying?"

"Here. With me. I thought…"

The phone made a loud thump when he dropped it. Then his body as he sank onto the couch in a daze. "You want me to stay?"

It was her turn to look confused, sitting next to him and folding her hands in her lap. "I thought I was… I’m not sure I could have been more obvious short of just saying it."

"Saying what?"

A short self-deprecating laugh left her and Richard hated the sound of it. "That I was trying to seduce you."

He reached a hand out and let it hang in the air between them. "I didn’t realize."

"You didn’t…?" She bit her lip. "And now that you know? Is that something you might want?"

He nodded so forcefully it made him dizzy, then saw stars when she caught his hand and pressed a kiss to his fingers. She shifted closer and laid his hand on her shoulder, his palm brushing the swell of her breast.

"Is this okay?"

Richard nodded and she shifted even closer. Her knee was pressed to his now, her hand resting high on his inner thigh. He swallowed, watching as she moved her body so his hand fell to cup the soft flesh of her breast. A sharp noise left her and Richard surged forward, palming her breast roughly and wrapping his other hand behind her neck. He knew he should go slower, take more time, but he was suddenly worried this was all a dream.

But a dream didn’t moan into his mouth and tangle her fingers into his hair. A dream didn’t lick at his tongue when he thrust his inside her. And a dream didn’t fall back into the couch cushions and pull his body down with her so they fit together like two puzzle pieces.

He didn’t know what to do first. He wanted to touch every part of her, taste every part of her. Her hips were rocking up into his straining erection and it was making it difficult to think. Hands - maybe hers, maybe his - pulled at her dress and he was suddenly resting on warm flesh and a pebbled nipple nestled into his palm. He groaned and pinched it, felt her jerk beneath him, heard her moan.

He came.

Shuddering over her Richard came like he was fourteen again. Not that he’d ever so much as seen a real breast at fourteen - nevertheless had his hand on one. He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see her pity. Pleasure was still rolling through him when his apology sprang to his lips. But she cut him off with a kiss, licking inside his mouth in long languid strokes.

"That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen."

He opened his eyes and saw her looking up at him in wonder. "It was?" She nodded and he blinked at her. "What now?"

Slowly, deliberately, she reached down and pulled her skirt up a few inches. "My turn?"

Richard let her have the next several turns.

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Treasure Hunt #Writer Wednesday 09/09/21 Dave York x F!reader

Summary: What looks like a normal training exercise will reveal secrets and questions you’ve been asking. A new mission will tie you and Dave closer together.

Read earlier chapters here:

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For #Writer Wednesday created by @autumnleaves1991-blog and masterlist compiled by @clydesducktape

Warnings: violence, anxiety, talks about infidelity, cheating and daddy issues. Light smut (everything is implied nothing explicit yet)

Other things: Readers past is implied (abandonment, family issues, childhood trauma) I also created a background for Dave. Canon divergence from the film (obvs) from here, I will be using part of its plot in the future

A/N: Okaaay so I might be cheating this week a little. I started writing for this prompt when it was posted but I’ve fallen down in a huge writer’s block these past weeks so I couldn’t finish it. So I pushed myself to get it done and mixed a little with the prompt of this week in hopes that having a deadline would help and it kinda worked (well I’m posting this on Friday so…) I hope it’s okay.

I added some other notes at the end :)

Not beta’d and sorry if there’s some questionable word choices or bad grammar.

Paris, 8th arrondissement, Hôtel La Madeleine. 1 AM.

The breeze moves the white curtains over the balcony, the dark green bottle of champagne long forgotten over its ice bucket. The drops from the bottle fall one by one from its long neck to the wooden table where it rests half empty.

The two glasses lay beside it, one has a deep red lip stain, the other is half empty

Your gaze is fixed over the condensation and the small trickles going down softly over the curves of the bottle, you can almost feel it so softly going down and down just like the warm wetness goes down between your legs over the bed.

The breeze is cold but it refreshes your hypersensitive skin and the sweat that pools in your lower back.

His hand travels softly, just the tip of his fingers over your thigh until it lands on the small soft skin between your leg and your ass, travelling downwards you feel his fingers collecting your arousal and he moans softly and deeply behind you.

When you walked over that long corridor, white door after white door, the whispers of the Tv on the other rooms, the muffled sound of the Parisian traffic and your heels stepping over that red and cream carpet, you never thought you'll end up like this. You should have thought those golden bubbles would come straight to your head, you should have known what would happen if you end up with him...and yet

“Have you made up your mind yet, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice is raspy so full of promises and desire

Have you?

Somewhere around Washington D.C. USA. A month ago

“Aren’t you tired, sweetheart? I bet you’re freezing and hungry. You have just to tell me where you are and you will have a nice hot bath...I know how much you like them”

“Fucker…” your teeth chatter and you have to hold your arms together to stop your body from trembling violently

“You’re doing a great job, but it’s late and scary. You have nothing to prove...you have nothing to prove to me”

“Fuck you, David” you mutter pressing your back to a tree. Thank god for these clothes that save the little warmth you still hold inside you and prevent an immediate hypothermia. But your cheeks start to hurt if you move your mouth and there’s that numbing sensation growing at the tip of your toes. The grumbling from your stomach keeps intensifying even if you try to ignore it. Those energetic bars are long gone and the last time you grabbed a hot meal was hours ago.

The night in the woods sings in a totally different kind of symphony. Whilst the day was peaceful and serene while you walked over the crunching sounds of leaves under your feet, the birds chirping and the slow and gentle rumour of a nearby stream; the night is alive, grunts and calls from the animals that have been woken by the moon but still hidden in the dark. The moonlight shines over the trees that are now a big black blur of twisting branches and the ominous whispers of the leaves moving against the wind. All of it reminds you that you’re the stranger here, you don’t belong, you’re weak and alone, not adapted to survive in the wild. If the light of day made you believe that the forest was a safe haven, a way to connect to nature, the night assures you of its wildness and dangers.

“ Do you hear it? What is out here? if you think about it, me and the team finding you is not the worst thing that could happen to you”

His voice penetrates you, sending shivers down your spine. His velvet raspy voice crepts through the comm in your ear straight to your brain. Dave has entered and conquered every thought, crawling deeply and slowly like a dormant virus through your veins waiting for the perfect moment to jump and attack you from the inside. He knows every little thing that makes you react, every memory that you repeat inside your head over and over again.

Tom dying, you escaping through the emptiness of that dark and cold place, the gentle and warm bath he gave you afterwards cleaning away the blood, the pain but not the trauma. The kiss. He’s pulling every cord that makes you jump like a puppet and waiting for you to snap.

You scold yourself every day for spending much more time thinking more about the two brief kisses you shared than you being a murderer. A coping mechanism you try to explain, but in truth you know it’s not like that.

You think of Dave because there’s nothing else that really matters, because his way of life, his coldness and pragmatism in these matters have already settled in your head.

It’s just a job, it’s not personal

Yes, injecting a deadly mix of medication inside someone’s veins it’s not personal, not even if you avoid watching as the life in his eyes fades away.

“I know you’re so close, sweetheart, but is it worth it?”

The yellow light flickers through the glass window, inviting and warm just a few meters away from you, tempting you to dare and run towards the door of that tiny wooden hut.

It could be too easy, maybe he’s not that close anyway. The rest of the team must be surrounding the hut but you have a clear path, it's been hours since you and the team started this "training game"

Hide from the team, find the house, retrieve the treasure. Easy.

"Have you play treasure hunt when you were a kid, pup?" Kovac asked

You shook your head

"You know summer camps, with your friends or family? You have never..." He insisted

And again you shook your head

"You'll have one hour of advantage from us, here's a map to find the house, enter and take the price without us finding you. It’s easy" Resnik explained

"Easy? You guys were special forces, what chance do I have?" You roared

"Didn't I say you have an hour?" Resnik reiterated rolling his eyes

"Think about how you escaped from those guys that killed Tom, they were also very well prepared and nevertheless you’re here, aren’t you?”

Dave stepped closer to you, blocking the death stares you were giving to Resnik. A cold hand on your shoulder made you look at him. And there it was, that sweet smile he gives you every time you’re doubting, when your trust in him falters and when your natural instinct to run away is activated. He sees that, he sees the cracks and the questions in your eyes. And he reacts accordingly with delicacy and precision, Dave gives you something, just a tiny gesture to bewitch you again.

And then you are trapped, you nod and you become pliant to his will.

Until you’re what I want and what I need

Now, in this cold night, helpless in the middle of the wild you wonder if you have achieved it. If you’re molded already like Dave wished when he first met you.

That version of you, you believe, would take a risk, so you stretch one leg slowly taking another step forward into the dark but closer to the light in the house.

Dave has become quiet on the comm and that makes you increasingly nervous. He must be watching, waiting to get you.

Cursing with closed teeth at the soft noises the leaves make when you step on them, you move forward. Hiding your figure from tree to tree you arrive at the last one before the terrain is clear of them and there’s a few meters to the hut’s door.

They will see you, you know that, once the moon rays shine on you, you will be uncovered by the trees and it will be a matter of seconds for them to stop you from getting the treasure, whatever that is.

The adrenaline makes you jump when the air breezes your way, moving the soft hairs on your nape, biting your lips so as not to gasp, you breathe deeply once and gather all your courage to run towards the door.

Closing it behind you, you could almost hear your heart beating through your ribs. The place is dusty, an oil lamp, similar to the ones that old boats have, casts shadows over the hunter’s hooks that hang from the ceiling. The ominous clic clac metallic sound from them moving above you softly hitting one another gets your attention for a second. What the fuck is this place? Why has Dave a hunter’s hut in the middle of nowhere?

You breathe through your nose three times and exhale loudly through your mouth inspecting the room.

What would qualify as a price in a place like this? the rotten wood chairs and table full of dust and dead flies? the old oil lamp?

You approach the table, its warmth attraping you and you moan feeling the heat already waking up your fingers. The golden metal is hot and even through the gloves that cover your hands you wince upon holding it. There’s nothing special to it other than its old fashioned style, you turn it around and incline it to inspect the base. The light reflects the golden base revealing a poem engraved in cursive letters:

The Ocean has its silent caves,

Deep, quiet, and alone;

Though there be fury on the waves,

Beneath them there is none.

The awful spirits of the deep

Hold their communion there;

And there are those for whom we weep,

The young, the bright, the fair.

Calmly the wearied seamen rest

Beneath their own blue sea.

The ocean solitudes are blest,

For there is purity.

The earth has guilt, the earth has care,

Unquiet are its graves;

But peaceful sleep is ever there,

Beneath the dark blue waves.

In loving memory of Capt. David S. York

You frown at the name engraved at the end. What is this supposed to mean? You are so captured by the lamp you forget for a moment that you shouldn’t place your hand close to the crystal that protects the flame.

“Shit!” you scream letting it roll over the table, reacting before it breaks and causes a fire, you grab it before it falls down. Catching your breath after almost making an incredible mess, you notice that under the space it occupied leaving a circle of dust, there’s a small key.

“Congratulations”

You haven’t even heard him open the door, somehow the wood has not even creaked under his weight. Dave is a shadow, completely dressed in black. His hands covered in black leather gloves push aside the hooks hanging from the ceiling while he moves towards you

“Fuck” you whisper “How did you…”

He smirks “What? you got cocky because you thought you won without us finding you? You wouldn’t think you have already surpassed your master, no sweetheart?”

“No...but”

Dave points to the key on your hand “Don’t you wanna know what it opens?”

“Y-y-es”

“Come” he turns around. The light of the lamp doesn’t reach the end of the cabin so he grabs your hand, the soft stretch sound the leather makes when he holds your hand in his makes you shiver, his thumb finds the small slot where your glove meets your sleeve and caresses the soft skin over your pulse drawing small circles over your veins “I’m proud of you”

In the pitch dark you feel he gently pulls you to the ground

“Dave…”

“Trust me”

Then you feel it, a soft warmer breeze comes from under your feet. Dave places your hand on the ground and makes you feel that there’s a gap.

“I’m going first” he leaves your hand and you hear him grunt and then a muffled sound when he lands wherever that gap leads to

“C’mon, jump, I’ll catch you” he says

Palping the gap you find the opposite end and throw your legs to the dark emptiness until Dave holds your ankles

“Trust me” you lower your body a little bit more, letting Dave roam his hands through your legs until he hugs you under your bottocks. You release your hands losing a little bit of balance until you find Dave’s shoulders

“Shit!” you scream holding Dave’s head for your dear life

“I will leave you on the ground now” he said with an amused tone

With extreme delicacy he lowers you until your feet touch the ground. His hands move upwards to your hips and then your lower back.

Dave is so close you can feel his chest breathing in and out and the heat from his body. The sandalwood tones of his parfum deliciously mixing with the leather he wears make your bones mellow until you feel like giving in and place your head on his chest. Your fingertips tickle trying so hard not to reach him and pull him even closer till your lips meet.

“Just a moment” you feel the heat from his voice when he speaks, so close, just raise on your tiptoes and you could have his lips touch you. But he gets away, leaving you in the pitch dark.

“Close your eyes” he says and you hear a mechanism turning. The lights hit you hard even when you have your eyes closed and looking down to your feet. First one and then the other you open them, but you have to squint a little until you’re accustomed again to the light.

Dave has opened a metallic door, black and heavy.

“What is this? Your bunker?”

“It was a bunker, yes. C’mon on in, it’s warm inside” he invites you in, holding the door for you

“You were here the whole time?”

“No, I was following you, I didn’t want you to get hurt. But when you got really close I got inside. I knew you will get in”

“Right, and the others?” you step forward, the inside of the bunker is built in red colored bricks, full of greenish metallic shelves. On them there’re many black cases of different sizes and you’re sure that inside are different types of guns, their ammunition not far away on the shelves at the end of the room.

“In the city, they have stuff to do”

You gasp with your arms on your hips “So, you lied about you guys chasing me?”

“It’s a simple exercise, drop you in an environment that will clearly stress you, throw some kind of threat and see if you’re able to go on and complete a task without any of those things distracting you” He crosses his arms casually and leans on the wall

“By threat you mean you, right?”

“Well, you keep thinking I’m going to kill you even if I made myself perfectly clear that I don’t want to. So yes, if it was a threat in your head, it works fine for the exercise” he shrugs

“It doesn’t help that you bring me to this kind of place, Dave” you extend your arms to the room.

“What kind of places do you want me to take you to?” he asks biting the inside of his cheek hiding a smile

“Well, for starters, I’d love to go to a restaurant like the first day I met you” you pass your hand over the black cases. To the right there’s a metallic cupboard with a big lock on its handle

“Yes, it was a nice meal...we could go if you want to” he says softly, you would have not even heard it if it wasn’t for the small place you’re in

“Why would your wife say?” the words get out before you think. Biting your lip and closing your eyes you turn your face to the wall not yet ready to face Dave

“Don’t you wanna open that cupboard? you have the key” he answers and you hear him walking towards you

“Well dodged, David”

“Open the cupboard” He commands in your ear

The cupboard is divided in four compartments each one of them have a small label on them “D” “R” “K” and now your initial in one of them. Each of them is full of documents and manila folders.

“I’m sorry to inform you, you died. I did actually kill you” He extends his arm over you, caging you between his body and the cupboard’s door. Dave takes one document and places it in front of your eyes. You read it briefly and you get it’s actually your death certificate “It’s for security”

“Who knows about this?”

“I have to inform your father”

“Not my father” you spit

“Well… that’s how I got your lovely photo back”

You bite your lip harshly, the question polluting your brain. Did he at least mourn you? did he cared? cried?

“It’s better to let it go as your past. So…”

He leaves the document in its place and grabs a small leather wallet “I choose a generic name, you’ll have to use it for everything, learn it and it has to come out naturally to everybody but us, you can keep using your real name with the team. But with this” he opens it and lets you look inside, a passport, a driver’s license, a new identity “you have more freedom to go around, built you a life”

“That’s what you did? Captain David York is dead and you went on with Dave...not very much of a difference really” you scoff

“Captain David York was my father” when you turn to him, his jaw is tense and his eyes are darker

“So you…”

“Me and the guys are different. We went on to retire from service, the crimes we did are legal so they are covered by the Government. You needed a fresh start”

“Thank you” you murmur. He’s still close behind you, you just have to take one step back and you would be leaning on his chest. His face turns to you, and you bite down a moan when you see that he’s intently looking at your lips “Congratulations again, you’re officially part of the team. So what do you want to do with your new life?”

“I don’t know. I never had the opportunity to really think about that”

“What about travelling?”

“That’d be nice…”

“What about Paris?”

“Wait…”

“Next job, it’s a little bit different and it will be overseas...you and me” Dave bends his neck closer to you and licks his lip “I think it will be fun” he smirks and you know he’s pleased seeing you all flustered, fixed on his lips, a hunger to jump and kiss him.

He still hasn’t tell you about his wife

“And I will be what? your secretary? assistant? that’s what you’d tell your wife” He sighs and stands tall again getting away from you

“My wife is none of your business”

“Yeah, isn’t it always like that? Oblivious women, traitorous men”

You push back your elbow softly so he backs off and lets you keep your distance from him

“It’s not like that”

“Yeah” you snort “you don’t love her, you’re about to divorce her, she’s crazy. I’ve heard every excuse on the book, David” you list pointing each reason with your fingers

“I love my wife, I’m not divorcing her and she’s not crazy” Dave adapts the same position as before, leaning on the wall, looking at you while you roam around

“Oh! good to know!” you yell “You just like to fuck around or fuck with my brain...great”

“Neither” he’s frowning, arms tensed around his chest

“Then, I don’t know what the fuck is going on” you slap your hands on your thighs defeated

“I’m not gonna lie, since I saw you I had a very intense need of protecting you. I saw something you; you’re a survivor, you fight your way out of a very tough life. I admire that and I wanted to help...to give you a way out of that”

“It doesn’t explain why you have to kiss me when you’re married, Dave”

He smirks and nods

“Oh, sweetheart…’cos you wanted it that much?”

“You’re an asshole” you snap offended

“And I did too” he interrupts before you go on “I like you... very much. I try to stay away leaving you to Kovac to train you knowing that seeing you every day would make it hard for the both of us and I needed you to focus, to learn so eventually you can go on your own”

“What?” you step closer

“I don’t know if you could do this job for the long term, not exactly this”

“Killing you mean?”

“Yes, but there’s plenty of other things you could do and get yourself a good life from it. That’s why after the job in Paris, you can decide what you want to do, either leave or stay in the team” He pronounces his words calmly but there’s a point in Leave where his voice cracks and now he stays in silent waiting for you to react

“You’ll let me go even if I know all these things about you” you point around the room

“Again, I know you’re smarter than to go and tell this to somebody”

“We were talking about you kissing me being a married man, Dave, and you turn the tables in your favor once again and now all I can think about is that you want me to leave”

“I didn’t say that. I didn’t say I want you to leave, it’s a possibility” He takes a few steps closer, stopping midway to see if you’ll recoil again

“I cannot do that” you shake your head, you take a step back “I cannot be with you knowing I’d be ruining some other woman’s life. I’ve seen the chaos a cheater husband can create, David”

“Don’t call me David, David was my father” he continues

“I’m not going to be the other woman, Dave”

“It would not be like that” one step closer “Believe me, it’s not like that” he extends his arm to you, a few centimeters away from you face, he waits until you don’t move and touches you cheek “Trust me, do this job with me and then you will decide, if you want me or you want to go away” pinning your chin between his thumb and fingers he makes you raise your face to him “ I love if you stayed with me...I really want you” he lowers his face to you, his warm breath whispering the words directly to your lips “I really want you to stay”

“Dave” you call not knowing if you want to protest, to beg for his kiss or just calling him because you love his name on your lips.

You’re confused, mind clouded, the blood in your brain pumping hot, his dark roots tightening around your heart. All the pain of the past, your morals get out of your conscience because all you can see is him, all you crave is in front of you. And this hunger doesn’t know about what’s right or wrong, it only knows that he’s extremely close and you have to have him

“Kiss me” you beg or maybe command, and he smiles for a second, his right dimple showing that expression where he looks sweet, that nobody would associate to a cold blooded killer.

Is he that sweet with his wife?

That intrusive thought is swiftly forgotten when he seals his lips to yours. This time you don’t let him take control, it’s you who captures his lower lip to yours and forces him to open his mouth to let you in. Dave grunts when he feels your nails scraping his scalp holding him in place, his hands moving impatiently over your body pushing you against him.

The moment gets interrupted with the deep vibrations of Dave’s phone over the metallic shelves.

“Shit” he doesn’t get away instantly, placing his forehead over yours for a few seconds catching his breath. “I guess I’m not the only one you got completely smitten in the team” he chuckles watching at his phone screen and then shows you the notification of a new message.

Kovac:

Boss is the lil pup okay?

Paris, 8th arrondissement, Hôtel La Madeleine. 2 AM

He mumbles something in your ear, but you’re too far away to understand. His lips brush over your neck, and then he bites softly over your pulse. He moves you, you feel your center of gravity swiftly changing, almost making you lose your balance. But Dave gets you, he molds you, bends you to his will and seals your arms behind your back.

Dave, please

is it, you? it is you that little pitiful voice calling his name. Your face feels like fire pressed against the silky sheets. He presses his body over yours, his hard chest and his abdomen fits perfectly in your lower back, your curves and his, concave and convex, make the perfect puzzle until there’s nothing between you but your sweat and the words and noises you both provoke on the other.

“Stay with me” with each word he gets deeper

Stay, stay with each thrust of his hips, it gets clear that you have no options left. There’s only one way out of this.

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Taglist: I'm tagging the people that asked on the first place but I also took the liberty to tag those who commented on the last chapter, so feel free to let me know if you want me to erase it :)

@ericasabe @1andthesame @stevie75 @missswriter @justanotherblonde23 @kesskirata @axshadows @cassian-jynerso @littlemisspascal

A/N 2: the scent of leather and sandalwood actually comes from a Primark home diffuser I've bought the other day and it smells delicious, pretty masculine and that's why I thought it would suit Davey

A/N 3: Reader: I have Daddy Issues

Dave:

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This is absolutely wonderful! There's so much love and respect between them and then we get a glimpse of Paz's intense admiration of Cabur. The thought of big, tough warrior Paz full of admiration makes my heart warm. Thank you for the lovely, warm story.

I miss Paz and Cabur too! ❤

I've really been into soft lately and I saw a couple soft prompts that I really like because they're about admiration and Paz can say them to Cabur and vise versa.

I feel like I could watch you all day. Everything you do has a touch of magic to it.

I sometimes wish you could see yourself through my eyes.

Please don't feel obligated to write anything if you don't feel inspired.

Paring: Female!reader (Cabur) x Paz Vizsla

Rating: Uh, teen maybe? Nothing explicit.

Warnings: Fluff. Like your teeth are rotting out this is so sweet fluff.

AN: I'm gonna try to do this without any angst. Let's see if I am capable of it. (Okay I kind of failed there was a touch of angst in there but not between our two favorite love birds)

Your least favorite part of your job was going different places to meet with new groups. Din wanted all Mandalorian to feel welcome on Mandalore and that was a chore in and of itself. He trusted you the most to be able to work through any situation that could arise and knew you were more than competent in taking care of yourself should you need to. That didn't stop Paz from putting everything on hold to make sure he went with you. Part of you was annoyed that it seemed like he didn't trust you to take care of yourself, but Din reminded you that you would be with him if the roles were reversed.

Paz stood in the back of the meeting hall with his arms crossed over his chest. Any time voices were raised towards you, your eyes glanced over to make sure he didn't have his blaster drawn. Most of the meetings were calm but there were a few of the leaders of different clans that were defensive about needing to follow a Mandalore that they had never met.

"I understand your hesitance. The Mandalorian have been driven apart time and time again. All I am asking is that you send delegation to the planet. You can see first hand the work we have put into rebuilding our planet so that all Mandalorian can thrive the way we should be."

"And how do we know this isn't a trap? You're a child of the watch."

"A child of the watch that is here asking for peace. You think I would have sat down with you if I wanted war? Don't mistake my civility as weakness. I am a warrior just as you are."

"I can't even see your face."

"No. There are only two people in this galaxy that can see my face because I choose to live my life that way. I do not think less of you for taking your helmet off. I ask for that same respect."

The warrior stood up but his partners hand shot out, grabbing his arm. He instantly sat down and looked at them. You had known the warrior in question wasn't the one in charge but hadn't quite put your mind to recognizing the smaller pregnant Mando next to him was in charge.

"Do you have children?"

You nodded once and relax back into your chair.

"I do. A daughter. My riduur and I took her in when her village was attacked."

"Does your clan respect foundlings?"

"They are our greatest asset. There is no future without them. Our Mandalore risked his entire life and creed to protect his foundling. He didn't fight to take the dark saber for power; he was protecting his ad'ika."

Their leader nodded once and sat back.

"It is decided then. I will go. I trust that you are comfortable with me bringing an escort."

"You may bring the entire clan if it was what you want. We only want you to see what we have created and offer you all a place there."

The warrior huffed but stood up to help his partner. She motioned for him to leave with everyone else, staying in front of you.

"You risked your life coming here."

"I understand that."

"Is that why your guard has been staring at you the entire time?"

You laughed and nodded, smiling under your helmet at Paz.

"That is Paz Vizsla, my riduur."

She turned and gave Paz a soft smile which was met with a nod. She turned back to you and placed her hand on her belly.

"I will be honest, part of me is being selfish with going to see the planet."

"Is there something wrong?"

"I am force sensitive. I always have been but I had people who could help train me. I was trained to keep it quiet and hidden away. I don't want that for her."

"You know it's a girl?"

"I do. I can feel her thoughts just like she can feel mine. I have heard rumor you have a Jedi temple there."

You nodded and smiled.

"Our Mandalore has a foundling that is force sensitive. He sent him away with the Jedi to be trained so he would be safe. We arranged to have the temple moved to our city so that families could still be connected with this children, regardless if they follow our creed or not."

"That is wonderful."

"I can arrange for you to meet with Master Skywalker on your visit. Although I am sure he will sense the moment you touch down. Force sensitives are welcome there. Everyone is that believes in our cause."

"Thank you. Let me show you to your lodging for the night. No need to leave right away. It's been a long day."

You nodded and followed the woman, Paz moving to walk next to you. He gently touched his hand on the small of your back making you look up at him. Even without seeing him, you just knew he was smiling down at you. The leader stopped in front of a large tent and smiled at both of you.

"There is food, supplies and a fire set up for you. Please let anyone you find know if you need something. We can hash out the final preparations for our visit in the morning. I'd like to follow you back if that is okay."

"Sounds wonderful."

You walked into the tent and sighed as Paz shut the flaps and tied them shut. He walked over to you and pulled your helmet off, cupping the side of your face.

"I am exhausted."

"You did wonderfully, mesh'la."

"I feel like I argued all day."

"You did but for the right cause. I'm not sure I could have stayed that calm with that di'kut spouting his mouth off constantly."

You huffed out another sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed, putting your face in your hands.

"What is wrong, ner riddur?"

"This just feels hopeless. Every time we find more of our people it is just a fight to move on from he past."

"Is that what you think is happening?"

"I know it is. I'm exhausted from all of it."

"That isn't what I see. I see you fighting for a cause that you believe in. I see you building a future for all the children, even the ones not born yet. You're one of the strongest warriors I know and yet here you are using your words to bring us all together. I feel like I could watch you all day. Everything you do has a touch of magic to it."

He pulled your hands off your face and you saw that he no longer had his helmet on now that he was kneeling in front of you. You smiled at him and let yourself relax slightly.

"I sometimes wish you could see yourself through my eyes."

"I probably wouldn't like what I see."

"Impossible, ner kar'taylir darasuum" (my love)

"Wonder if the other warriors would be as afraid of you if they knew what a sap you are."

"A sap that would rip them to pieces just for looking at you wrong."

You smiled fully as he leaned in to kiss you. Once he pulled away you started to pull his armor off, stacking it neatly at the end of the bed. He watched you intently, a soft smile on his face until you both had your armor off.

"Let's get some sleep."

"How about you lay down so I can bring you some food. Then we can lay in this giant bed together until you fall asleep."

You hummed playfully and made a face like you were thinking.

"I guess that is okay."

"You guess? That's how it is?"

You giggled as he picked up you and tossed you back down on the bed making you laugh even harder.

"Just lay there, ad'ika. Let me take care of you."

"Don't need you to."

"I know."

"But it feels nice to know that you always will."

"Until my dying breath, mesh'la."

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This is so lovely 🧡 I want to walk hand-in-hand with Poe in the beautiful fall weather, have him kiss me under vibrant canopy of leaves, and say heartwarming words to me.

Hi lovely 🌷 If you're still writing soft fall pieces I'd love one with Poe. If you aren't, please feel free to ignore.

Here are some pretty pictures that I like.

michelle 💛 these photos are so beautiful, it was hard to choose ! hope you love this comforting fall walk with poe my friend ! enjoy. xo 🌼🍂

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poe dameron x f!reader

18+ only, love, implied intimacy

You remember the beauty of this place so well; the touch of his hand and how it felt with yours pressed deeply there inside it; how the fanning of the breeze flew past each other's smiles between whispers made, during one of the kindest days you've ever had.

It feels just the same now as it had then, if not better, in this tender dwelling of Autumn; the crisp air kissing your lips against the current of the wind, and his soothing trail of words spoken, enveloping you with so much love.

"Are you cold, sweetheart?"

He asks you this in that low sort of way that makes your knees weak every time, catching onto your breath where it seems that maybe you might have lost it; your fingertips, already taken up with his curls, lazily wrapping around them all without answering. 

too distracted.

"Not anymore…"

You've found yourselves amongst a wondrous path lined with trees, rustling their inviting sound into softly fallen hints of crimson colored warmth. It reminds you of his embrace, affectionately strong in all his winding intent to hold you close; and your cheek, nestled with a pleasurable graze along his, just basking in the feeling of it all.

"Take my jacket, baby, here."

Walking with your palms woven there together, he breathes you in nice and slow, all while pressing a kiss lovingly to your temple; the distant fading of the sunlight, peeking its gentle rays onto the nearest hill, through all the branches high above the clouds.

Even in the quiet like this, he's content to take you with him; leading the way confidently, just as always, so proud of you just walking there tightly held beside him. 

"Hm, suits you…"

It makes you feel safest there to wander, drifting tiredly across the path curling there with amber leaves; your head resting on his shoulder all the while,  passing the last remains of green in patient stride, and all of the season's first signs of softened gold.

"Let's stop here for a while, handsome."

He follows the easy going sway of your hips, where the edge of his pinky is left captured by yours in the space where you've ended up; listening to how the leaves unfurl beneath your careful steps, lightly kicking them up into a mess from all their fallen piles. 

"Come here."

With a smile turned up to meet him playfully over the curve of your shoulder, already he's swept you into his arms; leaning his back against the embrace of trees, a stray bite to the edge of his bottom lip where both of you have been looking up.

"Being here with you makes all the sense in the world."

You've met each other again in those simple moments, where intimately tired eyes soothe themselves to a heartfelt close; foreheads featherlight and touching, as the palms of his hands splay themselves out tenderly to roam.

"It does. All of it, you, me…"

Between sighs of breath, it's the time that passes filled with endless relief that takes you so infinitely higher; falling fast, just as all the hints of color do, in their special way all around there.

Folding into the kiss he's been giving you hard, the slottling of your lips meld together at every plush angle; smiling through every slanting caress of laughter, consumed by being caged in by him, with nowhere else you can think of left to go.

… 💛

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These six sentence ficlets are bite-sized delicious treats. They're so tasty that you end up eating reading them in one sitting!

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TINY STORIES FOR LOVELY CHARACTERS

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THE MANDALORIAN

I Made You Something - Din Djarin x reader

Just Let Me Take Care of You - Fennec Shand x reader

Let Me See Your Scars - Din Djarin x reader

Someone’s Clingy Today - Din Djarin x reader

This One Is Called Earth - Din Djarin with Ahsoka Tano and Grogu

You’re Choosing Her Over Me? - Din Djarin x f!reader with Fennec Shand

Losing My Religion Universe

Is Somebody Jealous - Din Djarin x Little Bird with Cobb Vanth

She Probably Gives You Butterflies - Din Djarin x Little Bird with Ahsoka Tano

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PROSPECT

I Don’t Know If I Want To Yell At You Or Kiss You - Ezra x reader

Oh, You’ve Started Stealing My Socks Now? - Ezra and Cee

Tell Me When You’re Sober - Ezra x reader

A Girl Walks Into A Bookshop Universe

You Have Kind Eyes - Cee and Kincaid

You Make Me Feel Like I’m Worthy - Ezra x Tinker

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THE GREAT WALL

The First Snow of Winter - Pero Tovar x gn!oc

Just Barely In Your Cups - Pero Tovar x f!reader

When You Leave, Take Me With You - Pero Tovar x f!reader

You Haven’t Made Your Mind Up Yet - Pero Tovar x reader

Branded Universe

I’ll Protect You - Pero Tovar x Gabrielle with William Garin

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KINGSMAN: GOLDEN CIRCLE

Are You Sure That’s The One You Want? - Jack Daniels x reader

Every Time…You End Up Surprising Me - Jack Daniels x reader

Marry Me - Jack Daniels x reader

Put That Back Right Now - Jack Daniels x reader

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NARCOS

Our Friends Have a Bet Going - Javier Peña x reader

Why Do You Have To Go Today - Javier Peña x f!reader

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CASILLERO DEL DIABLO

Don’t Take Kissing Away From Me - Thief x reader

Where Did You Get That - Thief x reader

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CALLS

Good. Things. Take. Time. Universe

Is That Blood? - Pedro Across The Street x Preciosa

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BLOODSUCKING BASTARDS

Every Ass Needs a Hole - Max P x reader

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