#maybe gently talking to her about him and slowly warm her up to the big softy

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I could not be more in love with them 💕

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Honey III |l. howlett| nsfw

A/N: dbf!logan, recluse!logan, sunshine!reader, age gap, tiny bit of angst, mainly smut🤭, mild daddy kink, fingering, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex

Honey Honey II

“I can’t grow old with you.”

Those words felt like a dagger in her belly and she recalled deciding to leave. Not because she was upset that he was a mutant, but because she felt it was a cruel joke from the universe to finally meet a man whom she wants to share a life only for it to not be possible. The only thing she could think to do was finish this last semester of her first college year and she figured they would talk again when she returned.

They had to talk about this, right?

However, Logan wasn’t on the mountain when she came home for the summer. Her dad had told her that he went on a trip to that States not long after she left for school and her heart fell into the pits of her stomach. That night she cried silently into her pillow, the ache of having lost him just like that too much to bear. It felt like a part of her had been taken with him. Perhaps she shouldn’t have pressed him to share her feelings, perhaps she should’ve given him more time to decide on his own if she was really what he wanted. The moments they shared sure had convinced her that they were on the same page.

The days all blended together after that night. Nothing interested her anymore, but she had to put a smile on because she didn’t want her father to grow concerned. But he knew something was wrong.

“You miss him?” He asked her one day when they were opening up the store. Her eyes widened as she looked up from the box of candy she had been slowly organizing and he chuckled. “Haven’t quite been yourself since you found out he left.”

Her face felt warm and she shook her head. “I-Logan and I-we-” She struggled to find a way to convince him she was not in love with a man twice her age, but her dad put a hand up.

“Logan’s a good man.” That was all he said and she smiled, nodding in agreement. “I figured something was going on when he asked me to let you know where he was going.”

Now is as good a time as any, she thought. “Did he say anything else? Maybe about me?” She asked sheepishly and her dad gave her a slow head shake.

“Just that he wanted you to know he won’t be gone for long.” He said and that alone gave her enough hope to hold onto for the time being.

Late one night, while she laid wide awake in bed almost a month after learning of his departure, she heard a soft thumping outside her window and she sat up quickly. Her eyes were wide as she watched a large silhouette appearing in her window and she realized who it was almost immediately as she hurried to open the window and let him in. Logan landed in her room with a heavy thud and she shushed him with a smile. “Hey, honey,” He greeted her with a grin. His hand reached out for hers and she shyly took it, leading him to sit on the end of her bed with her. “I hope I didn’t have you too worried.”

“Just about.” She teased, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek softly, the familiarity of his face bringing her so much peace. It didn’t matter that he had left, not now that he was back with her, but she still asked, “Why’d you leave?” Her big, sad eyes gave away her the pain he had caused her and Logan shook his head, disappointed in himself for not having told her more, but he couldn’t risk her not being safe when he returned.

“Not because of you.” He said, bringing his lips to hers for a soft kiss. “I promise it wasn’t because of you.” Her face warmed up and she nodded, believing him. “An old friend needed my help.” Her eyebrow raised curiously and Logan knew what she was thinking. “His name is Charles.” Her smile returned and she looked away from him as she whispered a soft ‘oh’ and he laughed softly at her. Gently, he held her face in both his hands and he looked seriously into her eyes. “I do love you.” Logan said, regretting not having said it the last time they were together. “Honey, I love you. I’m-well-I’m just scared of something happening to you.” He said, not bearing the thought.

Her heart was full as he told her he loved her. Relief washed over her and she lightly kissed him as she moved to straddle him. “Is there any reason I should be worried about my safety right now?” She asked, trying not to make a lewd sound as she felt his shaft underneath her. Logan shook his head, his hands resting on her hips as he kissed her back. “Then let’s just enjoy tonight, and we’ll worry about tomorrow when we get there.”

Logan nodded, knowing he wasn’t going to change her mind, knowing she wasn’t scared of him, or of being with him. “What about growing old together?” He asked as she kissed his neck softly, his head hung back as he let out a soft groan while lying on her bed with her on top of him. His large hands rubbed her bare thighs slowly as he tried to hold back long enough to make sure they could have a proper conversation about their future before he made up for the pain he caused her with his absence.

“I’ll grow old,” She whispered, smoothing her hands down his toned torso and sucking a light hickey on his neck, watching the little bruise disappear moments after. “And you’ll take care of me, like I do for you now.” She resolved, lifting herself up a little, slowly dragging herself along the jean clad length of his cock until she felt his head throb at her core which was covered only by the thin material of her pajama shorts.

Logan groaned, digging his fingers into her hips as he guided her along himself. Her head rested against his and she hummed in pleasure. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He whispered, holding her close as she slowly rolled her hips against him. “I love you.”

“I love you, Logan.” She breathed out as her lips met his and he then sat up, lifting her up so he could lay her down on the bed. Her hands ran down his exposed arms and he removed his tank top so she could smooth her delicate fingers over his toned abdomen. Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as he watched her with a little smirk. “Will you fuck me, daddy?” She asked quietly, those gorgeous eyes looking up at him pleadingly and he nodded as he dipped his head down and kissed her neck.

“‘Course I will, honey.” He whispered.

Their clothes came off and Logan had her spread her thighs for him so he could lap gently at her cunt. Her body was trembling as she tried to remain as quiet as possible. His hands gripped her ass and thighs firmly, massaging her lower half as he drooled into her. “That feel good, baby?” He asked as he began pumping two fingers into her tight pussy, his tongue still toying with her sensitive clit while she mewled with her eyes shut tightly, nodding desperately.

“‘S always good, daddy,” Her voice was shaky and he smirked to himself. “You always make me feel good.” She moaned, her back arched against her bed as she felt herself reach that point of no turning back, losing control as he made her cum. “Fuck!” She whined and he quickly covered her mouth, his fingers still knuckle deep inside her as he watched her eyes well with tears while he extended her orgasm.

“That’s my girl.” He praised as she kept her trembling legs open for him. “Missed seeing you like this.”

Her eyes were blurry from the tears of overstimulation as he pulled his thick fingers out and sucked them clean before slowly rubbing his head through her folds. The feeling sent a jolt through her body and she braced herself onto his broad shoulders as he pushed his tip into her. “Oh, yes!” She whispered, her mouth latched onto his in a passionate kiss and he groaned as he sunk into her in one good thrust.

“You want this?” He asks and she nods, her brows upturned as he’s fucking so deeply into her, relentless in his pace. Logan caresses her hair with one hand while hiking her thigh up over his hip, allowing himself to rut deeper into her and she cries out, muffling herself with her hand while holding onto his waist with the other. “You want me?” He groans, feeling her walls clench tightly around his girth and she nods again.

“I want you, daddy. I only want you.” Her voice trembles and he notices tears rolling down her face. Logan smiles as he kisses her, wiping her cheek softly while he’s fucking her roughly.

“I’m yours.” He promises, grunting as she suddenly claws at his chest while she writhes beneath him. Logan can’t take his eyes off as she reaches her orgasm, her eyes half-lidded from the pleasure, and her teeth biting down hard on her lip as she’s struggling to keep quiet. “Can’t quit staring at you, you’re so pretty, honey.” Logan sighs as he fucks her through her release, wanting to give her everything. “You gonna take it?” He asks and she nods weakly, so pliable in his hold now. Logan buries his face in the crook of her neck as he ruts into her harshly, chasing his own high within her tainted walls. Her hands rub his broad back as she pants heavily, her mind fuzzy from the feeling of him gliding along her walls, the smell of his natural musk mixed with his signature cigars, the faint taste of herself on his lips as they kiss while he pumps her full of his cum.

They fall silent as they catch their breathes, kissing each other softly wherever they can reach as they refuse to pull away just yet. Logan doesn’t recall ever feeling quite this attached to someone before, and though he still holds concerns for her safety, he realizes that not something that he will ever stop worrying about. “I want you for as long as I can have you.” Her voice brought him out of his thoughts and he nodded in agreement as he brushed a few strands of hair out of her face. “We can deal with the rest as it comes.”

“If that’s what you want,” Logan murmured, kissing her forehead softly. “That’s what I’ll give you, honey.”

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | fucking machine

pairing | porn director!ari levinson x pornstar!reader

warnings | reader is an amateur pornstar, ari is her beloved director. emphasis on safe/consensual sex practices (safe word mention.) mild dom!ari vibes. foreplay: nipple and clit play. fucking machine. spitting. orgasm permission + she comes :D

word count | 1,049

thinking about porn director!ari helping you, his favorite little star, take the machine for the first time 🥺 maybe you're fairly new to the line of work and you've only done tamer shoots so far. this is your first taste of intenser porn elements; you're just trying it out with ari before going through a proper shoot with cameras and everything because you're not sure how you'll take it or if you'll like it

ari is super protective of you and wants to make sure you're safe throughout the entire process. he insists it's just you and him because he doesn't want any outside pressure or elements potentially making it hard for you to advocate for yourself or ask to stop if you need to. you trust him so much, he's been so wonderful to you and you feel so much safer knowing it'll be just you and him in the studio 💕

he gets everything ready before you arrive, arranging a comfy leather chaise for you to lay on and setting up the machine/testing out to make sure it works. he gets lube, a few different toys in case you'll want them, and clean up/aftercare stuff all set out as well. he told you to wear whatever you want, whatever's comfy. when you arrive in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, he thinks you look so adorable and perfect just the way you are 🥺

he sits with you for a little while beforehand, talking you through everything that'll happen so you understand the machine and there'll be no surprises. he makes you feel so safe and supported, reminding you several times that you can stop at any time, making sure you remember the safe word, etc. he's smiling so big at you when you nod to let him know you're reading, "i'm so proud of you, sweetheart. i promise we'll make it feel good. and if you need anything, you just let me know. that's my job, i'm here to make things easy and comfortable for you"

he has the machine close enough so he can sit on the edge of the chaise there with you and adjust it as necessary. when you're ready, he lets you undress and lay back. he just has such a way of making you feel so secure around him, he's smiling so sweetly at you as he takes some time to rub your thighs, easing your legs open as you relax for him. he takes plenty of time loving on you the ways he knows you love best, gently playing with your nipples before moving down to rub your clit a little bit

"there we go. just relax for me, angel," he's coaxing you as you grow warm and wet beneath his fingers. "gotta get you nice and ready, princess. that feel good, right there? you can tell me what you need, honey. i'll take care of you." once you're adequately warmed up, he pulls away and preps the silicon attachment with lube anyway, just to prevent any friction or discomfort. "you ready, sweetheart? just remember your word, okay? the moment you say, we stop." your enthusiastic nod and gentle smile convince him you're ready

"okay baby, here we go. gonna ease it in," he explains as he gently extends the rod up to press the tip of the dildo against your leaky hole. "bit of a stretch here, deep breaths," he talks you through it as the rubber object is slowly but steadily worked up into you. "good girl, almost there," he hums as he reaches a good stopping point, making sure the thrusts won't push in too far or hit your cervix painfully

rubbing your inner thigh soothingly, asking, "you ready for me to turn it on, princess? we'll start slow, but it'll be intense. you just let me know if you need something on your clit- sometimes that helps with the pressure"

he starts you out on the lowest setting, watching carefully to see how you react. your immediate soft moans and melting into the couch are good signs hehe 🫶 his face is beaming with pride as you lie back and let the machine fuck you, watching as your eyes roll back slightly and your legs tremble as they fall to either side

"g-god," you're groaning as you're pounding steadily, "you should've l-let me do this sooner"

he's chuckling as your words are distorted by the rhythm of the machine. "i needed to make sure you were ready, pretty girl. and look at you, you're taking it so well," he knows it drives you crazy when he talks to you like that, and it's working alright!!

"m-more," you're soon begging, "faster, p-please!"

he can't help but laugh lightheartedly a bit more at your enthusiasm and impatience, nodding as he bumps you up a bit in speed. you let out the sweetest, happiest sighs as the repeated pounding rocks the entire couch. wanting to make the experience as good as possible for you, he goes back to cupping your tit with one hand, patting lovingly over your swollen clit with the other. his added stimulation makes your body jerk and writhe weakly, broadening his proud smile

"go ahead, baby. take what you need. you want it faster?" he asks as he twists and tugs at your hardened nipple. your pleading nod prompts him to boost you up another few notches, the machine growing a bit noisier as you're now fucked a bit more forcefully. wiggling yourself down a bit, you dare to let the tip of the rubber cock hit up perfectly against your weak spot. the build-up to your orgasm seems to happen over the span of mere seconds, but ari sees it happening

"p-please, i'm gonna-" you're panting weakly as you teeter towards the edge. he knows you so well, he can somehow tell exactly what you need to get you there. he brings his hand up, spitting on his fingers before slapping them down over your clit, rubbing in furious circles

"go ahead, baby. you've been so good. you can go ahead and come," his permission is all it takes- you come right then and there on that massive rubber dick as it pounds you into oblivion, ari's skilled fingers carrying through the wonderful high 💕

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One Big Family

Team Free Will 2.0 & Winchester little sister!reader, John Winchester & daughter!reader

Requested by Anonymous

It was impossible, crazy, ridiculous.

But it was also happening. After over twelve years, the Winchesters finally got to see their father again.

It wasn’t what Dean had meant to wish for, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it, especially not now, with what was happening in front of him.

You, his twelve year old little sister, were basically meeting your father for the first time. You were mere months old when he died, so you knew him from pictures only.

After everything had been explained to John, his first request had been to re-meet you. Sam had gone to your room to explain what was going on, and when he returned Dean and John watched as you shuffled along behind Sam, his jacket gripped in your small fists as you hid behind him.

“That’s her?” John breathed, and Dean turned in surprise to see tears welling up in John’s eyes. “She…she’s so big.”

“It’s ok,” Sam whispered to you, trying to coax you out from behind him. You peeked around him to see John getting down on one knee to be less intimidating.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted with a wide smile, and between his soft eyes and the way he said “sweetheart”—just the way Dean said it—you felt your shyness ebbing slightly as you stepped out from behind Sam’s legs.

“Hi,” you mumbled shyly, shuffling your feet as you approached John.

John reached his arms up slowly, hesitantly, as if waiting for your approval. You, never one to turn down a hug, gave it readily and melted into your father’s arms.

Dean had never seen his father smile like he did as he held you in his arms.

“It’s good to see you,” John said quietly as he pulled away. You didn’t seem to know what to say, so Sam spoke up.

“Honey, how about you show him your room?”

You lit up with excitement, snatching up John’s giant hand in your small one and practically dragging him towards your room.

“Ok, ok,” John laughed. “I’m coming!”

“I guess she’s warming up to him,” Sam chuckled to Dean after you disappeared with John in tow.

“We should probably join them,” Dean said. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

…

“Wow.” John laughed. “You’ve gotta lot of toys in here.”

“Yeah,” you grinned. “Daddy bought me most of them, he’s really—“ you trailed off when you saw the look of shock on John’s face.

Sam and Dean entered your room before John could ask what you meant, and as soon as they came in you ran to Sam, suddenly shy again in John’s presence. You didn’t know how he would feel when he found out about the angel that was like a third dad to you.

“Hey, something wrong?” Sam glanced between you and John.

“Um, no,” John spoke up, recovering from his shock. “We were just catching up. Dean, can I talk to you?”

Dean nodded, and he and John stepped out of your room.

…

“Kid, did something happen?” Sam asked gently.

“I—um, I mentioned daddy,” you mumbled, staring at your shoes.

“Hey,” Sam coaxed, kneeling down to meet your gaze. “He’s not gonna be mad, ok? He’ll understand, you didn’t do anything.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” Sam said with more assurance than he felt.

…

“What happened?” Dean questioned.

“It’s nothing, just…” John cleared his throat, and Dean had never seen him so hesitant. “I just wanted to know…does she call you two her dads?”

The question threw Dean a little.

“I…”

“Look, I get it,” John cut in. “She hasn’t seen me since she was a baby, it makes sense. She just, she mentioned ‘daddy’ and I…I was curious.”

Dean nearly cringed, but he kept his face in check. ‘Daddy’ was your moniker for Cas, and Dean wasn’t too sure how his father would react to the knowledge of angels.

“That’s a really long story,” Dean sighed. “I think maybe we should all talk about it.”

…

“So…angels,” John said quietly about an hour later. “And…the apocalypse?”

“Yeah, more than one,” Dean scoffed.

“And an angel, and the son of Lucifer are living with you,” John added.

“Jack,” you corrected with a smile. “He’s my big brother,” you added proudly. With the less-than-welcome greeting Jack had gotten when he entered the world, you had taken it upon yourself to make him family, and even though you were technically eleven years older than him, he always felt like a big brother to you.

“I see,” John said, smiling softly at you. “You three have been busy.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Sam said.

…

The four of you spent all day together, and John did all he could to get to know you.

You hit it off well with him, rambling non-stop about everything he’d missed, and he listened with wrapt attention.

You got to experience a lot of firsts with John—he gave you a piggyback ride, you had a pillow fight, and to cap it all off, the whole family sat down for one last meal. But all too soon, it was time to say goodbye.

The moment the boys found out that John had to go, they decided that you shouldn’t be around when it happened. So, at the end of the night that had ended way too soon, John pulled you into his arms for a final goodbye.

“I’m so proud of you, kid,” he said with finality. “These three dads you got here are raising you right, so you listen to them, ok?”

“Ok,” you promised through your tears.

“Hey,” John pulled back, framing your face with his large hands and using the pads of his thumbs to brush away your tears. “It’s ok, sweetheart. We got this day to remember, yeah? That’ll have to be enough for us.”

You nodded, leaning forward for one last hug. John reciprocated, squeezing you tightly.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” John breathed. Just as he was about to pull away, you stopped him with a tug on his arm and a gentle whisper in his ear. At your words, he smiled and picked you up, and Sam and Dean trailed behind as John carried you into your room…

Where John Winchester got to tuck his little girl into bed for the first time, kissing her head and wishing her goodnight. He closed the door with great hesitation, giving you one final, longing glance before shutting off the light and closing your door.

“You’ve got a good kid in there,” John said to his sons, no longer able to hold back the tears.

“Thanks, dad,” Dean smiled.

“You tell that angel friend of yours thanks for me, ok?”

…

You awoke the next morning to a quiet bunker.

“Daddy?” You began. “Are you back yet?”

With a flutter of wings, Castiel stood in front of you.

“Hello little one,” he greeted with a smile. “Yes, I got back last night after you fell asleep.” Cas grinned when you launched yourself into his arms. “I’ve heard you had quite the eventful day.”

You recounted every moment of the previous day with your father, and Castiel watched with a patient smile, glad that you got to meet John, even if just for a day.

“Well, after such an exciting day I’d say you need a lot more sleep,” Castiel said with a frown when he noticed the early hour.

“Can you tuck me in?” You asked shyly.

He smiled, “Of course little one.”

“You’re awake.”

The two of you turned at the sound of Jack’s voice in the doorway.

“I’m putting her back to sleep,” Castiel informed him.

“I wanna say hi to Jack first!” You insisted, jumping out of bed and running to hug Jack. He laughed and hugged you back tightly, before lifting you in his arms and carrying you to bed.

“Castiel is right, it’s far too early for you to be up, little sister. Get some rest.” He set you down gently and pressed a kiss to your forehead, an action mirrored by Cas.

“Sleep tight, little one.”

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Bite-Sized Blurbs - Celebration

can you do like

"you’re putting me to sleep…stop"

"you’re so warm" i’m thinking something like reader overworked herself and he’s like just relax, but go ahead and do something else you also think would fit if you want

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"you’re putting me to sleep…stop" and "you’re so warm"

The emptiness of the bed jolted Lewis awake, disoriented, he had reached for Y/N, only to find the space beside him empty.

Throwing on his shirt and a sweatpant, Lewis stepped out onto the small patio attached to the back of his motorhome. The sky a clear tapestry of stars, and there, silhouetted against the luminous backdrop, sat Y/N. She was propped up on an outdoor lounge chair, legs crossed, chin resting on her knees.

"Babe?" Lewis called softly, his voice husky with sleep.

She turned, a startled gasp escaping her lips before a relieved smile spread across her face. "Lewis! You scared the daylights out of me."

He chuckled, walking up to her. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." He settled on a beanbag chair beside her, his gaze following hers towards the heavens. "Stargazing love?"

"Trying to" she sighed, the sound heavy with worry. Lewis knew all too well what was troubling her. A major decision at work loomed, and the weight of it was stealing her sleep. They'd talked about it all week, but the worry lines remained on her forehead.

Lewis reached out and took her hand, his fingers brushing against her cool skin. "You alright?" he asked gently.

Y/N squeezed his hand back. "Thinking. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You know better than that." He traced a circle on her palm with his thumb.

She couldn't help but let out a small, tired smile. "It's just... It's a big decision. There's a lot at stake."

He nodded, understanding her anxiety. "Walk me through it again," he offered. "Maybe a new perspective will help."

As the night deepened, the discussion lulled into a comfortable quiet until he managed to bring her back to bed. Lying back in his chest Y/N felt the tension slowly ease. The rhythmic hum of crickets from the countryside a comforting sound from the outside.

Lewis traced comforting patterns on her arms with his thumb. His touch, warm and familiar, was expectedly calming. "You're putting me to sleep… stop," Y/N teased, her voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. "Alright, alright. Truce." He shifted wrapping both arms around her.

"You're so warm," she murmured, snuggling into him, the stress of the night finally giving way to exhaustion until her breathing slowed down.

Lewis smiled, a sense of contentment filling him. He knew she wouldn't tell him, but he understood what she needed – not a solution to her problem, but a safe haven.

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Can you please write reader x Jey Uso where she flinches or gets scared when something happens like she breaks something and he comforts her please? Cause he didn’t know she was in an abusive relationship

jey uso x reader

‼️past abusive relationship

who did this?

you didn’t mean to break the glass. it just slipped from your hand while you were taking it from the shelf and instead of catching it on time, it just landed on the floor, going in thousand of pieces.

“what was that?” you heard your boyfriend jey screaming from the living room.

“uhm…nothing don’t worry about it” you said quickly but jey wasn’t having any of it as you found him in front of you right in the kitchen.

“oh jeez…be careful with that…” he said when he saw the broken pieces of the glass all over the floor.

“i promise i’ll clean it up right now…you can go back lay down, i’ll take care of it” you started talking fast and jey immediately knew something was wrong.

“it’s okay babe, it’s just a glass” he said, not understanding while you were worrying this much over a simple glass.

“i know but…i’ll take of it i promise…i just - why don’t you go back on the couch, i’ll clean everything in just a few seconds…” you felt anxiety rising. you didn’t know why you were reacting that way, you didn’t need to react that way with jey but old memories came to your mind. the times you used to break something or do or say something inappropriate, you always ended up with some bruises and you didn’t want it to happen with jey too.

“is everything okay love?” he asked taking a step toward you.

you immediately closed your eyes, preparing yourself for a slap or a push but it never came. you felt his warm hand over your cheek, gently wiping your tear away. you didn’t mean to but when you felt his hand on your face, you immediately flinched, alerting jey that something was more than wrong.

he didn’t know about your past, no one knew. it was something you just wanted to hide and keep it hidden. it was something that you were ashamed of, something you wanted to erase from your memory but couldn’t.

“who did this?” he asked. you knew what he was taking about but pretended you didn’t know.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you said.

“babe…i’m not stupid, who did this?” of course he wasn’t. he wasn’t stupid. he was worried about you. about how you flinched before, about how you cried when he walked towards you. about how scared you looked and the last thing he wanted was to have the girl he loved scared of him “was it your ex?” he asked but you flinched just at the memory of him in your head.

that was the answer he needed.

“i’m sorry…i didn’t mean to break the glass…” you kept apologising.

“fuck the glass baby…can you please open your eyes? it’s just me and i’m not going to hurt you…” he spoke softly, seeing how terrified you were.

you slowly opened your eyes and saw that there was just jey standing in front of you. not your ex, but jey.

“i’m sorry…” you apologised again.

“stop apologising baby, come here” he engulfed you in his big arms and let you cry all your tears.

when you calmed down he helped you sitting on the couch and gave you a glass of water.

“do you wanna talk about it baby?” he asked. he wanted to know more about your past since he knew nothing but at the same time he was scared of what you may say because he loved you too much and he couldn’t handle the idea of you being hurt and scared by someone you thought you loved.

“not really…” you whispered.

there was a reason why you never told jey. you didn’t want your past to define you. you just wanted be free.

“it’s okay…you can talk to me anytime you want…” he took a deep breath because inside of him he was fuming, he was really mad and he swore he wanted to punch your ex in the face “…did it happen often? over something silly like a broken glass?” he asked curiously. he didn’t want to overstep. he just wanted to know if there was something in particular that maybe was going to trigger you.

“over a broken glass…over a bad day at work…anything would made him go mad…if i spoke to much, if i spoke too less, if i laughed too hard, if i wasn’t nice with his friends, if i just wanted to hang out with my friends…if dinner wasn’t ready on time, little things made him crazy and he - he just acted like a fool…i handled it till i couldn’t anymore…” you looked at him in the eyes and felt a few tears coming out from yours.

“i’m so sorry you had to go through that baby…i’m really sorry, it shouldn’t have happened to you, but i can promise you that no one will hurt you now, you’re safe here with me…” he hugged you once again and helped you sat on his lap.

“jey what about the broken glass? it’s still on the floor…i should go clean it up”

“don’t care right now…it’s just glass and it won’t move from the floor…i’ll take care of it, you don’t have to worry about it” he whispered kissing your forehead. he knew you two had a lot of work to do together, he wanted to help you heal and he promised himself that he was going to be there for you in any moment of your life.

for the first time in your life you felt safe in someone’s arms. for the first time you felt like they were meant to protect you and not hurt you. for the first time in your life you felt safe.

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The Deployment Diaries Part 23 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You pull out all the stops for Bradley's promotion to Lieutenant Commander. He always pulls out all the stops for you.

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff and swearing

Length: 5500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

Bradley had been meaning to ask you something important for the past few days, but he wasn't sure how to. He'd had plenty of opportunities to do so, most notably when he tried his dress whites on to make sure they fit, and you ended up making him feel better about the current state of his body. 

But he had waited until the day before his promotion was to take place at the swankiest hotel in San Diego to bring it up. As happy as Bradley was, he still occasionally felt awkward and overwhelmed, knowing that he could rely on you but not knowing how to ask for what he needed. 

"Sweetheart?" he asked you softly, gently kissing your neck while you peeled some potatoes for dinner. You were kind of dancing a little bit to whatever song was stuck in your head, and he loved that. 

"Hmm?" you hummed. He wrapped his arms around you, so happy to have full range of motion now that all of his stitches had been removed and he had graduated to level two of physical therapy. He just hoped his scars would fade and he could hit the gym again soon.

"I... well, I'm allowed to have a loved one pin me at the ceremony tomorrow. It's not a big deal, and Cyclone or Mav can just do it for me, but I was thinking maybe you would pin me? But only if you want to, of course..."

You set the potato and the peeler on the counter and turned in his arms to face him. You cocked your head and your lips were parted, and you looked so much like you had when he'd first bought you a beer at the Hard Deck last year that you had his heart pounding. 

"Bradley," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Of course I want to. I already kind of assumed I was going to, even though you didn't explicitly ask me?" 

Bradley sighed in relief and rested his forehead against yours. "Thanks, Sweetheart. I should have asked sooner, but I started thinking about my tap out ceremony, and it was making me anxious."

You kissed his lips softly while you dragged your fingers through his hair. "What happened at your tap out ceremony?"

Bradley's mind drifted back to the day he graduated as a real naval aviator and nobody was there to support him. "It's embarrassing."

"I doubt that." You led him over to one of the kitchen stools and waited for him to sit. He spread his legs and let you stand between them, resting your palms on his thighs and warming him through his shorts. You waited, gently stroking him with your thumbs and kissing his cheeks until he was ready to talk. 

"My tap out was my first big ceremony, you know? I didn't realize how it was going to feel until I was there, but I had nobody. No family, no friends, nobody was there with me. And I had to watch every other officer get tapped out by someone who cared about them. The guy next to me had ten family members there. Ten! I had to wait until everyone else was tapped out and allowed to leave with someone. I had to watch them all, Sweetheart, and I stood there until the end when one of the Admirals tapped me so I could fucking leave."

"Roo," you whispered. Your eyes were brimming with tears, and he loved you for it.

"I watched Nat hesitate and almost walk back onto the stage to tap me, but we weren't super close yet back then, and I think she wasn't sure if I would have wanted her to."

You dragged your fingers slowly up his body, and he sighed when you held his face and told him, "You don't have to worry about that anymore. I'll be there for all of your ceremonies from now on. And I'm really good with Navy pins, okay? I can get them straight the first time, every time."

Bradley laughed, he couldn't help it. He'd watched you pin and unpin both your uniform shirt and his so many times. 

"I love you," he told you, and nothing had ever been truer. 

"Your parents would be proud of you, Roo." Your voice turned to a tentative whisper as you asked him, "When are you going to take me to Virginia? To see their gravesites? And get the photo albums and all your stuff?"

Bradley's heart was pounding in his chest. "You- you want to go? Visit the cemetary?"

"Of course I do. Will you take me?"

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Saturday around lunchtime you were rushing around trying to get Bradley ready to go. "You need to be there in like thirty minutes, Bradley!" 

He was shaving around his mustache when you ran into the bathroom to grab his deodorant and add it to the bag you were packing. "I've got your white shoes and socks in here along with your hat and your deodorant. What else do you need?"

"My pins?" he asked, rinsing off his face.

"I already put them on your jacket, which is inside the garment bag!" you called from the bedroom as you ran around.

You were going to drop him off at the hotel before going to get your hair done. Then you'd come back home and finish getting ready while he rehearsed and dressed at the hotel.

"I'll meet you there no later than five o'clock for the cocktail hour. You want me to bring the Bronco?" you asked, laying your own dress out on the bed while Bradley buttoned up one of his dad's old Hawaiian shirts. 

"Absolutely, Baby Girl. Can't have them valet parking your little shit car. It would be embarrassing."

"Hey! I like my car! It's dependable!"

He leaned down and kissed you. "Just bring the Bronco."

So you dropped him off with all of his stuff and went to get your hair done. It was July in San Diego, and you didn't want to be a sweaty mess all night, so you opted for a slightly messy, low bun with some loose pieces. Then you went home to play with Tramp and do your makeup. 

"It's Daddy's big night," you told your dog as you tossed his tennis ball across the yard. Your phone vibrated in your pocket with a text from your mom reminding you to take a bunch of pictures. Then it vibrated again. Bradley had texted you a photo of himself in his uniform, and he looked hot. Like stupid hot. 

You were so dumb. His dress whites had been hanging in your shared closet for months, and you'd never once asked him to try them on for you before this week. Bradley asked you to put your flight suit on about once a week now, so you were absolutely certain he'd jump right into his dress uniform for you if you asked. You texted him back, and you knew you had to be encouraging.

You look so good, Roo. 

When you headed inside to finish your makeup, he wrote back.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: i can't wait to see you in your dress. already looking forward to taking it off later too

You pressed your lips together to suppress a moan. Your dress was beautiful. You'd never worn anything quite so formal and yet sexy in your life. Dark blue satin fabric glided across your fingers when you touched it. It was delicate and feminine yet very alluring. And if you were being honest, you picked this one out in particular just because you knew he would go crazy over it. 

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Bradley paced around the hotel lobby, hat in hand, waiting for you to arrive. It was almost five, and the cocktail hour would be starting soon. He'd tried to make sure his hair looked nice, and really all of the bruising on his face was gone by now. He just wanted to look good for you. 

He knew how that blue dress was going to look, hugging your body and making him sweat all night. He knew how beautiful you'd look standing next to him in his formal, white uniform. And he knew you'd have every guy in that room looking at you, because you were charming and appealing. But you were with him, and you'd be pinning him tonight. 

"Roo," you called from across the lobby, and Bradley almost fell over when he turned around. Your hair was pulled back and kind of messy, just the way he liked it, and you had on blue nail polish. And your dress fit you like a second skin. It ended at your ankles, but the slit up the front of your left leg showed off so much of you, he was already breathing deeper. Bradley knew for a fact that he would be able to tell whether or not you were wearing underwear if he could just slide his fingers inside that slit, and he was dying to do just that. 

But the best part of all was that you were wearing the necklace with the charms he had given you. Actually, as far as he knew, you never took it off, which just made him want you more. 

"Sweetheart," he said, meeting you halfway across the lobby and pulling you against him. "You look incredible. In fact, you look like I should just take you back home right now." Your strappy silver shoes had such high heels, you barely had to reach up to get your arms around his neck. 

You smiled and kissed his lips with your bright red ones. "We're not leaving until I've pinned you. And even then, I'm eating whatever fancy food they are serving until I can't walk straight. And then you can take me home and peel this dress off me, okay?"

Bradley licked his lips and looked down the low cut front of your dress. You weren't wearing a bra, and now he was even more curious to know if anything was covering your pussy. "We'll see." He let his knuckles brush your satin-covered nipple before he wrapped his big hands around your waist. His palms were met with the lacy fabric covering your lower back. You arched into him and moaned his name when he kissed you, and he knew he'd never make it until he got you home later. 

"Hey, Bradshaw," called another officer who was being promoted. Of course he came over to briefly shake Bradley's hand before turning his attention to you with a big smile. 

When you introduced yourself as his girlfriend and a Lieutenant with a master's degree in software engineering, Bradley's heart swelled with pride, and he pulled you away with a nod in the other guy's direction. 

"Don't wanna miss cocktail hour, Baby Girl."

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You were glad you had skipped lunch and opted to enjoy cocktail hour instead, because these hors d'oeuvres were absolutely delicious. The hotel ballroom looked nicer than the last five weddings you had been to combined. The stage was all set up with a string quartet at one end and the tables for the ceremony at the other. You couldn't wait to get Bradley's pin on his white jacket. 

"You want me to get you a drink from the bar?" Bradley asked, running his hand up and down your side as you fed him a bite of your mini quiche. 

"Sure, Lieutenant Commander," you practically purred, and he groaned in response.

"A beer?" he rasped, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

"No! Get me a martini or something. I don't want them to know I like cheap IPAs. That's between you and me and the Hard Deck."

Bradley walked away chuckling and you saw Commander Bickel and his wife and went to say hi to them. When Bradley returned with two martinis and handed you one, he fell into easy conversation with your boss. You waved to someone from another lab who was being promoted to Captain. And when Maverick placed a warm hand on your shoulder and hugged you, you were surprised you knew so many people here. There had to be hundreds in attendance. 

The string quartet was playing some soft music, and now you could feel Bradley's hand resting just above your butt. But soon he was kissing your cheek and telling you he needed to line up for the ceremony to start, so you took his empty glass with you to table nine where you would be eating dinner together after you pinned him. 

Bradley had explained that when they asked for those who would be pinning the officers to walk to the stage, someone would help you line up in order. You were excited that he was near the beginning alphabetically, because you couldn't wait to put that pin on him. He had worked so hard for it. 

You sat with a group of people at your table and finished your drink while you listened to a few admirals you didn't know followed by Cyclone giving speeches. When they had the officers who were being promoted stand on the stage, you clapped loudly along with everyone else. And then they called for everyone who would be pinning someone to come forward, and you practically ran in your excitement. 

You looked up at Bradley on the stage, and he was already looking back at you with the biggest smile on his face. When his name was called, you snatched his new pin off the table where it rested next to a cardstock tag with his name written in beautiful calligraphy. Your heart was pounding as you were escorted up the steps and led across the stage to where he stood, tall and proud. His hat was just the tiniest bit crooked on his wavy hair, and you could feel yourself holding back tears. 

"Hi," you whispered when you were standing right in front of him.

"Baby Girl," he whispered back. With a smile and shaky hands, you reached for the front of his uniform and added the newest pin to all of his decorations. It was perfectly placed and straight as an arrow on the first try, just like you had promised him. And with a soft, fleeting kiss to his lips, you were escorted across the stage as the next name was called. 

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Bradley was just sitting down to eat dinner next to you, and he was already able to rank this night toward the top of the list of the best nights of his life. He wasn't surprised at all when he realized most of those nights had been ones he had spent with you. You had pinned his Lieutenant Commander insignia on him, and now that his promotion was official, he intended to enjoy the rest of the night at your side. 

You and he ordered two different entrees at your request. "Come on, Bradley. We get to try more shit that way," you whispered, rolling your eyes at him when he looked at the menu. He would do whatever you wanted. 

After dinner more musicians joined the band on stage, and dozens of desserts were brought out to the tables around the perimeter of the room. You led Bradley around, sharing mini desserts with him, scooping bites onto your fork and feeding them to him. Your eyes still shone with happiness when they dimmed the lights slightly, and Bradley was just mesmerized by you. When you licked a bit of chocolate ganache from your lip, he felt his dick throb. 

"Oh, I love this song!" you insisted when the band started playing This Magic Moment. You handed your plate to a server and thanked them before you led Bradley out to the ballroom floor where he wrapped his arms around you. 

Bradley sang to you while you danced, and you were soft and pliant in his arms as you let your cheek rest on his chest. 

"Sweeter than wine, softer than a summer night. Everything I want I have, whenever I hold you tight."

You looked up at him before kissing the longest scar on his neck. "I love your voice, Roo."

He knew he looked a little worse for wear now than he had when you met him nearly a year ago. He had a smattering of new scars, and he'd lost a bit of his muscle mass while healing from his injuries. But you always made him feel not only desirable and attractive, but important and necessary as well. 

He held you close for several songs before your boss cut in for one. Then he watched you dance with someone else you knew, then some other random guy Bradley recognized from your lab was there with his hand at your waist. Bradley finished his drink, counted to ten and then cut back in. 

"I missed you," you whispered, and he could smell the gin and chocolate on your breath. 

"I always miss you when I'm not with you," he promised, kissing your forehead.

"Yes," you giggled, adjusting his hat on his head. "I'm very missable." You'd had a few drinks, and now you were looking at him like you always did right before taking his hand and leading him to bed. He bit back a groan and considered whether or not it was too early for him to leave his own promotion banquet with you tossed over his shoulder. 

"You're fucking perfect." He held you tight and glared at your coworker when it looked like he was going to try to cut in again. The satin of your dress was gliding over his uniform as you rubbed yourself against him.

"It's so hot in here," you whispered, tracing his long scar with your fingertip before pulling out of his grasp. "I'm going to get another drink. You want one?" 

Bradley nodded and sighed. He really should make the rounds to Maverick, Cyclone and Warlock before he dragged you out of here like a caveman. "Yeah, I'm going to chat with the Admirals. You wanna come find me in a minute?"

"Of course," you replied, grinning at him over your shoulder, and Bradley watched you walk away, the blue fabric grabbing your ass the entire time. 

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You watched Bradley conversing animatedly with Maverick from across the ballroom. He looked like he was having a great night, and you were so happy he had Maverick to talk to. 

You shuffled forward as the crowd moved. There was a long line for the bar now, as the dancing was just starting to really pick up. You took a startled step backward as someone almost stepped on your toes, and you bumped right into a tall man wearing a tuxedo. 

"I'm sorry!" you told him quickly. "I didn't realize you were right there!"

He smiled at you. "It's no problem at all. My name is Alec."

You shook his hand and introduced yourself as well. He grinned and said, "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but you know... open bar."

You laughed. "Right. No need for that."

When you tried to turn back to face the front of the line, he asked you, "So, who are you here with? I saw you walk across the stage earlier for the pinning ceremony. I'm desperately hoping you're going to tell me you're here to support your brother? A cousin?" His eyes were warm as he waited for you to answer.

"I'm here with my boyfriend. He's just been promoted to Lieutenant Commander. He's an aviator." You smiled at Alec and moved as the line shifted again. 

"Damn. I guess that's what I get for hoping so hard since you're not wearing a ring. You look beautiful."

"Thanks." You blushed and examined your blue fingernails, unsure how to proceed. If you looked beautiful, it was all just for Bradley. He treated you the same when you were in bed for three days with food poisoning wearing his stained shirt as he did when you were dressed like this. 

"Well, you make sure that Lieutenant Commander of yours treats you real nice," Alec told you when it was your turn to order, and you just smiled at him.

You were tired of the martinis by this point, so you ordered two beers while Alec stood right next to you and ordered his own drink. 

"Bye," you told him with a smile as you turned to your left, practically running into your boyfriend in the process.

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Bradley couldn't take his eyes off you as you waited in line. Every curve he loved so much was just there, on display. Everyone was allowed to look at you tonight, catch just a small glimpse of what he was treated to on a daily basis. He was literally the luckiest man in this room, and he knew it. 

He also knew he would be expected to socialize more with the higher ranking officers now that he'd been promoted, so he made an effort to do so. The other aviators had already been busting his nuts all week about how he supposedly thought he was better than them now. But honestly, he was a good three or four years older than most of them, so it was such a relief to reach the next level before they did. 

If you were to get promoted soon, it would be a dream come true for Bradley. He briefly wondered if you would change your name after you and he got married. Having two Lieutenant Commanders Bradshaw around would be a bit confusing, but he did love the idea of it. 

He pulled his focus back to what Warlock's wife was saying, but that didn't last long. He saw you almost get plowed into, but you managed to step out of the way. And then the guy behind you in line had his hands on you.

"Easy, buddy," Bradley muttered to himself with clenched fists before looking back at Cyclone's confused face. 

"As I was saying..." Cyclone rambled on. But now the guy was smiling at you, and Bradley could only imagine the unamused expression on his own face. 

"Please, excuse me," he said, plastering on his most charming smile before striding directly across the dance floor. He dodged around couples moving together in time with the music as he headed toward you. 

When you picked up two glasses of beer and turned his way, Bradley had a great view of that random guy checking out your ass. 

"Roo!" you gasped, startled to find him so close. "I hope you don't mind, I got you a beer instead of a-"

Bradley took you by the hips and pulled you against him. You held one beer out to each side as the amber liquid sloshed onto your fingers. "Roo! What are you doing?" But you moaned his name as he kissed your neck, and Bradley immediately forgot about the other guy. 

"I'm just showing you how much I love you," he whispered next to your ear as he ran his hands over your satin covered ass and ground his hardening cock against your belly. 

"Bradley!" But you were looking at him with those bedroom eyes again, and he needed to fuck you as soon as possible. 

"You look too good like this. It's not fair," he whispered, planting soft kiss after soft kiss to your lips. "Your nipples are hard, Baby Girl. I can see them pushing against that sinful blue dress." He ran his right palm across both of your tits and listened to you whimper. "You sound like you're about to beg me to fuck you."

You sucked in a breath, jostling enough to spill more beer out of both of the glasses you were still holding. "Are you going to make me beg you for it?" you whispered so softly, it took Bradley a second to process. Your pupils were blown wide now, and he could see you were squeezing your thighs together. Your breasts were rising and falling with each deep breath you took.

He wanted you to. He wanted you to beg for his cock, but he didn't want to have to ask you.

You flagged down a passing server and roughly set the glasses of beer on the tray before you wrapped your arms around Bradley's neck. Wordlessly, you started walking him backward toward the ballroom doors.    

"Please?" you asked, running your fingers along the brim of his uniform hat. "Please, fuck me." You ran your tongue up the column of his neck, and he knew he needed to get you out of this room. "Please, Bradley!" you whispered, nipping at his earlobe.  "I want you now," you whined.

Holy hell! He loved the sound of you begging for him. "I'll take care of you," he promised, leading you to the lobby.

"Please, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. There's got to be a closet or something," you whined. 

Then a devious grin spread across Bradley's lips. "Sweetheart, you look like royalty tonight. I'm not gonna fuck you in a closet. You deserve something much nicer."

With one hand at your lower back, Bradley quickly guided you to the long marble check-in counter at the far end of the lobby. Thankfully the same woman was working now that Bradley had talked to earlier.

"Marjorie, I need a favor," he said in his sweetest voice. He could hear you moaning softly next to him as you ran your hand up over his ass and inside his white uniform jacket.

"Hi! How can I help?" Marjorie asked, smiling at both of you.

"Getting ready to head home for the night, but I left something upstairs earlier when I changed into my uniform. Can I borrow a key? We'll just be a minute." 

Marjorie was either completely oblivious, or she knew exactly why Bradley was asking for the key. Either way, she coded one and handed it to him with a smile. 

"Thank you so much," he said, snatching it from her hand.

"Bradley," you whimpered. He squeezed your ass before guiding you toward the elevator bank. "Where are we going?"

He eased you back against the wall next to one of the elevator doors and selected the up arrow. He pressed his body against yours and ran his thumb along the valley between your tits. "I'm going to take you up to the Presidential Suite, Baby Girl," he told you, wrapping his hand around your neck. Your pulse was pounding against his palm. "I'm going to fuck you in the penthouse, right on Cyclone's desk."

Your moan was so loud and obscene when the doors opened, Bradley didn't think he'd even make it to the top floor with you fully clothed. He stumbled into the elevator with you and selected floor 28. Your hands were around his neck and your lips and tongue were immediately tangling with his. He pushed you back until your ass hit the wall, and then he dropped to his knees in front of you. 

"Been dying to know if you're wearing underwear all night," he growled, slipping both hands inside the slit of your dress. You were whining his name as he guided his fingers a few inches higher, and he grinned up at you when his fingers connected with some more satiny fabric.

"Bradley!" You were pleading with him now as the elevator went higher and higher. Bradley prayed the elevator wouldn't have to stop on another floor first as he looped his fingers inside the fabric, and he watched you wiggle your hips as he lowered the world's tiniest blue g-string down your legs. 

"Fuck, Baby Girl," he groaned, looking up your dress at your pretty pussy as you stepped out of the underwear in your outrageously high heels. He held them to his nose and grunted before tucking them in his jacket pocket. 

"Please, Bradley!" you begged, grabbing onto his biceps as he stood. 

With eight floors to go, Bradley nudged your legs apart with his knee, reached up your dress with his right hand and fucked you with two fingers. He kissed you to muffle your pleasured screams before nipping at your lips and saying, "That's Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw." Bradley took his hat off and set it on your head right as the bell rang for the penthouse floor, and he withdrew his fingers from your soaking slit. He smiled at you and took your hand in his wet one, and both of you ran down the hallway as fast as you could in your heels. 

As he worked the key card into the door, you kissed his neck and whispered, "Are you really going to fuck me on Cyclone's desk?" Your voice was breathless, and your eyes were wide as Bradley nodded his head and led you into the palatial suite.

He walked you past the full kitchen, the chilled bottles of champagne and the door to the bedroom and picked you up in his arms. "You begged for my cock, now I'm gonna give it to you, Sweetheart." 

He spanked your ass once before setting you down on the huge, mahogany desk. Bradley wedged himself between your legs, and you were immediately unbuttoning his uniform jacket before reaching for the front of his pants. What a gorgeous picture you painted; hard nipples straining in your dress and Bradley's hat perched on top of your head as you desperately tried to get to his cock.

"Oh God," you moaned into his mouth as he tilted your chin up and kissed you. Bradley fucked your mouth with his tongue as you unzipped his pants and pulled them down just low enough to get the job done. He realized that if someone walked into the suite, they would have a great view of his ass and get to hear the chorus of moans coming from you. And he wasn't even inside you yet.

"Spread 'em nice and wide for me," he instructed, squeezing your thighs. "Show me that pussy." But the dress was too tight to allow that. His cock was standing at attention, and you were whining for it again. He grabbed the fabric on both sides of your dress and ripped the slit higher until he could spread your legs and get to you.

"Bradley! My dress!" you complained just before he rammed his dick inside you. He tipped his head back and hissed as he bottomed out. You felt warm and slick and perfect, and he loved being buried deep inside you. 

He grabbed your chin and forced you to make eye contact with him, and your face already looked so fucked out. "That's Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw to you, and I don't give a fuck about your dress right now," he growled. Bradley slammed into you over and over, keeping your legs spread while you gripped his biceps to keep yourself upright on the desk.

"Yes, sir," you whimpered as he railed you. Bradley watched you bite your bottom lip as his hat jostled on your head. The little broken grunts and gasps you made had him going faster and harder, and he was squeezing your legs hard enough to leave marks. 

"You look so good, your dress ripped up, showing me your pussy like this," he groaned, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over. "You love being filthy, don't you?"

"Yes, Roo," you moaned. "Yes, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw."

"You're dirty and sweet, and I fucking love you," he ground out, rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb. You were instantly screaming and squeezing around him as he pumped into you until he was spurting his cum inside you. Bradley let his head come to rest on your shoulder as you whispered Roo over and over again. 

He knew it was a dangerous idea to linger too long here, so he withdrew from you and pulled you to your feet. As you started to get your bearings, you gasped. "I can't believe you ripped my dress."

He kissed your cheek softly and rubbed his nose along your temple. "I needed to get to that pussy, Baby Girl. I had to have it."

You moaned and mashed your lips against his, and his hat tipped further back on your head. Bradley stroked your jaw with his thumb before kneeling in front of you. "I'll buy you a new dress, but in the meantime..." He pulled several pins from his uniform jacket, including his brand new one, and carefully pinned your dress until the slit was no longer obscene. "That's better," he told you, watching his cum drip down the inside of your thigh. 

Bradley quickly buttoned and zipped his pants before you and he fled the suite, giggling the entire way back to the elevators. As you rode back down to the main floor, you wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his neck while he sang This Magic Moment and caressed your bare back.

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I have had parts of this chapter written in my head for SO LONG!!!! I can't believe I finally get to share it with you!! Love you and thanks for reading!

PART 24

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Hihi!! Can I possibly request a wally x male reader? (He/Him!) Drabble with Wally who gets giddy and giggly at being called his boyfriend :)? maybe with some hand holding and happy kisses too! (Or really just some soft fluff!)

Although if you do end up doing this and feel you’re more inspired by changing stuff(or by doing headcanons instead of a Drabble) please do!! Your writing is soso fun and honestly whatever you change or add will be interesting to read

HAHAHEHA,, FLUFF…. /pos HEHE

I’ll gladly write for this!! I find this prompt adorable :]

And thank you!! I’m glad you guys all seem to like my writing so much, it makes me really happy to hear HAHAH!!!

Peaceful Day

Wally Darling x M!Reader

Drabble Format, Romantic Relationship

It had been a slow day in the neighbourhood, with soft pillowy clouds drifting by in the big blue above. Sunny, but dappled, the air was slightly chill with the occasional warm breeze that gently ruffled the grass. It was peaceful, just a slow and soft day. You found yourself snuggled up with your boyfriend, Wally, currently curled up somewhere under a tree. He had been idly sketching some of the scenery around, pressed up to your side as he hummed about random snippets of tunes to himself.

At some point, he’d lay down his pencil, instead taking about to nuzzling into your side as he murmured something sappy under his breathe. When you gave a questioning hum, he’d just chuckle— idly reaching over to snag your hand with his.

“I said.. you looked.. nice.” He smiled as he spoke, lifting your hand to cup his cheek as he held it.

As you went to thank him, maybe even return a compliment, you soon heard someone calling your name from the distance— and it seemed to be Sally. As she walked over, she’d smile.

“Hey! What’re you up to?” She looked just to you, and you suspected— from where she stood in reference to the tree— she just.. straight up couldn’t see Wally. So, you— somewhat proudly— stated you were with your darling little boyfriend as you pulled him a bit into view. He had the express of a deer in headlights, for a small moment, before his gaze just.. shifted up to you, pupils slowly blowing wide. You didn’t notice, though, you were just looking to Sally.

“Ohh!! Pffhaha— my baaad! Should I leave you two lovebirds alone?” Cooing playfully, a bit teasingly, she’d soon snicker as you shoo’d her away. “Okay, okay! Byeee!“

As she turned to walk away, she’d call out to you again. “I’ll talk to you later, when you’re not busy being all lovey dovey and mushyyy.”

With that, she properly left, making obnoxious kissie sounds all the way. She meant well, just kidding around, and you gave a light laugh. But, when you looked back to Wally, his eyes still seemed to be blown large as he just.. stared at you. Tilting your head, you’d ask him what was up with a small laugh.

It’d take him a second to seemingly snap into reality, before he smiled.

“.. boyfriend?”

His usual flat voice was tinged a bit with a subdued sort of excitement, and maybe a bit bashful. With a laugh, you answer him.

“Yesss..? That’s what you are, to me, you goof.”

He’d seem to kind of just melt in on himself, lifting a hand to hold his own cheek before giggling.

“I know,.. it just.. I don’t know..” He’d giggle again, shutting his eyes a bit as he squished his face. He seemed to be flushed up. “Feels.. nice to.. hear you call me that..?”

Giving a sound of endearment, you’d gently catch his face by his cheeks— cupping them with his hands. As he giggled, he’d place his hands overtop yours, still flushed.

His eyes would open, blown wide as he stared at you.

“.. hi.”

Giving a dopey little giggle, he’d seemingly kick his legs a bit from where they rested— as he was sitting on his side. Gently, he’d squish your hands with his own before burying his face away into them. Though, just a second later, he’d peek back up.

“Hey, come here..”

Raising a brow, you’d lean down closer to him, to which he’d hold your hands a bit firmer— gently sliding to just hold your hands instead of letting them cup his cheeks. With that, he’d lean in, giving you a kiss— which, for him, consisted of just kind of pressing his face to yours, saying ‘Mwah!!’, and drawing back. He was even more flushed when he withdrew, still giddily giggling.

From there, you two just took turns giving each other a little smooch as he seemed to giggle a bit more with each one. And, eventually, he’d somewhat just— flop onto you, which usually meant he just.. wanted to be held, so you snaked your arms around him. He’d go entirely limp in your embrace, still giggling— a few gushy, affection words strewn in as he nuzzled at you. Giving him a small squish, you’d sit back down against the tree as he half-sat-half-laid on you— still mumbling slurred, giggled words of adoration.

You eventually heard him murmur a little “I love youuu..” from down there, and you returned the sentiment with a laugh. He’d seem to vibrate a smidge, before lifting his hands to flap them a bit, smiling.

I love writing fluff so much im going to explode AAH Hajajsjajjajd /pos

I hope this was nice to read!!!! It was really fun and nice to write HEHAHDHS I cannot express how much I love goopy squishy fluff like this aaAAh HEHEH

Thank you for requesting!! Have a lovely day!!! :]

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You're so good.

Summary: Bunkering down for the night leads to a memorable night.

Rating: M

Word count: 2.7k

Content: 18+ content, MDI, Oral (M&F receiving), slight dirty talk, Joel being a cocky bastard.

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“Alright I’m taking one of the beds, g’night,” says Bill, not waiting for a response as he goes into one of the bedrooms, slamming the door behind him.  

There was only two other bedrooms, Joel took this as an opportunity, “Ellie why don’t you take the one across from his.” 

Ellie looks at him, “Are you sure?” She’s excited to lay down in an actual bed but feels bad about taking it. 

Joel shrugs his shoulders, “Yea, and you can have the other one," he says as he looks at you, "I don’t mind keeping watch on the couch.” 

Ellie smiles brightly at him and heads into the other bedroom, closing the door softly behind her. Leaving you both in the living room...alone.  

Joel darted his eyes to yours; you were already staring back at him, “You don’t have to take first watch...I can if you want to get some rest.” you offered but Joel shook his head. 

“Nah, I can do it,” neither one of you took a step, waiting to see who would make the first move.  

You took a step back towards the bedroom, making Joel deflate. Maybe he read the room wrong.  

“You know...,” You started to say, Joel feels his chest start to rise, “We have the place barricaded. We might not need a look out tonight.” 

Joel looks around, it is tightly packed. He doesn’t think anything will get in, but it doesn’t hurt to do it. He shrugged his shoulders, he wants to take the bait but maybe it isn’t a good idea at the moment.  

“I’ll still be out on the couch, doesn’t hurt to have an eye out,” Joel says. He doesn’t want to deny you but he’s hesitant. 

You don't falter, “Alright, well if you change your mind. The bed is big enough to fit two.” You stalk off into the room, not checking to see if he was watching you. You know he is. 

Joel stands there kicking his feet, rubbing his head.  

‘God dammit,’ he thought. He looks at the door and sure enough you left it cracked open for him. An invitation. 

‘Joel just take it’ he thinks to himself. Trying to muster the courage to hightail it to the bedroom.  

Your on the other side of the door watching him, laughing quietly to yourself.  

‘He’s so cute when he’s flustered,’ you think. Poor guy, he’s just trying to do the gentleman thing, but with you being a tease how could he control himself.  

“Get in here slowpoke,” you call out to him as you walk towards the bed. Slipping off your flannel and taking some of your knives off your body. You can hear Joel’s quiet footsteps as he approaches the door. He gently pushes it open, stalking in.  

You look at him as you set your knives on the side table, you gently smile, “There you are.” 

Joel can’t take his eyes off you, he’s infatuated. You're so beautiful. He gently closes the door behind him, you turned your back to him to continue taking your weapons off. Joel slowly walks closer to the bed but stops just right before the footboard.  

You stand in tight ripped dark jeans and a thick strapped beige tank top. Your flannel lays on the bed next to you, it’s ratted from the years but keeps you warm, nevertheless. You have a few scars littering your shoulders as well as a few beauty marks. Joel just wants to explore each one of them. Your body is toned, thick in all the right places.  

Joel gulps, “Are you sure you wanna share a bed with my big self? I’ll probably take up over half the damn thing.” He’s giving you an out.   

You turn to him, and he feels his mouth go dry, you smirk, “You don’t wanna lay with me cowboy?,” you pout, “I thought we had something going on.” 

He feels himself wanting to let out a growl. He’s feeling primal, animalistic. You're testing his patience and it’s just about worn thin. He drops his head down to gain control over himself.  

He looks back up at you with dark eyes, “What did I tell you about that?” He wants an invitation, one more thing to let him know what he’s about to do is okay.  

You look up at him smiling, “About what?” You make it a game, jokingly ponders, “Oh, you mean this?” You jut your bottom lip back out in a playful pout.  

Joel shoots his hand out to grab the back of your neck, yanking you towards him. You slam into his chest, placing both hands on his pecks. Joel has his hand wrapped up in the nap of your hair, forcing you to look up at him by pulling down. You pant as Joel leans down, rubbing his nose against yours.  

“You keep testing me lately. You have this smart mouth but here you are panting like a bitch in heat from my touch.”  

Your mouth is dry as you try to find words to speak, but you comes up short when he leans into your neck. He drags his nose from your cheek down to the bottom of your throat, pulling your hair farther down and making you look up at the ceiling. You clutch the bottom of his shirt, shifting in his grasp.  

“Tell me this is okay...” Joel leans his head back to look at you in the eyes, “Tell me I’m not reading this wrong.” 

You feel your heart melt, you reach up and cups Joel’s face in your tiny hands, “You’re not reading this wrong. At all.”  

That’s all it took; Joel presses his lips against yours. He kisses you like a man that’s been starved, starved of the spark he once felt a long time ago but hasn’t felt it in years. He presses you into him as tightly as possible, running his hands from your face to your hips. Joel picks you up by your hips, wrapping your legs around him. He steps around the foot board and gently sets you on the bed. 

Joel pulls his shirt over his head while you do the same, he brings his knee to rest on the bed and takes your face into his hands. Joel leans down to kiss you again, caressing your face. You drag your hands from his face down to his chest, leaning into his touch.  

Joel's hands began to wonder, pushing you down into the bed with him gently laying himself on top of you. The kiss was wet and urgent, all that could be heard was pants and the sound of lips smacking against each other. 

You run a hand through his thick locks, causing Joel to shiver out a grunt. You gently bite down on his bottom lip, slightly pulling. Joel wraps his hand around your throat while pushing his lips against yours even harder. 

“You’re killing me,” Joel breaths out as he pulls back from your lips, “You’re so goddamn sexy,” he kisses you in between each word.  

You smirk up at him, you lay beneath him topless, “What are you gonna do about it cowpoke?” 

Joel’s eyes darkened with lust. 

Joel grips your face with one hand, dragging his thumb to your lips. You take his thumb between your lips, slightly biting down. 

Joel groans, “God where in the hell have you been all my life.” 

You laugh, while shifting yourself beneath him. You're embarrassingly wet, it’s been a while since you've been touched in such a way by a man. Joel takes notice in your movements, ducking his head down to lay kisses down your neck. You extend your neck to him, giving him complete access. You arch your back to access your bra in order to unclasp it, it comes loose, and you drag it down your arms.  

Joel immediately cups your breasts, dragging his mouth to them.  

‘Jesus Christ,’ he thought, ‘She really is a barbie.’  Referring to nickname Bill had given you upon you meeting him.

Joel’s version of a barbie anyway. For it being the apocalypse, low food and all, you still have the biggest tits ever. Your stomach is soft and toned, thick thighs and the fattest ass Joel’s ever had the pleasure of groping. What a dream. 

“You are a damn dream, darlin’,” Joel says from between your tits, he wraps his lips around your right nipple, sucking until he lets go with a ‘pop’. You mewl at the sensation, and Joel swears he could bust right then and there from your sounds.  

“Joel,” You pant, “Please.” 

“Please what baby, use your words.” 

Joel is still sucking and biting at you, you can’t seem to think straight. He licks a strip from your valley all the way up to your neck. 

“Touch me,” You choked out.  

He chuckles, “I am touchin you darlin’.” 

You whine out, but Joel quietly shushes you. 

“Now now,” he tsks you, “Tell me where baby, where do you want me to touch you?” 

You rub your hands up and down his frame, touching every inch you can reach. He’s enjoying your touch, he’s a patient man but the throb between his legs is almost unbearable. 

“Joel,” You whine, “Please touch me down there, please.” You look at him with a small pout and desperation in your eyes.  

How could he tell you no with that face? Joel kisses down your stomach and stops at the top of your jeans, he sits up and slowly starts to unbutton them. He’s gentle with how he slides them down your legs, throwing your jeans behind him without breaking his eyes from your body.  

Dragging his lips back to your stomach, he looks up at you to find you watching impatiently. Joel smiles at you for being so eager, he gently bites down on the skin of your stomach making you jolt. Joel rubs your thighs with the palm of his hands, soaking in this moment.  

Joel hooks his fingers around your underwear, nothing fancy, just a pair of black bikini cut. Joel didn’t care, they all came off the same. He drags them down your legs, pulling them off and tossing them where he tossed your jeans.  

You try to press your thighs closed, to relieve some of the pressure, but Joel stops you with his hands.  

“Don’t cover the best part sweetness,” Joel says as he leans down to flick his tongue against your clit. Your hips jerk at the feeling, and you gasp out. 

Joel takes his hands and wraps them around your thighs, pushing them so that they enclose his face into your pussy. He swirls and flicks his tongue against your bud at a fast pace that has you squirming.  

“Oh my god- Joel!” You squeal, small fingers wrapped into Joel’s hair slightly pulling.  

Smacking noises can be heard in the room. He licks a broad strip from your opening back to your clit. Joel puts his pointer and middle fingers at your entrance, looking up at you for approval, which you grant.  

He slowly shoves the two fingers into you, your slickness making it easier. You whine out at the feeling, clenching around his fingers. Joel adds his mouth back onto your clit, sucking vigorously.  

You chant his name in soft whisper, Joel speeds his fingers up. He can feel himself slightly grinding down on the bed, turned on to the max. Joel wants to make you cum just like that, and by the way you're gripping his fingers it’s coming soon.  

“That’s it baby, you gonna cum?” Joel coos, “C’mon, cum for me baby,” he continues to scissor his fingers inside of you. His cock is pulsing, he can feel himself on the brink from absolutely nothing.  

You moan, “Joel, fuck I'm so close,” you looks at him with a fucked look, mouth dropped open, hooded eyes. Slightly drooling.  

Joel continues to finger fuck you while looking at you. You feel your stomach beginning to tighten, breaths becoming more ragged with each stroke.  

“Joel-,” you choke out right before cumming on his fingers, your body shakes in waves. Joel watches the pretty sight, the way you tilt your head back while clutching at the blankets beneath them. Mouth agape in a silent scream as your body shakes from your orgasm.  

“Fuck that’s a pretty sight honey,” Joel says as he works you through an orgasm, he leans down and licks your pussy one more time, tasting your orgasm. You gasp at the overstimulation and buck your hips up. “So fuckin’ sweet baby.” 

You catch your breath and reach for Joel’s belt buckle, you start to take it off him, but he stops you, “Don’t worry about me darlin’.” 

You shake your head, mouth slightly dry, “You’re crazy if you think I’m not gonna return the favor cowboy.” 

Joel’s jeans are very tight on him right now, especially in the front. You rub him from the outside while undoing his jeans. Joel feels himself grinding into your palm, he gets up from the bed to take his jeans off. You follow and drops down to your knees. 

“Shit baby, so eager for me?” Joel says as his eyes drop down to your figure.  

You nod while looking up at him, mouth slightly opened. You reach for the band of his underwear, pulling it down slowly. Joel had an impressive bulge outline through his jeans, you could only imagine how big it was. His cock slaps his stomach, big and very hard. You're almost startled by how big it is.  

Joel wraps his hand around himself, slightly squeezing. He chuckles at your reaction.  

“If it’s too much, you don’t have to sweetheart,” Joel says a bit cocky, he knows how big he is.  

You shake your head at him and wrap your small hand around the base of it. Joel jumps a bit at how cold your hand is but is very turned on with how much bigger his dick looks in your small hands.  

You take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, taking an inch in at a time. Joel wraps his hand into your hair, making a makeshift ponytail. You slowly bob your head onto his cock, using your spit as lubricant.  

“Fuck.” Joel says as he’s trying not to thrust into your mouth. Your mouth feels so good on his dick it’s hard not to.  

Once his cock is slicked up with your saliva, you starts to move your head faster, taking him farther each time. Joel’s moans are absolutely wrecked, his cock hits the back of your throat causing him to stutter his hips into your mouth.  

“Fuck sorry baby, your mouth feels so damn good,” Joel tells you as you slightly gagged on his dick. You grab his hips, urging him to rock back in forth, “Fuck, you want me to fuck your mouth?” You nod. “God damn, you were made for me sweetness.”  

 Joel softly fucks into your mouth, holding your hair still but firmly pushes your head forwards. You have tears running down your face but you open your mouth more anyway. He hits the back of your throat every time. 

“Fuck I'm so close baby, you want it in your mouth? You gonna swallow my cum sweetheart?” Joel looks down at you as he keeps thrusting, “Look at you, taking my cock in your mouth so well.” You whine at his words, the vibrations of your actions causing him to spill into your throat. He moans out, almost whining.  

You take your mouth off him, swallowing everything he gave you. Joel’s chest heaves from him, catching his breath. You rub his thighs and chest as you makes your way back onto your feet. Joel reaches for you and pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you.  

“God damn you’re good at that,” Joel says after a few seconds of silence, you laugh against his skin. Joel is tracing your spine as he lays his head against yours. He walks you backwards so that your calves hit the bed causing you to land on the bed.  

“Let’s get some shut eye before the sun comes up,” Joel says as he lays the blanket over you. He lays down next to you, him closest to the door. Joel wants to be closer to you, but he doesn’t know if it was appropriate or not.  

You can tell he’s inside his head and move towards him slowly, gently laying your head on his shoulder. Joel leans his head against yours, gently putting his hand on your hip. A firm squeeze to your hip as a thank you.  

“Goodnight Joel.” 

“G’night darlin’.” 

[prttykittes]

CW. threesome(Venti&Kaeya, Scaramouche&Raiden Ei), Cheating(Xingqiu&chongyun), NTR(Xingqiu&Chongyun), Oral sex(Fe/male), anal sex, voyeurism (Xingqiu, Xiao), slight incest(Xiao&Zhongli they are son/dad), dubcon(venti&kaeya), sex under alcohol

Notes: hehehe, their is slight incest in Xiao and Zhongli’s one, there is malexmale in Xingqiu ofc, No romantic feelings between Raiden or Scaramouche, I forgot which one is his mom so yeah,...

XIAO and ZHONGLI

You gag on his cock, your wet warm mouth taking his big cock, you’re on your knees. Looking up at Zhongli, you blink away tears as you stroke the rest of his dick that your mouth couldn't take. You felt your lower area throb, your sex wanting attention, you let out a muffled moan, making him groan as he guides you by your hair. Moving your head up and down, you wanted to reach down and pleasure yourself but you didn't want to. Little did you know that his son, Xiao, was outside the door. Xiao strokes his dick as he hears your moaning and his dad’s moaning, he doesn't know if he touching his leaking dick at your moans or his dad’s… but he doesn't seem to care, his hand furiously goes up and down, he lets out his own moans.He lets out a deep sigh, his chest goes up and down, he looks at his tip, he wants you to suck on his tip, maybe he should go in but before he can cum. The door opens.

VENTI and KAEYA

SCARAMOUCHE and RAIDEN EI

They stare down at you, your head is spinning as you slur your words. Venti blows in your ear, you can hear him giggling afterwards. You hold his hand as you felt Kaeya’s tip at your hole, you can feel the leaking tip in your hole. You can feel him smiling, he puts his tip in and then takes it out. Venti kisses you, bringing you into a wet sloppy kiss. You moan into the kiss as he enters you, you gasp and hold onto Venti's arms. Kaeya slowly thrusts into you, he kisses your shoulder as he gently brings you up and down. You close your eyes as your fingers cling onto Venti’s clothing, you suck on his tongue as kaeya soon goes faster. Bouncing you onto him, you cling onto Venti, Venti giggles and he kisses you some more. Your lips get wet, you can feel drool past your moist lips, kaeya stays in you while venti moves you around, making your face in front of his crotch. He rubs at the tent and he pulls down his underwear, his dick pops up. Slapping your face with it, he puts his dick into your mouth, they both begin to move. You gag on his dick while moaning, oh how they love this feeling.

XINGQIU and CHONGYUN

You moan at the taste of her cunt, your face was shoved in her pussy, while your hole was getting fucked by her son’s cock. You didn't know how you ended up in this threesome, you moan at the taste and his dick hitting spots inside of you. She shoved your head more in, making your nose touch her clit as you slurp her juices up, Scaramouche fucks you. His dick pumping in and out, his eyes are closed as he focuses on your moaning and your tightness. She moans as she runs her nipples, she also only focuses on you, only on your moaning and tongue. They both pretend that each other are not there, you start to tongue-fuck her. Scara grips your waist hard as his dick twitches in you, you can feel yourself about to climax and it seems like the other two are about to climax as well.

You smile as you step up the plates for them, your boyfriend and his best friend talk to each other, Chongyun your boyfriend smiles as they both sit down at the table. You don't notice Xingqiu’s hand reaching under the table, after you are all done eating, you go out. You wanted to go shopping and hang out, you wanted the boys to hang out and just have fun but you didn't expect them to have this kind of fun. You walked back in the house, you were finally back, it was late and you heard talking. You smile as you walk up stairs, you hear soft talking. You walk towards the bedroom door, and you hear Chongyun’s soft voice. You peek into the door, You see Xingqiu’s arm around his waist. You gasp as you don't speak, They both rub their cloth ducks against each other, Xingqiu coos in his ear, kissing Chongyun's neck. Xingqiu pushes Chongyun against the wall, pulling Chongyun's pants down, he smiles as he soon pulls down everything. Their hard dicks rub against each other, their both leaking, Chongyun moans as he clings into Xingqiu, Xingqiu spits on his palm, lubing his cock and then he fingers Chongyun hole. Chongyun lets out a loud moan, he is slightly trembling. Xingqiu soon pushes his dick into Chongyun, Chongyun drools as he puts his hands onto Xingqiu’s shoulders. His nails digging into it, Xingqiu reaches down and strokes the blue-haired male’s dick. Xingqiu goes faster, they make a slapping noise, Xingqiu grunts and lets out moans. Xingqiu coos into Chongyun’s ear, telling him how cute he is and how tight his hole is. Xingqiu and Chongyun both moan, they both. Xingqiu paints Chongyun's hole white, Chongyun paints their stomachs white. You bite your lower lip, your hand stops touching yourself, you let out a deep sigh as your sex leaks out your cum. Oh why did you enjoy this?

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Princesses Over Princes {Dandy Mott}

Fluff. Little bit of teasing smut. Cover made by me

Fem!Reader

It's your first Christmas with the Mott family after Dandy 'convinced' you to move in. It's officially time to go present shopping, and Dandy almost buys the whole store.

Slightly self-inserted so consider reader autistic, just for now.

I miss writing for my murderous baby boy, so here's a holiday fic to keep y'all going. :)

No one's perspective.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Windows had condensation on them because of how cold it was outside. Lights were twinkling around, and Dora made something warm in the kitchen. It smelled like leeks, so you guessed it was some type of soup. You were a bit sick. But, not sick enough to convince Dandy that you couldn't go out today. For Dandy, it had to be a broken leg, and maybe fully paralysed for you to not be able to go out.

Every single time you heard, "Y/N! We're going out." You dramatised fainting and laid like an 1800s lady who needed air on his bed. A grin and a giggle always gave it away, and Dandy stood there unimpressed every time. "Come on! I want to! You need to come with me! You need to! You need to!"

"Big baby." You muttered as you got up.

"What?!"

"you're. A. Big. Baby!" Dandy stood there, slightly gobsmacked, and watched you walk out of his door, a slight skip in your step. Despite being called a baby, he followed you anyway.

A baby? No. Dandy was your lovesick puppy. He'd follow you to the ends of the earth and buy you a company if it made you happy. He was wrapped around your finger like a tight glove. Your comfortability over anything. If you went to the freakshow to see your friend, Amazon Eve, Dandy would make sure you had front-row tickets and brought a pillow to make sure you were comfortable in the creaky, woody chairs. The way he looked at you, it was a look that could melt anything. His eyes were firmly on you. He was so happy he bumped into you with his mother on a walk.

You were sitting in the kitchen, having some of the soup that Dora made when Dandy finally decided to come into the kitchen. Even though he followed you out of the playroom. "Dandy, come eat something!" You smiled, gesturing to the small portion of toast that was available on the table.

"I'm not hungry."

"Dandy-" Dora started,

"Dandy eat something or I'll lock myself in one of the empty rooms and not talk to you until the new year."

Instinctively, Dandy sat down and almost scarfed down toast with nothing on it. He then sat impatiently as you finished your soup, albeit a bit more slowly, and less messily. You were almost elegant and looked like a princess in your baby blue dress that poofed out and rested just below your knee. All Dandy thought you needed now was a tiara, and a ring. Both have a gem-like sapphire in them to match the colour scheme. Staring at you was a full-time job for him. The only one he would like. "Are you almost done?"

"Almost." You giggled, feeling Dandy gently grip your thigh under the table. There was an impatience to his words, and you could feel a tantrum coming on if you didn't hurry up and finish. Thankfully, Dora took your bowl from you as soon as you placed your spoon down. She could also feel the impatience and wanted you to go so she would be away from Dandy for an hour or so. Your eyes met with hers, a silent thank you along with a smile. The small bowl was taken from you, and Dandy grabbed your arm, dragging you to stand up. The childish happiness within his run made you smile, and follow him quickly. He practically threw you in the car once you put a coat on, and started the car just as quickly.

"Love? Where exactly are we going?" You asked once you were on the road. Your boyfriend had calmed down now and was driving carefully. To him, you were precious, a statue or an angel that couldn't be damaged. That one piece of art that you own and wouldn't let anyone else touch it. That's what you were to Dandy, art. Everything about you was art. Your interests were included.

"Store."

"Well, I figured that." You chuckled as the car's hum ran behind you quietly. "But what store are we going to prince?"

A blush rose on your boyfriend's cheeks. His infatuation with you only increased when you called him a nickname. Prince was his favourite. You were his princess, deserving of everything. "Whatever store you want. What do you want right now?"

Silence was the answer until you sheepishly answered, "A new stuffed bear. Not a proper one! Just, a stuffed animal. A brown bear, I like those ones."

"Stuffed animals. Toy shop then. Childish.." He muttered the last part, but you heard it anyway. The roads merged as you were nearing the biggest toy store in town. The biggest was a dull, old toy store in between a book store and a café. It was a greying red and the blandest beige you've ever laid your eyes on. The owner was a sweet older man, but you hoped one day, someone would repair the outside, give it a paint job and make it lived in again as it was when you were a child.

The car screeched to a quick halt and scared you almost half to death due to the suddenness of it. "We're here." He mentioned flatly. It confused you, but you undid your buckle and opened the door for yourself. Just as quickly as you opened the door, a hand appeared in your view. You took the hand, and stepped out of the car, immediately walking around to the pavement. The store was in front of your eyes, children rushing around to grab whatever they wanted.

"I do hope that there's something I want left in stock." You sighed. Before you walked in, you adjusted yourself despite no one in the shop caring much about your appearance.

"We'll find something. You need something for Christmas."

"You do too. I do have most of your presents already though." You smiled. Striding into the shop, Dandy and you were suddenly overwhelmed by the amount of children's yelling and noises they made in general. There was a quiet corner in the corner of the shop, in which the shelves held different teddy bears. "Teddies." You mumbled, walking towards them like a soul heading towards purgatory.

Dandy followed but ran instead. He grabbed a random one and held it out towards you. It was a light beige and looked like a typical teddy. "Um, I don't know." All that kept coming out of your mouth was mutters. Small and messy kids were running around you as the other adults apologized. He could tell you were getting more agitated and uncomfortable but attempted to refrain from yelling.

That lasted about 4 minutes.

You were sitting in the storage room with the shopkeeper's permission, hands over your ears and your eyes were almost glued shut. It pissed Dandy off to no end and you heard, "GO AWAY! EVERYONE!!" Everyone stopped in their tracks and put their things down, not including the bought things, and slowly backed out. Silence filled the shop.

"Dandy. You, my...my customers!" The shopkeeper thought out loud.

"I don't care!! Y/N needs space! They need time!! Everyone was annoying her!!" You took this as a sign to walk out of the storage and Dandy immediately hugged you, kissing your head gently. "You have all the time now."

"Thank you, Dandy." A smile replaced the scared frown you wore on your face. The teddies were still lined up on the shelves, but some were on the floor. You picked the floor teddies up, and Dandy took them from you, going to place them on the till. Every single one you looked at was placed by the shopkeeper.

The small black ones, the beige, brown, white bears. The dusty pinks and blues. The ones with a small card tied to their paws, the bears who looked brown, big and dusty. The old ones who never got a chance to be loved.

Every. Single. One.

"Oh, my love don't worry. I don't-"

"No." Dandy cut you off quick. "You deserve the best. Especially after the annoying brats filled up this place." A sigh escaped you, and you placed your least favourite stuffed animals back on the aged wood.

What was left was 3 teddy bears, a puppet you liked the look of and a small robot. The teddies were the small black one that caught your eye immediately, one of the medium-sized dusty pink ones, and the aged, dark brown, squeezable bear. They captured your heart, along with the other two items. The puppet, and the robot. These 'robots of the future!' interested you dearly. Would talking pictures and robotics be the future? Either way, Dandy was happy you made your choice, and you could go home.

"Is this all you're purchasing today?" The shopkeeper asked. He was a kindle and gentle soul, who had manned the store since Dandy and you were children. He knew you well and saw a romance happen before his eyes when talking to you and Dandy.

Before you could answer, however, Dandy nodded and brought his wallet out. "$100."

"Really? $100. Wow, that's a good price!" You chuckled, gazing at your new and known presents.

"$100 is really cheap," Dandy muttered, paying the shopkeeper swiftly. The items were placed into two bags, and immediately getting scooped up by your childish boyfriend. "Okay, let's go."

You waved goodbye to the shopkeeper and headed outside, the car still in front of the dinky shop door. Dandy almost rushed again, placing the bags in the back of his car and resisting the urge to make you quicken your pace. He wanted to get home. Quick. You were a bit stressed still. He could tell and knew being back at home would make you feel better. Well, your new home. You suddenly got moved into Dandy's mansion at some point in time at the start of your relationship, and it still took you a few months to get used to.

As soon as you were buckled in the passenger's seat, it didn't take more than a second for Dandy to be racing back home. It was like there was a time limit to getting back, and he had to make it back within that limit. The roads were blurred, and you gripped onto Dandy's arm with your left hand, the other held onto your own seatbelt. Whatever race Dandy was having in his head, clearly his car was winning.

The car pulled up to the house in no time. Dandy looked completely fine, with no scratch, but you felt worse. Your stomach felt like it was flipped, your heart was racing and your hair certainly fell out of whatever shape you styled it in that morning. The laboured breathing you were doing concerned Dandy. "Are you okay?"

"yeah. Fine. Just, a bit too fast."

"Okay." A monotone voice came out of the man, and he got out, giving you about 5 seconds before he came around to your side and picked you up, along with the bags of course. "I'm taking you into bed."

You felt like a princess and just stared in awe at Dandy. This childish, but strong man was carrying you into the house, and all the way up to his playroom. It was his favourite room, and where you had your bed. Nothing but the best sheets for you. "Thank you, my prince." You giggled, as Dandy was now sitting by your side.

"You're welcome. you're my princess, and need the best, not whatever common people own."

"Would you kill someone for your princess?" You teased, biting your lip slightly. Pretending to love murder and blood made Dandy even more happy. It thrilled him to know that you were 'just as bloodthirsty as him' according to Amazon Eve.

"I'd murder anyone and everyone if it made you happy." He gripped onto your waist and you looked up at him again. Almost showing innocence in your eyes. He was all yours to ruin with blood, gore, anything. His innocent doll.

Just to make sure he didn't add on to his words, you kissed him and you held onto eachother tightly. The kiss was filled with nothing but lust. The rest of the day was heavy touching, breathing. Deep and heavy kisses. You and Dandy were wrapped around eachother's fingers, tight. "I love you my prince."

"I love you princess."

Tags; @slvt4jamesmarch @babygorewhore @taintandviolent @tatelangdonsweater

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✱ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝..

where you travel with your friend and your favorite trope comes to life

↳ 𝐰/ 𝐊𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 & 𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐨

a/n: slowly getting back into reworking and reposting older stuff as i work on my trades and requests (´⌣`ʃƪ) i'm so weak for all three of them (not just because of my raging size kink). Wano just introduced us to so many good chars, it's wild. holding them gently in my palm with little hearts floating around my head

word count: 1.1k

❦ 𝐊𝐈𝐊𝐔

Kiku and you actually don’t mind the bed situation, but almost get into a fight because both of you insist that the other one takes the bed

you give in when she draws her sword (no questions were asked why she is bringing her sword on a regular road trip, you just roll with it) and threatens you to take the damn bed

her smile is sweet but her eyes definitely say murder

you flop down on the bed and pat next to you, inviting her to join you

“see? there’s actually plenty of space for both of us. the blanket seems rather small though, so if you don’t mind some cuddling at night…”

she doesn’t, moreover, she initiates it

at first you freeze when she wraps her arms around you from behind, spooning you, then you let yourself sink deeper into her hug, enjoying the comfort of her warmth

you can’t fully relax though because whenever you close your eyes, you see the face of her brother, threatening you with a gun because how dare you touch his perfect little sister

your therapist will definitely hear about this 

but for now you’re happy, turning around so you can look into her beautiful eyes in the dim bedroom light

you cup her face, your thumb brushing the soft skin of her cheeks as she smiles, a smile so pretty it feels like a stake straight through your heart

wow, you really are in love huh? why else would there be so many butterflies all of sudden? why does being in her arms feel the safest you have been? 

the two of you have some soft and sweet pillow talk, too giggly to fall asleep, spilling secrets in the dark

only when you run out of words, you both scoot closer and closer, subtle but enough so your lips can find each other, sweet kisses fluttering all over your face, whispered confessions in your open mouth until the morning comes and you walk hand in hand out of that fateful hotel room

❦ 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

“oh well. you can have the bed, i don’t sleep that much during the night anyway.”

which is in fact, true. he naps often and everywhere because he’s usually up all night, robbing the rich and causing arson

tonight is no exception, just a little different from his usual shenanigans 

Denjiro would probably bargain with the owners of the hotel first to get you both a big discount on the room since it’s not what you booked

you can hear him going full “i want to speak the manager” on the poor staff downstairs

he’ll come back in the room with a big grin and a bag full of cold hard cash, his fox eyes looking feisty

“let’s party”

he encourages you to go wild on the room service, ordering everything your heart desires as long as you get him some sake too

you still end up in the same bed together, watching reality tv shows all night while feeding each other the most delicious stuff the room service carried in on a dozen silver tablets

cuddled up against him, you can’t help but think that maybe sharing a bed with him isn’t that bad…?

and judging from the way he holds you close, dozing off every now and then, Denjiro seems to be comfortable too

you snuggle closer against him when he pulls you into his lap, your head resting against his broad chest, his arms wrapped around you

“want to order some dessert, too?”

his voice is close to your ear, sending warm shivers down your spine

you tilt your head back to look him in the eyes, returning the wide smile as you reach for his long blue hair that’s falling over his shoulders

“i think there’s something sweet in the room already that i want to taste…”

yes you kiss <3

❦ 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐎

you both stand in front of the queen sized bed, hands on the hips as you both shrug at each other

you’re friends, right? no big deal sharing the same bed, friends do that all the time

still, you can’t deny that your heart is skipping a few beats by the thought of it

Yamato initiates a pillow fight when he notices the slight tension and accidentally knocks you out when a pillow hits you directly in the face

quickly grabs your soul leaving your body and stuffs it right back in

when you regain your consciousness again, Yamato is leaning over you, carefully dabbing your face with a cold towel, his worried face brightening up when he sees your eyes fluttering open again

he apologizes a thousand times on his knees (poor boy sometimes forgets how strong he is) and begs for forgiveness

he even offers to sleep in the bathtub tonight to make up for it, so you can enjoy the bed all for yourself

you can’t help but giggle from the thought of Yamato trying to fit all his long limbs into the tiny tub and you can see the relief on his face when he realizes that you’re not mad at him

“i accept your apology. to make up for it, you could let me lay in your lap and run your fingers through my hair…?”

guess three seconds of feeling brave really pay off because Yamato is so fast to jump into bed with you, building a tiny fort of pillows around you both before he pats into his lap, gesturing you to lay down

if you could purr, you would right now because Yamato’s fingers make you feel things

you’re chatting about all the things you want to do on your vacation but you can’t fully concentrate on the conversation because your heart is drumming so loud in your chest, you fear it might just jump out 

only when you suggest to switch positions so you can pet Yamato too, your faces are coming awfully close to each other, your hands touching, and just like that the last remaining inch between your lips is gone as you sink into a deep kiss that takes your breath away

every time people ask how you two got together, the story will start with a “and there was only one bed”

[creedslove]

DESERVE IT - PART THIRTEEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: some insight on your relationship with Javi, where everything is going perfectly, until his secret with Los Pepes is out

Warnings: fluff, but the like the level of fluff is too much it will probably make you OD on fluff, smut (nipple play, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie), a little bit of dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy talk, a little bit of angst

A/N: besties... Where do I start? I don't even know, I've been writing this chapter for two days and it's made me feel so many things, I was so emotional and so into it, like i felt i was buried deep in the story because more than once I ended up writing my own name when I was talking about reader lmao, this has happened so many times during this story... Anyway, I'll continue my considerations on my second author's note at the end of this chapter so there won't be any spoilers, I just hope you guys enjoy this huge dose of domestic!Javi as much as I did 🩷

• PART ONE TO TWELVE ON MY MASTERLIST

6.3k words (I got carried away, sorry)

You felt yourself waking up slowly at the same time you tried focusing back into your sleep. You didn't want to wake up just yet, the blankets over your body felt so comfortably warm, the mattress underneath giving you the complete relaxation you craved as you buried your face in the pillow and tried returning to the dream you were having.

You didn't remember much about it, but you did remember you were in a big house, you didn't know where exactly, but at the same time everything seemed familiar.

You walked through the hallways of it, taking in all the details that were so different and yet so known to you, picture frames on the wall, that passed by as a blur though you had the feeling you'd seen them many times.

You followed your instincts, going down the hallway and finding the kitchen, immediately a small little girl rushed to you, hugging you as tight as she could and giggled "mommy!!!!" she squealed happily and pointed at the counter, where Javi was standing, placing the dough inside the small, star-shaped baking pans "daddy and I are making cookies!!!" The little girl you quickly learned was none other than your daughter informed you with the happiest smile on earth.

Javi smiled too, leaving the cookies on the counter and walked to you, kissing your lips gently and caressing your stomach, that much to your surprise was round with a baby bump "we missed you and our big boy too" he told you and held your hand, taking it to his mouth and pecking it as well, just as you could see a wedding band around your finger.

Your heart raced and you thought air was lacking from your lungs when you immediately got up and looked around, rubbing your eyes and looking for any traces of the scenario you were just experiencing.

You gasped as it had been such a real dream, but now that you realized you were finally awake, you could tell the images were already fading. Suddenly, the house didn't seem so familiar anymore, you didn't remember any longer what shape the cookies were, and the little girl's face was nothing but a fog, and god, it hurt because she was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. Your heart clenched at the realization she was just a product of your memory and you would never see her again. It was so upsetting to realize that and you wished you had the ability to draw, at least you could maybe try to get a picture of her pretty face. You were clueless to why that particular dream made such an impact on you, distractedly thinking of it as you jumped startled when you felt a hand brushing against your hair.

"You okay cariño?" Javi asked you, staring into your eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed and watched as you looked at him with the confused fog of sleep. You then nodded, smiling gently at him

"Yeah, I just had a weird dream, that's all…" you bit your lips and ran your hand through your messy hair before wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tight. You took a deep breath, inhaling Javi's post shaving cream's scent and closing your eyes at how warm he was against you. It always soothed you to have him so close to you.

Javi on the other hand didn't actually get why you were clinging so tight to him, you were whimpering in your sleep and he worried you were having nightmares about him. He knew how much you've been worrying about him and his connection with Los Pepes now that Pablo's situation was getting unbearable and he felt both guilty and concerned that he was putting you under unnecessary stress.

"It's okay princesa, I'm here… your breakfast is ready" he whispered to you and kissed your neck gently. He smiled at you, loving your sleepy face and cupping your cheek, you laughed softly

"You know what? I was just having a dream about a very domestic Javier Peña and now I wake up to you making me breakfast?" You raised your eyebrow and got off bed, stretching your body and not bothering getting dressed at all.

The way you moved your naked body caught Javier's attention immediately and whatever thought he might have had in his mind just disappeared and everything went blank. He didn't have any other reaction but get up and follow you, his hand on your hips as he tried pulling you to him,

"Don't be a bitch, mi amor, I always make you breakfast" he purred, kissing your shoulder but groaned as you got into the bathroom and locked the door. He sighed and went back to the kitchen table, knowing you would only return after your shower and much to his disappointment, fully clothed.

He poured himself a cup of coffee as he thought of the morning routine the two of you established. You had been officially dating for a little over a month now, after nearly a year of playing a cat and mouse game and Javi would be lying if he said that was the happiest he'd ever been. He just loved to have someone to come back home to, someone he could actually talk to, be affectionate with, someone who understood him and didn't demand things he couldn't give. It was different this time, all the times he'd been in a relationship he was often frustrated, or uncomfortable or feeling suffocated, but now? Javier Peña was a house cat who loved waking up early to make his girlfriend pancakes even if he pretended the pancakes were for him.

He just loved waking up to you all tangled around him, your smell on his sheets, his pillows, your hair all over his face, he didn't care. He liked waking up next to you, he liked seeing you smile at your breakfast plate ready for you, he liked how great you smelled after coming out of your shower, if there was something he didn't like, however, was how you teased him every single morning by leaving bed naked and walking past him, knowing how much he wanted to touch you, but then, you would leave your morning shower and sit right on his lap, and that could lead to many other things.

Even if the two of you would arrive late at work almost on a daily basis, it was still worthy. You hadn't actually announced your relationship to anyone, but people figured it out eventually, the first ones being obviously Connie and Murphy, and you actually liked it, especially after you and Connie started hanging out more when the boys were out at work, and that led the four of you to some double date nights, and it was nice. You liked that coziness of the situation, how the four of you could act like friends and forget about work while sharing a nice meal and some drinks.

And of course, that bitch you called Colleen walked on you and Javi making out during your lunch break and made it public to everyone else. At that point, Pablo Escobar himself probably knew you were banging each other.

What he didn't know - and no one, really did it - was that you and Javi weren't just banging. You were dating, for real, because you two were in love, you were in love for real but it was actually best no one cared for these details, it was none of their business at all, it was the part of your relationship that was only about you and Javi and you two were happy like that.

You finally exited the bathroom, only one of Javi's work shirts over your body. You loved how he eye fucked you whenever you wore any of his clothes.

You pretended you hadn't noticed it and walked to him, ignoring your own chair and sat on his lap

"Buenos días, agent Peña" you said and watched his frown. He wasn't agent Peña to you, he was Javi, your Javi. You pecked his lips and quickly sat straight, pulling your plate of pancakes and dug into it with a big bite.

Javi wasn't a great cook, in fact, he was terrible, but there was something about his morning pancakes you just loved. Nothing tasted better to you than them, just to think he made them for you, it was enough to make you drool for it.

His arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he sighed "do we really have to go to Murphy's tonight?" He mumbled and nuzzled your neck, making you squirm softly at the sudden shiver

"Yes Javi, I already told Connie we're going, besides, it's lasagna night and you know no one makes that better than I do…" you said and tilted your head to the side, so he could have better access to your neck.

You closed your eyes as his mustache tickled your skin, before his lips got closer and you whimper. Your hand went for the side of his head, fingers tangling into his hair as you pressed him against you a little more.

"Why? You don't wanna go?" You asked feeling suddenly so bothered to be still and moved your hips unconsciously. You felt him shrug against you

"I just wanted to stay with you tonight… but fine" he said in a low voice and then frowned "I can't fucking believe you took the shirt I was going to wear to work today! I gotta see Messina" he said though he felt a pit of guilt at that last part. It was a lie, he wasn't seeing Messina, he was going to see Judy, the head of Los Pepes, but he often hid that from you. He knew it made you anxious and worried, and he didn't want to ruin another day for you. Besides, he was sure nothing bad would happen, he would go over her place, listen to that bitch's claims and return to the office as if nothing had happened.

You chuckled and shrugged "well, your shirt was lying there, and you are shirtless now… I figured if you wanted to wear it, you should have claimed it first" you laughed.

His mind snapped back from the concern about his later meeting and smirked, you were such a little tease.

"Ay princesa, eres tan dulce…" he said as his hands went up and unbuttoned the shirt, one by one, opening them slowly and letting your breasts spill out of it "... Pero también eres mi puta" he whispered against your skin and quickly massaged your breasts. His fingers toyed with your nipples, pinching them gently as his big hand ran it's way down your stomach, obviously finding you completely bare.

"Fuck, Y/N… you didn't even bother putting on clothes… are you trying to kill me? Or is it just your way to beg me to fuck you, cariño? Uh? You like to be such a filthy slut for me, don't you? You like when people call you Javi's puta, don't you?" He whispered into your ear while you only whimpered.

His right hand found your warmth between your legs, cupping it softly, feeling as you parted your legs with no resistance so he could touch you. His left hand ran up again, wrapping around your neck, holding you in a firm grip

"Come on, use your words, I asked you a question.."

"Yes…" you whimpered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I like when people call me your puta, Javi…"

He only groaned into your ear, at the same time his hand sank deeper towards your core, being welcomed by your slippery slit, always so sinfully wet for him. Javi's long fingers parted your lips, the wetness already coating their tips as he moved them up and down, finding your clit and applying pressure to it. He could feel how your ass rubbed against his crotch, his shirt being barely able to cover it for you. His rough jeans burning softly, in a tempting torture, your body responding to his immediately, his touches always descending you to madness at how well he knew you, how well he could manipulate your pleasure. There was never a lover like Javier in your life, and there would be another one. Good thing you didn't plan on leaving him, because if you ever did, you knew you were doomed.

You threw your head back at the same time his fingers went further into your pussy hole, you gushed over his hand, feeling the pleasure build up, he could play you like a fucking doll, no wonder he called you muñequita, you were completely his to be played with and you loved it.

He removed his fingers off you, the disappointed whimper that came out of your lips was a lot louder than you intended, which made him chuckle.

His left hand went for your chin, holding it in place as you obediently opened your mouth to welcome his coated fingers. You sucked on them, licking them clean and watched as Javi finished unbuttoning the shirt, finally revealing your entire naked body "here's what we're gonna do, cariño, you'll be a good girl for me, got it? You'll lift your hips and you'll sit down on me nice and slowly, eating your breakfast while I'm shoved balls deep inside of you, got it amor? You know you can do it, mariposa…" he teased, helping you lift yourself up, waiting as Javi opened his jeans and freed his hard cock. Then, he helped you lower yourself on him, moaning at how your slippery walls clenched around his girth. You, on the other hand, called his name, every time he got inside of you, felt like the first time. You were so drunk in his cock, but it was more than that, you were drunk in love and you couldn't even hide.

You tried moving your hips, but his hands held you in place, not allowing you to make any moves. He meant it when he said you would have your breakfast while he was buried deep inside of you, however, you couldn't bring yourself to actually eat anything, not when you had that aching need of being touched, of bouncing up and down onto his cock, it was too much for you. You asked Javier for mercy, tried to explain how much you needed him, and though he tried not showing how his cock twitched each time you purposely clenched your cunt around him, he wanted you to be a good little puta for him.

Javi handed you some fruit he kept on the table though they were never eaten in the morning, but it didn't matter. He got some grapes, taking one to your mouth, your clit twitched at the same time he gently rubbed it against your lips, before finally allowing you to chew on the sweet grape. Repeating the steps with the remaining others he had in hands.

And only when you were finished with them, Javi's palms went for your hips, gripping them and helping you to move. Now, he was tired of waiting, he was twitching inside of you and he helped you up and down faster and faster, only stopping when you had come for him and he finally spilled his thick load deep inside of you.

You relaxed your back against his chest, feeling tired but happy, also very thankful to remember it was your day off. You had plans of maybe cleaning up the apartment a little bit, as you often spent more time at his place than yours, but after he rocked your little world during the most important meal of the day, you figured it wouldn't hurt to maybe go back to bed and take a quick nap. You just wished you could drag him back with you, you hated to have to say goodbye in the morning like that. Not when you wanted to rest your body against your boyfriend's and fall asleep in his arms.

"You're amazing, princesa" Javi praised you and once more sank his face into the crook of your neck. You still had him inside of you, though you could feel him softening. Javier inhaled your scent again, he never got enough of how good you smelled and if it were up to him, he would spend the rest of his day… no, the rest of his days like that.

And after that feverish, erotic need for each other, he was back to being your sweet Javi. This was another thing you loved about your relationship: the hunger you had for each other wasn't just sexual, though it represented a big part of it, the hunger you felt was physical, emotional and sentimental.

You smiled and turned your head to him, kissing his lips, your heart was nothing but a puddle of love at that moment.

Javi's hands went for your shoulders, sliding down the shirt off your body and helping you get up. As much as he hated it, it was time to go to work, so he had to face his morning torture, which was leave the safehouse you had built together and go outside and face reality. It just didn't feel worse because he knew that at the end of the day, you would be there, waiting for him.

You went to the bedroom and returned fully dressed, this time wearing your own clothes and smiled as he put on the shirt that just a few minutes before was still on your body. Javi could even pretend to be impatient about you stealing his clothes, but the moment he put his shirt on and saw it smelled just like you, he smiled. It was one good thing to get him through the day.

You walked Javi to the door and kissed his lips goodbye, reminding him you loved him and couldn't wait until he was safely back home.

You got under the blankets and sighed happily, thinking of your life and how good things were at that moment. A part of you was still skeptical, not believing things would work out for you and Javi, you sometimes worried he would grow tired of you, maybe he would fall into old habits, the temptation of having to get information from the women he often did, but you immediately shook these thoughts off and reminded yourself that wouldn't happen, because you trusted him, you showed him he was worth of love, he was worth of having a life with, that he was a good man, who deserved a partner to support and love him no matter what, and that man, in return, was at your feet. Connie's words, not yours.

But you felt it, you felt Javi cared about you, you felt he cherished you, he longed for you, you just felt he loved you, and that always made your heart flutter. You were lucky to have each other, no one believed Javier could have a connection with someone like he did with you, maybe, at some point after meeting him, you wouldn't have believed it either, but there you were, being his, just as he was yours.

You took his pillow and sniffed it, loving his to sink deep into his scent and smiled, you thought of the weird dream you had had, recognizing the elements of it, as everyday things you talked about. The place you were was clearly the ranch he lately had been telling you so much about. It was the place he was born and grew up, owned by his dad and some day in the future, it would be his. As far as Javier had told you, his dad didn't have a lot of money, but life was good in the ranch, and after he retired from the DEA, he would be able to provide you in case you didn't want to get a job.

You had jokingly discussed that, like you always did, like the very first time he suggested moving into the ranch and leaving Colombia behind. You sensed there was some truth to his words, but you didn't want to read too much into it, these were huge plans, and you were still pretty recent, even if you were so drunk in love.

He had talked about baby Peña a couple of times too, both times you two ended up laughing, as it was clearly just some amusing daydream, some inside joke that was part of your make-believe future together.

The only time this joke got a little out of hand was about after a month you two made it official and you had to leave your desk several times during the morning to throw up. You just couldn't keep anything inside, and during your lunch break, when you were sat at Javi's desk, sipping some water, looking pale and sweaty, Steve chuckled at the two of you "seems like baby Peña is on its way" he said and made both you and Javier stare at each other in shock and annoyance. You were nearly passing away out of dehydration and he was insinuating you were pregnant. Neither you or Javi said anything, but you could tell the nervousness in his actions. It hadn't even crossed your mind, and probably it hadn't crossed his either, you knew you weren't pregnant, it was just food poisoning, not your first in Colombia and definitely not your last one, but still, it felt like Murphy's comment threw some kind of tension towards the two of you.

That night, after Javi got tired of hearing you throw up to the tenth time, he drove you to the hospital, hating to see you sick. He had to wait by the reception and when you exited the doctor's office with a prescription, he raised his eyebrow.

"So… baby Peña?"

"Baby Peña happens to be last night's fish you insisted on having for lunch" you told him, showing him the prescription to the few meds the doctor recommended you.

The two of you laughed together, deep inside, you knew a baby wasn't exactly a possibility. Well, technically, it was. You were on birth control, but contraception could fail like anything else in the world, but at that moment it just felt like it wasn't a possibility, you two weren't there yet, you hadn't even discussed the possibility of getting there, but it didn't matter anymore, it had just been a misunderstanding.

Javier stared into your eyes for a while, he opened his mouth ready to say something, but he quickly changed his mind. He wanted to have said he would be by your side if you were actually pregnant, he wanted to have told you he would take care of you and your baby, but instead, he just rolled his eyes

"Steve's really a dick"

So that was why your dream puzzled you, even if the baby talk was present in your life, a baby was just a blurry idea, but seeing an actual child, a little girl and feeling her wrapping her little arms around you and calling you mommy, brought a warmth to your heart you just couldn't explain. It felt so honest, so beautiful and so pure. You figured it wouldn't hurt to just dream of it, no one needed to know about it, not even Javi, not now, it wasn't the right time.

You shot your eyes open when you were hit by the sudden realization of where you'd seen the pictures that appeared in your dream. If you remembered correctly, they were scattered on the walls of the hallway you walked through and you knew you had seen them before. They were all pictures of Javier's family. You knew he kept them in a box somewhere in his wardrobe, you'd seen them briefly when he was looking for some extra ammo for his gun but couldn't find exactly where they were. He didn't exactly show you the pictures but he didn't hide them either and a suffocating feeling of curiosity began growing in your chest. What if you got the box and watched the pictures? He wouldn't get upset, would he? Well, for starters, you didn't even need to tell him you went snooping through his stuff.

Sure, they were personal stuff and you would probably be upset if he did the same to you, but it was not like you were trying to find something to frame on him, or steal anything, you wanted to take a look at the pictures and that was all. After all, it was just a weird coincidence they happened to randomly appear in your dream.

You decided to just go for it, it wouldn't be too big of a deal, you would leave everything organized afterwards so if Javi needed to check anything there, he wouldn't even notice.

You got off bed, folding the blankets and leaving everything organized, just like you and your boyfriend liked it.

Boyfriend.

It still made you chuckle at times.

You didn't take much longer to find the box Javi kept his personal things, it was just in the bottom of the wardrobe, under a couple of folded bedspreads Javier had but usually never used. It wasn't a big box, but it was heavy and you would be lying if you said you weren't excited and curious to dig into Javier's memory box. Sitting comfortably on the floor, you crossed your legs and removed the lid, taking a peek inside and saw the many pictures you recognized from your dream.

You carefully took them and watched them, taking your time as you were so entertained by it. There were pictures of his father at his young age, his mom, whom he never spoke a lot about, but when he did, it was always with so much love and admiration. She was truly beautiful and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Javier had taken his mother's eyes.

A picture of them on their wedding day, another one where his dad had his hand around his wife's pregnant bump. And the next picture made you squeal out loud, you gushed and couldn't help but acting like a silly little girl when you saw a picture of baby Javier Peña. It was the original, naked bum, baby Peña! You thought you would die of love at the picture of Javi as a baby, he was so adorable and yes, he's always had the stray puppy's eyes. You were loving each passing second of that activity. You went through all the pictures of Javier's childhood, he was such a cute boy, his hair was a lot lighter back then, and his smile was always bright, funny to think he would become a grumpy DEA agent just a few decades later.

You saw some other pictures of his extended family and another one of his group of friends. You could tell it was his friend group from highschool, mostly because he had his arm wrapped around the waist of a blond beauty. You rolled your eyes at the realization it was Lorraine, probably from the time they still dated. You knew it was kind of stupid, but you still felt a sting of jealousy. You hadn't even met her, and if you did, you would probably sympathize with her, you two had been through very similar things in life and Javier had broken her heart in a horrible way. Even if he had apologized to her, after all the years, it was still a real bad situation. If you ever met her, chances were she would hate him for having Javier and not the other way around. Besides, Javi had left her at the altar, if he ever regretted breaking things up, he could have gone after her, but he didn't, he was with you, he just kept a picture of his friends, it wasn't like he kept a picture of his ex and himself.

You felt a little shy for being jealous for a moment as you put the photographs back in place when your hand accidentally hit a smaller box. You frowned curiously and took it realizing it was a jewelry box. You opened it and found a beautiful ring inside, the one you immediately recognized it as his mother's ring.

You knew he had inherited the ring so one day he would give it to the woman he loved and had plans to spend his life with. No wonder Lorraine got the ring when they got engaged, you remembered when Javi had a few drinks one night and told you between laughter she got so pissed off she refused to return him his mother's ring, and the only reason they managed to recover it was because Chucho had to personally go to her house and have an honest chat with her dad, who then, made her return the ring.

You didn't know Chucho trusted his son with the ring again and you didn't know he had brought it to Colombia.

Then suddenly, a thought occurred to you. Would you ever get his mother's ring?

You didn't know, but it was time you stopped snooping around his things, so you took one last time at the beautiful golden band, adorned with a gorgeou red gem. It was simple, but so heartfelt. You smiled at yourself and placed everything back into place.

•••

"Fuck this, I'm out!" Javier said angrily as he stared at Judy's cynical face. He was done working with those people, they were as bad as Pablo Escobar. They were a cartel, who brought as many problems as Escobar did, just because their power wasn't as extent as their common enemy, they were still criminals. They were a cartel, they produced, sold and profited from drugs, they killed people everyday, good and bad people and they only acted upon Pablo, because they wanted to take his place in the drug cartel chain. When you use a plague to exterminate another one, it doesn't mean they aren't plagues anymore.

Judy on the other hand just laughed as she nodded at her sicario, who immediately grabbed Javier and shoved it against the couch

"I think it's too late for that, what would people say if they knew a DEA agent had an agreement with Los Pepes? Do you think the american press would be pleased?" She asked calmly taking a sip of her drink and watching as Javier stared at her.

"Besides, we know you have a girlfriend, you make a cute couple, I'm sure you as an agent would do whatever it takes you to protect her, wouldn't you? Of course, Los Pepes would never do anything to her, but we can't assure Pablo's sicarios wouldn't… you know what I mean, Mr.Peña?"

Javi went pale at the mention of you, which didn't go unnoticed by Judy who chuckled and shook her head "I'm just joking, agent Peña, you know how family is important to me, and I would never risk anyone who matters to my alleys… as long as they remain my alleys" she said.

Javier understood it perfectly and calmed down, nodding at her as they continued their meeting. He wanted to grab his gun and shoot her in the face, he figured he would be able to take down the men in the room but then, it would only take the men who stood outside maybe thirty second or less before they could burst in and shoot him to death.

It wasn't worthy, he wanted to go home at night, he wanted to go home to you. He wanted to leave that place, go back home, find you and forget about the world, about everything else. He wanted to keep you safe, he wanted to hop on a plane with you, take you to Laredo and initiate his retiring plan, but he couldn't. He was too deep in it and could only hope Judy kept her mouth shut until they captured Escobar and Javi could find something else to do with his life.

He was just worn out, stress pouring through every single pore of his body and he just needed to get home to you, he needed you. Javi knew that was probably not healthy, not once in his life he had such a deep need for a woman, but he wasn't in the mood to fight that off. He groaned as he remembered you would have dinner at Steve's, checking his watch and seeing you were probably there yet, but at least that'd give him time to shower, cool down and try to get Judy and her threats out of his mind.

He walked into his building and distractedly looked for his keys in his jacket pocket. He knew they had to be there, but for whatever reason he was taking long to find them, he didn't see when Steve approached him and only felt when the other agent shoved him against the wall. Javier frowned pissed off and his first reaction was to fight back, even if it was his friend, he didn't hesitate before backhanding Steve just as hard "what the fuck man?" He groaned at the other agent.

"I should be the one asking you, Javi. What the actual fuck? You had a meeting with Judy Moncada?"

Steve saw the way Javi widened his eyes at his words and couldn't help but laugh at how stupid he looked

"You really thought you would be working with Los Pepes and no one would find out? You thought I wouldn't find out?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and waited for Javier to get his key, so they could talk inside.

Steve sat through the whole explanation Javier gave him. It didn't matter if it made sense or if he seemed to be right at some level, he didn't agree with that. They'd been discussing the actions of the death squad through their latest meetings with the CIA and some people insisted the problem was getting bigger and bigger. He could tell Javi was in deep shit, the kind of shit he couldn't just break free, because if Los Pepes didn't try to kill him and that was a long shot, he would certainly face legal actions from the US government.

"What about Y/N? Does she know?" Steve asked and couldn't help but feel disappointed as his partner nodded, confirming the information "I bet she's fucking proud of you, Peña" he groaned, but Javier immediately frowned.

"You can bet your ass she's prouder of me than Connie is of you, at least Y/N doesn't run away when shit gets worse" he spat completely in the defensive and though Murphy's blood boiled, he knew it was a stupid idea to bring the misses into the fight. Both you and Connie were not to blame if both of them were a mess.

"You know, the girls are upstairs now, they're probably laughing as they share a bottle of wine and talking about our dicks or the fact we are both morons…" Steve said "just let's have dinner with them and pretend nothing happened and we deal with that in the morning" Steve sighed and stared at his partner until Javier nodded in agreement.

When you saw Steve entering the apartment alone, you frowned softly "where's Javi?" You tilted your head, curious to know why he wasn't there yet, and not hiding how eager you were to see him.

"He's showering, he should be here soon" he simply said and pecked Connie's lips.

You could tell something was bothering Murphy, but you didn't actually think it was your place to worry about that at all. Instead, you finished assembling the final layers of the lasagna before putting it in the oven.

Another ten minutes passed, before Javi finally walked through the door. He had just got off shower, you could tell by the way his hair was still humid. He glanced at Steve with certain anger, and you were sure something went on between them, bur before you could actually worry about it, Javier's arms immediately snaked around your waist, he placed a kiss to your neck, as you had your back to him, while you washed some dishes in the sink.

"I missed you princesa" he whispered against your ear and made your heart turn into a puddle of love. You had been away from him less than twenty four hours and yet, it felt too long.

You turned around and smiled big, the same smile that made Javier's poor heart skip a beat. Kissing him immediately as you wrapped your arms around his neck. If it were up to you, you would have just ditched dinner and went back to your place, or his place, or even his Jeep, you didn't care, so you could be just the two of you together.

But Olivia's soft tugs on your pants made you break the kiss. You looked down at her and chuckled as she extended her little arms to you so you gladly picked her up, nuzzling her cheek and making her giggle. She looked at Javier curiously and gripped his hand tight.

"See princess? That's uncle Javi!! Do you like him? He's handsome isn't he?" You cooed at her, who gave you both a sweet smile and continued holding his hand with her tiny one.

At that moment, nothing in the world disturbed Javier, no cartels, no violence, no uncertain future in your job due to his poor decisions, because all he could think of when he saw you holding that little princess in your arms, was the only thing he was sure, the only thing he was proud of and the only part of the future he knew it was certain: his future with you and the family you two you build together.

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A/N: okay besties, so I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter because I honestly loved it! It was one of the chapters it felt like I was under a spell, everything was just flowing and I was so into the story, like my heart was melting and beating so fast just to imagine the scenes, it was like I could watch them before my eyes, I don't know how to explain but it felt special to me. I was also really dying for some domestic javi but i wasn't sure I was going to be able to write it, and then suddenly it all came to me. I just love how in love Javi is with reader, it soothes my heart. I like to see the strong bond they have and i just wish javier peña was real 😭 also, smut wasn't planned for this part at all, but it just felt so right, so erotic and so beautiful I had to add it to the story. I hope you all liked it and pls let me know what you besties think 🩷 💬

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Legend has a minor case of kleptomania. Its gotten MUCH better but after his first quest he used to steal everything, mainly food and money. But its still a thing, there have been moments where Legend has had to remind himself to give things back, because otherwise he'll steal them.

Its even worse because there have been moments where he's stolen from the other links. Small shit, like snacks but Legend doesn't like that he still does even that. Hates that hes got food and monetary insecurities.

Link was exhausted. Uncle had been gone for weeks and he'd run out of food in the house by now. It wouldn't be long until the house itself was gone too. He didn't know what to do. He pulled Uncle's big jacket over his tiny, thin frame and headed out the door, the snow so thick it immediately came up to his mid-thigh. Link sneezed. Maybe people in town would be kind enough to give him food. XXX People in town were not kind. He'd already been run out of two warm stores for tracking snow and trying to grab things with his tiny hands. Link was hungry. He sobbed to himself quietly, hugging his uncle's jacket around himself to try and stay warm. It'd been soaked by now, not properly doing its job. Link paused. He smelled something. Food. He looked around, wondering if he was finally going crazy. A person bumped into him and cursed, whacking him in the side with a cane. Link paid him no mind, he smelled food.

A warm loaf of bread sat in a windowsill about a foot and a half above Link's eye level. Someone had recently put it there to cool for a few minutes. Link's eyes filled with tears. He didn't want to steal it, stealing was bad, but he'd been caught so many other times and he was starving. Link straightened his shoulders and climbed up the wall a little, a burst of nervous energy helping him get his dirty hands on the loaf. It hurt, but he didn't dare let go. Burning his hands was worth getting the bread. A woman yelled from inside the house, and Link booked it, her shouts quickly fading in the distance.

He had warm bread and a guilty conscience that night.

XXX

Months had passed. Almost a year. The house was gone, he lived in the woods. Link had learned that feeling guilty about stealing got you nowhere, it was the stealing that kept you alive. He didn't want to die.

Link's hand moved slowly, reaching for a lady's purse. He could see her wallet poking out of the top, just barely. She was talking with a salesman at the counter, and he was still just small enough that the man behind the counter couldn't properly see him. He touched the wallet, and with the confidence of someone who had nothing to lose, gently pulled it out and stuffed it in his pocket. He swiftly turned around and started looking at jams on the shelf. When the lady turned to find her wallet and couldn't, he took the money out and put it in his bag. A good amount. No one was the wiser when the woman found her wallet in the snow several minutes later, empty.

This is to survive, he reminds himself. He has to do this. XXX Link was Legend now. It'd been years since Uncle had died. He couldn't be stealing things to survive, he didn't need to anymore. They always had food. He could always turn to Zelda after his adventures. She'd always been by his side after a cold, hungry month of people keeping their doors locked and not daring to let any merchandise out of their sights.

But still Legend stole.

He reached for a snack he saw poking out of the side of Wind's pack. Jerky, of some sort. Look at him, stealing from a child younger than him. Legend didn't entertain that thought any further. He got his hands on it and gently took it, making sure not to alert anyone. No one saw him take it, it went into his pack beside the other snacks he'd stored up.

He looked guiltily at those snacks that night. What was he doing, stealing from his brothers? (Were they really his brothers?) He pushed away the guilty thoughts like he'd always done.

XXX

The next day he saw Time's pocketbook in clear view, while Wild was making breakfast. That tiny, scared child that still resided in his brain whispered that it would be easy to steal, it was just sitting there. More money meant more food. Always did.

Legend casually went to go sit beside it and slowly reached to take it, deftly opening the clasps with one hand to see inside. He was met with an empty bag looking down, and a disapproving Time when he looked up. Legend froze.

They'd caught him, he'd been seen. Were they upset? Time was definitely upset. Several heads turned to look at him, and he shrunk under their gaze.

"So the thief wasn't Wind after all. Legend. Care to tell me why you've been stealing?" Time asked firmly. His voice wasn't mad, was only concerned and curious. All Legend heard was anger, anger, get out of my store, rat! His ears went back against his head.

Warriors crouched beside Legend. "We've noticed you've been hoarding food. And taking it from others. Time and I enabled it for a little while, thinking it was an easy habit to break if you were given the right amount of food and water and care but... it seems to go deeper than that. We want to help." Legend's lip wobbled. He'd been stealing since the age of eight, of course he wasn't going to break the habit that easy. He was only sixteen. Why was he stealing from these people? He had a home, back in his Hyrule. Had income from the crown. Had food, that these heroes across time provided. What point was there to steal? The guilt came back, harder than before.

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. He just signed "Hard" and squeezed his eyes shut. He could talk about it, but not now. Not when he was being crushed by his own emotions. "Take your time, Legend. We're here when you want to talk. And we can figure it out together."

fin.

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The Third Date - Javi Peña x f!Reader

The Third Date 

Javi Peña x f!reader // 2.7k (no beta, u don't see any mistakes ok?)

Warnings: Female reader wearing femme clothing (skirt and chonky heels), anxiety, mentions of a crappy past relationship, Javi is handsy, insecurities, exhibitionist kink activated, maybe a little jewelry kink?, fingering, smut but like sweet smut, food and alcohol consumption, too much cuteness, reader is living her best 90s clothing life, retired!Javi, mood board picture is to show jewelry only

Summary: Your evening with Javier Peña takes a turn for the interesting when he takes you out on a date. 

Thank you to all my friends who listened to me talk about this for too long, especially @ezrasbirdie.

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The third date is when it’s supposed to happen, right? You hadn’t gone on a proper date in a long time, and maybe things had changed. 

Oh god. What if things had changed?

While this was in fact only your third official date, you had known Javi for almost two months now. You met at a mutual friend’s birthday party, where he immediately zeroed in on you. You’d recently left behind a bad relationship that had run two years too long, and you liked the way he smiled at you. He asked for your number that night, promising to call the next day to set something up.

He didn’t call for three weeks. 

Just as you had written him off, your phone rang. He was apologetic but vague, mumbling something about being busy but still wanting to take you out. The quiet timber of his voice melted your heart a little, and you said yes. When the next Friday rolled around he arrived with flowers and a chew toy for your dog Charlie, which won him major points in the dachshund’s book. He took you to the movies, and when he walked you to your door at the end of the date he confessed that he hadn’t called because he was nervous. Nervous about how much he liked you, and how he wasn’t so good at relationships. You confessed that were just as nervous about seeing someone new, but that you were only interested in something with the potential to be serious. 

He kissed you and said he would call tomorrow. Which he did, to his credit and your delight; you weren’t really expecting it, to be honest. What you didn’t like was that he was calling from Florida. He had quickly explained something about an old partner and his wife who had given birth two weeks early, and he would be there for a little while to help fix up some things around the house. He called you every night before bed to hear about your day- Javi was more of a listener than a sharer- and to flirt relentlessly with you. He only hung up each night when a male voice in the background would yell about long-distance fees. 

Three weeks later he came over for your famous fajitas and a movie. You made out like teenagers on the couch for the entire duration of the film and went to sleep with butterflies in your stomach that night. You had it bad for Javier Peña. 

Now here you were. Date three. Suddenly despising every article of clothing you had chosen to wear. 

A quick knock at the door meant you didn’t have time to reconsider your outfit. You took a final glance in the mirror and adjusted your long black wrap skirt. You had opted for your favorite deep v-neck top that was also black and covered with tiny sunflowers, which you had knotted and tucked up at the bottom. It was a pleasantly warm Texas night so you left your jacket behind. Chunky heels and silver rings completed your look, along with something else that you were thoroughly regretting putting on this evening. 

No time to take that off now, he was annoyingly punctual tonight. 

You pulled open the door. “Hey, Javi,” you said, attempting to hide your nervousness behind a big smile. 

He looked you up and down without shame, his pouty lips morphing into a grin. “Well hey yourself, sunflower.” 

You leaned in to press a quick kiss to his cheek, but he gently redirected your mouth to his and kissed you slowly. You melted against him, resting your hands against his sides. He’s the only man that had ever made you feel weak in the knees, something you thought authors had made up in those trashy romance novels you liked to read. 

“You look so pretty, sweetheart,” he complimented, kissing you once more. “Ready to go?” 

You nodded, grabbing your purse. “You look handsome yourself, Javi,” you said as you locked the door behind you. He was dressed in his usual jeans and boots, with a dark blue button-up shirt that looked like it had been freshly pressed. Javier Peña wasn’t one to dress up too much, now that suits weren’t required in his day-to-day life, but it was clear he had gone to some effort here. It felt nice to know that it was for you. 

He laced his fingers through yours and only let go long enough to let you into his truck and hop in himself, where his hand immediately sought yours out again. Your conversation was easy, like always, and full of flirty glances. Javi maneuvered down some side streets in the old part of town and parked in front of a hole-in-the-wall restaurant you had never even heard of before. 

The aroma wafting from the open door smelled divine. “I’m starving,” you lamented. 

“Best tacos in town,” he promised, taking your hand and leading you inside. 

Javi asked for the booth in the very back of the long room, where the tall dividing walls hid you from view from the rest of the patrons. You slid in first and he followed in right next to you. 

“Oh no, are we going to be that annoying couple that eats on the same side of the table?” you joked, the word “couple” tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop it. Your brain tingled with the beginnings of panic. 

He just raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t bother to conceal his smile. “Want me to move?” 

You pulled his left arm around your shoulder. “Nope. I don’t mind if we’re annoying.” 

“Me either.” 

He didn’t freak out, at least outwardly, at your little slip. Maybe he didn’t mind. Maybe he even liked the sound of it. 

The server, Diego, interrupted to take your drink order and let you look over the faded menus. Javi ordered without looking, enchiladas verdes with extra rice, and you asked Diego to bring whatever his favorite tacos were. Javi asked for a Paloma for you and a Shiner Bock for himself and turned his attention back to you. You smiled at Diego and thanked him before he disappeared back towards the kitchen. 

Javi cupped your jaw with his right hand and leaned in for a soft kiss. You were so tucked away in this booth that no one could see you, thankfully. He trailed his hand down the front of your shirt, right between your breasts, and down to the top of your thigh. Before you could stop him to explain he ran his hand down your thigh towards your knee, pausing when he felt unfamiliar bumps under his touch. 

He looked at you inquisitively. “What’s this?” 

You felt heat creep up your neck. “Um, nothing.” 

“Oh-okay.” He pulled his hand back to his side. 

“It’s the third date!” you blurted out, cringing at yourself.

Javi’s confusion deepened. “Yeah, it is,” he said slowly. 

You wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole. “It’s just some jewelry. It’s nothing.”

Javi’s eyes flicked down to your thigh and back up to you. “Jewelry?” 

You sighed. “My friend makes these pieces of thigh jewelry and she wanted me to have one. I-I thought that maybe you liked my thighs. You kept touching them when you came over to my house, and you said they looked pretty in my dress when we were on the phone, so I wore this tonight because it’s the third date.” The words were tumbling out of your mouth despite every brain cell in your head screaming shut up in a frantic cacophony. 

Javi squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. “What does the third date have to do with anything? 

You locked eyes with him. You were too far in now to play it cool, so you might as well tell him the truth. “The third date is when people are supposed to have sex.” 

“Who told you that?” Javi asked. His voice was kind and you were pretty sure he wasn’t making fun of you. 

“Cosmopolitan. And my friend Brenda.”  You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. 

Javi’s brow furrowed. “Oh, baby, have you been worrying about that?” he asked. 

You nodded shyly. 

Javi had never hidden his emotions from you, letting his feelings splash across his face no matter the setting. He’d spent more than enough years training his face into disinterested neutrality but would never let you see that side of him. However, his look at this moment was confusing and that sent you into a tailspin. The condescending words of your ex swirled in your head, bitter reminders of the flaws and fears that he seeded within you for years. 

Always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. 

It didn’t help things when he removed his hand from your shoulder. The booth suddenly felt almost claustrophobic. 

“Honey, we don’t have to do a damn thing if you don’t feel like it. I’m sorry if I made you feel like that,” he said softly. True panic bubbled up in your chest as you struggled to find the words to explain, desperate to erase the look on his face. Was that look…hurt? 

“Oh, god no. No! You didn’t pressure me, I promise. It’s just been a million years since I dated someone new and I thought-I thought…” Your voice trailed off. Javi knew a little bit about your last relationship, small admissions shared during your phone calls when it felt safe to tell him things alone in your living room. But now, with Javi’s big brown eyes staring at you, the words felt stupid as they tangled on your tongue. 

Javi opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Diego bringing your drinks to the table. 

“Your food should be out soon!” he said cheerily. Javi didn’t bother to respond, focused solely on you. You wished that you could rewind and go back to five minutes ago when his arm was around your shoulder and you hadn’t made a complete fool of yourself. 

He cleared his throat. “Alright, so here’s what we are going to do. We can just sit here and enjoy these drinks and good food and have ourselves a really nice time. If you want something more, you tell me. You’re in charge here.” 

You were stunned for a moment, not used to someone really giving you the reins like this. It was as terrifying as it was freeing and you seized the moment, tired of feeling like you had wasted time in your life. You didn’t want to waste a moment with Javi, let alone let this fall apart because of your own misgivings. 

“Can you put your arm back around me?” you asked softly. 

Javi obliged. “I can do that.” 

You settled into his warmth, already feeling better. “I’m sorry. I just…I just really like you, Javi.” 

“I really like you too, sunflower.” 

His reassurance emboldened you further. “Can you go back to what you were doing before?” 

He ran a finger slowly up your thigh, tracing the shape of the adornment under your skirt. “You mean this?” he asked coyly. 

You shuddered and let out a breathy little yeah as his finger trailed upwards, teasing the slit of your skirt open the tiniest bit. His finger slowly skimmed across your bare skin, so faint you could barely feel it, and you felt as though your skin was on fire in its wake.

“Javi, I-” 

“Alright, enchiladas for the gentleman and tacos al pastor for the lady! Can I get you anything else to drink?” Diego interrupted jovially. “Oh, you haven’t even touched your drink. Is everything okay? Can I get you something else?” 

“I’m fine, thank you,” you said quickly, praying that the large table top hid Javi’s wandering hand from view. Diego’s presence wasn’t enough for him to stop trailing his finger up and down your inner thigh, however. 

“Are you sure? Because if you don’t like your Paloma I can certainly get you -” 

“She said she’s fine,” Javi interjected gruffly. Diego nodded and left the table hastily. 

“He was just doing his job,” you tutted, although you were very happy that he was gone. 

“He should have listened to you the first time,” Javi replied. “Besides, I’m curious about this jewelry. Can I see it?” 

You nodded and watched his face with rapt attention as he pushed open your skirt far enough to see the glittery metal chains, delicately stretched across your skin. 

“So pretty, baby. Looks so good on you.” His praise made you feel beautiful, and confidence settled deep in your chest. “Is this okay?” 

You spread your legs wider, encouraging his hand to dip down at the apex of your thighs. “More than okay. Just make sure no one comes.” Javi had scared Diego away for the moment, but he would certainly be back before long.

“I wouldn’t be doing my job if no one comes, honey.” Of course, Javi couldn’t let the double entendre pass by without a comment. 

You had no time for a clever retort as Javi’s finger traced over your new lacy underwear, pressing lightly over your entrance. You arched into him, clinging to his broad shoulder with your left hand. He whispered praise to you as you, his honeyed words and gentle ministrations making your core drip against his hand. You took a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure that no one could see you, but everyone was tucked away in the adjoining booths and too focused on their meals to realize what was happening. 

Without meaning to, a moan slipped past your lips and you buried your face against Javi’s neck to drown it out. 

“Save all those sounds for me later, baby. No one here gets to hear you. Only me, right?” Javi asked you. 

You nodded against him, inhaling his cologne of soft vetiver and golden amber. You kissed along the column of his neck as he pushed your panties aside and dipped one thick finger in. 

“That’s it, that’s it. Does that feel good?” he asked, rubbing his thumb against your clit in gentle circles. Javi alternated between gliding one finger in between your folds and pressing down with just enough weight with his thumb to drive you absolutely mad. Eventually, Javi slid in a second finger, stretching you to the point of feeling pleasantly full. When you whimpered against his neck he swirled your clit hard enough to make you clench around his fingers. 

Your orgasm was soft and syrupy, like being draped in a warm glow. Javi cooed praise in between pressing kisses to the crown of your head. He gently removed his fingers and without hesitation sucked on them while you readjusted your skirt. 

“Javi, oh my god,” you scolded. “You can’t!” No one had ever tasted you like that before, not right in front of you. 

“Why not? I wasn’t gonna let that go to waste.” 

“Because…oh my god,” you repeated, the realization of everything that just happened washing over you. You had just let him finger you. In a restaurant. Where people were. 

And you liked it. And it was good. 

Javi chuckled and kissed you deeply, brushing his thumb across your cheek. You could faintly taste yourself on his tongue. 

“Eat your tacos, sunflower. They’re getting cold,” Javi instructed, picking up his own fork and diving into the rice. You resituated yourself so that you could eat, not bothering to hide your smile when he left his arm around your shoulders. 

Even cold, the tacos were amazing. You would have to make sure to leave Diego an extra big tip for the recommendation- and the privacy. 

“So,” you said between mouthfuls of food, “I don’t think this is what Brenda meant by getting back out there.” 

Javi quirked an eyebrow, mischief glistening in his eyes. “I would argue that you just got back out there in a pretty big way.” 

You giggled. “Well, it definitely was not part of the rules she mentioned.” 

Javi put his fork down and turned to you, lips pursed in thought. “What do you say we forget the rules, hm?” 

That sounded really, really good. 

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“this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “...i have been trying to do that for three years now.” + max!!

in honor of the rbr car launch hehe

classic (mv1) ─── using the rb19 to flirt isn't his strongest move

you walked around the new car, craning your neck and leaning in, hoping to see something different. but alas, you are met with the same shade of dark blue and all the familiar logos. you turn over to max, who stands off to the side, watching you amused.

“so this was the big grand surprised? flew all the way to new york to see the same car?”

he laughs. he knows you’re joking, pulling his leg. he takes short steps over to you, standing close enough that his arm is touching your shoulder. he was satisfied with standing right next to you, happily invading your space. you didn’t mind though, you enjoy invading his space just as much. 

“it’s not the same car.” he argues. 

“yeah yeah, aerodynamics and new regulations blah blah blah,” you hold up your hand, opening and closing it, mimicking a mouth talking. max grins, bumping shoulders with you. “i’m playing with you. it looks great. it’s nice… a classic.” 

he nods in agreement, “yeah, like you.”

you furrow your brow, turning your head slowly to look up at him. “like me?”

max wanted to slap his palm against his face, regret slowly festering in his gut. his cheeks begin to turn rosy, ears suddenly warm. “y-yeah.”

“you think i’m nice… and a classic?”

“no.” “so i’m neither?” 

“no! i mean…” max scratches the back of his neck, “you’re nice. and a…. classic? but it’s not what i meant.” 

you smile to yourself, bumping your shoulder against his arm playfully, “oh yeah? and what did you mean?”

he couldn’t get any redder. you giggle softly, reaching up to pinch his cheeks gently. he swats your hand away, holding it for a brief moment before letting you go. you giggle softly, shaking your head as you walk around to other side of the car, leaning in to see max’s name on the car. he watches you, heart nearly thumping out of his chest. 

“i meant you look great.” he speaks up from the other side of the car. you look up, brow raised at him. “you said the car looks great and i said like you because i think you look great. you always look great.”

you straighten your posture, steadying your breathing as you gage his expression. you stared, studied his features, waiting for some tick or twitch that tells you that he’s joking. but there’s nothing but a shy smile and rosy cheeks on his face. 

“if i didn’t know any better, i would say that this sounds like you’re flirting with me.”

max shrugs, taking slow steps around the front wing of the car all the way over to you. “maybe i am.”

“are you flirting with me?”

“… i’ve been trying to do that for three years now.”

it’s your turn to feel your cheeks heat up. you smile up at him, bottom lips slotted between your teeth. you rock back and forth, heel to toe, feeling like a little girl on the playground with her crush. max has the same goofy smile on his face, hands stuffed in the pocket of his jeans. you both stand in comfortable silence, sweet admissions hanging above you. 

“well mr verstappen, what are we gonna do about that?”

“i dunno…” you both began to walk away from the car, bumping shoulders, except this time he slings his arm over your shoulder. “i think we should talk about it over dinner.” 

you grin, leaning into him. “i think so too.”