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whiskeynwriting · 2 years ago

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Hey. I hope you’re well!

I wanted to ask about your birds of a feather series.

Any timeline on the last chapter?

Love your work!

Hi my love! I am doing pretty good lately, actually! A nice patch in the bumpy road of life lmao. I hope you're doing good as well <3

Here is the final chapter in the series!(:

Birds of a Feather - Chapter Five: Mesmerized

Nico x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, dirty talk, teasing, age gap, innocence kink, size kink, heavy petting, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex

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A/N: here is the final chapter! This series took me longer to finish than I originally thought, but I loved every second of it. I'm now accepting requests for one-shots in this au 🥰

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“Tape forty-five, June ninth… about nine o’clock.” Sighing, he stares dreamily. “My mornings have become disrupted, as of late. Early recordings have turned into… late night endeavors.” A long pause, and then he’s grinning. “I was right.” Nico proclaims, “She is quite soft… amenable.”

Shakily, you inhale a breath, one you’d been holding. Not out of timid fear, but of anxious excitement.

“What am I doing to you, Dove?” Nico then wonders aloud, directly addressing you. Slowly, his eyes glaze over your form, taking you in. And you gulp. He’s never done this before, any of this.

The hand he has on your waist gives you a soft squeeze, a gentle prompt.

“You’re,” Breath airy, your gaze continues forward, lips parting from the sight. “You’re touching me.”

“Mm,” Humming in agreement, he then requests more. “Dónde?” (Where)

“On my, my…” Watching his hands travel, the sensation shivers across your skin. “My stomach, my arms…”

Thick fingers travel upwards, unbuttoning your light blue blouse. Elegantly, your shirt falls open, revealing the white lace underneath. And with a happy hum, your lover’s hand then turns, running his knuckles lightly over your sternum; the sensation so feather-light that it makes you quiver. Moving to your shoulders, he tugs the loose fabric down with slow and careful motions, pressing a kiss to your upper back when it drops to the floor.

“And now?”

His continuation forces an excited sigh from your lips as you answer with, “My chest.”

Smiling happily, he allows both broad palms to cup you, admiring what he sees in the reflection. And you’re doing the same. Neither your eyes nor his have left this mirror, this sight.

“And how soft it is…” He mumbles to himself, turning his head and lowering himself slightly. His stubble brushes over your side, prompting a giggle to bubble from your lips as he gives your waist a small kiss. “Tan suave y bonita.” (So soft and pretty)

His legs are spread widely as he sits on the edge of his bed, your standing form set between them. And while you’re the one standing, he’s still taller than you like this, fully able to rub himself against your backside. And when you feel it, his rapidly hardening erection, your heart leaps from your chest.

Moving to the waistband of your skirt, his fingers dip beneath the hem, pulling it off of your body languidly. In the mirror, you watch him, your breaths shallow and a bit quick. With every touch to your skin, a piece of you feels exhilarated, your limbs shaking with anticipation, your center dampening from the excitement of it.

“Is the rest of you pretty, Dove?”

Dove and Little Bird. Names for you, only you.

“Yes.” It comes out before you can stop it, almost eager to show him. And he chuckles from behind.

“I know it is.” Pushing your skirt the rest of the way down, he’s finally able to see your matching set, your delicate white lace. And it takes his breath away.

“Oh…” Running his hands down your sides, he moans, eyelids drooping as he presses a heated kiss to your skin.

Curious fingers squeeze at the thin skin of your hips, working their way back to massage them into your beautiful curves.

“Tell me,” Nico suddenly huffs out, voice desperate and raspy. “Describe it to me, everything you see. Let me listen to your beautiful voice on this tape.”

For a moment, you’d completely forgotten about the tape. And the thought of him playing it back while touching himself in private is something that makes you feel weak. Because you know that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

“You’re touching me,” You say again, voice timid and throat going dry. “Holding my hips, kissing my back…”

Quietly, he groans in approval, hands sliding up to cup your breasts again. The pads of his thumbs then seek out your nipples, brushing back and forth over the soft peaks until they harden beneath his thickest digits.

“You’re touching my nipples…” Feeling you relax into him, he sighs, the movement felt against your lower back. “Feels good when you, w-when you do that…”

With a passionate groan, he presses himself against you, one hand trailing up while the other dips low. His right stays on your breast, squeezing it firmly in his hand, while the other lowers to cup your barely covered sex. Another wet kiss to your skin, a hot sigh forced out of his nose as he does it. And you suck in harshly when he cups you, hips twitching in his hold as he fondles your body, does whatever he wants to it.

“Let me see you,” Murmuring over your skin, he finally brings himself to remove the last pieces of clothing still hiding your body from him. “Delicate thing.”

He’s careful with it, not wanting to tear the thin fabric. On another day, another night, he’ll tell you to wear it again. Easily, he removes your top, unclipping it from behind. And before he can even make his way to your bottom half, his eyes are widening, face falling slack.

“Irresistible…” Leaning up, he moves your arm over his head, allowing your body to turn as it rests across his shoulders and the back of his neck. The movement prompts your body to fall back, perching yourself on his thigh as he leans in. Wrapping both arms around you, he brings your body in, kissing the soft skin of your breasts. “Mm.”

“Nicolás,” Quivering slightly, your free hand finds his cheek, leaning into his loving grip.

“What is it, cariño?” (Sweetheart)

“I love this…” And it’s true, you’re entranced by him.

Eyes rolling back, he groans once again, deep and guttural as his fingers all but fly to your panties. Quickly, he shoves them down your legs before repositioning you, pulling you directly into the center of his lap. Immediately, you’re pressed against the firmness of his crotch, your naked backside rubbing over him.

“This is what I’ve wanted,” He nearly seethes into your ear, curved nose pressing into your cheek.

Fully resting against the broadness of him, you whine, feeling more exposed than ever in front of him. He’s never seen you like this, never witnessed you in your bare form. And while your timid nature keeps you quiet, his own curious kinks are doing the exact opposite to him.

“Inocente,” He sounds distracted, those big, brown eyes watching his own hands as they move. (Innocent)

Slithering down, they find your thighs, quickly moving to their inner skin. With gentle force, he parts them, the two of you staring at the mirror once again. You assume he’s going to merely open them, spread them just enough to see your pussy. But no, that’s just not good enough for him.

“Pretty…” Once your thighs are no longer touching, he hooks his hands beneath them, pulling them up and back so that they’re resting over his. The action shocks you so much that you nearly shriek, feeling him move you so easily. And you’ve never participated in a more brazen act in your entire life, and the whole scenario has your chest heaving. You’re light-headed, dizzy, relying entirely on your senses to keep you grounded.

“That sweet pussy…” Bringing his hands back in, they cup the soft skin of your inner thighs as he grins. “Is it mine, Dove?” And then, he’s whispering into your ear, lips brushing just over the shell. “Do you want it to be mine?”

“Nicolás,” Chest rising with desperate breaths, you can barely bring yourself to look at your reflection. “Yes, I, please t-touch…”

“Oh,” An enticed smirk curls devilishly on his lips, whispering, “Tell me, Dove. Use those dirty words with me.”

“Please touch me.”

Begging for his attention honestly isn’t new to you, but doing so with your legs completely spread for him is a different story. There’s nowhere to hide, he can see every bit of you. You’ve never been more exposed, and you’ve never been more full of excitement.

Two fingers find their way to your sex, slowly and carefully exploring your body. His pointer and middle digits find your lips, parting them to reveal your reddened clit.

“Háblame,” He whispers lovingly into your ear, soft lips pressing to your cheek. (Talk to me)

“W-what, what do you want me to say?” Your lungs can’t seem to sustain your body, eyes glued to the space between your legs. And Nico is no better.

“Anything going on in that beautiful little mind.” He’s breathless, fingers rubbing your labia carefully, firmly.

“I can feel you,” Blurting out the first words that come into your brain seem to make him happy, feeling him grin. “I can feel you beneath me, feel how… hard you are for me.”

“Oh, and I am, Dove. I am so entranced by you…”

Lifting his hand, your head turns, eyes following his movements. Opening his mouth, he swipes his fingers over his tongue before lowering them again, rubbing them into your sex.

“You’re wet…” Again, he parts your lips, fingertip dancing over your clit. It makes you breathless, the way he speaks to you, the way he touches you and treats you. He’s had you in his perfect grip for so long, and now, you finally, finally have him.

The moment is gentle as the two of you almost pause, staring at your spread sex. But then, a shrill gasp, jaw dropping completely as he fully sinks his first digit in.

“Nicolás.”

Naturally, your legs move to close, muscles twitching against him. But he’s on you in an instant, shushing you with gentle noises as he forces your legs apart with his one hand.

“Look,” He offers gently, nodding in the direction of the mirror. “Mira.”(Look)

Doing as he says, you turn your head, witnessing the sight of his finger buried between your legs. Your wetness leaks onto him, your level of arousal an embarrassing sight that flushes your face and neck. And it reminds you of the first time he did it, only a few weeks ago on his kitchen counter…

Lifting his brows slightly, he’s pleased by how easily his finger is able to glide inside. And the way you release such a high moan, the way your fingers curl around his neck to pull him close, makes his heart beat for you from deep inside his chest. Agreeably, he moves closer to you, letting you pull him in.

“Nico,” You whisper, resting your forehead on him.

“Mi princesa,” It comes out of him naturally, his free hand remaining on your back to hold you against him. (My princess)

The thickness of his finger doesn’t compare to yours, it’s not even close. And there’s much more strength in his hands than you’d expected him to have, as well, evidenced by the firm drag of his digit out of your sex before he returns it to your very core.

“Yes,” You whine into his shoulder, your breathing becoming labored against him.

And it’s no different now. He hasn’t touched you in this way since that night, the adrenaline rushing back into your veins like a wild stream finding the sea. There have been gentle touches, wonderful kisses, repeated meetings where you’ve shown him the intimate garments resting just above your skin. But it seems he’s had enough of those incidents. He doesn’t want any more teasing.

With impatience, he pumps his finger into you, hot breaths fanning across your neck as his wet mouth drags over your skin. He can feel the way your walls squeeze him, fluttering around his finger as it repeatedly enters you, spreading you open for him. Lazily, your head falls back, resting on his shoulder while your eyes close. Bliss swims through your system, hips already shifting up toward his touch.

“Mírame,” He then demands, voice growing deep. And by now, the two of you have completely forgotten about that tape. “Watch me touch you.” (Watch me)

Nudging his shoulder, he forces your head up, droopy lids watching him. The mirror is large, decorated in gold plating around the edges. It sits on the floor, resting back against the wall as it creates the perfect image for him.

This decision came easily for the two of you, the tension rising thick and heavy in each and every room. It wasn’t enough to grope the other over their clothes, to claim their mouths with your lips and tongue. You needed more, you both did.

“Cosa perfecta,” He grumbles deeply, words quick and breath hot. “Hecho para mí.” (Perfect thing, made for me)

Reaching back, you wrap your hand around his neck, needing to touch him, cling to him. You wish so fervently that you were facing him. What you crave most when he touches you is his mouth, his taste.

“Nico,” Whining, you turn your head, lifting your chin as you try to reach him. “Bésame.” (Kiss me)

Disregarding your plea, he murmurs to himself, “Let me taste.”

Sliding his finger from your weeping sex, he brings the digit directly to his mouth, lips parting to take it in. He swallows it entirely, sucking sloppily on the sweetness coating it.

“So wet for me… dirty girl, letting me taste it…”

“Nico…”

And then he’s returning with two, shoving them inside and listening to that erotic squish. It’s louder than before, your body reacting so openly to him. The forceful drag of him against your insides has your hips swaying, your legs and stomach tensing.

“It feels good, no?” His voice is so deep and raspy, so sexy. “It’d feel better if it were me.”

You’ve yet to discuss sex, you haven’t even made it past second base yet… technically. But Nico’s intent on pushing those boundaries tonight.

Quicker than before, he removes them again, eyes glued to the shine of them. Vehemently, he sucks them inside, tasting your warm wetness. You can see him in the mirror, his eyes closing in bliss, the soft sounds of his mouth right beside your ear.

“So warm,” That gruff voice rumbles, gasping. “So sweet on my fingers, little one.”

Shuddering against his still covered form, you sigh, feeling goosebumps tingle your skin. He’s still holding you up, sitting upright and supporting you against his chest. The strength Nicolás possesses continues to surprise you.

“Oh…” Contemplating his next words, he decides on, “I’d like a taste.”

Kissing the shell of your ear, he listens to your confused hum. You thought that’s what he’d been doing?

“Just a lick.” He mumbles, pulling his fingers out to rub them over your clit.

Before you can even think to respond, his hands are on your hips, pushing you gently, yet firmly, onto your feet.

“Oh,” Spinning you around to face him, he then drops to his knees. “Nico?”

Your voice is quiet, hands shaking as they reach for his shoulders. Immediately, he’s angling his head upward, left hand cupping the underneath of your thigh and lifting it above it shoulder.

“Baby…”

It’s the closest he’s ever been to your bare sex, the only time he’s ever brought his face to it. And he all but dives in. Feeling your fingers shoot up to his hair, they curl in the thick locks, his lips now sucking yours in. It shocks you, the mere sensation of it, his soft mouth enveloping the space between your legs. He moans into you, the shockwaves vibrating through your center and out through your hips, now twitching in his grasp. Poking his tongue out, he swipes it through your folds, tasting you from the source.

“Oh, amor.” Groaning, the hand on your thigh slides around, palming your ass almost painfully so. (Love)

“N-Nicolás.”

Lifting himself slightly, he attaches his lips to your reddened nub, those baby browns rising to look at you. And just as he’d suspected, you’re looking right back at him. It prompts a shiver to run through your core, lips parting as you witness him in this position. And while holding your gaze, he licks into you again, repeatedly, sensually.

The feeling of this is otherworldly, you’ve never had a man’s mouth here before. You’ve never had a man’s mouth in general before. Timidly, you rock your hips with him, feeling those thick fingers run up and down the length of your thighs while he begins to close his eyes. That arched nose rubs deliciously over your clit while his tongue explores your insides, taste buds washed with your slick. Your face, your neck and chest, your entire body is flush with heat and arousal. A burning desire for him. It’s just so brazen and something you’re not at all used to. But that’s not to say you aren’t enjoying it.

Muffled noises continue to spill from Nico’s mouth, his heated breaths and stiff scruff brushing against the insides of your thighs. And your own noises begin to fill the air, small whines and breathy gasps, low moans you’d never imagined coming from your throat. But he’s reveling in it, giving you all of this for the first time. He’ll be your first, for everything, and maybe even your last.

“Amor,” He repeats, his voice dulled from the sweet flesh of your sex and thighs. “Cum for me.” (Love)

“Nico, I don’t, I…”

“You can,” He interrupts, urging your hips to sit further on his face. “You can.”

He’s pawing at you with those warm and broad hands, touching every part of you that he can. And he grins when your hands fully wrap around the back of his head, your jaw dropping entirely as you wantonly gasp.

Excitement rushes through your veins, your limbs feeling jittery as he lifts you up through this euphoric plane. You’re wondering if you can actually do this, fully give into the feeling while standing like this. But with the way he’s holding you up, you think you’ll be able to if you lean into him…

“Nicolás,” A shrill whine leaves your lips, brows folding up in the center as the feeling consumes your senses.

Dramatically, he moans, eyes closed as it rushes across his tongue. Your arousal drips into his open and waiting mouth, his fervent tongue eager to lap it up. You’re everything he thought you would be. Sweet.

“Mi niña hermosa,” He’s gasping, too, face shiny from you. “Perfecta niña.” (My beautiful girl, perfect girl)

“B-Baby,” Shaking, you lean over him, reaching for the bed.

He can feel the way your legs tremble around his head as he turns to kiss your soft skin, hands still holding onto you dearly. But while Nico is currently portraying himself to be kind, he quickly switches back to demanding.

“Touch me,” He orders breathlessly, crawling out from the space between your legs.

Standing, he pushes you back against the bed, both of you still standing upright. Eagerly, he grabs your face, keeping you in place for him while he seeks out your mouth. His kisses are sloppy and wet, a combination of his saliva and you.

“Touch me, little bird.” His voice is ragged, and he swallows before he again speaks. Reaching toward your hand, he brings it to his crotch, your heart skipping inside your chest. “Put those tiny hands on me.”

“Nicolás…” You say his name so sweetly, so softly, it must be a prayer. A word you’ve known your entire life and been destined to speak into the air.

Your hand falls to his hardened crotch, your lover’s mouth worshiping your own as you palm him with hesitancy. His hand finds your back, supporting you while the other paws at your chest. He’s panting against you, tongue swiping over your bottom lip to turn your kisses filthy.

“Undo it,” Nico mumbles over your mouth, feeling your finger drag over his belt.

Nodding, you manage your way through the buckle and loops, all without looking down or removing your lips from his. He’s insistent, mouth molding to your own like you’re his to take, his to own.

“That’s it…” Nodding, he stares into your eyes. “Now, unzip it.”

You’d like to keep his gaze but find yourself falling forward, asking for more of him. And he complies, feeling your hands continue to do as he says. Once his zipper is down, you take in a strong and steadying breath, reaching into his pants.

“Yes,” Eyes rolling back, he huffs out a heavy breath. “Now, inside. Inside my boxers, pequeña.” He’s shaking, more than ready for you to feel him. (Little one)

“Baby,” Surprisingly, you find him without question, without hesitation. Reaching into his boxers, you grab onto him, lips parting at the thickness of his erection.

“You like?” He asks with a smirk, kissing your cheek.

“I want to see.” Whispering, you grin, glancing down at where he must be.

“On the bed, bonita. Let me take you on the bed.” (Pretty)

Sitting back, you scooch onto his bedding, watching with bated breath. Easily, he slides his trousers down, along with his boxers in one shove. And what you see is breathtaking. His uncut length bobbing slightly in front of you, a thin patch of brown, curly hairs scattering his base. He’s red, so fucking red, and shining from the amount he’s been leaking.

Lifting his shirt, you’re able to see his softened belly, his broad and tanned chest. His arms are sculpted, biceps clearly visible and rounded. And altogether, it’s a beautiful sight, the man that he is.

“Stay.” He orders tenderly, rounding the bed.

At first you’re curious, feeling him climb on behind you. But then you’re looking forward, watching his frame settle right up against you. His chin lowers, resting on your shoulder, before turning his head to kiss you.

“I want you…”

“I want you, Nico.” Nodding, you answer embarrassingly fast, prompting a brief chuckle from him.

Flustered isn’t even the right word, you’re something else entirely when you feel his fingers on your sex again. He rubs your lips with them, watching in the mirror as your plush lips part with a gasp.

“I will take you, sweet Dove. Right here… and here is where you will sleep, yes?”

“Really?” Your heart beats profoundly in your chest. This is all you’ve ever wanted.

“Yes.” He nods, rubbing himself into your backside from behind. His hips are slow as he ruts against you, slow and soft. “From now on, this is where you will lay,” And then, he’s positioning himself at your entrance, bulbous head already parting your lips. “With me.”

A sharp gasp, almost a shriek, hits the air as he pushes in, a crying whine then forming on your lips. He shushes you kindly, arms looping around your midsection to hold him close to your warm body. It hurts, stings, and the feeling of fullness doesn’t even remotely resemble what you’re feeling.

“Sh…” He coos, trying desperately to keep his composure. The fact that he’s taking your virginity is making his body shake with arousal. “Do you want me to stop, sweet thing?” Nico then questions, about halfway in.

Shaking your head, you insist he not only stay, but continue. And he does, turning your head so he can kiss you, distract you, from the pain until it melts into pleasure. And that’s exactly what happens as he slides further inside, a shuddering breath echoing into his mouth as he fills you to the brim. When his hips finally meet your backside, settling into the curve of his pelvis, he groans, growls, against your lips.

“Mm,” Whimpering, you rest your forehead against him, gasping for air as he holds your cheek, whispering sweet nothings.

“Beautiful girl, my wonderful thing.” Shaking his head gently, he sighs, closing his eyes. “How does it feel?”

“I,” Chest heaving, you respond with, “I want more.”

And he doesn’t hesitate. He honestly isn’t surprised, he assumed you would. What the two of you have is natural, chemical, you’re both unable to stay away. And that electric zap of passion only grows as he retracts his body, only about halfway before plunging back into your core. His pace becomes languid, thickness dragging against your walls while he listens to your girlish squeaks and tiny pleas. One hand stays wrapped around your waist, and it’s here that you hold onto him, trying to ground yourself in some way.

“Look,” Nico murmurs into your ear, nodding in the direction of the mirror.

The reflection allows you to see yourself in your entirety, body being held up by him, slightly rocked as he fucks himself into you. It washes your entire being with excitement and ecstasy, one hand reaching around to comb through his hair.

“Nico…”

“It feels good, no?”

“Yes.”

For some reason you hadn’t expected him to be so vocal, to exude so many grunts and groans while experiencing you in this way. But he does, releasing his sounds of passion openly as he repeatedly claims you, desecrating your virgin cunt with his own, twisted sense of righteousness. And he growls while he does it, taking what is his.

Grinning, your breath leaves you as you say, “You like to watch, don’t you?”

Now this does surprise him, you earning the nerve to tease. Deep, dark orbs meet yours in the mirror, a sinister smirk finding place on his lips.

“You know I do.” His voice is low, a tone you’ve yet to hear from him. “I’d do anything to see you topless again by the pool. Filthy girl, touching yourself, out in the open for anyone to see…”

“I wanted you to see.”

“Mierda.” It’s immediate, the words seethed through those plump lips. “You’re going to make this too quick, little thing.” (Fuck)

“I don’t care,” Shaking your head, you can already feel your body going limp, limbs exhausted from this much adrenaline. “I want it.”

“You want my cum?” He asks, genuinely clarifying. He also wants to hear you say it.

“Yes, I do.”

“Then tell me. Say it to me.” By now, his hips are slapping against your backside, diving deep and punching against the brightest spot of your insides.

“Nico,” Whining, you swallow, trying to work up the nerve. “I want your cum.”

“Ngh,” Forcefully, he grunts, holding onto you tightly. “I will cum, pequeña, right inside your precious cunt. Mi preciosa niña, I will make it mine.” (My precious girl)

Words float from your mind as he declares this right, his length throbbing inside. He’s enjoying you thoroughly, body finally giving in to the ecstasy you bring. It floods from him easily, freely, his spend into your center. It coats your walls, the stickiness of his cum clinging to your inner skin. It’s warm, he’s warm, and he grinds into you as it happens. Nico’s entire body shudders, both arms securing to your midsection and hugging you tightly to him. And you let him, turning your head to kiss his scruffy cheek while his mouth hangs open, moans floating freely from him.

“Amor,” Sweetly, you grin, pressing yourself back into him. (Love)

“Amor,” He instantly returns, moving to capture your lips in the most passionate kiss. “Mi amor.” (Love, My love)

“Tape forty-six, June tenth. It is exactly eight o’clock in the morning, though I’ve been up for some time. Lately, my body has risen with the sun, awaiting the day’s arrival with eager impatience. It is to see her, I have no doubt.”

Even now, he wants to hurry this along. He has breakfast with you.

“She is quite the clever thing.” He looks down at his fidgeting hands, smiling. “Helping to compose my symphonies. She provokes feeling within me, incredible bouts of passion filling my soul. And to have her in my music room, to have her with me… her presence both calms and excites me.”

Last week, he’d invited you into his artistic space for the very first time, insisting upon it, actually. He wanted you to see where he creates, admitting that the thought of you has been filling this space.

“She has accepted me… wholeheartedly.” Even after the emotional roller coaster he’s put you through, you feel for him, still. You truly do. “What a radiant beam of light.”

Downstairs, he can hear you, dishes clanking lightly in the kitchen as you prepare your morning meal. He wonders what you’re making today. Possibly fruit-filled oatmeal? Or maybe toast with eggs? One day you’d even prepared a charcuterie board for him, maybe you’ll do that again. And while your continuation of duties has made him feel… strange, he’s made sure to express this change to you, now that you’ve slept in his bed. You’re his, you’re no longer here to serve him.

Wandering downstairs, he decides it’s time to see you. He can smell meat cooking, likely bacon. And just as his feet hit the bottom step, the sound of the toaster’s timer goes off, and he can hear you cutting something.

“Amor?” He calls softly to you, and even though he hasn’t said it to you yet, that’s what you are to him. His love.

“Buenos días, hermoso.” You return kindly, easily, looking up at him from the cutting board. (Good morning, beautiful)

Your compliment influences the rosy color on his cheeks. Strolling over to you, he asks what you’re making, moving to stand behind you. The two of you have grown rather comfortable with each other, so much so that he wraps his arms around your midsection, resting his chin on your shoulder, too.

“Breakfast BLT’s.” You respond, smiling giddily. It feels so good to have him this close, to feel his warm body against you, holding you. Especially after being so close with him last night.

“Interesting,” He notes, kissing your cheek before walking to the table. “You’ve never made that before.”

“Do you not like it?” Worried, you turn to him, stopping your actions. You’d been cutting the lettuce.

But he only grins, sitting down at the table while admiring you. “I very much do.”

In all truth, he’s never had this type of sandwich for breakfast before. But you're making it, so of course he likes it. After all, you’d put so much time and effort in curating this meal, how could he not enjoy it?

“It’ll be ready soon, maybe another five minutes or so.”

“Take your time, bonita.” Nicolás sighs, folding open the newspaper you’d set out for him. Grabbing his reading glasses from his jacket pocket, he props them on the bridge of his nose. “We have nothing but time.” (Pretty)

With a giddy smirk, you return to your previous actions, grabbing the bread from the toaster as you begin to compose the sandwiches. Your gentle hum prompts a smirk on your lover’s face, eyes glancing up from his paper to watch you. He’s in love, he can no longer deny it. And he hasn’t since that night, the night he brought you to your first high. From that day on, he’s been openly affectionate, sweet and kind, praising you endlessly while giving you firm hugs and gentle kisses on your cheeks. He’d gotten into the habit of giving you goodnight kisses, too, before your first night in bed together.

“All done!” With a smile on your face, you bring Nico his food, setting both plates before him on the table.

“Gracias, hermosa.” Happily, he welcomes you, your small frame perching on his lap. (Thank you, beautiful)

Those wonderfully soft lips press to your skin, your cheek plump from your grin. “How did you sleep?”

“In truth?” He asks, taking a tip from his glass. You’d squeezed the oranges yourself. “Better than I have in a long time.” Looping an arm around your midsection, he holds you against him, nose brushing over your neck. “A long time.”

After he’d taken you the previous night, he cared for you. Cleaning you, kissing you, clothing you. It’s as though you were the most fragile thing, a delicate doll and all his to care for. And when you were both clean and cozy, he held you, pulling you into his chest with his arms encircling your body. Your breaths are what lulled him to sleep, his soft snores doing the same for you. His scent filled your being, his body a warm and welcoming embrace as you drifted off to sleep. And waking beside him was even better, watching the sun rise over his sleeping face.

“Oh, my love,” He sighs, taking his first bite.“Increíble.” (Incredible)

“Really?” Pleasantly surprised, you thrive from his praise. Even before you became overtly affectionate, his compliments were always important to you.

“Absolutely. You are a better cook than me!”

“Well, it doesn’t take much to accomplish that.” You grin, taking a bite of your own.

Admiring you from the side, he watches you eat, relaxing in peace. The presence of your weight against him is calming, something he’d appreciate even in his sleep.

“How did you sleep?”

“Really well,” A timid smile washes over your face, shy eyes glancing down at your plate. “I loved the way you held me.”

“Hm,” He purrs, almost too enthusiastically. “Would you like me to do it again tonight?” Whispering into your ear, he can practically feel the goosebumps crawling along your skin.

“Yes, please.”

Purring pleasantly, he rubs your back, thinking of spending another night with you again. He hopes to spend many more by your side. He also hopes you’re aware of that.

“What are you wearing tonight?” He wonders aloud, eager for his newest home gallery.

“I have a long gown, a lilac color.”

“And shoes?”

“White heels.”

“Heels?” He responds, raising his brows. “I’d love to see those on you.”

“Well, you will tonight, hermoso.” With a sweet smile, you press your lips to his cheek, standing from your seat. (Beautiful)

And while you may appear collected, you’re dying on the inside. Tonight will be the first time you’re introduced to his friends as more than a mere maid, a guest in his home. Nico has found quite a sense of pride when it comes to you. What was once cowardice, has now thrived into a full and blossoming love. He no longer has reservations with you.

The atmosphere is thick with ideas, with existential realism and artistic technique. When you were considered a maid, you had little to no worries about meeting his friends. They had no effect on you. But now? They have every effect on you. What happens if they don’t like you? Will it affect your relationship with Nicolás? Will he no longer see you the same?

Smoothing your hands over your dress, you take in your appearance back in your own room again. The silk material fits nicely along your body, and feels so soft against your skin. A small string ties the neckline together, resting just above your cleavage. And the hem of it reaches just past your knees. It’s a simple gown, but your heels dress it up a bit. Glossy and dazzling and brand new, the white of them shining on your feet. At least you know he’ll be happy with what you chose.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, you gather yourself with each step, listening to the crowd mingling on the first floor. And amongst them, you can hear your love, discussing something about politics. Something you’re far less than interested in.

And so, your first excuse to sneak off to the kitchen. Immediately though, murmurs and eyes follow you. The people that had been here and seen you before have never seen so much skin on you. And you’re unsure if they’re taking it well.

Reaching for the nearest bottle of wine, you grab yourself a glass, making yourself comfortable in the breakfast nook in the corner of the kitchen. Luckily, only a few people are in here, and just to pick at the charcuterie boards that had been prepared and put out for them by the chef. And while they look more than appetizing, you’d rather hide in the corner here.

“Dear?” A woman approaches, to your dismay. “I need my glass filled, please.”

“Oh, I’m not, um, I’m not in charge of those services tonight.”

“Of course you are,” She nearly laughs, “You’re the maid; I’ve met you before, darling.”

All at once, you’re wishing you’d never even come down here. What are you supposed to say to that? Nope, I’m no longer the maid. I’m fucking him now.

“Um, let me… I’ll go find Nico.” Feigning a polite smile, you scoot away, watching her face twist in either disgust or confusion. Probably both.

Bringing your liquid courage with you, your steps eventually find him, the man of the hour. Usually, you’d be glancing at every piece of art you could get your eyes on - they were always spectacular sights. But right now, you’re hurrying your way through the crowd, following the sound of his voice, which is still discussing something political.

While walking up to him, you’re reminded of the man that he is. The way he stands is tall, proud, his smile broad as he speaks to his colleagues and friends. He holds quite the influence over this crowd, due to his intelligence and expertise. What a magnificent man, you think to yourself, smiling. You’ve never met someone with so much depth.

“Ah,” He then says, turning in your direction. You assumed he couldn’t see you yet. “My little bird.” His eyes rake over your form, turning hungry. He can’t wait to tear that from your body tonight.

“Hi,” Bashfully, you give him a little wave walking up to his side.

“Gentleman,” Nico grins, arm reaching to you. “This is my dove.”

Smiling politely, they nod, unsure of this new introduction. “Your… maid, Nicolás?”

“My love,” He corrects, a sweet smile remaining on his face. Wrapping his arm around your lower back, he hugs you to his side, kissing your head. “No longer in my service.”

“You’re romantically involved?” A colleague clarifies, brows raising.

“We are.” Comes his simple response, guiding you over to an armchair that he chooses as his seat. Both hands then find your hips, bringing you down to him.

“She’s… this is…”

“New.” A friend finishes, eyeing you. “Excuse us, Nico.”

Nodding, he brushes their surprised responses off, looking at you with such adoration in his eyes. His hand gently pets at your side, those soft lips leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“You look stunning tonight.”

“You really think so?” Grinning bashfully, you look down, curling in on yourself.

“Of course, I do. With your makeup done, donning your hair so prettily… wearing clothes so sheer I can see your nipples…” Clearly, he’s becoming lost in thought as his eyes drift down.

“You, you can?!” Eyes zipping down, you stare in shock. How had you not noticed that?!

“Yes,” He hums, grinning happily. “I love it.” And he wants to lift his hand, brush it across your chest and watch the perkiness of your tits harden beneath his touch. But his surrounding guests keep him from doing it.

“Are you, you’re not upset?”

Frowning, he looks into your eyes, deep concern showing. “Why would I be?”

“Your friends… they don’t seem to like me.” Laughing nervously, your eyes avoid him, worried of what he might be thinking.

“Amor,” Fingers on your chin direct you back to him. “I like you.” He emphasizes, and then words are spoken that you’d never expected to hear. “I love you.”

“Nicolás,” Reaching up to cup his face, you breathe out a timid smile, staring at him. “I love you.” And for the first time, you’re truly starting to picture this as your new life.

#nico #birds of a feather series #house comes with a bird #nico x you #nico x reader #nico x female reader #nico smut #nico fluff #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfic

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nicolethered · 2 years ago

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House Comes With a Bird is nominated for a Webby Award. Go vote!

#pedro pascal #Nico #house comes with a bird

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insomniamamma · 2 months ago

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oooh this puts the biggest smile on my face whenever it crosses my dash. This is how I want to wake up every morning for the rest of my life.

WINKTOBER DAY 21: Nipple Play (Nico)

Okay, y’all. This one is a weird one. I didn’t really know what this one would be when I chose it but that I saw “nipple” and my head went to Nico because. So I just started typing and this happened. And yes, run-on sentences and rule-breaking like whoa, but there’s a reason, since I wanted to play with the world of the film in the kind of language that put me in that spot. And it kind of illustrates how I feel about the film… it’s hard to explain here; you’ll understand at the end.

In its own way, this one’s an October Valentine for @insomniamamma because she loves this weirdo so. <3

“He had a penchant for sweeping people away just with the timbre of his dulcet voice; it didn’t matter what was said, he had such a way about him…nights in Vienna…we could eat sausages by the sea…”

This day couldn’t get any worse, what with the owners of the house leaving that monstrous bird behind, the garbage disposal giving up the ghost in the middle of the breakfast you were told NOT to have in the house (but compelled to have in the house–half a dozen shelled eggs–because you were told not to) and your real estate boss double booking herself and leaving you to cater to the boring socialites that want to consider this fairly blah-zay home, none of them really serious about buying, hiding from their problems in the bathtub, solving their issues in the back garden, none of them at all interested in seeing you as a person–merely a better functioning Siri or Alexa.

But then this guy came in and started to talk–no, expound, and weirdly, his stories having no point, starting in the middle and about nobody in particular–and at first you just wanted him to look through the house and get out, get back to playing the cello (when did you pick up the cello?) but you’ve come around to liking him…maybe even wanting him?

Husky, broad, yet delicate, he moved through the house like butter melting through a stack of pancakes (mmm…still hungry…perhaps that was just your lack of lunch causing comparisons) and he’s finally settled on the floor stretched out like a lazy cat, pontificating about a fireplace that isn’t there and will never be there and trips to Argentina like that has anything to do with anything while he…while he…swirls a thick finger around and around, playing with the fabric of his expensive turtleneck just over his…is he…is he playing with his nipple…why are you suddenly falling in love with this odd…person–

“It’s a good day to stay in bed, don’t you think?” he asks, reaching out to you and you startle, realizing you’ve been zoned out and have no idea what he’s talking about…not that you’ve really been able to follow anything the man’s been saying all day, well, for the last…what…hour…hours (holy hell, what time is it? when was the last time you looked at a clock?) and when you don’t respond, he just lazily swirls his wrist in a come-hither-meets-Windsor-Castle wave and whispers, “Come, relax.”

For some irrational reason it seems only natural to step through the plush carpeting in your bare feet (where did your shoes go? did you both leave them at the reflection pool?), over the man’s form, sink down into his arms and curl into his embrace, his scent becoming more and more familiar as he drones on and on about your upcoming trip to Barcelona and how he’ll make love to you in a hidden, sun-jewel corner of Sagrada Familia and slowly the carpet isn’t a carpet after all but your bed and your husband is intermittently stroking your cheek and running a fingertip around and around your bared breast as you come out of the dream and it’s only when you’re dazzled by those soft, brûlée eyes and his welcome-back-to-the-world smile that you mumble, still a little incoherent, “Nico…I had the strangest…the house…comes with a bird…”

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WINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST

#winktober reblog #six sentence ficlets #nico house comes with a bird #house comes with a bird #nico x f!reader

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simpingcowboy · 2 years ago

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Ranking Pedro Boys as to Whether I Could Beat Them in a Fight

Pt 2 of this nonsense, featuring all the rest of 'em

0, no threat - 10, I live in fear of this man

Once again for all intents and purposes we're posing these as bar type fights in manual combat

Nico, 0

Stand type of spoiled rich boy. I don't imagine he's ever really fought someone before. He would likely think that I'm robbing him- and he would be mistaken. I'm not interested in taking money. I'm interested in taking his dignity. Though he'd leave quite shaken, it would be a good story for him to dramatically wax on about at whatever open house he goes to next.

Dio, 2

Probably the only Pedro boy I'd actually want to fight. A bratty teenaged boy that I will absolutely demolish. He's got spunk, but I've got hands. As a proud former (ehh well- still sometimes if the occasion calls) goth kid, I'd actually love to beat him up. Narcissism and misogyny are NOT punk! And that boy needs a good humbling that I can deliver. He'd be lucky to have half of his piercing still in him.

Marcus Moreno, 4

Picking a fight with Moreno would be interesting, but yield little results. Considering I'm not a national level threat, I don't think he'd even bother with me. It also wouldn't be a good look for the Heroics to be seen beating up a superpower-less civilian. Marcus would simply teach me a lesson by using his powers to helplessly pin me to a wall to hang there in my shame. Literally. He'd just leave me there and walk away laughing. It'd be utterly humiliating.

Omar Assarian, 6

I have admittedly never seen the entirety of Lights Out, but from what I know he's an overly cocky arrogant boxer. So unfortunately for me he does know how to fight. Unfortunately for him, I'm a dirty street fighter who has no problems playing unfairly. It'd be a fight worth seeing. There'd be trash talk, drama, sexual tension, and utter confusion on his behalf about my technique. It'd be close. Ultimately though, I think after a couple right hooks he'd have me.

Oberyn Martell, 8

The Red Viper gets knocked down a couple points as I think he's most accustomed to fighting with his spear and not his hands. Still- boy is lethal. He's agile, fast, intelligent, and has lots of stamina (don't get me started). It'd be hard to get my hands on him enough to do notable damage. Oberyn would wear me out until he felt he could safely get close without immediately getting hit then take me out. I'm unsure if he would kill me, but certainly leave me unfit to stand up for a couple minutes. Truth be told- the smack talk he'd deliver would be so entertaining it'd be worth getting beat up over.

Max Phillips, 9

Actually I probably wouldn't mind fighting Max either. Unfortunately for me though, this would be a fight I'd lose. The whole "vampiric super strength" thing he's got going on will most certainly grant him a certain victory. I'm not even sure I could defeat him unless I had a handy wooden stake on me, which I often do not. I would likely end up as a snack for him :(

Din Djarin, 12 since so many of you were so eager to watch him beat my ass

This wouldn't even be a fight. It'd be a slaughter. Even fully unarmed, Din is probably the most dangerous of all the Pedro boys. He's skilled in literally every type of fight. Not to mention his encasing of full beskar armor. His helmet would probably break my damn hand. Best case scenario here, I'm last 2 minutes TOPS and that's assuming I can somehow sneak up behind him to catch him off guard. But let's be real here... I'd probably be dead before I even threw my first punch <\3

#Am writes #this is so stupid lmao #pedro pascal characters #din djarin #the mandalorian #max phillips #oberyn martell #omar Assarian #marcus moreno #dio svu #the house comes with a bird #nico

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 6 months ago

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Secret Springs postcard delivery!

Did you know Secret Springs has private yurts? Set way back from the crowds, it's the perfect place for isolated relaxation. Who takes you to the yurt and what adventures do you have?

Hello, fellow Secret Springs vacationer! I hope you're having the best time on your trip! Thanks so much for sending this my way!

So I actually won my trip to Secret Springs through a promotional giveaway on Instagram way back before the resort opened - which was wild, because I typically don't win things like that. Anywho, it was almost a full year ago when I found out I won an all expenses paid trip for two, and I decided to bring my sister with me because its been a while since we went on a trip together. We were both really stoked about it, especially when we found out we'd be there for Secret Springs' first annual Food & Drink Festival, and that we were going to get private personal tastings from some of the participating local vendors. Everything sounded amazing, but the one we were both looking forward to the most was a local winery called Green Wing Vineyards - run by a guy named Nico Calderon.

But then life happened - as it tends to - and my sister found out she was having a kid. So the trip was still on, but I was flying solo for the food & wine tasting portion. While I went and did that, she took a nap. (But she made me promise to describe everything to her in great detail using many adjectives when I got back to the room.)

So I went down to the lobby to find out where I was supposed to go for these private tastings, and the concierge directed me to go out onto a plank walkway that led to a few yurts that were completely set back from the pool and beachfront area. Typically they were available to rent for the day, but they were currently being used for the festival vendors. I got to try this amazing ceviche from a local seafood place, some fresh honey the and pressed olive oil from a specialty shop in town, and some basil and lemon sugar cookies from a baker who very heavily implied that he also baked with other types of herbs but that he wasn't allowed to give those out as samples. (I made a mental note to pop into his bakery on the day that we were planning to stroll around town.)

But my favorite by far ended up being the one that I was the most excited about from the start - Green Wing Vineyards. While the other yurts were set up with tables and chairs for the food tastings, this one was left more relaxed with pillows and cushions for seating. The wines that I got to sample were amazing (three whites and a chilled red - all perfect for the summer heat) the label was beautiful (gold lettering and a watercolor image of a macaw) but the owner? Nico? Getting to meet and talk to him was the true treat. Instead of standing back and conducting a formal tasting, he joined me on the cushions and even poured himself a glass to sip along with me, since I was his last private tasting of the day. He was charismatic and charming and dreamy in a way that I thought only fictional characters could be, and it was clear by listening to him talk that he was passionate about his vineyards and about winemaking, and that he truly loved getting to share that passion with others. I ended up staying there double the length of a regular tasting, and Nico ended up asking me to come see his vineyard in person - and I absolutely accepted that offer.

To see what happened at the vineyard, stay tuned for See, Stay & Do week in Secret Springs!! ;)

#secret springs #thanks for the postcard!!#secret springs getaway 2024 #food & drink week #green wing vineyards here i come #nico (house comes with a bird)#i just feel like he knows a lot about wine #and i would like to hear him tell me everything he knows

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popcornforone · 2 years ago

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Impulsive

A Nico (House Comes With A Bird) Fan Fic

I have been very impulsive really with doing stuff. It’s not like me & I was trying to think which Pedro character that could work with & then I remembered Nico… we know little about him… he seems Romantic but also if he decides on something he does it first & then asks questions later, so I picked him

Synopsis: Your not happy that Nico has made some big decisions that you didn’t agree on but how can you ever stay angry at a man with those eyes.

Word count 1500

Warnings: Do not read if under 18. Mentions of sex, anger, venting, make up sex, impulsive behaviour, angst. A small amount of swearing.not listening.

I tried to write this gender natural again, so I hope I did it okay.

As always that’s for the read peoples. All fees back is welcome.

You’re angry, very angry. Your other half Nico has just assumed your happy to not just move in with him to see if your relationship can withstand being in the same house as him all the time, but he’s automatically, being the confident self assured impulsive man he is, has put both his house & your apartment on the market without even consulting you.

Most people would jump for joy when their partner after 9 months asks them to move in. But he’s rash & he’s impulsive & he’s just gone straight to the estate agents & put your own property on the market without you knowing. It was awkward walking into your apartment while as the estate agent is busy taking photos without your knowledge.

You shouted at Nico once they had left. His self confidence & charm drew you to him at the bar that night. You were desperate to feel any man at all, if you were honest but the one who stayed & didn’t just up & leave once the deed was done was a novelty to you. Him staying around & him waiting on your every word, had you pining for more & more. & suddenly the stay overs became regular, along with the dates & now the occasional weekend away. He really is your perfect man. Except for his impulsive nature which pisses you off 30% of the time. Sometimes it’s just not needed.

Since that day you’ve seen Nico once, for dinner & then sex afterwards, which neither of you put that much effort into, it wasn’t even make up sex, it was just because you both thought you should but neither of you felt a thing. He, in one Impulsive move, as extinguished your fire & passion for him. You still talk & you still really want to be with him, but you need him to realise that this impulsive behaviour, does sometimes go a little bit too far.

You know he’s been house viewing today. He did ask you to come with him on the phone last night but you said at such short notice you couldn’t get the time off work, but you would be interested to see what he likes at a second & third viewing, trying desperately to show to him that things can take time & they don’t have to always be right here right now snap decisions. But you know full well that whoever is showing Nico around whatever house it is will be under his charm straight away. It worked with you after all & you feel a little jealous that someone else will experience this.

The day passes at work, not one voice mail or text or message to say how the viewing went or how did he feel about each of the properties. Nothing, nothing at all. You send him a couple of standard slightly angry partner messages to him to show you’re still not happy but you know why he did that messages, across the day. You sit there waiting for a reply but it just says delivered & then read.

When you get in your car to drive home from work to your little apartment, it comes up with 4 voice mails, all in the last 25 minutes. You don’t even hesitate. You put the aux cable on to listen to them through your car while on your drive back.

Message 1

Babes, house 1 & 2 are duds, there’s no point putting an offer on either of them. I’m still going to go to house 3 so I will send you the details on them so we can talk later. Love you x

Message 2

Do you want a pet bird? I’ve just got here & they have said the bird has to stay with the house, which is weird? Let me know when you get this babes xx

Message 3

I’ve just walked around this house my love & just imagined all the different scenarios we could have here, from having the iced water, to the large fire for making love in front of in the winter & the pool outside, which yes I dipped me toes in & it was freezing, but it just felt right

Fire & water have to coexist so they appreciate the earth.

That’s a bad analogy I know

0kay, please just call me when you’ve got this, I…. I miss your voice

Message 4

Did I do something else to piss you off? your not responding to my messages like you usually do? Oooh it’s Wednesday tho isn’t it… I’ll buy you some wine.

Those are Nicos 4 message. You listen to them intently as you drive home & go to reply when he sends a voice note. “Can I come over?” Is all it says to which you reply of “course my love” knowing you’re only 5mins out. Which then makes you freak out a few mins later when you pull up & see his car always parked outside. He was already here waiting for you before you had said yes.

Nico is waiting outside your apartment door. You know he has access to the spare key in the box, that’s how the estate agents got in, but he hasn’t. He’s got flowers & wine in his hand & a shy apologetic look on his face. You are trying to keep your guard up so he knows you still feel hurt, but with those big brown eyes looking so soft & sad, it’s impossible to not forgive him. That’s why you’ve avoided him, because you know you will instantly let him off the hook for what he did.

“Sorry” he says shyly, the impulsive charmer has gone. Standing in front of you is a sorry boy “say it again Nico” you say as you put your keys in the door & open it. He takes your hand with his spare & leans into your neck from behind & whispers “I’m so sorry, I just got carried away” the smile on your face is huge, playing hard ball has made him all apologetic. Once you are both the other side of the door & it is locked, dinner for the two of you isn’t even considered. The flowers & bottle of wine placed on the table as you take Nico to the bedroom to reignite his impulsive fire.

Your moaning from his charm & passion would make your neighbour feel jealous. Every trace across your body with his long fingers, makes you want more. The way you rock in unison as he takes care of both your needs. His fluffy hair slowly sticking to his face from sweat, & yet he makes sure that yours isn’t covering your face so he can look into your eyes as the desire grows. He wants this. He needs this & he knows that with each thrust between you before you both climax makes you both fall for each other even more. He’s needy & you want it all. The passion, the desire, the lust. He just makes all these emotions over flow inside you & at your most intimate & sensitive moments together, makes you forget that there is a world outside of your bedroom walls.

While you lay in the afterglow & pepper Nicos neck with kisses, apologising to him as well for being angry, he shows you house number 3. It’s perfect but a little large. “Do we need all that space baby” you coo & beam a grin back to his face. “I think we do, I’d like this to be our forever home” this startles you a little but makes your butterflies flutter inside you. “A forever home?” “Well I wanted to say that earlier but thought it would be a little too impulsive after everything that we discussed the other day, I didn’t want to put you in another bad mood” his large hand traces over your shoulder “so what do you say my love, would you like this to be our forever?” Yous lips answer for you, as they collide with his & you pull him back in close. “Never change baby, Keep being impulsive, just let me know major things, when you think of them” he kisses you back & his hand trails down your body “deal baby, but sex doesn’t count as a big decision right?” He winks before he starts to engage in round two. Both your fires reignited, your passion & love for each other alive, & your impulses being taken care of.

#fanfic #my fics #smutt #pedro pascal #no minors #Nico #Nico fan fic #house comes with a bird #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal characters

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oogaboogasphincter · 1 year ago

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galaxyedging · 2 years ago

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Nico x f!reader x OMC

Part of the Kitten series.

Warnings: Smut, cockwarming. Idiots in love. Angst. Bad language.

WC:3.3k

Summary: For better or worse. Things between you and Nico come to a head.

For @prolix-yuy, thank you for caring as much about these idiots as I do.

Release

It had been three days since you had stood at Nico's door. Three days of you warring with yourself.

You had no damn right to be jealous. It was you that put a stop to everything. Nico had a high sex drive, Angelo wasn't about, you weren't available, it was completely reasonable that he'd find someone else to meet his needs. Someone who sounded delightful. The smile was clear in her voice as she asked him if it felt good. She'd giggle as he moaned again in response. That was all you heard before your sense of decency drove you away. Nico had offered to share his office with you so you could work on your paper, you hadn't taken him up on his offer before.

Now you sat curled in a ball on his leather desk chair sobbing and cursing your own stupidity. Nico had said from the beginning he didn't do tenderness. His wife's picture was still hung on his wall above you. Had you really been so desperate to be desired and loved, that you made up Nico's side of this unspoken love? Using the restroom to freshen up you headed out to the one person who feelings you were certain about.

"Angelo, you really know how to treat a girl. Hmm." You sighed happily.

"I know how to treat my girl. Can you take one more?"

"No, I'm completely full. I shouldn't."

"Oh, you can. Come here." He held another truffle up to your lips.

"Come on, you can always open wide for me usually."

"Angelo!" A wet slap sounded as you pushed at his bare chest. "This has been wonderful. Thank you." A quick kiss to his lips sealed your gratitude.

"No problem. From the sound of it you needed the break. And you know, the sex." He rolled his hips under you. His hard length had been nestled inside you for the last half hour. After making you cum with his fingers, he'd been content to just sit there while he fed you. The hums of delight and the occasional swipe of your tongue over his fingers kept him hard.

"That's not the only thing I came for."

"No?" He thrust up suddenly.

"No!....I need my nails painted. You do a better job."

"Oh is that all? I'll take my cock back out then."

"No. Don't." You giggled. An honest to goodness giggle. Something you needed.

"You want me to keep it in? Huh? Tell me." He challenged.

"Keep it in, please." A shyness came over you.

"Keep what in?"

"Your cock. Keep it in me." You spoke in hushed tones.

"What? I didn't catch that, Baby." He goaded you.

"Angelo, please, please, keep you big, thick, incredibly pretty cock buried in my cunt!" The bottle of wine you'd shared made your declaration even louder than you intended.

"I guess we have company." Owen's voice came from down the hall.

"Oh! Oh my god!" In embarrassment you hid your face in Angelo's neck. Who simply chuckled while tickling your sides lightly.

"It's okay, he knows it's you. It's fine." He laughed as he held you close. "We're just taking a relaxing bath."

"Good clean fun, huh?" Owen's tone told you he knew exactly what you were doing with his boyfriend. It was one thing to know Owen knew and was okay with. It was a whole other thing to be sat with his boyfriend leaking pre-cum inside you as they had a chat.

"I'm going to go take a shower myself. Then I'll order dinner. Italian?" Owen carried on the conversation like it was nothing.

"Italian?" Angelo asked you quietly. Once you nodded he answered Owen. "Sounds great. I love you."

"I'll order it now. I love you too." Came Owen's reply.

Angelo caught how you wistfully looked after Owen.

With a sigh he lifted you up off his lap.

"What? I thought this was okay?" Confusion flooded you as Angelo gripped your shoulders. His gentle brown eyes fixing on yours.

"Nico's an idiot. Actually no, you both are."

"What?"

"The two of you. You are so clearly in love with each other but neither of you will admit it. You can't survive without a buffer to hide your feelings." Your mouth opened but you had nothing. All you could do was sit there and let him call you out.

"Look, I get it. Nico's been through…well hell. And you, I get it. A lifetime of putting up with misogyny. All that negativity from your family. Then to have your world turned upside down. I know you're unsure of yourself but so is he. There is nothing that says you have to have your shit together before you fall in love. If that were a thing, no one would get to. Instead of trying to fix yourselves on your own, why not help fix each other?"

"Angelo…."

"No. I'm asking what is the worst that can happen?"

"I could lose him. I could lose you."

"You could lose us anyway. Nothing is guaranteed to us. So you play it safe. You keep your feelings buried and what? Lose him anyway by driving him away? I love you, Sweetheart. I really do. I want to say you're like a sister to me but given that you came on fingers half an hour ago that would be one fucked up family."

Giggles let out some of your nervous energy. Covering your mouth with your hand you felt the tears you didn't realise had slipped from you.

"But you mean so much to me. So does Nico. I love our little arrangement but the two of you are weird around Owen and if I have to choose between the two of you and him. I think I'd have to choose him."

"Wow." The seriousness of their relationship hit you.

"Yeah. So fix yourselves please." He wrapped your hand in his as he made a pleading gesture.

"I'll try. I love you too, mi ángel." You kissed his hands wrapped around yours.

"Good. I'm not surprised. I am delightful."

"More bread?" Owen offered.

"No, thank you and thank you for having me." The guilt had you being extra appreciative. The fear of him calling you on your relationship with Nico had kept you away from Owen. In reality he had only even been welcoming and warm. He asked about you and listened intently as you spoke. When he spoke about his, clearly impressive, life he did so with such grace and humility. He had volunteered around the world. Helping hundreds of people over the years. He'd been happily married for two decades before they'd separated amicably after growing apart. They had three beautiful children, all of them grown and successful. He showed you a video of his granddaughter saying that she loved him. The pride showed on his face. He really did seem wonderful. A perfect match for Angelo. A strong, level headed nurturer with a good heart. It was clear they worked well together. Angelo was confident but he tended to have little crises of confidence. When he refused a second piece of bread, Owen reassured him that he was beautiful. Placing the bread within reach of Angelo he didn't force the subject and allowed Angelo to take the bread when he wanted to. Owen gave him a soft smile when he did so. Once dinner was finished, Angelo set about cleaning up.

"Can I help?" You began to rise from your seat.

"No, you're our guest. I wash up. It's Owen's least favourite chore." Angelo gathered the last of the dishes.

"I don't mind dusting and vacuuming." Owen told you while topping off your glass.

"Which I hate, so it works." Angelo shuffled the plates in his hands to lean down and kiss Owen. "You two just relax. Get to know each other."

The way Angelo looked at Owen pointedly, you wondered what his idea of 'getting to know each other' was. It wouldn't surprise you if he meant sex and Owen was handsome but that would be a step too far for you at the moment. Or would it help? Owen had the same authoritative energy as Nico. Maybe detaching some of your new found confidence and tastes from Nico would help clear your head? Before you could get yourself twisted up any further Owen spoke. "Angelo wants me to reassure you. About my job."

"Oh?" Suddenly you regretted not taking that second piece of bread. Maybe the extra weight of it would cause you to sink through the floor.

"He seems to think it makes you uncomfortable. I get it. I diagnosed people with mental health issues. It makes people understandably uncomfortable but I'm not a mentalist. I can't guess what's in your head from a few cues. Any deep dark secrets you have are safe around me." He really did seem wonderful as he reassured you.

"Thank you." Your shoulders felt a little lighter. At least your relationship with Angelo was on better ground.

"Not to overstep but Angelo has mentioned that you've had some troubles lately. If you ever need someone to talk to I could recommend some wonderful people. Or if it wouldn't be too awkward, I would always listen."

"Thank you for the offer. It's very nice of you.

"Any time. If I could offer you some advice, not as a professional but as an old man, things don't have to be as complicated as we make them." Angelo seemed to have told him a lot.

You couldn't blame him. Owen was his partner, they seemed to be building a life together.

The apartment had been Owen's. The colours of the walls, floors and fittings were white and shades of grey. All very calm and neutral. Then in each room a pop of colour had been added. That painting in the hall was from Paris, Angelo had told you all about his trip. Angelo's favourite flowers, tulips, sat in the living room and their bedroom. Their tastes were contrasting but they could also be complementary. Angelo's colours shone against Owen's neutrality. They made it work.

"How are my favourite people getting on?" Angelo carried a tray of coffee in and set it on the table.

"Great." The night hadn't been what you expected but it seems to have been what you needed. Just because your marriage hadn't worked out and Nico had been through so much it didn't mean you couldn't make something together. Even shattered glass can make a beautiful mosaic.

"We're just fine, Honey." Owen patted the seat next to him. Kissing Owen on the forehead as he filled it, Angelo gave you a smile.

The last year played over in your head on the cab ride home. Meeting Nico, taking a risk on him. Discovering a whole new world of pleasure, of trust, of power. Getting into touch with your needs and being honest about them had opened you up emotionally. It forced you to look at what you really wanted in life and not just settle for what you were given. The people at your college noticed. You were taking more risks with your research papers, pushing your work in bold new directions. No longer content to just be there and get on. No, you went for what you wanted. All this time you had been worried about not being the person you were supposed to be yet. Somehow Nico always saw them. Nico with his honesty and bluntness. He cut through all the pieces of you that were rearranging and got to the heart of you. Everything else was just superficial.

When you pulled up there was another car outside. Walking to the front door you paused. What if it was more company for Nico? Maybe the delightful sounding woman? There was still enough wine in your system to make you lose it if you saw her. You'd wondered if she was prettier. Smarted. Better. No, it didn't matter if she was. You were enough and you'd be enough for someone, even if it wasn't Nico. Holding your head high you unlocked the door.

Nico murmuring happily caught your attention first. It took a second for it to register so you were through the door before you could turn back. Nico sat in the living room with a pretty young woman massaging his hand. He turned his attention to you for a moment introducing you to Aurora, like it was completely normal that she was sitting on the living floor touching his hand.

Nico gave a relaxed groan.

Aurora let out a giggle. The giggle. "Sorry, you are just one of my most responsive clients. I wish they were all as in touch with their bodies and as open to stimulation. How did you sleep after our last session?"

"Pretty well. Thank you."

"Good. Well, our time is up. I'll see myself out. You just take a moment to be present and relax."

"Thank you, Aurora."

"You are welcome. I'll see you at our next appointment. Lovely to meet you. Bye." Aurora waved at you as she left. She was prettier, smarter, better than you. You bet she would have thought that there was another explanation for the man you thought was in love with you jumping into bed with someone else.

"Sorry. Reflexology. It's a new thing I'm trying. How was your day at Angelo's?"

Nico walked past you, still standing in the living room, to wash his hands in the kitchen.

"Good. Him and Owen are doing good. It's nice to see. You should come over there next time." His shoulders slumped as he dried his hands. Preparing to defend Owen you were blindsided by his next sentence. "Maybe you can move it with them for a while?"

"Why?" Your voice barely made it out.

"It's just not working out. We were using each other for sex right? Now we're not. It's kind of uncomfortable. There's no reason for you to stay." He didn't look at you as he tossed the towel he was using and began tidying the kitchen.

"Yeah." There was no way you were letting him see you upset. You'd given too many men the satisfaction of that lately. "Yeah,you're right. I'll…er…pack my stuff in the morning. I don't have much here. I'm sure Angelo will let me stay a night or two. Then I'll work something out"

Your tone came out relatively normal.

"I'll drive you up there if you like?" He finally looked in your direction.

"Thanks." You willed yourself to walk to your room before any tears could escape.

Stopping abruptly, you whirled on him.

"Actually, no. Not thanks, fuck you! I know we lie to each other but we don't actually lie. We pretend that we don't feel like we do but we never actively tell a lie. You've always been honest with me. Even to the point of sounding like an asshole but you've never been cruel."

Leaning against the counter he took a beat to absorb your words. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He began to pace the small cornered off area of the kitchen.

"You know what, this is who I am! I'm an asshole sometimes. Sometimes I'm cruel. This is what I'm trying to protect you from. I don't know why you want you to get to know me beyond fucking me." His movements were frantic at this point.

"I'm not worth it. My wife died and I couldn't handle it. I've seen people go through worse and survive and I just stopped. I stopped living. I stopped caring. I just chased one meaningless high after another."

"So I'm a meaningless high?" You couldn't help the hurt that slipped into your tone.

Nico noticed and instantly stilled. "No. You were…you are…more.

"And do you want more?" You moved forward as he avoided your eyes. "Do you want more, Nico?"

"Yes but…" he looked at you, his eyes brimming with tears.

"But nothing." You cupped his cheek, wiping the tears as they fell.

"But what if I fuck up again. What if something happens and I just stop again? What if I hurt you?" His hand came up to cover yours. You weren't sure if he would move your hand away. For now they both stayed there.

"This whole time you've been teaching me to take my own pleasure. To not care what people think. To live on my own terms. Well, these are my terms. I know you won't hurt me on purpose. I am taking my pleasure how I want it. I'm staying. We are going to have sex like we used to. We're going to cook for each other and care for each other and be there for each other. No more pretending we don't feel the way we do. Got it?" Your breath rattled through you as you let it out.

"Yes, ma'am." He mock saluted you with his free hand.

"Good." You tried to sound calm and incontrol as your heart beat out of your chest. "So what's first, sex or letting me cook for you?"

"If you have to ask, maybe you do need to get to know me better." He smiled against your lips. "Hey, you're shaking. Come here."

"Well, it's been a bit of a week." You admitted into his neck.

"I know. I'm sorry I should have said something. I should have been honest. It's one of my better, or worse depending on your view, traits."

"It's not your fault. I was the one who started it. Then I heard Aurora in your room and thought…"

"With Aurora? She's lovely but much, much too young."

"I didn't know that at the time. I just thought you needed to…"

"Well, I did hire her to help in that area I suppose. I couldn't sleep without a release. I thought I'd try and work around my therapist's advice."

"Why? What did she advise?"

"Funnily enough, honesty. She told me to just get it all out there."

"Get what out there?"

"That I love you. That I want to be with you. That I know I'm still a bit of a fixer upper but I want to try with you." He stated it all like he was listing chores.

"Say the first part again?" You blinked at him.

It was his turn to shake. His voice quivered as he asked. "That I love you?"

"Yes." Tears welled in your eyes for the third time that day. Thankfully, this time for a much better reason.

Taking your face in his hands, he kisses you softly, mouth closed just two presses of his lips to yours before looking deep into your eyes and speaking with his usual level of confidence. "I love you."

The broken pieces of your heart slammed together so fast that they sent a shock wave of emotion through you. It was hard to get the words out. "I love you, too."

Both dinner and sex were forgotten as you clung to each other.

Nico finally got the release he'd been looking for all this time. He let go of his guilt. About being allowed to live while his wife died. About failing her. About squandering the life he had been given. He let it all go. As if it was the thing that had been holding him up, he slipped to the floor with you going willingly in his arms.

The sun cast a final glow on the pair of you as it dipped below the horizon. Nico held you tight to his side, he occasionally pressed a kiss to your head as the two of you just sat together. There was no tension. No unspoken words hanging in the air. No one else involved. Just the two of you at the end of the day. Just what the two of you had needed all along.

Author's Note: I'm giving these guys an ending for now. I will definitely be back to them, probably sooner rather than later. Thank you for reading.😘

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