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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 months ago

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Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Twenty One.

Thank you so much to everyone for your commitment to the story, as usual! Happy Friday, guys. Enjoy! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,946

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

“I’m so bored.”

As was Adrien of hearing his wife chime those three words over and over. He could hardly blame her for it, though, and so thus took it with good nature, knowing that it had to be tough for somebody who kept herself so busy to be rendered incapacitated. After being allowed to go home, they’d spent a week at the apartment in Manhattan before Jade felt well enough to fly. Now she’d been returned upstate for the last week and four days, she was rapidly tiring of being confined to a bed for the most part.

Her healing was estimated to take twelve weeks from the point of the incident, and they were currently at week eight, with her not allowed to do anything physically demanding, given the instruction to rest as much as possible.

“What are you even doing out of bed, Moo?” He pointed in the direction of the kitchen door, circling his finger. “Back upstairs, go.”

“No. I want cheese and I want to sit in the sun while I eat it. I physically can’t lie in a bed for that long unless I have you on top of me, and I can’t even do that for another two weeks. Even though I feel fine, my breathing is normal, my wounds are all healed, but no! I’m being treated like heirloom glass when really, I want to be shagged into the tail end of next week!”

She’d specifically asked her godmother that, Lucy dying laughing, calling her a horny reprobate. ‘Ten weeks, and then light exertion will be fine. No sexual gymnastics!’

Walking over to him, she pulled his head down to her level, kissing him, his lips, his nose, and the crinkles that dented his forehead as he frowned. “Sitting, that's all. My eyes hurt from reading, and I’ve binged all ten seasons of Friends in the last two weeks. I need a change of scenery.”

He made a soft growl. “Fine.”

“Yes, it is, because you’re not going to boss you around, or I’ll bite you, you bugger.” His pec was chomped upon softly, Adrien shaking his head.

“That isn’t much of a threat, baby.” Kissing his chest, she hugged him tightly before moving to the fridge, ready to raid the order she’d had delivered from the small deli in the nearest village. It held a surprisingly good selection, little slices of each taken, Jade adding crackers and grapes to the plate she carried outside to enjoy under the summer sun with a glass of wine.

“That little area over there is entirely too empty,” she spoke, crunching through a cracker while pointing at the little patch of land beneath the trees where the chickens were meant to be.

It was, he had to agree. “How about once you’ve finished your snacks, we take a drive down to the farm shop and bring a few home?” Perhaps he was being a little too precious with her, he had to concede. Their local farm shop and feed store was only a twenty-minute drive away, Adrien knowing they were running low on horse food, so having to organise that anyway, they might as well.

It was necessary too, now Mia had finally arrived from Austria five days before. Jade had been annoyed beyond words that he’d told her a firm no over doing a ten hour round trip to JFK in order to bring her back upstate, but he’d had help in the form of Rachel, who had offered to come along, knowing considerably more about horse care than him. He’d needed somebody who knew how to load a steed onto a horse truck properly, how to put the travel boots on, bandage her tail, tie her up properly, all of which his sister-in-law could probably do in her sleep, she was so adept.

Her head shot up like a meerkat, eyes rounding a little. “Really? You’re allowing me to leave the house?”

“You make me sound like your captor, Burtie,” he scoffed, receiving a cheeky eyebrow raise.

“Kinda missing being tied up and defiled.”

He groaned softly, closing his eyes for a moment. “Don’t. Now I’m not so scared to remember I have a high libido, believe me, my hand ain’t cutting it.”

Oh, the flicker she felt between her thighs. “You should let me watch that.”

“Never quite works though, does it? Not with either of us trying to play the captive audience. We get to about a thirty seconds and dive on the other.” That was true enough. The only time they’d ever been able to successfully watch one another masturbate was when they’d done it over Skype while apart.

“I’ve got in it my head now. Fucks sake,” she groaned, taking a large gulp of wine, crossing her legs tightly with a huff that had him shaking with soft laughter.

“Two weeks, my baby. Two weeks and I will fucking ruin you.” Pausing, his smile began to widen, chuckling. “For about a minute and half, but damn, it’ll be the best minute and a half of your life!”

Laughing, she leaned against him, stroking his thigh as he kissed the top of her head. Laughter was medicinal in the wake of what had happened to her, so close to losing her life right there on her own driveway. It had hit her in waves after waking to be filled in on the gaps in her memory, the magnitude of being so close to death. What had affected her most was when her darling Katie had told her it had taken her an hour to bleach off the blood stain from the front drive, she’d been crying so hard, but wanting it gone before either she or Adrien had arrived back to see it there.

It hadn’t just impacted her, the knock-on effect of her attack leaving her loved ones terrified and her husband with the kind of blood pressure level that had taken days to come back to a normal reading, so her dad had confided. Her poor mother hadn’t slept for longer than a few hours every night immediately after.

Adrien had thought she wouldn’t want to sue the care facility, but she’d very much proven otherwise. Their legal team had hit them with a suit for gross negligence, Jade stating that if that was how lax they were that a patient with murderous intentions could so easily escape, then truly, they needed to face the consequences of such. After all, what if anyone had gotten in her way prior to her arriving in Cleveland? Would they likely have met the same fate, but perhaps not quite been so lucky? What the hell were the people looking after her thinking, too, allowing a woman who had likely shown such dangerous intentions to remain in such a low security facility?

As Adrien pulled his truck from the drive out onto the road, she thought about it again, a little shiver running through her. Of course, he noticed, seeing her close into herself a little. “You okay, baby love?”

“Yeah, ish,” she confessed. “It’s a hard thing to reconcile, my home being the place I always feel so safe, but now the location of where I was the farthest from that. Don’t panic, I’m not about to say I want to move or anything. That mental cunt won’t drive me from my home. It’s just a bit weird right now.”

Reaching for her, he squeezed her thigh, feeling her hand cover his, her little finger stroking over his knuckles. “Give it time, I think that’s all you need. Also, look at it differently, perhaps? I’m not trying to minimise what happened to you, but if you look at it as the place you survived rather than the alternative, that might be a better perspective going forward.”

She loved that about him, how she could see a situation strictly from one viewpoint, but he would usually find a way to see it completely opposite, with credible validity. “I never thought of it like that before, baby. You’re right, though. Thank you. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Moo.”

As soon as they arrived at the farm shop, Lyn, the woman who had run it for almost twenty years with her husband Ray came out from behind the counter, the dear old lady opening her arms wide with a huge smile. “Hello, sweetheart. Oh, it’s great to see you looking so well! How you feeling, hmm?”

“Pretty good, actually. Mr. B over there isn’t letting me do much at all, so I’ve had plenty of rest. I can breathe properly again without having to rely on oxygen, which is a bonus. You’re very kind to ask,” she replied, gently clasping her forearms as they parted.

Shaking her head, she touched a gentle hand to her cheek. “How anybody would want to hurt such a dear soul as you, my love. We’ve had it all up here, you know! Journalists, photographers coming up to grab something to eat. Ray and I pass by you guy’s place every morning on our way in, and we saw them all waiting in their cars for pictures! Damned parasites. I told them I had nothing to say when they asked for comment, other than how sad I was that something so awful happened to such a nice girl.”

Oh yes, they’d been sitting in wait to get photographs of her upon her arrival at home. “I appreciate that, Lyn. Anyway, I’m here to fill my chicken coop and spend an obscene amount in the shop. As a first-time chicken owner, I’d appreciate your advice on the former.”

She nodded, walking her round to the area the birds were housed in. “Plymouth Rock hens are good first chicken. Friendly, unfussy and they lay well. Orpingtons and Rhode Island Reds are great choices, too, all of which we have. How big is your space, hon?”

After a few more details were exchanged, three of each chicken breed were chosen, Lyn providing travel cages to be run back up the day after, leaving Adrien and Ray to load the chickens onto the truck and Jade to go and fill a couple of baskets of produce within the shop. Once that had been bought, the required horse and chicken feed, too, they headed home, ready to introduce the birds to their brand-new habitat.

“That red over there? I’m naming her Marge,” Jade spoke, pointing at one of the three Rhode Island’s. “Listen to her! That’s the same noise Marge Simpson makes when she’s annoyed.”

He coughed softly. “You do that, too.”

“Don't you dare let this be another nickname that enters your little repertoire,” she warned, watching him shake with laughter as he wrapped his arm around her.

“Of course not, Marge.”

Her side eye was delivered with lethal intent. “I will cock punch you.”

His laughter boomed so loudly, the chickens spooked, all running for the safety of the hen house with a little flurry and some disgruntled noises. “Now look what you did, making me scare the chickens because of your empty threats.”

“It wasn’t empty,” she warned, balling her fist.

“Sounds like somebody doesn’t want to get laid sooner rather than later.”

“Oh, and you’re really going to give it to me sooner, hmm? Mr only let me out of the damned house for the first time today, when I’m still two weeks away from being able to heavy breathe?”

He raised his eyebrows rapidly, looking smug. “Might have given you a gentle banging, but now, with this little display of funky assed attitude? Nah. You can wait.”

Her husband. God, he was insufferably contrary when he put his mind to it. “Fine. Just know I’ll be upstairs with my favourite vibrator. Let that information marinade.” Slapping him on the bum, she walked back to the house. She wasn’t even halfway through the door before she found him draped around her, lifting her into his arms and carrying her upstairs. “So, best minute and a half of my life, huh?”

“Stop it,” he laughed, reaching the top of the stairs and turning right, walking down to their bedroom. “Don’t jinx me.”

“So, what’s different? You’ve been treating me like I’m subject to breakages up until a few hours ago, and now all that’s changed?” she teased, knowing she was being a menace, but not able to fight giving a little back.

Laying her on the bed, he grumbled at her mildly infuriating riposte, pulling his t shirt off before joining her, hands grasping the straps of her dress and pulling them down. “The fact that I’m only human. And... well... you’ve seen yourself. How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off someone so gorgeous for twelve weeks? Ten is fine, but just tell me if it isn’t, alright?”

Her lung could have burned with all the heat of a thousand suns, and she would have kept that to herself, feeling her need for her husband smoulder with the same ferocious heat. He discarded her dress and underwear rapidly, mouth anchoring to hers with a soft grunt, hands softly kneading her bare breasts. How he loved it when she didn’t bother with underwear, his touch skimming down her sides.

The feel of two, then three little ridged scars beneath his touch prickled him emotionally, his lips following the glide of his hands, pressing kisses, sucking her nipples in turn, his mouth veering right to kiss upon the healed wounds that had almost taken her from him. She knew what he was doing, and how she loved him for it, showing her it didn’t matter to him that her body now came with flaws; he still desired her just the same as he always had.

Where she craved to feel those kisses, to her delight he did not hesitate in arrival, pushing her thighs apart and burying his mouth between them, ten weeks of longing for her unravelling as his tongue slithered through her slit. He brought those licks against her clit, hungrily tasting her, his mouth eager in its repeated rolling over her bud as she sighed in gratification of him returned so intimately to her.

Sliding over the little swell of her clit once more, he sent fire roaring through her, a blade of pleasure slicing to her very bones as she shook, the tip of his tongue skimming dewy pink nerve endings, his thumb pulling back the soft skin covering her bundle, making way for his lips to suck gently. Sparks fizzed right down to her marrow, the flush of ecstasy evoked by his mouth ever escalating, her body host to spasmodic judders as he caressed her dewy slit with all the fervour of a man half parched.

“Fuck, oh god, baby. You’re gonna make me come so hard!” she wailed, hands fisting the grey linen below as she trembled, crested and burned hard against the fire of his mouth. While those divine licks gentled against her, he reached to unfasten his jeans, pushing and kicking himself out of them, kissing his way back to her mouth, hard cock parting her walls with a soft grunt.

He stilled, thumbs moving to stroke her cheeks, feeling a little overcome. It was a moment that might not have ever happened for them again, but there she was beneath him in their bed, pretty lips parted as she panted softly, looking up at him adoringly. Life; it was truly so precious. As was she.

As for Jade, the desire and tenderness of the moment pulled her in, guiding his mouth to hers as their bodies began to rock together, feeling a little more restored to her usual self at finally having sexual intimacy resumed. Her nails gently dragged his back, delighting in the feel of his body pressing tight against hers, a sudden hard shunt of his hips against her sending him deep into the flutter of her cunt.

“Missed me right here, huh?” he chuckled, watching the sated desire glitter her eyes.

“Mmm.” she purred, stroking his face, their kisses connecting hot, “I always do when I have to go without the best cock in the world.” Every inch of him slipped into her with ease, every ridge scraping tingles over her soaking walls, hands gently kneading her breasts as his kisses moved to her neck.

“I mean, I’ll take that,” he began, resting his forehead to hers, “but your number isn’t really high enough to know mine’s the best. Forty-two isn’t that high.”

“Just take the bloody compliment, Brody,” she spoke, kissing him.

“Yeah... yeah I think I will. Even though it might be vastly inaccurate.”

“Adrien?” she questioned, an entertained smile playing her lips. “Are you being all chatty because you’re trying not to come?”

A smidgen of embarrassment flickered across his face. Oh, he was so cute. “Yeah, maybe.” A few seconds passed. “Okay, I am. I grossly overestimated myself at a minute and a half.” Her laugh filled the bedroom, her husband rooting himself deeper in her to prevent slipping out. “Stop, that feels too good!”

“Baby?”

“Yep?”

“Just come.” Holding his face in her hands, she kissed him, nuzzling away his shame. “I came already against your tongue, didn’t I? You’re fine. Just let go.” It was as he shared kisses of fiery honey with his beloved that his body shuddered hard, staccato thrusts sending him headlong into the enjoyment of lightning forking up his spine.

“Oh god, I’ve turned into a forty seconds guy,” he panted, laughing softly as he kissed her. “Sorry.” Stroking her face, he kissed her some more, Jade laughing as she shook her head, fingers weaving into his hair.

“Well, don’t be. I’m flattered it bothers you, though. Most guys are so selfish like that, but you never are. It’s just one of the many reasons I love you.”

“And because I make you laugh by being an embarrassingly rapid quick draw?”

Of course, that comment had her in soft fits. “Stop being daft, my love. Besides, there’s always later.” The grin she was met with told her loud and clear he definitely planned to redeem himself a little. Until then, they went back downstairs, taking a gentle walk around their land with the dogs while waiting for the barbecue to heat up, Jade leaving two large steaks marinading in the fridge for dinner.

“You look thoughtful,” he spoke, turning his focus away from Brando heaving a large stick from the long grass.

Turning to him, she smiled, but he still picked up on a trace of sadness there. “I was just thinking about the projects I’ve missed out on, because of what happened. It feels selfish, too. Really selfish. I was so lucky to survive and here I am lamenting the loss of work!”

Tightening his arm around her, he dropped a kiss upon her head. “It isn’t selfish, it’s just you. You hate to feel like you’ve missed out on an opportunity to further yourself, naturally ambitious as you are. Okay, so you missed a couple of exciting projects, but plenty more will come your way. I don’t have to tell you that.”

“It’s nice to hear all the same, though.” she smiled, yet still the little flicker of something not quite right remained.

“What else is bugging you?”

Of course, he wouldn’t let it slide. She didn’t want him to either. “Today when we went out, I felt fine, safe. You were there, but I can’t hide at my husband’s side forever, yet the thought of going out alone scares me. I know it’s ridiculous, too! She can’t get to me again. I mean blimey, watching back the CCTV from the front gate at what happened, I gave almost as good as I got, so I know I can defend myself, but still. It makes me feel nervous.”

It was something they’d lightly argued about, a day after arriving home, Jade wanting to see the footage of her attack in an effort to remember what had happened, and Adrien not seeing it as a conducive move at all. He’d conceded in the end, though, Jade watching the feed from the office computer, wincing, but finding it helpful. It helped in so much that she witnessed how she’d fought her attacker hard, even if she didn’t remember much.

“I think that’s natural,” he began, turning to see Atlas running from the trees whilst dragging along a large branch. Always branches with that dog. “Put it down! Atlas, no. That’s too big.” The dog gave it a shake with a playful grown before releasing it, the four canines hurtling off again together. “Anyway, as I was saying before meathead distracted me. You feeling like that probably isn’t uncommon in people who’ve been attacked, so don’t be hard on yourself, or expect to feel perfectly back to normal in the wake of this. Give yourself time, don’t start reverting to old habits.”

He had worried that she might, but her reassurance was swift. “No, no I won’t. I know if I rush myself to feel back to my old self, I won’t get there. I am still being a bit tough on myself, just so you know, but that’s mostly out of frustration. I can’t really hate her for what she did, because she isn’t in her right mind. I’m struggling with it, reconciling it, that I really shouldn’t be scared because she was just one lone nutter with a grudge borne of what her mental illness had made her believe. At the same time, though, it was a fucking traumatic experience. I need to give myself time, no matter how much it bugs me.”

“Three years ago, and you would have shut it down, likely thrown yourself into a heap of work and then had to deal with the fallout from all of that,” he noted, hand idly stroking her arm.

“Three years ago, and I was still two and a half months away from meeting you,” she noted, leaning into him a little, whistling for the dogs. Up popped Groucho’s head, gleaming dark copper in the summer sunshine. “Come on, knob head!” she chuckled, watching him dive over the long grass as they turned at the top of their land, heading back towards the house.

“How the hell has it been three years? Shit,” he exclaimed softly, his hand reaching for Bear when the big dog licked his fingers, he and the others trotting along much slower after their frenzied exertion. “And I want you to know how proud I am of you, the way you deal with things so much more healthily than you did. Okay, so some stuff lingers, but you at least tell me about it. That’s all I ever wanted.”

Leaning closer, his kissed the side of his neck with a happy hum. “It’s because I trust you, I feel safe to. I’ll never not feel safe, as long as I have you.”

“I love hearing that.” Stopping, he took both of her hands in his, resting his forehead to hers. “Can you do something for me?”

Jade knew where this was going. “Anything.”

“Love me forever?”

She smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. “Always.”

If one thing remained consistent over the years that followed, it was that she truly would love the man who made her feel safe forever. Another consistency was that true to form, once she’d recovered from her ordeal, her attacker locked away in a high security psychiatric facility for the foreseeable, too, was that she returned to work with her usual gusto.

And boy, did she eventually reap the rewards of that.

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graneymar · 2 years ago

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Can you write an imagine about baby fever? (With richarlison or ney)

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#2. RICHARLISON: BABY FEVER

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Richarlison x fem!reader

My best friend just gave birth to her first child a few weeks ago - a beautiful babygirl called Liliana. I've spent every free second with Nessa and her daughter. Whenever Richarlison went to training or met his friends, I was immediately on the way to visit my two girls, bringing a couple of new shirts, toys or stuffed animals for Liliana every single time. I knew Nessa since I was like 10, so my best friend of almost 15 years having a baby actually felt like I suddenly had a child myself.

Nessa was invited to a birthday party and asked Richarlison and me to babysit. As soon as she stepped into our apartment, Richarlison took Liliana and covered her little face with hundreds of kisses, making her smile slightly. "She’s allergic to cow milk, so please make sure you only feed her that", Nessa said, handing me a pack of baby food, "And please don’t cover her with blankets without being in the room, she could pull it over her face. There’s a sleeping sack in the bag." She continued on telling us what we should be careful of, until Richarlison interrupted her. "Ness, don’t worry. It’s not the first time I'm having a baby over. Y/N is an aunt of two. We'll be okay, relax." Nessa sighed out pouting her lips, "I know, it’s just the first time leaving her with someone so long. Please call me if somethings unclear. Don’t hesitate!" Richy and I nodded and told her to have fun before she eventually left our apartment. "Let’s get the party started", Richarlison laughed.

Since Liliana was only three months old, she almost spent the whole time sleeping. She would wake up and cry every now and then, signaling she was hungry. Every time I was about to get up and prepare the food for her, Richarlison stopped me and did it instead.

"No amor, I'll do it", he insisted and jumped up once she was crying again, stopping me from getting up another time. I grabbed his hand and smiled as I looked up to him, "Let me do it at least once." He pressed his lips together. "But… no, please. She’s so adorable."

"I know she is, but you’ve been with her all day. How about you look for a movie meanwhile, hm?", I suggested. He groaned, but finally nodded and dropped himself back onto the couch, clicking through Netflix. I prepared Lilianas bottle, checked the temperature and picked her up before feeding her on my arm. Richarlison watched us with a wide grin. "What?", I chuckled when I noticed.

"Have you ever thought about getting a baby anytime soon?" My eyes widened at his question, I almost let Lilianas bottle fall in shock. That was something I didn’t expect, for sure. "Uhm, I.. uh", I stuttered, refusing to look at him while my cheeks heated up, "How soon? I mean, yes I would love to have a baby some day, but… soon?" Richy quietly laughed as he noticed how nervous I got. "I have actually been thinking about it a lot, especially after every time I see Liliana. We both obviously love kids, we do have some experience. Finances are positive", he paused for a second, "And I can't imagine a better mother for my children. I really want to grow a family with you, Y/N. I'm not saying it has to happen right away, but maybe we could… you know, just see what happens?" I got so overwhelmed by the things Richarlison was saying, I didn’t even notice Liliana was choking on her food. "Oh oh oh", Richy exclaimed, taking Liliana out of my arm and held her over his shoulder, slightly tapping her back. The way he didn’t even care about the vomit on his shirt - he simply cleared her up and continued rocking her back and forth on his arms while having a huge smile on his face. I breathed in heavily, "Let’s see what happens." He quickly turned around to look at me. The disbelief, but also the joy in his eyes was clear to see. "Really?", he asked. I nodded, nibbling on my bottom lip. "I know you'll be a great dad", I started, "And maybe I'll be a pretty good mother too." Richarlison softly pecked your lips and stroked your stomach. "Richarlison Jr. in the making", he said, making you both laugh.

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talonslockau · 6 months ago

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Forest of Secrets - Chapter 25

Chapter 24 || Index || Chapter 26

It was halfway to sunhigh when Peppermask and Fireheart finally padded into camp, heads held high as they carried their prey. They had done well in their early morning hunt - Peppermask had caught two squirrels drawn out by the sun’s warming rays, and Fireheart had managed to nab a surprisingly plump robin. The day was already looking to be a good one, and it had only just started.

“And just where have you two been?” He blinked out of his thoughts as he heard a familiar low rumble, glancing to see Tigerclaw storming towards them. The two ignored the deputy as they trotted across camp to deposit their prey, a move which only incensed him further. “I did not give you permission to go hunting!”

The ginger tom swiped his tongue around his mouth, licking the last bits of robin blood from his teeth. It was all he would get until sunhigh, and that was only if the hunting patrols brought back enough prey to feed all of the Clan. “Why do we need your permission to go hunting, Tigerclaw? It’s leafbare, and the Clan needs all the prey it can get. Or would you prefer us to return our catch back to where we found it?”

The tabby’s amber eyes widened in shock at his sudden laidback demeanor. Fireheart had always treated the deputy with respect, even if he hadn’t deserved it. The shift in attitude had clearly caught the murderer off guard. “You do when you’ve already been assigned to another patrol! Riverclan threatened us just last night for stealing prey, and we need every paw we can to make sure we’re ready for their inevitable retaliation.” He snarled in the young warrior’s unbothered face.

Once, such aggression would have made him cower, but knowing that it wouldn’t be long until the tabby was punished for his crimes made Fireheart more courageous than usual. “Peppermask and I couldn’t sleep, so we went hunting. I asked Tinyfrost to cover for me in case I couldn’t make it back in time. The Riverclan border is safe, and we have freshkill. Don’t get your tail in a twist over it.”

The deputy’s white-tipped tail lashed furiously at the comment. “And you think you can just decide-”

“Oh, hush, Tigerclaw.” Fireheart’s ears perked up as he heard another familiar voice, turning to see Whitestorm approach. “Fireheart did his duty, and more besides. There’s no reason to pick on him just because he wasn’t here for the assignment of patrols.” The senior warrior’s warm golden eyes turned to the ginger cat beside him. “Speaking of, you’ll be on the Twolegplace border patrol with Lionheart and myself after sunhigh. And Peppermask, you’ll be hunting with Tigerclaw and I for the rest of the morning.”

Peppermask dipped her head respectfully. “Of course, Whitestorm, I’m sorry we kept you waiting.”

The snowy tom shrugged slightly. “It seems like the prey must be running well with what you two brought back, so perhaps we’ll be able to make up for lost time if we leave now.”

“It took a while, but it seems the warmth of the sun has brought them out. I think the prey can feel that today will be a good thaw.” She glanced apologetically to Frieheart. “Sorry I can’t stay around to help you, but I hope you won’t mind being in camp alone.”

Tigerclaw’s eyes narrowed at her words. “Help him with what, exactly?”

Fireheart gave her a quick nod in understanding. They’d planned to tell Bluestar the truth together, but time was more important right now. If he had to tell her by himself, so be it. “Well, part of the reason I couldn’t sleep is because there’s a drip over our nests. Peppermask and I decided while hunting that we’d try and fix it together when we got back, but I’ll just have to try and do it myself.” He fibbed quickly, recalling the night not so long ago when they’d been awoken under those circumstances. Sandstorm had indeed kept her promise to fix it, but with how little Tigerclaw seemed to be around, he doubted that the deputy knew that.

The deputy’s lip curled disdainfully. “I don’t care about your little kittypet problems.” He snapped, swiftly turning away towards the entrance. “Come on, you two. We’re wasting daylight standing here.”

Peppermask gave her friend an apologetic glance over her shoulder as she and Whitestorm followed after the deputy. It was alright, though - Fireheart knew all too well that the tabby traitor wouldn’t have that attitude for much longer.

He quickly surveyed the camp to see who was still left. Willowbranch was guarding the prison, and Dappleshine was sitting near the nursery watching the camp. He could hear the squeals of Goldenflower’s litter playing inside, but aside from that, the camp was empty and still. It seemed the dawn patrols hadn’t yet returned, and the rest of camp was out hunting.

His heartbeat quickened as he padded towards Bluestar’s den. He would never get a better opportunity than this - no cat around to interrupt them or even overhear them. “Bluestar?” He called softly into the lichen strands that shaded her den. “Are you in?” She hadn’t been assigned to either of the dawn patrols, he knew, but there was always a chance she was out hunting with the rest of the camp.

“Fireheart?” He perked his ears as he heard her call his name in response. “Yes, of course, come in. What can I do for you?”

He took a deep breath to steel himself before walking through the moss curtain. This was it - the big moment he’d been waiting for. “I… I have something to tell you.” He mewed slowly, trying not to rush over his words in his nervous excitement. “Tigerclaw - he isn’t the cat you think he is.”

The silver leader was lying in her mossy nest, her coat freshly groomed. At his words, her head tilted slightly. “What do you mean, Fireheart? Tigerclaw is a good deputy. Starclan themselves chose him to lead Thunderclan when I’m gone.”

Part of him wanted to dispute her words, but he knew from Yellowfang that was a pointless task. “I can’t speak to what Starclan believes,” He began steadily, “but I do know that Tigerclaw broke the code to try and become deputy, and I have reason to believe he’ll do it again to become leader.”

Her icy gaze narrowed further. “Speak plainly, Fireheart. What do you think Tigerclaw has done?”

He closed his eyes and took another breath to steady himself, his heart beginning to race faster and faster. This was it - what they had all been working towards for so many moons. “Tigerclaw killed Redtail.”

Silence stretched for what felt like an eternity within the leader’s den. After several painful heartbeats, he dared open his eyes to see Bluestar’s spine bristling and ears lowered - but not flattened and blocking him out. “That is a serious accusation.” She finally warbled. “How could you know this? You were not there - you were not even a part of Thunderclan then.”

Fireheart dipped his head respectfully. “I know it is. And I would not come to you unless I had proof to back up my words.” He glanced skyward, though only the stone wall of the cave greeted him. “I speak on behalf of a cat who was there - who cannot speak for himself any longer.”

“Ravenspirit.” He nodded as his leader breathed the name aloud. “Very well. I will hear you out, but know that what you are accusing Tigerclaw of has very serious implications for all the cats involved - Ravenspirit included. Do not besmirch his name for a flight of fancy.”

“I would never.” His mind was racing, trying to figure out where to start. At last, he looked up into Bluestar’s eyes. “Do you remember what Tigerclaw said happened at the battle of Sunningrocks?”

She looked suspicious, but slowly nodded. “I do. Oakheart had his warriors pin ours down… and then killed Redtail in cold blood.” Pain flashed across her gaze at the thought of her deputy, lost so tragically and senselessly.

“Did that not seem strange to you at the time?” He questioned softly. “I never knew him, but every cat I’ve met spoke of Oakheart with great respect, as a noble warrior and deserving deputy of Riverclan. And it would take more than a couple of warriors to pin down Tigerclaw alone.”

The leader didn’t respond to his question, seemingly lost in thought. After giving her a moment, he slowly continued. “Not to mention that the patrol that day was only supposed to watch the border around Sunningrocks, as Riverclan had been scented trespassing in the forest. They did not have enough cats to fight a battle for Sunningrocks. Am I wrong?”

He paused, and after a long moment Bluestar sighed wearily. “... No. You’re not.” She mewed at last, looking back up into his gaze. “You clearly know what you’re speaking of. Did Ravenspirit tell you all this, before he died?”

“He did.” Part of him was tempted to confide in her that the young black tom still lived, but there was no point in that - not now, anyways. “He told me that that day, they found Oakheart leading a hunting patrol on our territory. Redtail wanted to get reinforcements, but Tigerclaw insisted on defending our territory. They attacked, and drove the Riverclan patrol back to Sunningrocks.”

He took another deep breath before continuing. “Ravenspirit said that the fighting was thick, and that he didn’t see what happened next as he fought an apprentice and warrior off. The next thing he knew, Redtail came flying by, shouting that Oakheart was dead.”

Bluestar’s ear flicked impatiently, and he paused for her to speak. “Do you realize what you’re saying? That means that Redtail killed Oakheart.” She mewed, her tone laced with a familiar venom. “Redtail followed the code, always. He would never kill another warrior, not even in self-defense.”

“That’s what Ravenspirit thought, too.” He replied smoothly. “And why he never told you what happened before he died. He respected Redtail as much as any cat in the Clan, and he would never smear his name.”

Her whiskers twitched in irritation. “And you would?”

“If I knew it to be the truth.” Fireheart mewed, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he spoke. “But I also trust Ravenspirit’s judgement. I knew that if he believed that Redtail would not kill Oakheart, there must be another explanation for what happened.” He glanced behind him at the moss curtain, but the light streaming through showed it was empty. “Last night, when I went to the Gathering, I spoke with Mistyskip and Graypool. I asked them the Riverclan perspective of what happened at Sunningrocks. I had hoped to find out if Ravenspirit was telling the truth, once and for all.”

The leader’s eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of the Riverclanners, but she nodded nonetheless. “I see. And what did they tell you?”

“Oakheart was not killed by a cat.” Her eyes widened in surprise as he spoke, but he hurried on before she could interrupt. “The rains the night before had made some of the stones unstable. When he and Redtail were fighting, they accidentally hit one such stack of stones. Redtail was able to escape, but Oakheart was crushed beneath them.”

Bluestar’s gaze slowly traced across the floor of her den as he halted. “I see.” She mewed slowly, her voice sounding almost winded. “So Oakheart’s death… was a mere accident?”

“Indeed.” Fireheart answered, watching her whiskers twitch thoughtfully. “Mistyskip said that it was a tragic death, but that her father could ask for no better death than one in battle. She also said that any Riverclanner would tell you the same - even Crookedstar, in front of all the Clans, if it was necessary.”

More pain flashed through the leader’s eyes, even as her lip curled disdainfully. “I don’t care about whether Riverclan thinks his death was noble.” She snapped, her voice filled with an unnecessary venom that caught him off-guard. After a moment, she looked up, her eyes softening at his expression. “But if what you say is true, then…”

“Then at the very least, Tigerclaw lied to the Clan.” Fireheart finished for her firmly. “He claimed to kill Oakheart, but he didn’t. And not only that, but Redtail was still alive when Oakheart died.”

He saw the silver queen’s breathing catch for a heartbeat as he spoke. “That may be true.” She mewed at last, her voice slow and distant. “But how can you be sure it was Tigerclaw that killed Redtail, and not another Riverclanner? Ravenspirit…” She trailed off briefly, slowly shaking her head. “Tigerclaw was often harsh on his son, hoping it would strengthen him into a mighty warrior. I did not agree with it, but it was not my place to meddle. Regardless, it likely bred resentment against his father. I know you trusted his judgement, but it’s not impossible that he invented a fanciful story to incriminate his father in response to the pressure he was under.”

Fireheart dipped his head respectfully. This was a question they had been expecting, and why they had waited so long to get proof once and for all that what Ravenspirit had witnessed was real. “I have proof that every word Ravenspirit spoke was true.” He mewed, raising his head high with certainty.

The leader flicked her tail for him to speak. “Before Oakheart’s death, Redtail attacked Stonestep - Oakheart’s son.” He told her, his muscles tense as he recalled what they had just learned. “Oakheart pulled Redtail off of Stonestep, and Ravenspirit very clearly heard him tell Redtail, ‘You of all cats should know better than to attack that warrior.’ Ravenspirit didn’t know what he meant, and neither did Stonestep or Mistyskip - his own children.”

Fireheart’s voice was hushed as he spoke, not wanting it to echo outside of the cave. These words were for Bluestar only to hear - a trusted secret that he would not dare share anywhere else. She sat as still as stone as he spoke, and he only assumed she wanted him to continue.

“That is why I talked to Graypool, who raised his children. She told me that Stonestep, Mistyskip, and Mosspatch were not her real kits - but that their mother was a Thunderclanner. They never knew - and still don’t - but Oakheart did, and evidently so did Redtail.” And so do you, he wanted to add - he had no doubt she had witnessed their mother’s exile. Still, that wasn’t important right now. “Don’t you see? Those Thunderclan kits were given to Oakheart long ago, season-cycles before Ravenspirit or I were born. How would he make up something he never knew? How would I make up something I never knew?”

For several long moments they sat in silence, the Thunderclan leader not moving. For a moment, he wondered if she was even breathing at all, but then she glared up at him and gave him a mighty hiss. “And you believed this nonsense?” She spat furiously at him.

The sudden anger caught him off-guard once more. “What? But I-”

“This isn’t what I expected from you, Fireheart.” She snarled, standing in her nest and unsheathing her claws. He backed up, suddenly afraid she was about to attack him. “Listening to a Riverclan elder’s gossip and treating it as truth? She was clearly playing off your fears - tricking you, deceiving you into believing this pack of falsehoods.” Her tail lashed behind her, beginning to bristle as she advanced on the bewildered young warrior. “Focus on your duties instead of bothering me with such tall tales and nonsense. I don’t want you to ever bother me about this again. Do you understand?”

He stared at her in shock. Not moments ago, she had been so receptive to what he was saying. Why had she suddenly changed her mind? “I-”

“Go!” He turned tail and rushed out of the den at her simple command, his mind full of confusion. He didn’t know what was happening, but he knew one thing - that from now on, Bluestar would never hear another word against Tigerclaw’s treachery. He had failed.

#talonslock #the prophecies begin #warrior cats #fanfic #thunderclan #talonslock story #forest of secrets #fireheart #peppermask #tigerclaw #whitestorm #bluestar

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timaeusterrored · 2 years ago

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V knew what was up the second he got home. So he took his sweet time unwinding. Kerry was leaned on the balcony outside, smoking, and Vax noted he got through two and a half by the time he made it outside.

“There you are.” The door slid shut behind V, Kerry turned his head before turning back to look out. “Hey.” He took another drag.

V slid his hands over his hips connecting them around his lover’s waist and leaned into him, kissing his shoulder. “Rough day?” He asked softly. “You’re way too calm about your identity being leaked.” Kerry said sourly. He was simply calm for Kerry’s sake. He knew if he was freaked out and angry, Kerry would feed off of it and would make his anger worse.

“There’s no point in being angry with you. You did everything you could, it’s not your fault and they still don’t have my face. It could have been a lot worse.” There was more to this, V knew that. He had been with Kerry for nearly five years now and knew he was upset about another thing.

“Just so you know..” V whispered, holding Kerry a bit tighter. “I like you older.. older means you’re still here.”

“Older means I’m leaving you sooner.” Kerry grumbled. “Older means every fucking screamsheet is calling you a gold digger, or sugar baby, or whatever the fuck else. Older means-“

“Baby.” Kerry stopped his rant and V noted his hands were shaking as he brought his hand up to take another drag of his cigarette. V held him closer, frowning. He knew Kerry was upset about this whole thing because yes he did love V, but it was getting under his skin and reaching an insecurity that they didn’t discuss much of.

“You being older means you lived long enough to have me. And I have lived long enough to have you. You are my world, my lover, my caretaker-“

“You’re just repeating your vows now and I will cry if you start that shit.” Kerry laughed weakly. They had both cried on their wedding day, V had just been able to start walking again. Kerry had proposed the first day after Vik told him he’d be okay to be alone now.

“You being older.. means the fucking world to me in ways you don’t get. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t brought me home, and took care of me.. I was so close to losing you.. and look at us now.”

Kerry didn’t say anything, but V realized silent tears were falling down his face. “Remember what you told me? On the roof and on the yacht.. life loops and all that?” Kerry nodded, gripping the railing to the balcony.

“You broke the loop of pain and grieving, you’re back on the top, you have me. Who gives a fuck what sad interviewers think and the fucking screamsheets? If they are jealous that you chose me well, they can suck it up.”

Kerry was still staring out at the city, gripping the balcony like if he let go, he’d fall. V wouldn’t let him fall, never again. Kerry inhaled, held it, then exhaled before turning to face him. He gently pushed his fist into V’s chest before pulling him down for a kiss, holding his face like it was the only important thing in his life.

“Let’s go to bed, you’ve had a long day. I wanna take care of you.” V whispered, wiping one of Kerry’s tears away. Kerry did the rest, rubbed his mouth and nodded, as if trying to fix himself. Like he wasn’t in front of the man who had promised to love and take care of him until they end of their days. He took V’s hand and lead him back inside.

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angst-king · 1 year ago

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Bring your child to work day

(this is another Parent Hawks + chronically ill child reader...reader is gender neutral)) You were always in Recovery girl’s office when your Papa had work. This was nothing new as you had a few health problems that made Hawks extremely uneasy leaving you with just a regular daycare center. You’d met all of the other staff members and a few students since you’ve been here, of course, Recovery Girl being the first. She was always very kind and patient with you and took care of you as if you were her own. She often thought of you as her grandchild to some capacity. When word got around to the students that Hawk’s child was in there, Recovery Girl had to keep a close eye on you to make sure you were safe as she knew how cruel people could be. Plus she always enjoyed having you, you were also her little helper. You were always looking to find a way to help out. You learned a lot of medical things that included how to better take care of yourself due to your conditions. She was the one to teach both you and Keigo how to change your feeding tube, how to do daily maintenance, and helped you with memorizing the medications you were on. She gave you a cool notebook to help you keep track, and Midnight gifted you an entire sticker book!

Today was a little different though, the hero courses had started their mentorships which meant Hawks would be at the school on some days to help out. You were rather shy and some of the students made you nervous, so you would always wait for Keigo to come and get you from the office and have lunch with you. Though since today was a special day-bring your child to work day- you wanted to try it. At first, Keigo had offered but you declined as you were afraid of the older kids bullying you, even though Keigo reassured you he wouldn’t let anything happen. He understood your reasons and didn’t press further. However, with some encouragement from Recovery Girl, you decided to surprise him with lunch. Recovery Girl went to the cafeteria and picked out a lunch for you to share with Keigo after you told her what he likes and came back. You had your medical backpack all ready to go, so Recovery Girl takes you by the hand and takes you out of the office. You’d never been far from her office though, the farthest was you ending up in the teacher’s lounge to get a teacher she needed to speak with. So this was very new to you. Walking down the -thankfully- empty hallway. The bright lights and plane floor tiles weren’t much to be excited about as you hummed happily. The only thing on your mind was about how the students would react. Sure you’d met a few like Izuku who was in the old lady’s office almost as much as you, he was sweet and funny. So you didn’t mind him but you’d always heard rumors about the others. You heard about Katsuki Bakugou, or as recovery called him ‘the loud explosive one’. You heard out Mineta….yeah there were many names everyone had for him. You heard about Kirishima, or ‘the loud one’s best friend with shark teeth’. And many others, sure they didn’t sound too bad but that didn’t take away your anxieties. What if they made fun of you? Started rumors about you for being a sick kid, you always did think you looked weird with all tubes and the backpack!

You were so consumed in thought that you hadn’t noticed that you’d made it to the classroom. “We’re here kiddo, you ready to go in?” You made a small whimper and held onto the little lunch box while looking at the floor nervously. Recovery Girl knew you were scared about this and said. “Look sweetie, if anything happens you’re always welcome to come back to my office okay? You’re still brave for trying” Her voice is soft and motherly as she pats you on the head. You took a deep breath before nodding and turning to the door to knock. “Come in!” You twist the nob and push the door open with your eyes closed and your breath held, ready to turn tail in an instant. There was a small gasp then an excited noise. “Oh wow! Hi fledgeling!” You opened your eyes to see your father at the teacher’s desk quickly getting up and hurrying towards you. He scoops you up into his arms with a wide grin. “What are you doing here?” He wasn’t upset when he asked this he was rather enthusiastic.

“I-I…I brought you lunch” You stammered out the bright grin grew wider with surprise. “You did! Thank you so much!” He sets you down and you hold out the lunch box, he gratefully takes the box and opens it up. Seeing all the goodies you asked Recovery Girl to pack, Hawks knelt hugged you, and thanked you once again. “Wow, this is so cool Fledgeling, thanks.” Then he asked you if you wanted to stay and eat with him. At first, you hesitated and looked behind you to see Recovery Girl smiling in the doorway. You sighed and agreed to stay with him for today. So he takes you over to the desk and lets you sit with him in his lap. The other students noticed you once you opened the door though hadn’t said anything the entire time. Finally, as you ate one of the tater-tots in the lunch box Denki spoke up. “Didn’t know you had a kid, Hawks” Keigo looked up from the desk and nodded smiling. “Yup, this is my lil chickadee!” You shyly waved to the class before trying to hide your face in Keigo’s chest earning a small chuckle and a few ‘aww’. “They’re shy and get nervous around people, but I love them!” “How old are they?” “5 they’ll be turning 6 soon!” “Oooh cool, big kid!” Kaminari didn’t seem so scary, pretty playful actually, though those like Katsuki still made you wanna stay in your hiding place. The rest of lunch was spent with them asking Keigo questions about you though none of them made any sort of rude comments or remarks. This puts you at ease allowing you to not be so on edge. When it was time for class to restart you were about to leave as you didn’t wanna disrupt your Father’s teaching time and you had to take your medicine. You hopped off his lap and put your backpack on when Keigo asked where you were going. “You have class now, I don’t wanna bother you.” You answered, he shook his head and picked you up. “You’re not a bother kiddo, it’s why I wanted you to come earlier. You hanging out in here while I teach is fine. Besides it's just worksheet stuff that they have to do and I’m just here to help them.” He places you back in his lap and gently plays with your hair promising you’re not a burden for staying. “O-okay. I have to take my meds though.” “Are they still in your bag?” “mhm” “Okay, I can help you with them if you want.” You nod quietly and shrug off your bag, placing it on the desk and letting Keigo go through it. He finds the medicine organizer, needless syringe, tiny cup, and bottle of water. Filling up one syringe with water he gives it to you so you can flush your feeding tube clean while he crushes up your pills and prepped them to be administered. When he pushed the medicine through the tube some of the students asked about it. “What’s that stuff for?” “huh? Oh, it is medicine lil fledgling has to take to keep from getting too sick since their stomach doesn’t work properly.” “Oh man that sucks, gotta take medicine for the rest of their life.” “yeah it does but, my little buddy takes it like a champ” Keigo praises while kissing the top of your head and letting you pack your stuff back up.

You weren’t as nervous around them by the end as they proved to be pretty sweet in actuality. It took a bit of talking on Keigo’s end for you to show them the sticker book Midnight gave you. By the end of it, you were talking to them about one of your favorite cartoons and comics. Keigo was proud to see you talking to them knowing how you tended to be terrified of older kids. When it was time to go, Keigoo scooped you up as you were dozing off and carried you out to the car as you sleepily waved ‘goodbye’ to the class.

“Thanks for hanging out with me today Fledgling” Keigo says as he places you in your car seat, you were already asleep by the time he said this but he didn’t mind.

#hope yall like it #mha parent scenarios

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bubblyleaf-42 · 6 months ago

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Walvion: The Nightmare

* Lights flashed, in the brief absence of shadow, faces full of bloody teeth chomped at me. Clouds swirled and blocked me from entering the mossy room. Chains shot up from the ground and wrapped themselves around my neck. They dragged me down and broke my knees and shredded my legs as I was pulled through a grate. I choked for air and I drowned in my blood. The chains snapped, as did my neck. Everything went black and I felt my body falling. I hit the ground. Hard. I splattered across the cobbled pavement like pumpkins filled with paint. My body gasped as my spirit left my ruined form, taunting me.*

Water splashed on my face. My eyes opened and I sprung up. Euclapidice placed his hand on my shoulder and looked at me. His eyes were like honey when the sun shined on them. “Did it happen again?” I asked.

“Yes it did, little stalker. Perhaps it’s time to see the mages.” Euclapidices said calmly “this is the fifth time you’ve had this dream since you’ve told me about it.” He was right, this is the same nightmare I had when I was chained to the pole. I just never thought they would get worse in my time healing. I was lucky Euclapidices was here. He helped me recover initially after they removed the cuffs from my wrists. Five weeks ago

According to Euclapidices the group I was supposed to be with had noticed my absence. They questioned where I was only to learn I had been punished for committing an offense. That was all they were told. Luckily for them, and me, Euclapidices had learned more about my situation gradually from his father. Apparently they were planning to come back to kill me if I was somehow alive, which I was.

After learning about what was going to be my fate, Euclipdices organized a party to find me. They had used a crystal ball to locate me and learn of my condition. They then planned where to take me and how to get me there. They had waited until it rained for cover for their attempt to dave me as cover. Euclapidices had stolen Zues’ lightning bolt and used it to destroy the pole it was chained to. He sent down a scouting party to take care of any intruders as he tried to distract his father.

The party worked to create a false copy of me and took me away to their rendezvous location.

“By the gods how is he still alive?” Witxha cried out “i mean he’s only mortal, and look at him, he’s all red and covered in scratched and several wounds” “Dear dwarfs, he’s been cuffed. With how long he’s been chained up I doubt he has any flesh underneath those metal prisons. Poor soul” Fenrir trembled when he looked at my injuries. “I sincerely hope the healers can help him.”

Two weeks ago “I heard Asterion carried him from the realm of the gods all the way across the cosmos just in time to have the healers work their magic.” Euclapidices said outside of my room.

“Yes, he was fortunate nobody had decided to leave him there any longer. We reviewed his place of imprisonment, it was surrounded by shadow wolves. They were attracted to the smell of rotting organs left behind by him. I'm surprised he was able to feed himself as long as he did, truly impressive how long he held in.” one of the healers said. Another healer added “i examined his injuries, his feet after full recovery should be around 30% scar tissue. The flesh on his wrists, lets just say, without the crimson newtwart, he wouldn't have any now.”

“Yes, his prolonged exposure to the realm’s sun was damaging to his hair and body, many parts of his hair have been permanently bleached and severe sunburns covered his face and back. His skin was peeling for the first few days, but the plasteria mixture should help with that in the next week.” the first healer said

I listened to their conversation for several minutes as they discussed my condition. Eventually a third healer came by and checked on me, they said I was lucky to be alive, they still don't believe a mortal like me could hold on for so long. Honestly, I don't blame them, I would be surprised if I didn't do it myself.

I looked to the stand to my side, it had my gauntlet sitting there. It appeared to absorb the light coming in from the window, it looked beautiful glowing like that. Witxha said the dwarves tried to melt it down along with the cuffs that kept me to the pole. She took it away from them saying about how I should have input about my belongings. I still can't believe I don't know what it does, I've had it for some time, yet it’s a mystery to me.

I guess it’s safe to say, I've been having nightmares recently. I've been told it’s a normal thing to have while recovering from trauma. I mean I guess sure, I've heard of soldiers at home having something similar after returning from war, but it wasn't like that. It was different. I continued to listen to the healers talk outside my room before I fell asleep to Euclapidices voice. It was soothing to listen to when I couldn't do anything else. I wasn't allowed to walk because my feet were swollen and my wrists needed time to fuse back together. Despite all of that, I wasn't bothered by my legs aching. I was used to it when I worked in my parents' field all summer long all those years.

As i healed, i just wished to be back home, with my family and buy bread at the market. Until then, all I could do was wait. I spoke to my new friends often as they visited me. I told them about my home, and they would tell me tales of their followers and their pasts. It was fun learning about so many different people. Besides my village, all I knew about other people was the village on the other side of the mountain. All they did was herd sheep and make wool.

3 days ago

I woke up in a cold sweat, the dream was back, more frequent. It took over everything I dreamt about, very few things were left. I no longer dreamt about my family, it seemed odd. Cold. Saddening, but I couldn't help it. These dreams seemed to take place in the shadow realm that the slime attacked me in. i looked down at the purple scars that sprawled across my torso, they seemed to be different after the healers applied some sticky gel stuff to them, they were a deeper shade, and seemed to be softer at the edges than before. They told me these scars along with the ones from my imprisonment would likely be life long if they did not fade over time. I was okay with that, I had scars on my back from lashings when the field masters deemed my work to be unsatisfying. At least these ones looked cooler.

I tried to ease myself back to sleep but it seemed even more difficult than just laying there. So I stared out the tinted window until the sky lightened with a honey color. Eventually Euclapidices came into my room to serve me breakfast and talk to me about the duties he serves in the council. I listen as he describes the reactions of the gods when they learn I have disappeared. Many think I simply died and the decaying waste left behind is me after the creatures of the forest had their ways with me. Others think I escaped and tried to cover my tracks. A few are skeptical but can't prove their theories otherwise. I have no idea where we are, nobody wants to tell me for some reason. It must be for safety, maybe it’s so i don't accidentally leak our location. I doubt that though I couldn't do anything about it, I can move my legs unless I want to spend more time in bed.

Euclapidices kept talking for a bit before stopping. He looked at me, and thought of something. I could see it in his eyes. They looked the same as the sky, a deep rich color. Shiny as the rays beamed through the window. His eyes looked back at me, scanning almost. I don't know how he feels about my injuries. I know he’s concerned, I hear him ask the healers for updates, and I see him look at my bandages as they soak up fluids. His voice broke my concentration. “You look pale little stalker, how long have you been awake?” It was soft, concerned. I blushed a little and answered him. “Several hours, I keep having nightmares and I can't sleep some nights.” “Ah, Witxha tells me of your tumbles in your sleep. I merely assumed that's how you slept, but now that you bring this to my attention I'll try to figure out something for you.” Euclapidice tells me. “Um, you don't have to Eucla…” I began to say.

Euclapidices interrupted me. “It’s not a problem, you're in pain and I can see it in your eyes as you lay there unable to move.” his voice trembled slightly. “I will alert the healers and see if they have something for you.”

He left the room and I sat there finishing my meal he brought me. I smiled to myself as I thought of the son of Zeus looking for medicines to help me. A simple guy who happened to run into him in the dark.

Now

“Yes it did, little stalker. Perhaps it’s time to see the mages.” Euclapidices said calmly “this is the fifth time you’ve had this dream since we rescued you.”

I sighed. “Yeah, so what do we have to do?” i asked him “You wait here and I will go get Asterion and we will make our way to the mages.” Euclapidice handed me a towel and left the room. After I dried myself, he returned shortly with the minotaur. “Ah, you seem to be better, what’s the matter friend?” Asterion asked “Euclapidices wants to take me to the mages to sort out a nightmare problem I have.” i told Asterion Asterion took a second to think. “Your stories seem to line up, I will help you,” he said.

Asterion proceeded to wrap my legs with a blanket and picked me up. Euclapidices grabbed my hands and led us through the valetudinaria. His hands were softer than I expected, they felt smooth as skipping rocks and smelled lightly of cardamom. When we arrived at the mages, his arm tensed and I could feel his grip tighten around my fingers. He hesitated slightly to knock but did it anyway. The door opened and Witxha was inside. She guided us to the center room where a bed was waiting for me. Asterion placed me down and Euclapidices placed his hands on my abdomen.

“I will be back with the mages, don't get into trouble, little stalker.” Euclapidices said to me.

As he left, Asterion unwrapped my legs. He looked at me as he did so “Don't move these once I place them down, okay?” Asterion sternly said.

“Okay.” I replied.

As Asterion placed my leg on the bed I winced. “Sorry there, i didn't mean to cause you harm” Asterion apologized. “You’re fine, i just haven't moved much in a while.'' I said reassuringly. “Alright then. You're all set. I'll be back after the mages are done doing whatever. Goodbye young mortal friend.” Asterion turned to leave.

“Thank you Asterion, see you later.” i said Eventually Euclapidices returned with the mages. A low rolling fog followed them as the entered the room. “Alright, let's see what we can do here.” one of them said.

#bubblyleaf #walvion #original story

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wheresarizona · 1 year ago

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Terra Incognita

pairing: Javier Peña/f!Virgin Reader (no physical descriptions)

summary: Being the secretary for the attaché, Javier Peña, isn’t too bad. In the months you’ve worked together, he’s warmed up to you. Having flirty conversations daily and being the only recipient of his rare smiles you know all means nothing since he’s your boss; your unattainable, unbelievably attractive boss you have a raging crush on. Then he decides to do the unthinkable and asks you out for a drink, and not an innocent, HR-approved drink between colleagues, but a forbidden, going on a date drink—that goes so well you ask him to take your virginity and make you orgasm for the first time.

He happily obliges.

rating: E (18+!! No y/n, can be read as age gap (reader’s age is unspecified, but she’s at least 23), Soft Javier Peña, Inexperienced Reader, boss/employee relationship (very consensual, he puts you in control), explicit smut, loss of virginity, first time, first orgasm (Javier teaches you how to touch yourself), unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie (it’s me), oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, masturbation (f), mirror sex, dirty talk, praise kink, spit mention, (1) spank, Javier being a consent king, sneaking around, insecurity, self-esteem issues, Javier making you feel beautiful, feelings, Javier being cute and flirty, talks of the future, Javier hating you think he’s too hot for you)

word count: 12.8k+

a/n: I got an ask about doing reader’s first time with Javier months ago, and this week, I finally had a chance to write it. There’s plot, there’s a lot of porn, this took on a life of its own, and I’m sorry about how long it took me to get around to it. I hope you enjoy! Takes place during Season 3 of Narcos, a couple of months before they get Gilberto. Thank you so much to @senorabond for betaing super last minute!

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

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“Peña,” he answers on the second ring.

Sitting at your desk outside Javier Peña’s office, you have the corded phone receiver held to your ear and documents in front of you that you’re preparing for his signatures.

“I have someone from the ambassador’s office on the other line,” you tell him. “I’m going to assume you’re in a meeting?”

He isn’t.

The smile is clear in his voice when he replies, “Yeah, I’m definitely in a meeting.”

“I’ll send them to your voicemail.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem, sir.”

“Just Javi.”

“It’s no problem, Just Javi.”

An amused breath leaves him. “Smartass.”

“I’m just calling you what you requested. I need to take care of this call. Bye, Just Javi.”

“Javi. Bye, Florecita (little flower).”

The nickname makes you smile, knowing he calls you it because there’s always a bouquet on your desk—today, it’s daisies.

Pressing a couple of buttons has you back on the line with the other person, apologizing that your boss is indisposed in a meeting and transferring them to his voicemail. Immediately, you return to the task you were working on before being interrupted.

Being the secretary for the attaché isn’t too bad.

For months now, you’ve worked with Javier, and at first, he didn’t even know what to do with you until requests started coming in for him to attend meetings, be on conference calls, and turn in paperwork by deadlines. That's when he tagged you in to be the keeper of his schedule. He was polite and professional at the beginning of your partnership, and a little sulky, which you figured had to do with the job. Over time, he still sulked, but he’s warmed up to you, especially with how you run interference with his calls that come through and keep him from talking to people who annoy him to the best of your ability. Occasionally, he has to speak to them; rarely, however, because you have no issue lying through your teeth for him—he gets grumpy after those calls so it’s better for him to hardly take them.

He’s friendlier now than when you first met, and the only time you’ve seen him crack a smile is when he’s talking to you. The first and every time after he has made you feel like you’re melting—yes, you have a crush on your boss.

Have you seen him?

Those suits? The hair? The mustache? His shoulder-to-waist ratio? His ass? He’s gorgeous, and you don’t have a chance in hell, so you bask in the smiles he gifts only to you, and the fun, flirty conversations that aren’t leading to anything since he’s your boss, and way out of your league.

Glancing at the watch on your wrist informs you it’s time for lunch—it’s crazy how quickly time flies when you’re working sometimes. The small stack of papers on your desk gets stapled and set off to the side and out of the way. When you pull open your bottom desk drawer, your purse is in there, along with two small paper lunch sacks. Pulling the latter out, one is set in the space the papers once occupied, and the other you carry as you roll your chair back and get up. It’s only a handful of steps to the closed door, rapping your knuckles against it twice.

“Come in,” says a voice from inside.

Opening the door, you make your way in, closing it behind you. Your boss is sitting at his desk sans his navy blue suit jacket, a cigarette cushioned between his plush lips, wisps of smoke rising from it as he reads over documents.

That’s another thing about Javier—you’re pretty sure he lives on coffee and cigarettes, not buying it anytime he says he’s quitting them.

To be annoying, you put the paper bag directly over what he’s reading. His head pops up to look at you with his big, brown puppy dog eyes, his fingers pulling the lit nicotine from his mouth and depositing it into the glass ashtray he keeps within reach.

“I’ve told you, you don’t have to bring me lunch,” his words come out in a deep rasp.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you can’t help but snort, noticing his gaze dropping to your bosom for a split second before it’s back on yours.

“That’s a lie,” you reply, and he frowns. “You always forget to eat because you’re too busy working. So, the solution is for me to bring you food. That way, you can eat and keep doing all your important stuff.”

His eyes dart away as he sighs. “Can I pay you for the lunches?” he asks. “You probably didn’t have making lunch for your helpless boss in your food budget.”

You smile. “I didn’t, but I’m happy to make them for you. There’s no need for you to pay me for the food.”

His eyes meet yours. “There’s gotta be some way for me to thank you.” He sits back in his chair, letting you take in the ample breadth of his shoulders in his white dress shirt, his red patterned tie running down the center of his chest. “How about I take you out for a drink tonight?”

That causes your brain to record scratch.

“A drink… with me?” you answer slowly.

There’s a confused expression on his face. “Yeah? I would’ve asked you sooner, but I’m always fucking working, and tonight I’m free—this entire weekend, I am, as long as I’m not called in.”

He would’ve asked you sooner?

“I know you are…” You are the keeper of his schedule. “It’s just a thank you drink…?”

His hand goes to his mouth, your eyes stuck on the journey his thumb makes, swiping over his bottom lip and wondering for the thousandth time what it’d be like to kiss him.

“Can be…” he answers, his eyes darkening when you look at them. “Or, it can be more if that’s what you want.”

He wants to go on a date with you?

“I like the sound of more,” you quietly reply.

“I like the sound of more, too.” And you’re gifted with one of his smiles, this one crooked and charming.

It makes you swallow, your skin feeling heated. “I just want to make sure I’m reading this right,” you start, feeling discombobulated. “You’re asking me out on a date, right? Me?” You point at yourself, so there’s no mistaking who you mean.

That confused look is back on his face as he leans forward. “Yes, I am asking you—” He points at you. “—to go out with me.” He points at himself. “Why are you so surprised? I like you.”

Your eyes widen.

“You like me?”

“Yes? Querida (Darling), why are you having trouble believing I’m interested in you?”

This is so embarrassing, you have to cover your face in your hands, your voice muffled when you answer, “Because you’re extremely attractive, and I’m me, and I’ve seen the women you normally go for.” Everybody knew about his one-night stand with the woman who worked here. “I’m nowhere near as beautiful as them.”

The sound of his chair wheels rolling met your ears, and seconds later, you jolt when big, warm hands are grabbing yours and pulling them away. A concerned look you’ve never seen is on his face, his thumbs rubbing over the backs of your hands.

“Don’t say that,” he says in a soothing tone. “Wanna know something?”

“Sure.”

“I find you more attractive.” You huff in disbelief. “I’m serious,” he continues. “Not only do you look beautiful—” His hand moves to cup your cheek. “—what’s inside you is beautiful, too, with how thoughtful and caring you are. You’re also funny and smart. I’ve been dying to take you out.” The sincerity in his gaze takes your breath away.

Has hell frozen over? Are pigs flying? How in the hell is this perfect specimen of a man interested in you? He’s adamant he is, and you know he’s telling the truth, which seems insane, yet it’s exhilarating. Your love life is non-existent; you’ve never even been in a relationship, not for lack of trying; it’s just no one’s ever been interested. Now, someone is, and he’s so hot. There’s just one big glaring problem…

“You’re my boss…” you point out. “We’re not allowed to have any kind of romantic relationship due to the fact there is a major power imbalance here.”

“The person who has all the power is you. You decide how far things go and if things should end. I’d never fire you or hurt your career in any way if you wanted nothing to do with me—I just wanna take you out for a drink, and from there, it’s all you.”

His last sentence causes a nervous flutter in your tummy.

“Okay, I’d like to get a drink with you. What’s your plan for us not being seen together?”

He smiles, taking a step closer so your bodies are practically touching, smelling his spicy cologne that makes your mouth go dry. “I’ll take you to this little hole-in-a-wall place I know. Can I pick you up at seven?”

You frown. “You know I live in a building full of people who work here—they’ll see you.” He’s occasionally driven you to and from work when the usual person you carpooled with was sick.

“I won’t go to your door. I can park in the back of the lot and call you to come out to me.”

“Have you put a lot of thought into this?” you ask.

His cheeks pink up while he looks away. “Yeah…”

The answer makes your heart pound in your chest, wondering what all he’s imagined, and something comes to mind, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“What, um, is your plan if after the drink we want to go somewhere quieter and more… secluded?”

His eyes are back on yours, his voice going a little deeper. “I’d take you back to my place.”

The thought of that both excites you and makes you nervous.

“People won’t see me?”

“No one from here—I had them put me up somewhere away from everyone else.”

“Oh.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

As soon as you say the word, his lips descend on yours, his hand cradling your head, his other arm wrapping around your back to pull you into him. This is a scenario you’ve daydreamed about countlessly; and the real thing? Even better than you imagined—his lips are soft and plush, the kiss tender, working his mouth against yours in a way that has something stirring low in your belly. He tastes like cigarettes and black coffee, which shouldn’t be as appealing as it is, your body feeling warm, the skin hot where he touches, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

The moment comes when your lungs ache for breath, and he kisses you one last time, ending it with a playful nip to your bottom lip, his own lifted in another smile. You’re breathing heavily, seeing his lips had reddened, his eyes heavy–lidded.

“Was it everything you hoped for?” he asks.

It’s hard to think, not knowing what he’s talking about.

“Huh?” you answer.

He’s smiling cheekily now.

“All the times you thought about kissing me—actually doing it, was it how you imagined?”

The way your stomach drops, feeling your face heat.

“Oh my god,” you gasp. “Was I that obvious?”

“Yeah. You don’t know how many fucking times I thought about giving you what you wanted.”

“I am so embarrassed.” You squeeze your eyes shut.

“Don’t be. I love it, and it gave me hope you’d agree to go out with me.”

Looking away, you tell him, “It was better…”

He grins, his head moving to kiss the side of your mouth, turning so your lips can meet. It’s quick, him whispering, “Yeah?” When he breaks away, nudging his nose against yours.

This sweetness has you feeling all gooey.

“Yes.”

“Eat lunch with me.”

“Is that an order from my boss or Javi?”

He sighs, pressing his forehead to yours. “It should’ve been a question from me, Javi—sorry.”

You smile, pecking him on the lips. “In that case, my answer is yes. I’ll need to go grab my food.”

Both of his arms hug around your middle, pressing his face into your neck. “I don’t wanna let you go yet.”

Hugging him back, you reply, “Okay,” kissing his hair.

Him being all touchy-feely and sweet is very unexpected but a welcome surprise.

The blinds are all closed on the glass walls that enclose a good portion of his office, and there’s no worry of anyone stumbling upon the two of you in this embrace since they’d knock first. With how his body relaxes into yours and the way he lets out a happy sigh, it seems this hug is something he’s needed, and you’re more than willing to give him the comfort.

“If you ever need a hug, just let me know,” you whisper.

His arms loosen, raising his head to look at you.

“Thanks. What, uh, if I need a kiss?”

You giggle. “Same. Just let me know.”

“I think I need one before you go.”

“I will be gone for less than thirty seconds.”

“It’s thirty seconds too long.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you reply in exasperation. “Kiss me, you goober.”

And he does, slotting his mouth against yours, kissing you.

It might’ve lasted seconds or a minute, you’re not sure, with how lost you get in his lips on yours and his body pressed so close. When he finally pulls away, you chase his mouth, and he chuckles, making you frown.

“Go get your lunch, Florecita,” he rasps. “We’ll eat, finish working, and tonight, I’ll kiss you as much as you want.”

Opening your eyes, they’re locked on his, smiling as you reply, “I like that plan.”

He has the same expression, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “I do, too.” With that, he gives your hips one last squeeze and walks to sit behind his desk again, and you make the quick trip to get your lunch and bring it back, shutting the door behind you.

Javier tries to get you to pull one of the chairs in front of his desk around to sit beside him; however, you give him a firm no in case someone comes by. Instead, you end up across from him, talking between bites of your sandwiches and chips.

There are things you already know about him, such as he’s from Texas, only his father is alive, and, of course, how he helped take down Pablo Escobar. During this lunch, you learn his mother passed away five years ago; he has no siblings but a large extended family, he dearly misses his mother’s tamales, he’s still good friends with Steve Murphy, and he grew up on a cattle ranch where his father still lives.

You finish your food, and you put all the garbage into the paper bag to throw out.

“What are your plans for the weekend?” you ask him. “I can’t remember the last time you had one off.”

“I haven’t.” He crumples up his trash in his own bag. “And I’m not sure yet what my plans are,” he answers with a wink, your mouth falling open.

Clearing your throat, you quickly get up, avoiding eye contact with how hot your face feels.

“What about you?” he asks.

“Um, I’m not sure, either.” The original plan was to deep clean your apartment, but now, with your date tonight and Javi having the whole weekend off, things might be changing.

“Maybe we can figure out something together tonight.”

“Maybe,” you reply, walking backward with your garbage in your hand, still avoiding looking at him. “I have to get back to work, Mr. Peña, sir—”

“Just Javi,” he interrupts.

“I have to get back to work, Just Javi, and pretend like I don’t know what it’s like to kiss you or think about how I’m going out with you tonight, so if you can do me a favor and not be sexy for the next—” You check your wristwatch. “—three hours and fifty-eight minutes, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

“I’ll try…?”

Your back bumps against the door.

“Great!” Taking a deep breath, you chance a glance at him to see he’s smiling. “Me?” you whisper in disbelief, reaching behind you to grab the door handle. “He likes me?”

Turning, you open the door, Javier saying loud enough for you to hear, “Yes, you,” and butterflies flutter rapidly around in your belly.

Thankfully, the rest of the day goes by quickly, the two of you staying very professional, aside from the one kiss he stole when you needed him to sign something.

When it was time to leave, you told him goodbye from the doorway, and he made you wait so he could walk you to the car park, where you went to catch a ride with your friend, and he walked to his Jeep.

With how nervous you were, dinner was light and quick once you got home, followed by taking your time to get all gussied up for your date—showering, getting out your cutest black dress, doing your hair and makeup, and spritzing on some perfume.

Doubt creeps its way into your brain that maybe you imagined all that happened—Javi didn’t ask you out, Javi didn’t kiss you or hold you in his arms. It makes you think there isn’t actually going to be a date, and all the work you put into getting ready is for nothing. You try your best to push it down; becoming nervous because it all did happen, and you are going out with him, making your mind race with possibilities of what could happen that evening—what you hope will happen.

By the time it’s five to seven, you’re so lost in thought you practically jump out of your skin when your home phone rings on the wall in the kitchen. Making your way there, you answer it on the third ring, picking up the receiver to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, It’s me. I’m here.”

“Okay, I’m heading down.”

“Can’t wait to see you. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Hanging up the phone, you grab your purse, put on a jean jacket, and slip on some sensible, easy-to-walk-in heels as you leave, locking up your apartment tightly.

It’s a Friday night, and you live in a large apartment complex, trying to avoid as many people as possible as you leave.

Do you ensure no one is around as you walk into the parking lot, trying to keep to the shadows? Yes.

The sun has already gone down, the headlights off on Javi’s Jeep, the vehicle dark at the back of the parking lot, save for the tiny orange glow of the cigarette he’s inhaling.

The overhead light doesn’t even come on when you open the passenger door and jump in, the dashboard and radio softly glowing. His window is partly down, and he tosses what he’d been smoking.

He leans toward you, and you stop him with one palm, the other digging in your purse on your lap, relying on feeling around to get what you’re looking for, finally finding it.

There’s a shining stick of gum between your fingers when you hold them up to him.

“You’re the hottest man I’ve ever met,” you say, “and I’m really into you, but I’d prefer not to make out with someone who tastes like an ashtray.”

He sighs, taking and unwrapping the gum. “I’m quitting,” he grumbles, putting it in his mouth and chewing, the wrapper getting rolled into a ball and tossed in the empty cup holder between you.

“Uh-huh, sure, Javi. You’ve been saying that for months now,” you reply, patting his chest.

Snatching your hand, he brings it to his lips, softly kissing each of your knuckles.

“I’ll get some nicotine gum tomorrow, so you’ll kiss me.”

That has you taken aback.

“You’re going to stop smoking, so I’ll kiss you…?”

“It’s one of the perks, and I know you fucking hate the habit.” That’s true. “Is my mouth minty enough? I wanna kiss you.”

The fact you could smell the spearmint on his breath told you it was, your hands pulling his head toward you, smashing your lips against his. You can feel him smiling, his large palm cradling the back of your head, and allowing him to deepen the kiss when his tongue seeks entry into your mouth, unable to keep from moaning when it slides against your own.

Kissing, you have some experience with, not a lot, but some, so you follow his lead, and he takes your breath away.

When he pulls back, you feel dazed with your eyes closed, heart pounding, and chest heaving.

“You okay?” he asks.

Blinking open your eyes, you answer breathily, “Yes. You’re just really good at that—wait, why is there gum in my mouth?” you ask, chewing it.

When did he slip it in?

In the lowlights of the radio, you can see him smiling as he laughs, and you’re almost positive this is the first time you’ve heard such a wonderful sound, determined to hear it again.

“You’re adorable,” you say, cranking down your window, spitting out the wad, and rolling it up again. “And I’m positive you’re going to be the death of me.”

His hand guides your chin to make you look at him, a serious look on his face. “I’m not gonna be the death of you,” he replies.

“With how much I like you, how hot you are, and the way you kiss? I’m fucked.”

“We’re both fucked.”

When he finally starts driving, his hand holds yours on your thigh, confirming he’s a big physical touch person, always needing to be touching you.

It’s quiet as he takes you out of the area you’re familiar with. For you, it’s because your stomach is aflutter with nerves, and you’re trying to figure out what’s going to happen, or really what you want to happen that night. How far do you want to take things? He said you’re the one who decides. How brave are you?

The place you end up is unfamiliar to you, Javi parking along the curb and jumping out to come around and get your door. He’s smiling as he offers you a hand to help you out that you happily take, his eyes moving up and down your body when you stand in front of him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, shutting the car door.

It’s your turn to check him out, seeing he’s in criminally tight jeans, a maroon button-up, and a black leather jacket.

“You’re pretty handsome yourself.”

“Thanks. I promised you a drink.”

“Yes, you did.”

Your purse is dangling on your shoulder, Javi taking your hand as he leads you down the sidewalk, past a bakery and a little mini-mart, until you arrive at your destination. It’s a tiny neighborhood bar, the wooden sign above naming it La Sirenita.

“Is the owner a big Disney fan?” you ask before entering.

“What?” His eyebrows scrunch together, his free hand ready to pull open the door.

“It’s called ‘The Little Mermaid,’ like the Disney movie from a few years ago,” you explain.

“I haven’t seen that… It’s named La Sirenita because the owner used to work on a fishing boat and swears when he fell overboard once, a mermaid saved him.”

“That’s basically the plot of the movie…”

His eyebrow rose.

“Florecita, this bar has been here for twenty fucking years. He didn’t name it after some dumb kid’s cartoon.”

“The Little Mermaid is a masterpiece of cinema, thank you very much. Now, let’s get inside.”

As you expected, the inside has artist's renderings on the walls of mermaids, and over the bar is a fishing net. Seats line the bar top, and there are a few tables and a few booths. The place is not too terribly busy, spotting one empty two-person table in a corner. It’s not very loud, with people talking and laughing, music playing in the background at a reasonable volume. All in all, the atmosphere is lovely.

“Do you wanna go have a seat, and I’ll grab our drinks?” he asks, nodding toward the empty table you spotted.

“Sure,” you answer, telling him what you’d like.

There’s no one here you recognize, which makes you breathe easily, hanging your purse on the back of your chair with your jacket, sitting down, and looking around the room. A few minutes later, Javi arrives with the drinks, not even a little surprised he got a whiskey for himself.

He’s in the seat across from you, taking a sip while you stare into your glass.

“I’m going to be honest with you,” you say. “This is technically my second date.”

His hand reaches to grab yours on the table, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“I don’t date either. Fuck, I’ve been in one relationship? And it was a fucking nightmare.”

Lifting your head, you ask, “So, you’re not interested in dating or being in a relationship? It’s okay if you’re just looking for something casual without commitment.”

You’ll take him any way you can get him.

“Shit.” His eyes close tightly, pressing his fingers to his brow. “I already fucked up. I should’ve said, ‘I didn’t date until now,’ and I am interested in being in a relationship with someone right for me. The last person… wasn’t.”

Hope rises in you.

“Okay. That’s good to know.”

His hand drops, gaze meeting yours. “Are you interested in all that? Or just wanting something casual?”

“I’m interested in dating and a relationship. I’ve never been in one, but I think I can figure it out.”

He smiles, his hand tightening around yours. “You can,” he replies.

You hide your own smile by taking a drink and setting it back down after some seconds.

“What do you want to talk about?” you ask.

“I wanna hear your story.”

“It’s awfully boring compared to yours.”

“I don’t care. I wanna hear it.”

“Fine.”

And you give him a rundown of your family—divorced parents who remarried, and now you have a handful of younger half-siblings. Graduated from high school, went to college, and got a degree in business, and you’re in your current job because the pay and benefits are decent, and it puts you on a different continent than your family. He, of course, inquires why that’s a good thing, to which you have to explain they always need something from you—money, favors, your time, but can never help when you’re in need. Thus, you moved far away to make it so they couldn’t use you anymore.

The glasses in front of you both become empty, so he gets each of you another drink.

Then it’s his turn to share—he loves his family, misses his mom, and talks to his dad at least once a week; he does know how to ride a horse and does not like wearing cowboy hats but loves the boots and wears them when he’s feeling a little homesick. He doesn't bother telling you all of his history with the DEA because you pretty much know all of it. However, he does give you the details about his failed relationship with a woman named Lorraine from his hometown, who treated him like shit, and claimed to be pregnant when he tried to leave her so he’d have to marry her. Luckily, he discovered the lie the night before the wedding and left her at the altar, which he recognizes was a shitty thing to do, telling you he apologized to her the last time he was home.

Things get more lighthearted when he tells you stories about cooking with his mom growing up and her teaching him, getting flirty about his skills.

“I make a good breakfast,” he tells you, winking as he takes a drink.

It feels hot in the room, stifling almost, gulping while your eyes look anywhere else than at him, trying to figure out in your flustered state how to respond.

“I bet you make a good breakfast,” is what comes out, your eyes rounding.

“You’ll have to try it and let me know.” Your gaze latches onto his, seeing him smirking. His lips are shiny from his whiskey, and all you can think about is kissing them and tasting it on him.

“Come here,” he says, pushing back in his chair. The second drink in your system gives you the courage to get up and walk around the table, letting him pull you down to sit across his lap with your legs dangling over the side. His arm locks around your back, his other hand stroking your cheek.

The tip of his nose rubs against yours.

“You wanna kiss me?” he purrs.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Then do it.”

Crushing your mouth to his, your fingers end up in his hair, surprised by the softness. The kissing heats when he presses his tongue between your lips, tasting the whiskey when it tangles with your own. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or him, or a combination of it both, but your skin feels so hot you’re wishing there were no clothes on your body. Your lungs start to ache, and his mouth moves to your jaw so you can take a deep breath.

“What do you want?” he asks between kisses.

“You,” you gasp.

“You wanna get out of here?”

The throbbing you’re feeling between your legs has you answer immediately, “Yes.”

His hand, not on your back, moves down to grab the side of your ass while he sucks on your pulse point, the sensation making you moan.

“There’s just a bit of a problem,” you force out, trying to ignore the burning arousal in your belly.

His head rises to look you in the eyes, his mouth turned down in a frown.

“I’ve got condoms,” he says quickly. “And I’m clean—got tested recently.”

“That’s wonderful?” you reply, unsure how to respond. “I’m on birth control? But the problem has nothing to do with preventing babies and STDs…”

“What’s the problem…?”

There’s no way you can look at him, so you close your eyes.

“It’s a problem I’m really hoping you can help me with, actually, if you’re willing.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve, um, never had sex?” you say in a hushed voice. “And it’d be great if you could fix that…”

There’s still chatter, laughter, and music happening around you, but in the little bubble of the two of you, it’s silent—which goes on for too long, and you open your eyes to see a gobsmacked look on Javier’s face.

“Javi?”

“Never?” he asks, barely above a whisper.

“Never.”

He must regain his bearings because he asks, “But you’ve fooled around with people, right?”

“I’ve done some kissing and rubbing over clothes?”

There was an almost drunken hookup in college, but you chickened out.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes.

“If this is too much pressure, you can tap out. I just trust you and know you’ll do it right and take care of me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, absolutely. Zero hesitation.”

He nods his head. “Okay, I’ll do it, but if you change your mind at all, you tell me.”

A thrill runs through you.

“Of course.”

“Good.”

“One other thing…”

“Yes?”

“I’ve also never orgasmed…”

That has him harshly whispering, “What?!” A look of disbelief on his face. “Don’t you touch yourself?”

“Not really,” you reply, shrugging. “I could never really figure it out.”

“Get up.” He pushes you to stand from his lap. “We’re leaving right now.” He gets up, pulling his wallet from his back pocket, tossing some cash onto the table while you grab your purse and jacket. His billfold is back where it belongs, and he takes your hand, pulling you out of the bar in a hurry.

He’s driving fast once you’re both belted into his Jeep.

“What is going on, Javier?” you ask. “Why are you being so intense about my lack of orgasms?”

His hand is gripping your thigh.

“Because it’s not right you haven’t had one, and I need to fix that immediately.”

“Maybe slow down, so we make it to your apartment safely?”

He slows a tiny bit, and you count it as a win.

His apartment building is definitely away from where you knew the other employees were housed and much nicer. He parks beneath the building in the parking garage and leads you to an elevator that requires him to enter a code in a keypad before it will work, your eyes bulging when he hits the number for the top floor.

“I had them put me in the nicest place they could find with the budget they had for my housing,” he explains without you asking, standing beside you with his arm around your waist. “They offered me a house, but I preferred the security of this place.” There’d been a gate you had to come through to get onto the property.

“It’s way nicer than my dingy apartment.”

“I used to live in your apartments back in the day.”

Your eyebrow lifts. “Back in the day? It was literally, what? Maybe two or so years ago.”

“Yeah, back in the day when I was nothing but a dumb DEA agent.”

“Who helped take down Pablo Escobar… The Los Pepes shit was dumb, but you still made a difference.”

“I guess.” You can hear him frowning.

Turning your head toward him, he meets your eyes.

“You made a difference, and now that you’re in charge, you’re gonna take out those Cali cartel fuckers, too.”

A little smile curls up on his mouth. “Maybe.”

“You will.”

“You have a lot of faith in me.”

“Because you’re an amazing man who’s good at his job and actually gives a shit—you’re gonna do it, and I’ll celebrate with you when you do.”

The elevator dings as the doors open, both of you walking out into a hallway, following as he goes to the right.

“You’ll have a drink with me at the office?”

“Sure, if that’s how you wanna celebrate.”

Arriving at his door, he digs his keys out of his pocket and unlocks both locks.

“How did you imagine we’d celebrate?” he asks, stepping inside and welcoming you in.

The front door is closed and locked behind you while you use the wall beside it for balance to take off your heels, Javi already kicking off his boots and hanging up his jacket on a nearby coat rack.

“I don’t know,” you answer, getting one shoe off, then the other. “Aren’t celebratory blow jobs a thing?” you ask as you straighten and face him, passing him your purse and coat, which he hangs up with his jacket.

His eyes narrow.

“You said you’ve never fooled around with anyone?”

“Yeah?” Your arms cross in front of you. “I haven’t—I shouldn’t know different sex acts because I’m inexperienced? I’m a virgin, not a prude, and a very curious virgin who’s watched porn.”

“...And you didn’t touch yourself?”

“Watching the porn? I tried. Like I said, I couldn’t figure it out. Maybe I was thinking too hard?”

“Maybe. I’ll get you there. Come on, baby,” he says, retaking your hand and leading you through his massive apartment that has a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows in the living and dining rooms. The place is sparse in terms of decorations and sticks to neutral colors—white, beige, and black. There’s furniture, of course, and a television in the living room, along with a bookcase with some books on it that you walk past into a hallway you assume leads to the bedroom.

“How many bedrooms do you have?” you ask.

“Two, but I converted the guest room into an office.”

“You work too much.”

“You got a better idea of what I can do with my time?” he asks over his shoulder.

“Assuming you fuck as good as you kiss, yeah.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he faces forward. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

His bedroom is spacious, featuring another wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, and also sticks to a neutral color scheme; his neatly made bed is king-size with bedside tables on either side and lamps atop them, spotting a dresser, a closet, and a door you assume leads to an en suite—the pièce de résistance that really pulls the place together are the panels of mirrors directly over the bed.

“I like the horny—”

“They came with the apartment,” he cuts you off.

“Well, if you hate the mirror, why don’t you move the bed?” There’s enough room for him to place it somewhere else.

Standing at the end of his massive bed, he turns to you, his dark eyes on yours.

“Because I’d like a chance to use it.” His tongue peeks between his lips.

“Wait, you haven’t fucked in here?” You have a hard time believing that.

He sighs. “When would I have time?” he asks. “I’m always fucking busy or too fucking tired—I hate saying it, but I’m getting old.”

“Javi, you’re not even forty. You’re not old.”

“I feel old.” He pouts.

Taking a step forward to press your body into his, you rub your hands up his chest.

“Well, I think you’re young and sexy, and I’d love to use the mirror with you.”

He’s crookedly smiling, his hands on your hips.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Can I take off your clothes?”

“Sure.”

The nerves are back with a vengeance.

Capturing your lips in a kiss, his palms move up your back, easily working down the zipper on your dress and helping to get it off your arms, where it falls, pooling around your feet. His mouth makes a wet path along your jaw while his fingers unhook your black lacy bra, where it quickly joins your dress—you’d been thankful you had one set of cute matching lingerie, Javi’s mouth moving down your neck to your chest.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, placing a soft kiss over your thudding heart.

“Yes,” you answer, confused about where to put your hands, so you rest them on your waist. “You can, um, touch me anywhere. I don’t mind.”

He takes your tits into his hands, lightly massaging them while kissing the tops. When he sucks a pebbled nipple between his lips, you gasp at the shock of pleasure that shoots to your cunt—it feels so good as he sucks and nibbles at the hard bud, moving to the other to give it the same attention, your fingers ending up in his hair, unable to keep from moaning.

You can feel your heart beating at the apex of your thighs, your panties feeling wet, and your desire thrumming in your core.

His hot mouth continues its worship of your breasts, Javier grabbing your dominant hand and moving it down your body and under the elastic of your panties, having you slide two fingers through your wet slit.

His lips leave you. “Feel how wet you are?” he asks, having you make another pass.

“Yes,” you breathe, your eyes closed.

“Does it feel good, Hermosa (beautiful)?”

“Yes.”

“While I suck on your gorgeous tits, I want you to rub right here.” He places two of your fingertips over your clit. “Do what feels good, but don’t be too gentle.”

“What do you mean?”

“Here.” Slowly, he has you start circling the nub, your breath catching in your throat. “It feels good,” he says, and you agree. “But you’re being too nice. Go faster and apply more pressure—don’t be afraid to fuck it up.” With that, you do as he instructed, your fingers rubbing furiously against your bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god,” you moan at the pleasure coiling inside you.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “Keep doing that for me, baby.”

His mouth goes back to your breasts, and you feel like you’re losing your mind at how amazing the combined sensations feel. An odd tightening is happening in your center, getting tighter and tighter as every second passes.

“Something,” you gasp. “Something feels weird.”

His lips come off you with a pop.

“That’s good, Florecita. It means you’re close. Keep going, baby. Keep rubbing that pretty little clit and make yourself come. I want you to be my good girl and come for me.”

Whenever he calls you his ‘good girl,’ a pleasant tingle moves down your spine.

He’s back to sucking on your nipple while he rolls the other between his fingers, and the coil in your belly is winding so tight, it feels like something is going to happen, and it does—the coil snaps, and suddenly euphoria is overtaking your body feeling it spreading out from your center to your fingers and toes, Javier having to catch you when your legs give out, hugging you against him.

“There it is,” he murmurs in your hair. “My good fucking girl coming for me. I knew you’d do it. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

It takes you a minute to think a coherent thought and another to remember how to speak.

“I know this is only our first date,” your words are coming out slurred, “but I don’t wanna let you go, like ever. I really like you, and it’s not because you helped me come.”

“I don’t wanna let you go, either.” He kisses your head, hugging you tighter. “You wanna see where this will go?”

“You mean I can be your secret girlfriend?”

He snorts. “I’ll take you any fucking way I can get you—if I have to, I can switch you out with someone else’s secretary, and then it won’t be an issue.”

“You’d hate that.”

“I’d fucking hate that.”

“Let’s date in secret—that sounds fun. Having rendezvous’, making out in storage rooms, fucking in your office—”

“Fucking in my office?”

“The door’s got a lock. Lunchtime quickies. Especially on days when you’re stressed.”

“You’re perfect.”

“I’m horny, and I’d really like to see what you can do with this.” Your palm rubs over the front of his jeans, feeling him hard and straining against the zipper.

He groans, and the sound goes straight to your pussy.

“Can you stand?” he asks.

Your legs are working fine now, putting all your weight on them.

“Yeah.”

His arms loosen around you to meet your gaze.

“Do you wanna undress me?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Am I allowed to touch you?”

“You can do any fucking thing you want to me.”

His answer makes you smile. “How romantic.”

It’s a little nerve-wracking having his attention on you as you work open the buttons on his shirt, his hands soothingly rubbing over your bare hips.

“Relax,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheek. His lips are at your ear as you finish unbuttoning him and untuck his button-up from his jeans. “You’re doing good.” His breath tickles your skin. “All you’re doing is getting my clothes off.”

He calms you, but now you’re trying to figure out the logistics of getting the shirt off him.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re ridiculously broad?”

He huffs in amusement, standing to his full height to look at your face while he smiles.

“No one has told me that.”

Now, you’re able to push the button-up off his shoulders and pull it to fall from his arms onto the floor.

There’s a lot of golden skin in front of you, your eyes taking in the freckles, and his soft belly with the tantalizing trail of hair below his navel leading down into his jeans.

“I’ve always wondered what you were hiding under those suits,” you murmur, rubbing your hands along the warm skin of his shoulders, down his chest, to his stomach. “And I’m not disappointed.”

“I love how you look naked, too.”

The comment makes you duck your head, feeling heat creep up your neck.

His fingers go under your chin, tilting your face up to see his warm expression.

“I mean it,” he says. “You’re beautiful, and I need you to believe me.”

The truth is clear in his eyes, yet it’s hard to accept he thinks that.

“I know you’re not lying to me.” Your gaze shifts to stare over his shoulder at the bare cream-colored wall. “No one’s ever wanted me,” you say quietly. “No one ever looked at me as more than a friend. My first date? Was with this guy I was best friends with from elementary through high school. I was madly in love with him, and he saw me as nothing more than the sister he never had. We only went on the date because it was our senior prom, and neither of us had dates, so we went together. No one has ever wanted me.”

“I want you,” he replies with conviction, so there’s no doubt. “I want you, all of you.”

It makes you sigh. “And that honestly is insane to me.”

“I’m not liking whatever this shit is where you think I’m too attractive for you, or whatever the fuck it is,” he says, his hands going to his belt, hearing him unbuckling it. Your eyes flick back to his, and you’re greeted with the grumpy expression you’re used to seeing at work. He pops open the button on his jeans, and you hear the teeth pull apart as he unzips them, making you gulp.

“Are you mad at me?” you ask.

“What?” His face pinches in confusion, pushing his pants down, and you can’t help but look—he’s not wearing underwear. Bobbing between his legs is his sizable hard-on that has your eyes rounding at wondering how it would fit inside you. “No, I’m not mad at you, baby—fuck, the way you’re staring at my dick is driving me crazy.” He steps out of his jeans and does the awkward dance of getting his socks off.

“I’m trying to figure out how you’re gonna get that thing inside me.”

He chuckles, his bare feet planted on the floor, putting his hands on his hips.

“I’ll tell you, and you can keep touching me if you want, but first—” He closes the distance to have your bodies practically touching, his dick pressing into your stomach, while his palms come up to hold your cheeks, your own going over his. “—creo que eres hermosa y te deseo (I think you’re beautiful and I want you). Eres muy hermosa (You’re very beautiful). Te he deseado por mucho tiempo, y no sabes lo feliz que estoy de finalmente tenerte (I’ve wanted you for a long time and you don’t know how happy I am to finally have you).”

“¿En serio (Really)?” you ask.

“Sí (Yes).” He nods. “Estaba chingado desde la primera vez que te vi (I was fucked from the first time I saw you.”

“No, estás mintiendo (No, you’re lying).”

“Sabes que no lo estoy y tu también estabas igual de chingada cuando me conociste (You know I’m not and you were also just as fucked when you met me). Admítelo (Admit it).”

“Por supuesto que estaba y aparentemente fui muy obvio al respecto (Of course I was, and apparently I was very obvious about it).”

He grins, and an adorable dimple appears in his cheek. “Así era yo (So was I).”

Your eyes narrow. “How were you obvious, Javier?”

He gives you a look. “Remember when I had that meeting with HR, uh, a month or so ago?”

“Yeah?”

“Apparently, people are under the impression we’re fucking.”

“What?”

“Yeah, caught me off guard, too. I guess I treat you differently than everyone else and act differently.” He shrugs. “I told them we just have a close professional relationship, and I’d do nothing untoward to jeopardize it.”

“You say with your hard dick jabbing me.” Reaching down, you wrap your fingers around him, Javi’s mouth falling open—he’s hot to the touch, hard like steel, and smooth as velvet, slowly stroking him.

His throat works as he swallows. “Got them off my ass.”

“Good, now tell me how you’re getting this—” You squeeze him, and he groans. “—into me.”

“Fuck, if you’ll let me, I’ll eat your pussy and use my fingers to loosen you up. Once I think you’re ready, I’ll get some lube to make fucking you as painless as possible.”

“You want to go down on me?”

He’s smirking under his perfectly trimmed mustache.

“I’d love to go down on you. I wanna see how you taste,” he answers with a wink.

It makes arousal stir in your belly at the thought.

“Okay. I’d like that.”

His lips descend on yours, kissing you while his hands grab your waist to turn you both so your back is to the bed, guiding you until your legs bump into it. One moment, his mouth is on yours, and the next, it’s not when he lifts you by the thighs onto the mattress with a grunt, pushing you further onto it.

“Head on the pillow in the middle,” he orders, tapping your hip.

Crawling back, you do as he says, Javi climbing up after you.

He’s on his knees, the bed dipping as he moves toward you, his big hands latching around your calves to spread your legs. He picks up one, bending and turning his head to kiss your inner ankle, keeping his eyes on yours while his lips blaze a trail along your leg to your knee. It feels like electricity is under your skin where he touches, it prickling, his mustache tickling you and making you squirm a little. He brings the other leg up and makes the same journey from ankle to knee that has you biting your lip and wishing he’d touch you where you are pulsing.

His eyes are so dark hardly any of the familiar chocolate brown remains, excitement bubbling in you when he opens your legs further apart and moves to lie between them, setting them up on his broad shoulders. You’re still wearing your lacy panties, and he shoves his beautiful nose into them, feeling as he inhales deeply and groans, his head moving side to side, nudging your clit, the sensation causing you to dig your fingers into the bedding.

He must get to the point where he can’t wait any longer, sitting up enough to tug your underwear down and off one leg before he’s back in position. For some odd reason, you suddenly feel self-conscious, shy, and embarrassed about being completely nude, hiding your eyes behind your hands.

Javi rubs along your sides in comfort.

“Are you having second thoughts?” he asks gently.

“No,” you answer.

“Is it being naked?”

“Yes.”

“I love your body, and I’ve told you I think you’re beautiful. Would you be more comfortable wearing one of my shirts?”

“Um, yeah, but I want to do this naked. It’s just new...”

“Don’t force yourself,” he replies, kissing your inner thigh.

This tiny conversation has made you feel much better, lowering your hands. Staring at the ceiling, you can see your naked body, and Javi’s lying between your legs in the mirror.

“I’m not.” Sitting up on your elbows, you want to look at him, a reassuring smile on your face. “Okay, I’m ready.”

His eyes lock on yours.

“Promise me, you’ll stop me if I do something you don’t like.”

“I promise.”

“Good girl,” he purrs, and you shiver.

With two fingers, he spreads open the lips of your pussy, and looks at it with a hungry gaze, wetting his lips like he can’t wait to taste.

“So fucking pretty,” he says. “I’m gonna make you feel good—need to get you really wet.”

Suddenly, you watch his jaw flex, him spitting onto your clit, you gasping at the warm saliva slowly dripping down toward your entrance. A loud moan leaves you when he dives in, his tongue licking a hot stripe up through your center, feeling the vibrations of his groans. It’s different, odd, new, and you can’t get enough. He has to lock an arm over your stomach to keep you from moving as he goes to work, lapping all over your folds, tracing every bit of your sensitive skin to get all your arousal from the source.

“You taste so good,” his words are said against your cunt.

Heat races up your spine as he sucks your clit between his lips, flicking his tongue over it with his pleasure-addled gaze on yours—it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, and it’s so good, every nerve in your body alight in bliss, your belly starting to tighten.

“Oh my god,” you gasp. “It feels so good. I think you’re gonna make me come again.”

Your heels dig into his back, your toes curl, fisting your hands in the comforter for something to hold on to while your thighs tremble. Somehow, he just knows how to take you apart, finding a rhythm that’s turning you into a mess.

There are a few seconds where his mouth leaves you to suck on his fingers before he goes right back to working you over; your jaw’s slack, your skin’s heated, and there’s tension in your belly that’s rapidly growing. He carefully starts pressing one thick digit inside you, your eyes snapping shut as you whimper at the new sensation, so tight he has to wiggle it in order to get all the way in—his tongue is teasingly flicking over your sensitive bundle of nerves and counteracting the slight discomfort of his finger, eliciting soft sounds from your parted lips.

It takes some time to get used to the foreign feeling, it slowly turning into pleasure and fanning the growing flames in your tummy. Sucking hard on your clit, another digit slips inside, your body jerking at the intrusion and the stretch it causes, whimpering.

“Relax, baby,” he says. “Your pretty little pussy is taking my fingers so well.”

His mouth is back on you, and it’s a tight fit for his fingers, but thankfully, you’re wet enough it eases in, and he languidly works them until your body relaxes, and he’s easily pumping them in and out of you.

It’s embarrassing how he reduces you to a mewling mess with how amazing he’s making you feel.

“You’re doing so good for me,” his muffled voice says into your pussy.

His mouth, his fingers, your stomach is bunching up into tight knots, knowing it will not take much more to get you there—it’s insane that before today, you’d never been able to make yourself come, and here’s this man on the precipice of making you orgasm for a second time.

You’re ruined.

He’s ruined you for anyone else.

His fingers twist and scissor to stretch you out, making you whimper, grabbing his hand on your tummy that he squeezes back. He crooks his digits, and on the next pass, he slides against something that has your back arching and eyes blurring with stars, moaning his name loudly.

“There it is,” he groans into your skin. “Come for me, Florecita. Give me another.”

His arm is like a band of iron holding you down as you writhe.

It’s all too much—what he’s doing to you, hearing the squelching of his fingers, the obscene slurping noises, and the rough sounds coming from his throat. Your body is quivering uncontrollably, and then you’re shattering, falling back onto the pillow with your arms giving out, pleasure surging through you as you come with a silent cry. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, your brain a blissful haze.

His face comes up, his voice a rough rasp, “Good girl.” His fingers are still working inside you. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”

Your eyes are closed, riding out the high, and you’re starting to believe he actually does think you’re beautiful. Was there a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you he was saying all the sweet things just to get into your pants? Yes. But you’re almost positive he genuinely has feelings for you and does find you attractive. He’s given you so many opportunities to back out and offered to let you wear one of his shirts so you’d be more comfortable—guys who only want to get laid aren’t that kind.

Javier obviously cares about you, which has you feeling over the moon.

You’re coming down, your body starting to relax, and your heartbeat slowing.

“Come up here and kiss me,” you say, sounding drunk and doing grabby hands at him.

He chuckles, his fingers slipping out of you, and he gets out from under your legs. His mouth ghosts a trail of kisses over the soft skin of your belly to your chest and along your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake until his hips are resting between your thighs and his face is over yours, smelling your musk on him.

“You’re gonna boss me around at work and home?” he asks, kissing your chin, the question causing your heart to skip a beat.

At work and home.

“Maybe.” You wrap your arms around him, feeling his hard cock pressing into your belly. “Someone's gotta do it.”

“Mmm, I like it when you boss me around.” He kisses your cheek.

“Kiss me.”

His lips press to your other cheek, your eyes opening to glare at him.

“I said kiss me,” you order.

“I am kissing you.” A peck to your jaw.

You pinch his ass, and he chuckles. “Please kiss me on the mouth.”

He’s smiling. “I can do that.”

His lips claim yours in a hot, open-mouthed kiss, running your fingers through his hair and moaning at tasting yourself on him. His tongue plunders your mouth, licking the edges of your teeth and tangling with your own, Javi’s hips slowly rutting into you to ease his throbbing dick leaking on your skin. There’s an ache you’re feeling deep in your core that needs to be filled, and you know he’s the only one who can ease it.

Coming up for air, he kisses along your jaw, nibbling on your chin.

“Javi?” his name comes out breathy.

Immediately, his head moves into your vision with a look of concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I want you to fuck me.” Your lip pulls between your teeth.

“Are you sure? I can finger you some more.”

Smiling, you stroke his cheek. “Javi, please fuck me.”

“Okay.” He nods. “Let me grab a condom and some lube.” He starts to move, and you stop him by grabbing his arm.

“You’re clean?” you ask.

“Yeah.”

“I’m on birth control—it helps with my periods. I’m obviously clean, too, and okay without the condom if you are.”

His eyes go a little wide, and he swallows hard. “You’d let me fuck you bare?”

“I trust you and want to know what it feels like without the barrier. Is that okay?”

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re on birth control?”

“Yes.” You nod. “The pills are in my purse if you want proof.”

“I believe you. Shit, yeah, it’s okay. I’m kicking myself in the ass right now for not asking you out sooner.”

“Because you could’ve been having a lot of condomless sex?” you ask with an arched brow.

He frowns. “I care about more than sex,” he answers defensively. “You know I care about more than sex, right? I’d be happy with cuddling with you in bed or on the couch and talking if you didn’t want to fuck right now—hell, I’d be happy falling asleep with you. It’s as long as you’re with me, and I wish I would’ve asked you out sooner so I could’ve had more time with you outside of work.”

What he says makes you feel like you’re floating—you knew his feelings were genuine.

“Oh, I know you care about more than sex,” you reply right away. “To be honest, you’re very dreamy, Javier. Like, you make me swoon. I’ve thought about investing in a fainting couch.” He snorts. “But, seriously—” Your palm presses to his jaw. “I know you care about more than sex. I mean, there was that time you had soup delivered to my apartment when I was sick, and now that I know where you live geographically, you had to drive really out of your way to carpool with me for that one week.” When the usual person you rode with was out with a bad flu.

“That was a good week.” He smiles, turning his head to kiss your palm. “And the flowers.”

Your eyebrows crease. “What flowers?”

His eyes sparkle. “The bouquet on your birthday.”

“The mystery bouquet was you?” you ask in disbelief.

It’d been a large, beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers whose card only wished you a happy birthday with no name or idea of who’d sent them.

“Yeah.”

“Javier, you ridiculously sweet man.” Sitting up, you kiss him, something tender and loving. Breaking apart, you say, “Okay, now I can see how you obviously like me. I have no idea how I missed it.”

His lips turned down, Javi sighing. “You didn’t see it ‘cause you convinced yourself I wouldn’t be interested in you.”

“And the whole you being my boss and figuring you wouldn’t break the rules. Now I’ve learned not to make assumptions.”

“Fuck the rules.”

“Aren’t you the rebel. What do you want to do?”

He looks confused. “Huh?”

“All night, you’ve been focusing on me, and I want to know what you want to do. Would you prefer cuddling naked and talking, or do you wanna have sex?”

“Sex,” he answers immediately, making you giggle.

“Which are you more excited about, taking my virginity or fucking me bare?”

“Fucking without a condom. I’m happy I get to be your first so I can make sure it’s good for you, but I’m really fucking excited to be inside you with nothing on.”

“I’m really excited to feel you inside me with nothing on, and I’m happy you’re my first, too. I wanted you to do it because I knew you’d take care of me.”

What you say makes him smile. “I am. Let me get what I need.” Quickly, he pecks you on the lips before moving off of you, the mattress jostling as he heads toward the bedside table on the left side of the bed. He’s stretching and reaching inside the drawer, returning to you with a small bottle, kneeling between your spread legs. “I’m just gonna use my fingers to make sure you’re ready,” he says, popping the cap and slicking up his digits.

Looking in the mirror above, you watch and feel as he presses in one that goes in easily, then a second. His attention is on you, his focus alternating between his fingers buried inside your wet cunt, and the expressions your face is making as he slides in a third that stretches you more than before and really tests your limits, reveling in the burn. His other hand is rubbing your thigh. “Relax, baby,” he says, pushing them in and out and spreading them. There’s a thin layer of sweat on your skin, and it takes a second for you to do as he told you. “Do you still want me to fuck you?” he asks.

You nod your head in answer.

“Words, Florecita. I need to hear it.”

“Yes, Javi. I want you.” More than anything, you leave out.

“I think you’re ready.” He removes his hand. “If it hurts too much or you want me to stop, tell me, and I will immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Javi.”

“Good girl.”

The bottle being opened sounds again, seeing Javi in the mirror stroking lube onto his hard shaft, it glistening in the lights of the room. Your heart is hammering in your chest over what’s about to happen, nerves fluttering all about in your tummy so rapidly you think they might get out.

He shuffles forward a little, rubbing the tip of his cock through the wetness between your folds.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“Yes.”

It’s sweet that he moves to have his body over yours, holding himself on one arm beside your head while the other hand notches himself at your entrance—he distracts you by pressing his soft lips against yours in a searing kiss as he slowly starts sliding into you. He has you moaning into his mouth as he fills you, your tight walls stretching around him to accommodate his girth, digging your fingernails into his shoulders. Surprisingly, there’s no pain; Instead, you’re wondering how much more of him you can take with how insanely full you already feel when he’s barely halfway in.

When his hips finally meet yours, you can’t breathe.

It’s almost too much for you and bordering on overwhelming.

The kiss ends, his eyes searching yours while his words come out strained, noticing the sweat on his brow, his bangs sticking to his forehead, “Are you okay?”

Finally, you suck in air. “So big,” you gasp.

He looks worried. “Is it too much? Do you want me to pull out?”

“No.” You shake your head. “I just need a second.”

“Okay.” He kisses the tip of your nose, then sweetly nuzzles his face against yours. “You feel better than I imagined. I could stay like this for hours, having your tight little pussy warming my dick. You’re so fucking tight and wet, squeezing me like a goddamn vice. Once I get going, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last ‘cause this perfect cunt is gonna milk me dry.”

Everything he’s saying has arousal thrumming in your veins, your body getting used to having him inside you to the point you need him to do something, anything at all.

“Move,” you tell him.

His eyes meet yours, a flush covering his cheeks. “Okay.” He hitches one of your legs high on his hip, then the other, your heels resting at the small of his back. You can feel the splay of muscle under your calves work as he does an experimental roll of his hips, the angle putting pressure on your clit, pulling a moan from your throat at the pleasure.

“You feel so good,” his voice is breathy. “So fucking perfect.” He’s thrusting slowly, and you can tell he’s holding himself back, his face ending up in the crook of your neck. “You’re so fucking perfect and beautiful.” He groans, and the sound makes you clench, him pausing with a hiss. “Shit, don’t do that, or this will end quickly.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“It’s okay.” He kisses your cheek. “Fuck, when you come, you’re probably taking me with you.”

That has a thrill rolling through you.

He starts back up again, going slow, languid, feeling every ridge and vein on his cock as it presses into spots of bliss you weren’t even aware existed—the beginning of an orgasm is starting to take shape in your center, your toes curled up tight and needing more to get yourself there.

“Faster,” you say.

Gradually, he picks up speed until there’s a wet slap of skin against skin, and he’s grunting in your ear, his thrusts steady, hard, and fast, the muscles in your belly tightening. All you can do is hang onto his shoulders, your mouth open as his name spills from it in gasping moans, chanting it over and over again. He’s pushing in so deep you’re sure he’s rearranging your guts in order to make himself fit.

His dick is moving in and out of you at a punishing pace, flooding your system with pleasure, unable to think about anything else except how you’re being wrecked by the man above you.

In the mirror on the ceiling, you can see him fucking you—the way the muscles in his back are moving just under his golden skin, the glistening layer of perspiration shining in the light, the redness on his shoulders from your nails scratching at them, and add in the sounds—the rhythmic bang of his headboard hitting the wall, the mattress springs squeaking beneath you both, the wet suck of him working his cock in and out of your pussy, his rough noises, and your softer ones; it’s all utterly obscene and rocketing you toward your release with how it turns you on.

One time, and you’re addicted.

You want Javi to show you more—try out different positions and teach you new things, wanting to make him feel as good as he’s making you feel right this second. This has awakened something in you that’s hungry, and you want to feed it.

His strong arm wraps around your back, and you squeak in surprise when he rolls you both so you’re on top, keeping himself buried to the hilt in your sopping cunt. Your knees are bracketing his hips, hands on his chest for leverage, and Javi doesn’t make you think about what you need to do; his large palms grab your ass, using his strength to work you up and down his slick cock.

Somehow, he’s deeper like this, your mouth falling open, and helping him by rising and falling on your own as you keen.

Sweat is coating both of you, seeing drops caught in Javi’s happy trail, loving the flush that starts on his chest and moves up his neck to his cheeks, the flexed muscles in his arms defined—from the look on his face you’d think he’s in pain, his eyes glazed over in lust and shifting between watching you ride him and looking up at the mirror. It gives you the idea to lean back and hold yourself up with your hands on his thighs to give him a better view as you bounce in his lap.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re fucking gorgeous taking my dick so well,” he says the words through panted breaths. Your climax is near, getting closer and closer with every deep kiss of his cock inside you. “Are you gonna come for me? Are you gonna let me feel you come around my dick? You gonna take me with you? Come on, Florecita, give it to me.”

His calloused thumb circles your clit so perfectly that it has you falling over the edge, coming with a loud moan of his name, laying forward onto him. Your inner walls tighten around him, hearing Javi groan, euphoria exploding out from your core to spread to your limbs, your mind going blissfully blank.

Javier firmly grips your ass, grunting as his hips thrust upwards frantically to chase his own high.

He says something you don’t register, a sharp slap to your asscheek quickly following to get your attention.

“What?” you ask.

“Gonna come,” he says through his teeth. “Need you to get off.”

That made little sense to you since you discussed how you’re on the pill.

“Come inside me.”

A pained noise leaves him, his rhythm stuttering. “Fuck, are you sure?”

“Yes, come inside me, Javi.”

His orgasm must catch him off guard with how long and strained his moan is as he comes, his hands pulling you down hard and flush against him—it surprising you how you’re able to feel his cock thicken and jerk, the hot spurts of his spend filling and coating your inner depths.

His chest is rising and falling hard beneath you, welcoming his arms that hug you close to his body, your face tucked into his neck and content on where you’re at, not wanting to move—with how your arms and legs feel like they’re made of Jell-O, there’s a chance you couldn’t move if you wanted to.

There’s no way your first time could've been better—it was perfect.

Minutes pass as you both share in the relaxing post-coital bliss, your hand ending up in his hair where you play with the sweat-damp strands, Javi humming appreciatively.

“How was it?” he finally asks, his voice rough.

“Amazing,” you reply, not sounding any better.

His head turns, kissing your forehead. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. How long before you’re able to go again…?”

A huff of air leaves his nose. “Am I in for a long night, Florecita?”

“You’re in for a long weekend, Javier.”

“One time, and you’re fucking insatiable,” he chuckles.

“The one time was life-changing, and I want you to show me all the things I’ve been missing out on.”

“Your pussy is probably gonna be sore tomorrow, and you won’t want me touching it.”

There’s already an ache.

“True, so tomorrow we can go over the art of sucking your dick and hand jobs?”

He sounds amused, “We can do that, and I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Yes, I’ve gotta have that breakfast.”

“And I want to take you out to dinner.”

It takes you a second to process what he said.

“Like on a date?”

“Yes, Florecita. I want to take you out on a proper date.”

Moving your face over his to meet his eyes, you reply, “Where will you take me so nobody from work will see us?”

His hands rub over your back.

“I know some places only locals go to. I can also take you to a different city if that will make you feel better.”

“I trust you.”

A serious look came over his face, his hand coming up to slide along your cheek.

“I’m really fucking busy with work,” he says.

“I’m intimately aware.”

He nods, sighing. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good at being your boyfriend.”

“Are you gonna cheat on me?”

He looks offended. “What? No. If I’m with someone, I’m with them and them only.”

“That’s good. When you’re not busy with work, will you want to spend time with me?”

“Even when I'm working, I want to spend time with you.”

“You’re so sweet,” you reply, pecking him on the tip of his nose. “I know you’re a busy man, Javi. The way I imagined this going down is we’d spend time together on lunches and breaks at work. I can either keep you company and rack up overtime at the office when you stay late, or we can come here for you to continue working, and I’ll do my best not to distract you.”

There’s a curious expression on his face. “How would you distract me?”

“I don’t know, maybe walk around your apartment in little to no clothing?”

He wet his bottom lip. “I think I’ll start working after hours at home more…”

His horniness makes you laugh. “You’re adorable. Then, on the rare occasions you actually have a night or day off, we’ll do stuff.”

“It’s not gonna bother you we won’t have a traditional relationship?”

“I’ve never been in one, so no,” you answer with a shrug. “I mean, we already spend basically all of our time together; this just changes our dynamic and means I can kiss you whenever I want.”

He smiles. “Yes, you can.” His hand gently pulls you down for a kiss. Separating after some seconds, he says, “We need to get you cleaned up.”

“Right.” You also needed to empty your bladder since that was important after sex.

“There’s a huge fucking tub in my bathroom, so I’ll run us a bath, and afterward, I want you to drink some water and have a snack.”

“It’s surprising to me you have food here. I honestly thought you survived on coffee and cigarettes.”

A sigh leaves him. “I usually remember to eat breakfast and dinner… The people who clean this place also buy my groceries, so yeah, I’ve got food here. I’ll make you something to eat.”

“That’s very sweet of you,” you reply, kissing him briefly. “Thank you.”

“And I’ll give you a tour—there’s not much, but I’ll show you everything.”

“I’d love that,” you say with a smile.

“Then you can tell me what you want to do next.”

“I wanna rub your back.” With how tense he always is and the sounds he makes getting out of chairs, you know it has to bother him.

His eyes get bigger. “Okay.”

“Work out some of that tension, and after, if you’re up for it, there’s this position I saw in a dirty movie where the woman was on her hands and knees, and the guy was just really giving it to her from behind and spanking her, and I wanna know what that’s like.”

He’s staring blankly at you like his brain has stopped working.

“Javi?”

It gets his attention.

“When my job’s finished down here?” he says.

“Yeah…?”

His hands cradle your face, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

“I want you to come home with me, back to the States.” You didn’t expect him to say that. “I’ve had you by my side for months,” he continues, “and now that we’re together, I don’t want to go home without you.”

“We just started dating…”

“And I already know I’m going to marry you.”

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Where To Now, Chapter 34 of Not Giving Up

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The next weeks blurred together, at least for the new parents. Eat, change diapers, feed the twins, sleep for a few minutes, repeat until time loses all meaning and you can’t remember the last time you were clean. Leia showed no sign of leaving Varykino, and thus neither did Chewie - with both Rey and Leia in the same place, there was no getting rid of the Wookie.

Rose, Finn and Poe would leave occasionally for day trips into the nearby cities and towns. They would return with supplies of groceries, gifts for the babies and mother, and packets of information that Rose and Finn looked over carefully. It took Rey embarrassingly long to realize the couple were seriously looking at housing nearby - less because anything was being hidden and more because she was simply too tired to connect the mental wires.

The overwhelming feeling of exhaustion had made Rey push back when Ben insisted she go train. Though he cautioned moderation, her husband was insistent on the point and had even recruited Finn to his cause. Against the pair of annoyed puppy eyes, she didn’t have a chance.

Still, she had to admit that the feel of a staff in her hands was shockingly soothing. Fresh clothes of soft, loose white linen trousers and tunic made for a comfortable workout and stepping into the familiar routines was like coming home to herself. Moving through each stance, she savored the beautiful stretch in her muscles. Rey felt the exercise clearing her mind, till nothing existed but the sound of her footwork and the whirr of her staff cutting through the air.

Rey had nearly forgotten the meditative properties of the Jedi training, so focused on the twins and securing Ben’s future. He was going to be incredibly smug over being right, Rey mused as she splashed her face with cold water, already picturing the smile on his handsome face. She’d needed to get back to this.

“I sincerely hope you aren’t going to let your lessons go to waste. You annoyed me enough to get them.”

Rey’s good mood quickly soured, whirling on the ball of her foot with water droplets flicking off her features from the movement. Staff held at the ready, regardless of the ineffectiveness against the cerulean features of her former teacher.

“He’s rubbing off on you, you know that?” Luke snorted, watching the immediate assumption of a fight. Though, if he was pushed to honesty, Rey had always been quick to react and feisty as hell. He chalked it up to her life on Jaku.

“If he is, it’s a good thing.” Rey slowly drew back to a stand, eying the Jedi with no hiding her wariness. She’d privately been wondering when he would show up after the birth. There was certainly no stopping the family visitors, and they didn’t seem to respect polite visiting hours. At least nobody had dropped in during the labor itself.

“That’s up for debate.” The older man heaved a long-suffering sigh and crossed the floor to close the distance. Luke’s eyes moved steadily from Rey’s feet to the crown of her head, then back to her eyes. “You seem in good health.”

“Ben has taken excellent care of me.”

“Don’t forget you’ve taken care of yourself.” He cautioned, knowing it would fall on deaf ears yet he tried anyway.

“I took care of myself for a long time, I’m allowed to enjoy being taken care of for once.” Digging in, Rey drew herself up and squared her shoulders - challenging him to refute her. Whatever point he had was lost in her certainty that Luke only wanted to diminish what Ben had done.

“You’re right.” He ceded with another sigh, closing his eyes. He hadn’t come for a fight, though Luke was aware he’d certainly set the stage for one. Well, he’d never exactly been great with people, had he? “I came to see the twins.”

“Can I trust you near them?”

Her distrust was obvious, looking Luke over as one does a venomous snake. He knew she’d like to trust him, it wasn’t hard to discern the straight-forward woman once you learned a little about her. Rey would like to believe in the legend of Luke Skywalker again, and she would like to have Great-Uncle Luke in the lives of her daughters. And though Luke wasn’t aware of a way that Rey could actually stop him from manifesting in the nursery, if anyone could find a way, it would be Rey of Jakku.

“I’ve no intention to hurt the girls.” Luke held up his hands in a peaceful surrender. “For that matter, we can barely interact with the living physically - it takes quite a lot to achieve very little, and only with Force sensitive individuals.”

“Considering it’s our daughters, that’s not reassuring.” Rey snapped, contemplating the answer. She didn’t think he would outright lie to her, nor could she think of a reason for Luke to want to hurt the twins. They might not ever forgive Luke, but the man wasn’t prone to violence without some kind of reason. “We’ll see what Ben says.”

“I was afraid you’d say that.” Luke chuckled darkly, starting to ‘walk’ along with Rey. It had been a long time since he had been at the Lakeside Retreat. He’d first come with Leia, when she was trying to uncover the truth of their parents and their marriage. They hadn’t been much older than Rey and Ben were now, or at least it felt that way. In the grand scheme of things, they’d been children.

“Rey, explain why there is a walking pile of Rancor shit beside you.”

Ben’s face had instantly turned to stone on seeing Luke, not that Rey expected anything different. She’d vaguely hoped Leia would be with him to help with the discussion but no such luck. Instead, Ben was in their bedroom with Padme settled into her crib while Breha was being powdered for a fresh nappy.

“I didn’t invite him, Ben. If there’s a trick to make them go away, please share.” She grumbled while crossing the room, pausing at Ben’s side. Despite his annoyance, he leaned down to the side, letting Rey stretch up on her toes to kiss his cheek in greeting.

“Once I find one, I will.” His voice was cold and though Ben’s words were ostensibly directed at his wife, Luke felt the chill. Ben’s every nerve was on fire, trying to take everything in at once - from the sound of Rey shifting clothing as she prepared fresh things for herself to the soft bird calls outside. Nothing would hurt these girls.

“Kid-”

Luke only managed a step before Ben whirled with a growl, extending his right hand with a push of the Force that sent furniture tumbling. Sadly for the Brat Prince, it passed harmlessly through the Force Ghost.

“I’m dead, remember?” He couldn’t help the amused smirk that crossed his aged features. Ben had always been too reactionary, even as a child. Far too quick to assume danger and lash out. Glancing to Rey, Luke quirked an eyebrow to raise a silent question. The answer was Rey coming to stand beside Ben, slowly rubbing a hand between his shoulder blades - staring back at the Spirit defiantly. “You always did have a nasty temper.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” Ben narrowed his gaze, contemplating all avenues of ridding the universe of his Uncle.

“Luke, quit being an ass or I’ll get Leia.” Rey rubbed her temple with her free hand. Exactly what the other Skywalker twin would do, Rey didn’t have a clue. But she was betting Luke didn’t want to be on the other side of a lecture.

“Fine.” Luke sighed, putting up his hands and rolling his eyes to signal a truce if not defeat. “I came to see the twins. And to talk to you, Ben.”

“Whelp. That’s my cue.” Rey chirped all-too cheerfully with a jerk of her head towards the refresher, announcing her intention to get cleaned up and leave the boys to their emotional messes.

“Traitor.” Ben grumbled under his breath, watching his wife walk towards the bath. Choosing to ignore the universal salute she replied with in favor of turning back to his daughters. Quickly diapering Breha, who waved her arms in uncoordinated enthusiasm to be the center of Daddy’s attention again.

“They’re beautiful.”

Uncle’s voice came from the right side, looking down at them both. Again, Ben contemplated why it was Luke whose presence he had to endure. There were so many other options, so many more productive, useful options. He’d settle for simply less infuriating.

“They take after Rey.” In truth, Ben didn’t see much of his own features in the cherub faces of his children yet. Though he supposed that might change as they grew. Mother swore the cheeks were the same, and she liked to coo over holoimages with Rey. He was surprised Mother hadn’t destroyed them, rather wishing she had.

“You’re better with them than I thought you’d be.”

“You thought I’d be dead by now.” If it was supposed to be a compliment, it fell flat with Ben shooting a Luke that would have killed lesser mortals. If they were still alive to die, that is.

Luke sighed slowly, watching his nephew’s movements. How Ben gently worked each of Breha’s limbs into a powder blue onesie with white pricks of starlight - Padme wore a matching one in lavender. The infant seemed to barely fill Ben’s large hands as her father placed her down beside her sister.

“It’s significantly easier to contemplate the redemption of a dead man than a living one. Even easier when you still think you have all the answers.”

When Luke finally broke the silence, his voice was uncharacteristically quiet. Though his eyes were focused on the twins, his gaze seemed to set on something far beyond their crib. Ben’s lips curled slowly into a frown, gently brushing a protective hand along the edge of the crib.

“Did Mother tell you to say that?”

“No. Though she certainly still knows how to strike fear in my heart.” He reached out, passing a translucent hand over Padme’s brow. “Remarkably sentimental to name them after your grandmothers.”

“I’ve become sentimental.” Ben ceded with a faint smirk, then shot his Uncle an openly suspicious and lingering look. “What are you playing at?”

“Nothing about this is a game, Ben.” He ignored the obvious eye rolling of his nephew. Talking to Ben had been difficult since the kid became a teenager. There was so much of Han in the boy. “I’m here to talk about that night.”

“So talk.” Ben pressed his lips together, throwing himself into a nearby chair. It took all his newly acquired patience not to scream at the man that the time to discuss that evening had long passed. Luke took painfully long to speak again, as though unable to gather words around what he wanted to say.

“What happened… was wrong. And instead of dealing with the mess I worsened, I ran from it all.” Luke Skywalker exhaled slowly, puffing out his cheeks and letting them grow slack. He might not need the oxygen any longer but it still felt therapeutic to go through the motions. Luke would likely never see eye-to-eye with Leia or Rey, and certainly not Ben, regarding his actions that night. But they weren’t there, and didn't feel the overwhelming Darkness he had. All the same…

“That’s the shittiest apology for trying to murder a teenager I’ve ever heard. And I’m the monster.” Ben smirked coldly while his emotions ran amuck behind the tightly sealed barrier of his will. Uncle would never be allowed to see hurt on Ben’s face again. Ever.

“I can go back to actively killing you, if you prefer.” Luke dismissed the expected criticism with a shrug of his shoulders.

“You can try.”

Rey’s voice cut sharply through the air from across the room, even through the refresher door. Ben had idly supposed that she would be listening but it was pleasant to have it confirmed all the same. It had been a long time since he had felt protected by anyone.

Luke laughed without shame, much to the annoyance of the obvious annoyance of the couple. Rey appeared shortly, freshly dressed and with her face washed, and wasted no time striding to stand beside Ben with a hand on his shoulder.

“Relax. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

“Ah, you’ve stopped wanting to kill me?” Ben’s icy smile never changed, his fingers lacing with Rey’s. He would have to speak with Mother, encourage her to have words with Uncle. Wouldn’t want the damned dead Jedi to wear out his welcome after all.

“You’re not the same as you were.” Luke spoke quietly. There was… a great deal more that Luke wanted to say. It would have to wait. Both men needed time to recover from what little had been said. Watching Rey squeeze Ben’s shoulder, he worried he was making yet another mistake in not continuing to urge her to run. But… maybe, just maybe, Leia was right. “I should go.”

“No one is stopping you.” The younger man tilted his head to the side, watching his daughters and choosing to bury his own feelings under the concern of a new parent. Luke’s pathetic attempts to take responsibility would simply have to wait - Ben had much more important things to take care of.

He hadn’t anticipated that, on the list of things more important than Luke Skywalker, Ben would have to add ‘pretending to be interested in home rentals’. Rose was confident that Naboo would be a good place for Finn to start figuring out his life outside of the First Order and Resistance. Between that and having already gotten several nibbles on potential jobs for herself, Rose and Rey were browsing HoloNet listings whenever they had a spare moment.

It didn’t seem like something that would require him but Rey decided that, since Ben knew about the local area and the planet, that he ought to be part of the process. He would have rather given Finn Force Training 101, but the man was taking his sweet time coming clean - and it was rather amusing to watch him fumble about with the information. Trying to ask questions discreetly and being painfully obvious. Ben was certain the only reason Rey hadn’t caught on yet was because she was exhausted from the twins most of the time.

For that matter, he didn’t especially understand the drive to find someplace even as the weeks were turning into months. There was certainly more than enough space in Varykino and Ben was used to the idea of sharing large domiciles among multiple families. Besides, it was quite convenient for Rey to have the other two in the same building.

It was, at least, less annoying for the absence of Poe. Being the only one willing to openly antagonize the former Supreme Leader, Ben couldn’t help but privately be pleased when Poe Dameron was called back to duty. To the surprise of no one, Poe had formally announced that he intended to stay with the Resistance till the end. If Ben cared enough to guess, he would wager that Dameron would move from the Resistance into the leadership of whatever governing body would be formed.

The holoconferences had begun, offering blessed reprieve from homing selections but were decidedly annoying. True to the deal Leia had brokered on Ben’s behalf, he was pestered for clarification, additional information and opinions regularly. It was, from his end, tedious and without mental simulation of any kind.

Almost every call was the same - several representatives of varying factions and authorities would take turns asking questions to resolve lingering First Order created problems. Usually it was only a matter of confirming base and hideout locations, secret and double agents, that sort of thing.

Occasionally, Ben actually had to think about where a particular agent or Knight might be hiding. Or create a detailed battle plan based on reported resources and locations, outlining the ways trained First Order troops would likely respond. Exceedingly more interesting than verifying information he’d already provided in the data spikes, though he suspected a large part of this was a display. Mother wanted everyone to see how thoroughly Ben Solo had abandoned the role of Kylo Ren.

It wasn’t a bad tactic, Ben mused, scrolling through a few listings of places that were currently looking for tenants. He found himself oddly indifferent to the idea of Rose and Finn living nearby. He would have expected himself to loathe it, so perhaps he was warming to her friends after all. Or at least more options for baby-sitters.

“What did you find?”

A voice that was altogether too happy for simply stumbling upon her husband’s browsing history chirped from beside him. Though Rey didn’t remain to the side for long, as soon as Ben leaned back in his chair, she scrambled in to sit sideways. Happily nestled against him while also looking at the listings he’d been comparing.

“Rose wants a work space for welding and machinery and such, but the traitor wants a cozy place. You want them nearby, so I’ve been looking at places on the nearest edge of the closest town. Something small, where we can stick a workshop nearby.”

“So you’re only looking to make me happy?” Despite the annoyed boredom in Ben’s voice, Rey grinned. She didn’t even bother to correct him on Finn’s name.

“It’s my prime motivator these days.” Ben snorted before burying his face into her neck. She smelled of sunshine and flowers. “Where are the girls?”

“On the main veranda with your Mother. Rose is taking a few scans of them, said something about starting a scrapbook.” Sighing happily, Rey closed her eyes and leaned fully against Ben’s chest. Their life seemed entirely too sweet for people like them, a villain and a scavenger. As though sensing her thoughts, Ben suddenly sank his teeth into her shoulder.

“So we’re alone?” As he spoke, his breath fanned along her skin.

“Mmhmm.” Her mouth went dry as she answered. It wasn’t difficult to picture where her husband’s mind was heading. They hadn’t had relations of any type since their wedding night - she’d been healing and they’d been entirely entranced by the girls, not to mention exhausted. Rey was suddenly entirely aware of the thin material of her shirt, and how Ben’s breath warmed her skin through it. Wiggling deeper into his lap, she was rewarded with a tightening of his embrace.

Ben didn’t know if Rey had been planning this when she darted in. She wasn’t exactly dressed for a seduction, in the same sleeveless cream top and snug pants she’d worn for the past few days. Not that he was much better - his black shirt was half unbuttoned and falling open, with the same wrinkled trousers he’d been wearing off and on for the past week.

Whatever she’d had in mind, and all his own plans for the afternoon, were being put on a temporary hold as his hand slipped down her thigh. Her sudden intake of breath, as his fingers approached the clothed junction of her legs, had his own pants tightening. Then there was the sweet way her face buried into his shoulder, all the while her arms tightened in an embrace around his neck.

“Ben…”

The way she murmured it, so softly against his clothing, it rather felt like a question. As though she doubted he would follow through. Utterly ridiculous. Ben pressed his thumb slowly against the fabric that covered the bundle of nerves he loved to torment.

“Yes, my wife?”

The sweet concern in his voice was belied by the way his fingers moved. Rubbing against her core slowly, warming her up just the way Rey liked. Till her hips were wiggling on his lap, falling more and more apart. When her outside leg slipped down, foot hitting the floor with a soft thud and splaying her thighs open, Ben seemed to pounce. Pressing hard just above her clit, till Rey’s eyes popped open and her lips parted with a gasp.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She could feel the words rumbling around his chest, his tone so incredibly cocky. Ben knew what she was going to say, he wanted to make her say it - both to feed his ego and for the flicker of fright in his brown eyes. He might never feel entirely secure but she’d never get tired of reminding him.

“Ben… Don’t stop… Don’t ever stop”

She was too sweet, utterly delectable as her green eyes closed and Rey leaned her forehead against his own. Trusting him with her body and her pleasure, forgiving his sins and inspiring him to new ones.

“There’s my sweetheart.”

He seemed to purr and the affectionate kiss Ben placed against her temple was in strange contrast to how his strong fingers were rubbing quickly between her thighs. Winding her up till Rey was whimpering in pleading breaths, hips bucking against his touch. Meanwhile he nipped a teasing path from her shoulder to just below her jaw.

Watching her skin flush, feeling the beating of her pulse beneath his lips, Ben swore he could catch the scent of her desire in the air. Especially when she broke, arousal soaking through the thin layer of her panties and creating a patch of moisture at the crotch of her pants. Right beneath where his fingers rubbed. Ben’s mouth watered.

“I love you.” Rey thrummed with joy, not even caring how ungainly her sprawled legs must look. Her only concern was Ben and the feel of his fingers slipping beneath her waist band. The wonderful sensation of having his calloused fingers buried deep within, setting that fast pace that made her heart race.

“Let’s see if you say that in a minute.” He promised with wicked intention, cradling her close with one arm while the other hand engaged in debauchery. Plans were quickly flickering through his mind, he could bind her to the desk - wide open to any desire he might have. Introduce her to being penetrated by things other than his fingers or cock.

Ben groaned as her walls clamped down around his digits, soaking his hand with her need. Rey never failed to incite his wildest dreams, if anything his struggle to keep the pace reasonable. He wanted to throw her into sin, watch as she drowned in pleasure but then he might break the most beautiful thing he’d ever corrupted.

“I’ll never… ever stop saying that…” She panted, leaning into his side. Rey hadn’t intended to start anything when she bounced into the room - at least not consciously. It had been the realization that they had a few moments alone, and a rushed eagerness to feel his arms, that had motivated her.

He laughed, a low rumble in his chest, as Ben shifted quickly. Pouncing forward while flipping his wife onto her stomach, aggressively leaning over Rey as though to refute the gentleness of his own hands when he’d laid her out.

Rey arched her back, leaning up into his hands. Those hands that had threatened her, carried her and comforted her. Now pressed against her lips, till she opened and began to suckle the now familiar flavor of her own arousal off his fingers. Facing the wall, she couldn’t see him but Rey could hear Ben’s hiss of strained arousal. Especially as her tongue darted between, laving his calloused, drenched fingers.

Heaven. Ben groaned, biting the back of her neck. Rey was simply beyond anything he’d experienced with anyone else. Making him demanding, possessive while protective, tender even in his sadism. Leaving his right hand at her mouth, enjoying the administrations of his Flower, Ben used his left to roughly tug at her waistband. Working the material down impatiently, he could feel his patience growing thinner with every heartbeat.

There was an intoxicating sense of growing dread. As the pregnancy had begun to interfere with their lovemaking, Ben had snorted dismissively at her concerns that he might feel neglected. Instead, he made frequent promises of what he’d do, once she was ready again. Things they’d done before, things that made her blush, things that seemed impossible.

She could have asked him, Ben would tell her anything if Rey asked. But it was strange how much she liked the not knowing. Feeling his booted feet slip between her own, widening her stance with firm pressure. Until his hips were slotted neatly between her thighs, feeling the pressure of his arousal through his trousers and her soaked panties.

Those panties, soft dove grey, were infuriatingly in the way. Ben traced the fingers of his left hand along the material. Outlining his lover’s soft lips through the wet cloth, listening to how her breathing changed at the light touch. It was with moderate reluctance that Ben pulled his hand free of Rey’s lips.

She didn’t hear the soft noise of Ben palming something off his desk, or at least didn’t consider it noteworthy. Not compared to the rustle of his clothing as he slowly crouched behind her, or the warmth of his breath. Letting her know how close his lips were to the center of her desires.

“Ben-” Rey wiggled her hips impatiently, only to be cut off by the sharp sensation of his teeth on the apple of her right cheek. Her fingers curled around the edge of the desk, toes curling as she yelped. Vaguely aware of Ben caught the material of her panties in his mouth as he released her flesh, then intensely aware of how he was tugging them down with just his teeth. Exposing her womanhood to the cooler air as pleasure flooded upwards from the bite mark.

“What do we say when we want something?” Leaning back onto his haunches, Ben savored the view of his very own darling wife, splayed and bent over his desk. Where he was bartering First Order secrets and intel to maintain their life. For all he knew, the silenced datapad was pinging with demands even now. He rather hoped it was. Ben liked the idea of ignoring them all to fuck Rey.

“Ben…” She whined, but only got a kiss. Placed lovingly upon the bite, while his hands worked her panties further down her legs. Soft licks as he worked closer to her core, hungry nips - dragging his teeth along her skin. So close but so far from what she wanted. “Ben, please!”

“There we go.” Ben didn’t bother keeping the smirk out of his voice but he didn’t keep her wanting a second longer. Burying his face between her thighs, he feasted on her folds, tongue lashing roughly against her clit. Each hungry moan made his dick jump in his pants, and it was hard not to simply bury inside her right now. Just a little bit more. He had made her no end of promises, hadn’t he?

Her nails clawed against the material of the desk, Rey pressing her cheek against the cool material. For this moment, the entire world faded from her. All that existed was Ben, lapping up her nectar like a starving man, his hands running up her thighs only to rake back down when she hit her peak - seasoning her climax and making her scream.

She didn’t hear the soft slice of metal through thin fabric. In the midst of her pleasure, she didn’t even notice that something was missing. She only knew the feel of Ben moving behind her, one of his arms snaking beneath her to raise her torso slightly. His lips sealing over her own, demanding and hungry. And she returned his kiss with the same desperation, moaning against his lips.

Rey looked so beautiful like this. He loved her willful nature, admired her strength in all ways. But this was a vulnerable side she saved for him alone and he loved it. Her green eyes barely open, yet looking up at him with poorly concealed lust. The flush of desire smeared across her face, with dewy perspiration just starting to dot her forehead.

Ben kissed the tip of her nose lightly, taking another moment to admire her as he ran the rough pad of his thumb along her bottom lip. Her mouth opened slightly in response, and he couldn’t help a smug smirk. His perfect lover. In his darkest moments, he considered it a waste that a woman so wonderful ended up with someone so twisted as him. And yet she seemed to love it as much as he did.

His thumb slipped into her mouth. Aching, Rey tried to suckle on the digit but Ben pushed downward firmly till she opened further. Looking up at him in question, her husband only met her gaze with a gaze that reminded her of ravenous beasts. The answer came when something was pushed between her lips. A soft ball of cloth, soaked here and there with a familiar tang.

Rey’s eyes opened wide, mind racing even as she closed her jaw obediently at his hand’s urging. It was her panties. He’d put her own cum soaked panties in her mouth. For the briefest of moments, she considered spitting them out. But then his lips were on her own again, as though sealing some promise with a kiss and she was moaning in her throat.

Drawing back to a stand, Ben gently pressed her head back down against the desk. His heart was hammering, watching her eyes narrow again and her hips press against his own in want. Now her cries were muffled by her sealed lips and he knew what was in her mouth. What he’d put there.

“You shouldn’t indulge me. I’ll only get bolder.” He warned, the fingertips of his right hand dancing down the back of her tunic. Finding the hem, and gently stroking the curve of her ass. Her petite figure had changed as a result of carrying the twins, though not a single inch had lost its luster.

The first strike seemed to echo through Ben’s cozy office. He wasn’t entirely sure how she’d respond though, watching her body and face carefully while his palm slowly caressed the cheek he’d spanked. His reward was how her eyes grew wide with the sting, then slowly closed with a heady groan. Unable to resist, Ben bent, kissing the skin he’d just reddened.

The following blows slowly increased in tempo. Each time, there was a burst of pain that sent arousing warmth spreading throughout her body. He switched sides and she writhed shamelessly, desperately seeking friction against his body. Rey swore she could feel her arousal dipping down her thighs, but when she tried to press them together, Ben planted his own between them firmly.

“You can scream… but don’t lose that gag.”

Rey howled in frustration, her teeth biting into soft material. Lovingly cruel, Ben was keeping his promise. She couldn’t tell if she hated him or loved him more in this moment, only that she was growing increasingly desperate for him.

“You’re so beautiful.”

The words were quiet, barely spoken but she could hear them. Sending her heart racing even more, the man was truly sadistic. Then barely giving her time to comprehend before his nails were biting into her rosy and warm backside. Making her back arch though his free hand kept her pinned neatly by pressing into the small of her back.

The tip of Ben’s tongue traced his lips. How far could he push her at once? It was a familiar calculation but now without the pretense of bringing her into Darkness. It was surprisingly more fun to calculate depravity without deception, with a simple end goal of her bliss. How much time did they actually have before someone noticed the new parents hadn’t been seen for a few minutes?

The sensation of his hand winding into her brown hair was always overwhelming, fingers gripping and soothing all at once. Rey moaned around the soaked fabric, feeling as though every nerve in her body were on fire. Sensual heat radiated from her ass, and she was now oh so very sensitive to every fold in his clothing when he pressed tight against her. Why was Ben still dressed. He had to know she needed him. But when Rey tried to peek over her shoulder, his grip in her hair only tightened, refusing to let her look at anything beyond the wall - despite her frustrated groans.

Ben could watch her like this for hours, her ass glowing from a fresh spanking and trying to grind against his arousal through his clothes. Or, more accurately, he wanted to but actually having the control to keep her so needy for long without stating themselves was utterly beyond him.

“Remember that time in a forest, through the connections? I watched you ride me and wished I could wear armor soaked with your scent.”

The idea was wicked and sinful and beautiful. Rey loved it, the idea of the Supreme Leader wearing the arousal of a Jakku scavenger like perfume. Would Hux have realized what it was? She could picture Ben whirling on the redheaded snake, bellowing at him for some slight and the rodent being overwhelmed by the scent of sex.

It was just enough to keep her already distracted mind busy, simply not caring about a faint rustle of cloth. Until Ben had himself positioned just right, til Rey could feel the thick tip of him pressing just outside where she needed him most. Nearly howling in her need, Rey tried to wiggle backwards.

Adorable. Too precious to deny even as he tried. Ben grasped her hips with both hands, holding tight as he pulled her back and onto him. Sheathing his rigid cock in one thrust, hissing under his breath as he did. Such a perfect fit, and Rey was already moaning beneath him. Depraved calculations went out the window, slamming his hips against her own.

Every thrust brought her higher, Rey’s lips were parted and she gasped out in time with Ben’s rhythm. Her lust filled eyes were shameless, laying her cheek against the desk and looking back at him over her shoulder. His nails bit more sharply into her skin but Ben didn’t stop her.

Several of his dark curls had fallen into his eyes yet the man looked transfixed by the sight of where their bodies met. It was both embarrassing and thrilling, knowing that Ben was watching his arousal slide deep within her cunt, coming out slick and glistening only to plunge back in. She wasn’t the only one who felt utterly helpless to their connection, overcome with need for the other.

He needed to feel her, feel the way her body clenched around him when Rey hit her highest peaks. Every cry of pleasure she made was proof of their link, how they were perfectly fitted to one another. Greedily, Ben began to rub at her clit again, unable to wait even a moment longer.

She tried to scream his name, the sound muffled but the way her body responded wasn’t muted in the slightest. Her thighs were drenched from a fresh wave from arousal, and Rey could hear the sounds of their lovemaking bouncing off the walls. The lewd noises that only seemed to intensify with every peak.

Ben never looked away from where her arousal painted his cock and made an utter mess of their clothes. They’d need a trip to the shower after this and he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was Rey, cumming hard around him. Again and again. Till he was bracing himself on the desk over her, struggling to hold back - wanting to make it last just a little longer. Never ready for it to be over.

Rey’s mind swam with the potent mix of endorphins and affection, watching Ben’s eyes. How they were nearly closed, reaching the end of his ability to hold back. A part of her had been afraid she would lose this, that the intensity of their spark would not weather familiarity and parenting. Feeling Ben snap his hips forward, and the heat that spilled out from him, banished the last of such concerns.

As his wife descended into the warmth of a pleasure filled haze, Ben pressed tighter within as though trying to reshape their two bodies into one. When coherent thoughts began to flit around, unwelcomingly announcing the imminent return to reality, Ben reached out. Once again coaxing Rey’s mouth open, plucking the ruined undergarment from her mouth. Making sure she saw him give it a slow inhale before he let the material fall to the ground.

“You are…”

“A monster?” He smirked, leaning down to gently press his weight into her. To his surprise, she laughed and shook her head.

“Wonderful. You’re wonderful, Ben.”

He had to quickly duck his head into her shoulder, distracting her with a quick, half-thrust of his softening length. Ben supposed he could live a hundred more years and he would never get used to Rey talking about him like that, with that warmth in her voice and her eyes full of love.

Rey laughed a little more, enjoying how Ben could shift from ‘brute’ to bashful schoolboy with a properly applied complement. Especially when, trying to hide it further, he briskly went about the business of replacing their clothing and scooped her up into his arms.

She let him fuss about how they would be discovered soon and he needed to get them to the refresher. Her legs were wobbly anyway and Rey loved being in his arms. Ben’s embrace was safe, the only place in the galaxy where she got to rest. Fitting her head against his shoulder, Rey sighed happily.

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forgotten-contract · 1 year ago

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Voidtouched-blue--[prior]

"That should do it," the healer breathed. The color had drained from her face with the large portion of aether that had been consumed by the spell. "Please, bend your fingers for me. How does it feel? Any pain?" This...this feeling again. Something is wrong. It...this task shouldn't have taken that much from me. Of course her concern was less for herself and more for the woman who sat before her. Cyra's own hands had begun to shake as she relaxed them into her lap, watching the woman carefully as she took a moment to catch her breath.

As Cyra’s reaction to the sight of such violence came with that ever expected compassion, Silvaire couldn’t help but swallow around the cotton in his mouth as the two began to walk away, that unfamiliar voice speaking out again as if an actress of her own as she answered her now healer’s questions.

“Oh! It was just dreadful, I… I just can’t…” They came to sit and as the Miqo’te was shooing away people for room, those heavy browns of the countess flicked up to the lord who followed before looking back to those stars with a sigh. “I suppose if it will help with your work… I was, attacked in the night, by a malicious beast.”

Gilded eyes narrowed behind dark lenses as she went to sit with his host, idle comments of the trip on red lips as she offered permission here and there for the kindness his companion gave her. The hired guards that had flanked her moved off to the sides to leave the trio to their devices, that tall Elezen watching the two of them with a silence far denser than his usual held peace.

Sounds of her discomfort did nothing to feed the dark within as those expensive shoes wiggled with that pathetic mewling he held no interest in. He could see a show when it floundered to the stage; no, his attention was drawn instead to the way his contract’s aether lit the world around them - that warmth having no affect on the way his fingers rubbed against wrist behind his back as that irritating noise continued.

Silvaire could only feel the way her wellspring drained further. The way that the wrathful worm burrowed into the power, greedily devouring ilm after ilm of her power as it was offered freely - the color on her features draining just as much as the light faded, and her voice spoke with that ever present care.

The woman who’s name he’d never bothered to learn, gave notes of awe and surprise as she tested the movement of thin fingers for the Keeper, stretching them this way and that as she smiled far too wide; soon enough holding a palm towards the loitering voidsent with that overly-familiar lilt.

“My, would you look at that Sir, she’s done and made me fine as jewels!”

For a moment it looked as if she’d expected him to take her hand, or to agree to such a statement for her benefit by the way those dark brown eyes studied him; instead he only nodded, offering a quite retort of praise to his real companion instead.

“Yes, she’s worked very hard to get where she is. You were smart to seek her out, I’ve no idea what would have happened to your fragile bones otherwise.”

A huff of a hum graced her features as her smile threatened on a scowl, and the Hyur looked to the Miqo’te beside her, motioning and speaking as if it’d now turned into some casual conversation; though the undertone of her words carried all the same despite the half hearted laugh on colored lips.

“Master Vana’diel and I know each other through a prior agreement you see, He’s very, very good at what he does-“ Earthen browns turned to him again as she slid those newly fixed hands to the cloth that hugged the bare skin of her neck, before looking back to her new ‘friend’ and offering that continued tone. “-I mean, you’ve even got such a lovely scarf. I do love it.”

Silvaire knew what she was implying.

And he didn’t have enough words to identify the emotional violence that came at the insinuation of that hypothetical relationship.

Not with Cyra.

Clearing his throat the lord took a step forward - completely ignoring the painted woman - speaking to his friend with a soft note of concern for her pale features;

“Is there anything else needed? Or will the ‘gifts’ of the town suffice?”

As he wasn’t hiding his words, the Hyur seemed to jump at the prospect of losing the conversation, and spoke once more, pulling her coinpurse from one of her guards with a snap of her fingers, eyes to the lord as she licked her lips - the fervor of something hidden in dark eyes.

“Ah-ah No, tell me, how much do you cost?”

Silvaire’s eyes narrowed. “Her services don’t come for payment. You may leave.”

Pouted cheeks puffed as the woman seemed to deflate at his complete denial - and on choosing to ignore him, she instead turned, looking to the young Miqo’te directly as she repeated and rephrased the question; speaking as an Ul’dahn twisted by the allure of gil, as if the man beside his keeper really was nothing but the entourage like those invisible guards.

“Yes, right, your services. How much?”

#(morbid curiosity) [voidtouched blue]#thread: voidtouched studies #[aspects of black and white]#[AND SOMEHOW WE'VE GOTTEN HERE]#[I love Cyra so much]#[let her REGAIN HER AETHER SAHM]

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years ago

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Ruin - 2.

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Requested.

Mini series masterlist

Run-through: You work at a café owned by your family, close to your uni. And most of your days are pretty laid back and calm, but that is until you catch the eye of the mob boss. Your cute skirts and soft sweaters make him weak. Your innocence captivates him. And he wants you, badly. He wants you in his bed, wants his hand under those cute little skirts… he wants to ruin you.

Themes: age gap, fluff, smut, angst

You felt cold, metal fingers lazily caressing your cheek. Then you felt his warm mouth press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Hey baby, wake up.” He whispered, kissing down your cheek. When you finally opened your eyes to look at him he smiled and said, “I have to drop you off in time before your Grandpa starts wondering why you’re coming home so late in the morning after you spent the whole night studying with a friend.”

You shoved the guilt down and smiled at how he put emphasis on ‘studying’ and ‘friend’ since that was the lie you’d been feeding your family for the past weeks. You were on summer break from uni already, but you’d been lying and telling your family that you still had some stuff left to do, assignments to return, hence the frequent ‘study sleepovers’ at one of your friends’ apartment.

Instead, you’d been spending almost every night with Bucky this whole time. You did feel bad for lying, to your grandparents, to your parents as well. But this was the only way you could be with Bucky.

You lifted a hand up and cupped his face as he hovered above you, the morning sunlight made him look angelic. “I never used to lie before I met you. Now look. You’ve ruined me.” You said with a faint smile. Bucky leaned down and gave you a kiss.

You kissed him back, not caring about the time. It must surely be getting close to noon given that you both had woken up earlier, you had breakfast in bed, fucked again, then you took a nap right after.

Bucky groaned in annoyance as he pulled away from the kiss. “I don’t want you to leave my bed.” He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, “Want to keep you here forever. All naked and open for me.” He whispered, making you shiver under him.

You felt his hand sneaking under the blanket to touch your bare leg. You smiled and spread your legs further apart as he inched higher and higher up your thigh.

Bucky chuckled into your ear, whispering, “Look at you. You used to be all shy and coy.” He playfully bit your earlobe, “And now look at you, spreading your legs for me so I can make you come. Is that what you want, baby? You want me to make you come before you go?” He asked, his metal fingers rubbing against your already wet folds.

You moaned, at his words, at the coldness of his addictive touch. You nodded quickly, “Yes, please…”

Bucky pulled away to look down at you, he gave you a triumphant smirk as he held your stare while pushing his fingers inside you slowly, knowing just how you liked it. You gasped at the contrast in temperature inside of you. His fingers moved in and out of you so carefully, so perfectly that your back arched in pleasure. Your eyes shut as you whimpered and whined under his touch.

“Oh…” You mewled, “Bucky…” His name left your lips repeatedly as he finger-fucked you faster. His thumb teased your clit in sync each time he thrust his fingers into you.

“Are you gonna come for me again, baby?” He asked, kissing down your chest until he playfully bit on your breasts. “Hmm? Are you close?” He asked, then chuckled, “Because your thighs are trembling, and I know you already came so much for me this morning. But I need you to come again, okay?”

You don't know how you answered that because your mind was a foggy mess. All you knew was that you wanted more, more, more…

“Go on, baby.” He said, curling his fingers inside of you and moving them faster, “Come for me.” He sucked one of your nipples into his warm mouth as you squirmed under him, coming hard all for him, drenching his fingers which he then pulled out and shoved into his waiting mouth.

You moaned again just looking at him sucking the taste of you off of his fingers. “You’re making it hard to leave.” You whined, then grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

He smiled into the kiss. “You make it hard too, baby.”

You caught the innuendo, then playfully tugged on his hair. “Let me take care of it for you then.”

He pulled away and laughed. “We don’t have time. I should’ve dropped you off by now. Come on, get dressed.” He left the bed after gently smacking your exposed thigh.

You groaned, getting out of bed finally. “Will I see you again tonight?” You asked, walking into the bathroom.

Bucky walked in after you, taking in the sight of you in nothing but his t-shirt from last night. He approached you and hugged you from behind as you brushed your hair to make yourself look presentable, and not like you’d just spent the entire night fucking an insatiable man.

“Of course,” He said, “It’s date night.”

—

You two managed to fool everybody for another couple of days. It was always the same excuse - you have an assignment to return, and you promised a friend that you would work on it together so you would be sleeping over at her place itself after working on said assignment till extremely late into the night.

Then there was this one day where your grandparents had some family event to attend to, so that meant that you would be responsible for the coffee shop that day since they would return quite late in the evening.

Bucky risked coming into the shop to see you that day. It was a slow day, just a couple of people scattered around. And when Bucky walked in and saw you in one of those little skirts he loved so much, he knew just what to do with you.

He walked in and went straight to the back, into the washrooms. And barely a second later, you received a text from him telling you to meet him there. You knew what for, so you had one of the other baristas handle the shop while you made your way to the back as well.

Once you were inside, you shut the door, locked it and faced him with a shy smile. “If someone recognized you, I would be in so much trouble. You shouldn’t be here.” You whispered.

Bucky was onto you before you could even process it. One metal hand holding you by the throat as the other hand slipped under the hem of your skirt to cup you where you were throbbing in need of him.

He pushed you back against the door. “No? How else would I know that you’re wearing this damn skirt again?” He whispered, sounding every bit like the intimidating, powerful mob boss he was.

You almost smiled at his possessive tone because you knew it was just a game you and him like to play - where he pretended that wearing your little skirt around other men was the worst thing you could do.

So you played along, faking a look of concern and apology. “But there’s not that many people around. Besides, you don’t have to worry about them. I’m yours.” You said, grinding against his hand that was in between your legs.

Bucky smirked, “That’s right. You’re mine.” He slipped his hand from under your skirt and walked the two of you over to the counter. He turned you around so your back was pressed up against his torso and the two of you faced the mirror. “And to remind you that you’re mine, I’m gonna make you watch as I fuck you while you’re wearing this little skirt.”

You shivered, gasping at his words. You gripped the counter as he grabbed your skirt on either side and pulled it up until it bunched around your waist. He didn’t even touch you anywhere, nor removed your top.

No, this was a quick, hot fuck to remind you that you belong to him. And he can show up at your shop and fuck you in the bathroom because he could.

You jumped and bit back a yelp when he pinched your ass. The tingly sensation within you intensified as you heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. You watched his reflection, and bit back another moan. He looked so cocky as he met your stare.

“Spread your legs for me.” He ordered. And you did as he placed his hand on your shoulder and urged you to bend forward over the counter, making your ass stick out. He pulled your underwear to the side and lazily inspected your wet folds before guiding his cock over to your entrance.

You felt his tip press against your folds, slowly rubbing up and down, parting the folds at your entrance. He looked up and met your stare, maintaining eye contact as he pushed himself slowly inside of you.

“You feel that, baby? You feel how hard seeing you in this cocktease of a skirt makes me?”

You nodded. Your grip on the counter grew tighter as you steadied yourself. And you were captivated. You couldn’t look away. Slowly, he filled you up, stretching you as he went, burying himself entirely inside you.

You were whimpering as quietly as you could as he pulled out and pushed back in a couple more times, just to have you feel him getting harder inside of you before he starts fucking you for real.

You couldn’t form proper words as he started thrusting into you. You couldn’t do anything other than watch him fuck you in the mirror. How your body moved along with his, how your breasts bounced with each thrust, how his grip tightened on your hips each time he looked down to see his cock disappearing into your tight hole.

And each time he filled you up, the tip of his cock brushed against your most sensitive spot, and you had to bite down on your tongue to keep yourself from moaning out loud.

“That’s it, take all of me.”

Your mind was a foggy mess and there wasn’t much you could do other than take his deliciously, toe-curling, rough and animalistic thrusts. Each time he slammed into you, your front bumped against the counter but you did not care. You wanted more of him. You wanted him deeper.

You accidentally let out a moan, which made him chuckle. He leaned forward and playfully bit your neck, then said, “See what you do to me? You turn me into an animal, baby.”

His hand flew to your ponytail and he grabbed it, twisted your hair around his hand and pressed your face forward, closer to the mirror to a point where a small part condensed each time you breathed. You whimpered, pressing your forehead against the mirror as he pounded into you. His pelvic bone smacking against your ass each time he did so.

You couldn’t hold back your whines and whimpers. Bucky just fucked you faster upon hearing the sounds you made.

“Fuck,” He growled. “So fucking tight, and all mine.” He tugged on your hair and said, “Look up. Look at me.” When you finally met his stare in the mirror he smirked and said, “This little cunt is mine, yes?”

“Yes,” You nodded, “All yours.” You said as he fucked deeper into you, speeding up.

You felt a familiar warmth washing over you, and a pressure building in your lower region. You knew you couldn’t hold it any longer. And when your walls clenched around him, Bucky knew you were close as well.

“You're gonna come for me, baby? Go ahead, come around my cock,” he cooed, his voice laced with lust and desire. “Show me you’re mine, come on. Come all over this cock…”

He didn’t even finish his sentence and you were already gushing out around his cock, walls pulsating around him as you came hard - gasping and panting for air as you did. Bucky did too. With a few strokes against your walls, he came right after you.

He let out a satisfied grunt as he carefully pulled out and watched how his cum leaked out of your sensitive folds. He adjusted his pants and zipped it up. He pulled your underwear back in place, then your skirt, and finally he pulled you up against him. He nuzzled your neck as you caught your breath.

“Now,” He spoke into your ear, his warm breath making your squirm even more, “You’re gonna go out there, walk around, smile and pour all these nice, kind people coffee while you’re all sticky and messy with my cum in between your legs. And you’re gonna be so proud of it. You know why?”

“Because I’m yours.” You answered, indeed with pride.

He hummed, smiling against your skin. “I’ll see you later, baby.”

And then he left.

—

That little tryst was a mistake.

Because only a day after that, your grandparents showed up at your apartment above the café. Your grandfather was furious and yet he maintained his calm and composure as he accused you of being careless and silly for mingling with someone like Bucky after he warned you.

You felt the wave of guilt hit you when he explained that he found out about all your lies. And how disappointed he was. He kept saying how dangerous men like Bucky were, and you refrained from talking back because your grandfather was an intimidating man and you didn’t want to get into a heated argument.

“We only want what’s best for you. You’re our little girl, we want you safe.” He said before leaving. “Now, your parents will be here in a couple of days to pick you up, they want you to spend the rest of the summer with them. Until they get here, you are to stay away from that criminal. Understood? I will also be taking away your phone and computer.”

Your eyes widened, then a dry chuckle escaped your lips accidentally. “What am I, fifteen?”

He only stared at you with a blank expression. “You can have your stuff back when you start acting like you're not fifteen. I have to ensure you do not contact him. Phone and computer, now. Or I will call your parents right away.”

You held your tears in as you gave away your means of communicating with Bucky. Your only hope now was that he’d somehow figure it out and reach out before your parents get here. When your grandparents left, you finally let the tears fall silently. You hated it when they treated you like you were a child. Of course, you understood where they were coming from but still, it hurt.

You just wished Bucky would somehow get to you before your parents come to take you away, God knows where.

—

The next couple of days were hard. You’d wake up every morning, worried that your parents might be here already. You’d wake up wishing you’d somehow find Bucky at your door by whatever miracle. Of course, you weren’t allowed to go anywhere on your own because your grandparents were keeping a close eye on you.

And now that they knew you’d been lying and have been on summer break this whole time, you didn’t even argue that they’re being overprotective. So your days consisted of working at the coffee shop, and longing.

On the third day, you managed to convince your grandfather to let you go to the bookstore - the one right across the street. You even told him that he could keep watch if he suspected that you were gonna try anything. He, albeit reluctantly, let you go.

Bucky was nowhere to be found, but at least buying some new books might make you feel better.

So you walked into the bookstore and for the first time in days, a lazy smile formed on your face. You went over to your favorite section and began browsing. You were the only one in the bookstore at the moment, so when you felt someone standing right next to you, you immediately turned to look.

It was a handsome man, with blue eyes which immediately reminded you of Bucky. You watched him for another second then he turned to look at you and smiled, “Hello, Y/N.” Your eyes widened at the mention of your name by this stranger but before you could panic he said, “Don’t freak out, your grandfather might be watching from across the street. I work for Bucky. My name’s Steve. He sent me to make sure you’re okay since he can’t reach you through your phone.”

Your eyes watered, as you gave him a faint smile. A little embarrassed at the whole situation but the warmth in Steve’s eyes made you feel a little better.

“I’m… I- they found out about us. And um,” You sniffled, looking down to hide your tears, “They took my phone and computer away, I couldn’t… I couldn’t tell him.”

Steve nodded, then pretended to browse through books as well. “He wanted me to tell you that he’s always nearby, and told me to tell you not to worry. He’ll come and see you soon, okay?”

You nodded, quickly. “Just tell him to hurry, my parents are supposed to be here soon. And I don’t know how-,”

Steve cut you off, “Tonight. 10 pm. Keep your bedroom window open. Okay?”

You nodded. Your grandparents always had dinner with you these days, but they’ll be long gone by 10 so that works for you. “Yes, I’ll wait.”

Steve smiled, then handed you a paper bag. It was rather heavy. You gave him a questioning look and then he answered, “He sent books for you.” Steve then smiled and walked away, over to another section and you were left standing there with your heart racing just at the mere thought of Bucky.

A laugh escaped your lips through the tears because suddenly you felt like you were in a fairytale with a forbidden romance trope. Like you were being kept up in a tower somewhere and Bucky was the knight who’d have to defeat some great dragon to get to you.

But he’d get to you in the end, you knew he would.

–

You were a nervous wreck that night, as you waited. So many things could go wrong. What if your grandparents somehow forgot something and came back here only to find Bucky inside your home? What if someone else saw him and reported back to your family? What if-

Then you heard it, as you sat on your bed, in the darkness. You heard some noise, maybe footsteps. Then you saw a shadow outside your window in a familiar shape. You held your breath as said shadow opened your window from outside and climbed into your room.

Only when he had shut the window again from the inside, and shut the curtains as well did you finally breathe. You turned your bedside lamp on to get a good look at him and your heart hurt at the sight of him. Dark clothes, as usual. He looked like he hadn’t shaved, or slept well.

“Bucky.” You almost cried as you ran into his arms and hugged him as tight as you could. He wrapped his arms securely around you as he held you. You pushed your face into his chest and tried to get your breathing under control. You smiled, then you felt the tears running down your cheeks as you inhaled his scent. He smelt of his fading cologne and of the cold night air.

If you could trap that comforting scent in a bottle and keep it forever, you would.

“I’m here, baby.” He whispered into your hair as he kissed the top of your head. “I’m right here.” He spoke again.

You pulled away, feeling more like the damsel trapped in the tower as you looked up at your tall, dark and handsome man. “Bucky,” You sniffled, feeling a lump in your throat that prevented you from talking, “They-,”

“Shh,” He cut you off. “I know, Steve told me everything while I was on my way here.” His hands came up to cup your face and he wiped away your tears as he leaned in for a kiss. “I’ve missed you, let me have you.” He whispered against your lips before he kissed you so hard you forgot everything else.

Just this moment mattered. Him, here in your dimly lit room. That’s all that mattered.

You kissed him back, and your tears finally stopped. You let him guide the two of you back into your bed.

He pushed you down on your bed and held your stare as he undressed you; smirking as he watched how you grew more and more desperate with each item of clothing he took off. First your shirt, then your PJ shorts, and finally, your little cotton panties. Then he undressed himself. Finally, he hovered on top of you.

Bucky lowered his face, pressing his forehead against yours gently, “Let me take my time with you tonight, okay?” He spoke softly.

You nodded, needing him more than you needed air.

When he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance, you almost lost your mind. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, and he didn’t move. He remained completely still, breathing heavily and swearing under his breath, but not moving. Not yet.

“Fuck…”

You were so full of his thick cock that even forming a proper thought seemed impossible at the moment. You shuddered as you felt all of him on top of you. His lips found yours again, attempting to get you to stay quiet while he made himself comfortable in between your legs, with you keeping his cock warm.

“Bucky… please, move. Please.” You pleaded.

Bucky groaned as he forced himself to stay still. “I just… wanna feel you right now.” He whispered into your ear. “When I didn’t hear from you, I thought…” He pulled away to look down at you, his cock still hard and buried deep within you. “I love you, you know that right?”

You almost cried again as you looked up at him. You nodded, “I know. I love you too.”

He gave you a lazy smile before he pulled out and pushed himself back into you. You heard him panting and swearing under his breath as he rocked into you, slowly. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he sped up into you.

“For a moment I thought you’d actually left me.” He mumbled right in your ear as he fucked you relentlessly. “But you wouldn’t do that, would you?”

You whined, throwing your head back and moaning at how good he felt. “No… you know I wouldn’t.” You were breathless.

He growled at how your walls clenched around him. He reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He looked so powerful, and fucking hot. Dangerous, mean and strong, hovering above you, his cock buried deep in you. Looking down at you like he owned you.

He did.

“You’re mine, remember that.”

He kissed you while he fucked you nice, slow and deep. Given his size, he stretched you out completely. And like he said, he was taking his sweet time. Your legs trembled as you lifted them up to wrap them around his waist.

Bucky pulled away from the kiss as he stared into your eyes, fucking you slowly, letting both of you feel each other. You looked up at him, eyes watering again because it was too much, too good to handle.

He only thrust deeper into you when he noticed the silent tears sliding down your face.

Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the thrill each time he felt himself thrusting deep within you. “You feel that? I’m so deep inside you, it’s driving me crazy baby.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You can feel me deep inside you, can’t you?” he sounded cocky as he gently squeezed the side of your throat.

“Please…” You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept fucking you so slowly that you couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, I need to come. Please, Bucky.”

And finally he let you. After a few more deep, fast strokes, you came undone all around him. He came right after you, kissing your mouth deeply as the two of you came down from your high.

—

Bucky noticed your eyelids began getting heavy so he said, “I tried to track your phone, you know? But it always showed that you were either at the coffee shop or at your grandparents’ place. And I couldn’t risk coming to either of those places. I didn’t know he’d confiscated your things, I just thought you’d been living with them for a few days.” He sighed, “I should've sent Steve sooner.”

You were quiet for a few seconds then said, “It’s okay, you’re here now.”

Bucky leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “I am.” Then after a while he said, “Come to the bookstore tomorrow morning, at eight thirty. I’ll have Steve meet you there and leave you a phone.” Then he scoffed, “Fuck,” He swore, “I should’ve brought one with me.” He cussed again. “I didn’t think about that. I can’t leave mine with you, it’s too risky.” He sighed, “Just, come to the bookstore tomorrow, okay?”

Your head was on his chest so you tilted your head up to look at him. “And then what? My parents are-,”

He cut you off, “Once you have a phone and I can contact you, we’ll come up with something. I don’t know what yet, but we’ll figure it out, okay?”

You smiled at him, despite an annoying gut feeling telling you that something was off. “Careful, I’ve been hearing that my grandpa has been cleaning his hunting rifle these days.”

Bucky chuckled. “I love you, I'll fight the whole world for you, what’s one grandpa?”

You laughed before leaning in for another kiss. “And I love you. Just promise me we’ll figure something out before my parents get here to take me away.”

When you pulled away from the kiss, Bucky nodded and said, “I promise, baby. Besides, wherever they take you, I’ll always find you.” He winked, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You tightened your arms around him, knowing that he’d be leaving soon.

Bucky’s heart melted. “I’ll leave after you fall asleep, you needy baby.”

He watched how you smiled and snuggled closer to him. Falling asleep without a care in the world because you knew your man was here, no matter what.

—

You woke up extra early that morning, almost giddy to go to the bookstore and meet Steve. You woke up, and got ready well before seven in the morning. The coffee shop wouldn’t open till eight so you had enough time to sit in bed and overthink.

You began thinking about a future where your family accepts Bucky. And you began obsessively checking the time.

At seven thirty, there was a knock on your front door. And your heart sank. It took you a moment to unfreeze and walk towards the door and open it.

Somehow you knew what was on the other side of the door. Or who. And there were your parents. Smiling at you. You couldn’t help but smile back because you had missed them so much. They were barely around these past years, always away at work.

“Hi honey! We missed you.” Your mom walked in and hugged you tightly. You did miss her so you hugged her back, your eyes tearing up for another reason entirely. “Alright, pack your stuff. We leave as soon as possible. The car’s waiting outside.”

You wiped your tears. “Where are we going?” You asked.

Your dad stepped in and said, smiling just as much as your mom, “That’s a surprise! Now come on, hurry!”

Your heart was breaking in two. You could tell them the truth, but you couldn’t handle hurting them like that. You’d always been a good kid, so you kept a fake smile on. But you had to keep your hopes up.

As you mechanically walked into your bedroom to get your things, you kept thinking about Bucky’s promise.

Wherever they take you, I’ll always find you.

You forced yourself to believe that he would indeed. And that everything would be okay.

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