#anthony ramos x reader

[kar1nsworldx]

𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 - 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙨

pairing: Anthony Ramos x f!reader

Instagram!AU

SUMMARY: their friends as well fans finally get to see anthony & y/n get together. after all, it was a long time coming.

requested: nope, but as always they are opened! ♡

AUTHOR'S NOTE: hope you all enjoy reading this! not beta read so I apoligise for all the mistakes, I am dyslexic and the fat thumbs don't help either w writing :,)

ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 🧸ྀི

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: what a show, wow! thank you to everyone who came & watched, greatful for you all!! 🫶🫶 p.s. thanks lin for the 5th picture c:

tagged: @anthonyramosoffical @daveeddiggs @lin_manuel

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COMMENTS;

userly: Went to my first broadway show ever and I am shocked at how good it was!! So happy I was given to chance to go, I had a blast!! ☺️☺️

y/n l/n: @userly soso glad to hear that!! hope to see you again at another show of ours too! 🫶

us3r: y'all were amazing, wow!!!

y/n l/n: @us3r thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say! hope you enjoyed it! 🫶

anthonyramosoffical: when did you take that picture of me??

y/n l/n: @anthonyramosoffical you'll never know 🤫🤭

anthonyramosoffical: 😓

y/n l/n: @anthonyramosoffical 🫶

user777: guys is this flirting? are they flirting? please tell me theyre flirting

user0: oh honey i wish 😞 atp i dont think theyll ever be together <//3 and belive me, we tried to set them up <///3

user777: awwwww :(

lin_manuel: anytime soldier 🫡

y/n l/n: @lin_manuel 💓

userbunny123: ahh I love your photo dumps every single time, they're always so pretty! <3

y/n l/n: @userbunny123 oh why thank you, so sweet of you to say! 🫶

userxe: i love how she responds to every comment 🥹🥹

y/n l/n: @userxe i try! 🥹🥹

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WIRED has posted a new video, check it out...

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"Hi, my name is Y/n L/n and this is the WIRED autocomplete interview," the video started off, y/n sat in the centre of the shot, a big smile on her face. The actress was incredibly excited to be apart of this interview and video, as she heard from others that they quite enjoyed being part of it. Her coworker and friend too, Lin, can also vouch that.

"Autocomplete suggests the most common searches on the internet-"

*insert a piece of footage where y/n is giggling, her face red*

"-so WIRED asked Y/n L/n some of the internet's burning questions."

"Thank you," y/n said as she was handed a board from one of the crew members. "Alright, let's get started.. Can y/n l/n dance?" she started, peeling off the first piece of tape. "Do people really want to know that?" she asked off camera, confused. "Well I can dance, but not traditional dances I'd say like waltz and so on, but rather the choreography that I have to do for a show or film," she replied before moving on.

"Can y/n l/n sing? Well duh! I'm not in Hamilton just because of my looks," she replied, a small laugh escaping her. "Can y/n l/n speak multiple languages? Why yes I can! I speak croatian, english and spanish fluently and I'm working on french at the moment," she said before scratching her head akwardly, a small smile in her face, "It's a work in progress.."

As the interview continued, she was given new boards every few minutes before the last one came.

"Last one!" she exclaimed, smiling as she peeled of a piece of tape.

"Where is y/n l/n from? Well I'm from Croatia! Was born and raised in Rijeka, the country's third biggest city until I was 18 before moving to the states for collage. I was fortunate enough to get a full ride, or otherwise I have no idea where I'd be in life," y/n explained, telling the camera some information from her childhood.

"What was y/n l/n's first job? Oh! My first job was a cashier at the uh... how do you say it..?" she asked the crew, her face confused. "Pumpa.., pumpa.., benzinska stanica.., uhh the place where you pump your car?"

"Do you mean the gas station?"

"Oh yes!" y/n exclaimed, laughing as she was reminded. "Sorry about that, I do know to forget from time to time words in english. Anyways, yes, I was a cashier at a gas station near my collage. I worked lot's of night shifts, but they pay was pretty good for a broke collage kid so I was happy," she answered before going over to the last question of the interview.

"Did you leave the best for last?" she asked, peeling the tape of.

"Are y/n l/n and Anthony Ramos-, ohmygod!" she exclaimed, giggling as she went red in the face. "Are y/n l/n and Anthony Ramos dating?" she finally said outloud, her cheeks flushed at the unexpected question. "We are not, but should we? I mean, I get this question asked almost every time I meet a fan, like you guys? Do you guys know something we don't?" she asked in general, another laugh escaping her as she out down the board.

"I'm single at the moment and not looking to date anyone but if you guys want I'll discuss it with Ant, considering how much you guys ask this question," she said to the camera.

"It was actually the second most searched question that came up about you," a crew member out of shoot told her. "What?!" she exclaimed, face red again. "Christ, you lot are insane. I'll still love you guys tho. Anyways, bye!" she said to the camera, waving as it stopped rolling.

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: see you on the other side of the war (after break) 🫶

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COMMENTS;

user111: LMAOO the lil hamilton funko pop

y/n l/n: @user111 isn't he cute? c:

useredup: oooh I love your boots!

y/n l/n: @useredup thank you very much!

user888: you wear glasses??

y/n l/n: @user888 just for reading (:

phillipasoo: 💙

y/n l/n: @phillipasoo 💓

userexpress: @y/n l/n whats ur fav hamilton song?

y/n l/n: @userexpress ohhh, good question! dear theodosia, 100%

useriii: any book recs?

y/n l/n: @useriii honestly any book holly jackson has ever written, she is amazing!

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: woof woof

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COMMENTS;

user: THE CAPTION HAHAH

user101: IS THAT PRINCE

useredup: MORE IMPORTANTLY IS THAT ANTHONY?!??

user101: OHMYGOD I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE WHAT THE HELL @y/n l/n

useroo: omg her eyes are so prettttyyyy <3

userly: I ♡ her photodumps

useruuu: GANG SHE AIN'T REPLYING TO NOBODY WTH

user874: @y/n l/n we onto yo ass

userly: sooo... did ya speak with him @y/n l/n???

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: back to buisness baby! thank you ant for the pre-show coffee 🫶🫶

tagged: @anthonyramosoffical

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COMMEMTS;

useroh: WERE YALL ON A DATE????

y/n l/n : @useroh no haha!

useroh: ...hm

uswer: #hamilton is baaaaaaackkkkkk

y/n l/n: @uswer yes it isssssss

anthonyramosoffical: only for you

y/n l/n: @anthonyramosoffical that's why you're my favourite

anthonyramosoffical: sigh, you only use me for my money 🤧

y/n l/n: @anthonyramosoffical that is so not true you liar!!

anthonyramosoffical: 😘

useeer: were watching yall 😶

useroo: THE KISSY FACE???

user007: going to a #hamilton show next week, i cannot wait eeek!!

y/n l/n: @user007 can't wait to see you there! 🫶

user: "Whole Wall Street thinks you're great, you'll always be adored by things you create!"

y/n l/n: @user "but upstate people think you're crooked, the Schuyler seat was up for grabs so I took it!" 😉

user814: ant + y/n 🥰🥰

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daveeddiggs

now playing; Dear Theodosia by Leslie Odom Jr., Lin-Manuel Miranda

liked by y/n l/n, hamiltonmusical and 97,774 others

daveeddiggs: happy birthday to our youngest star

tagged: @y/n l/n

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COMMENTS;

y/n l/n: Jesus Christ Daveed you sure know how to make a girl cry, thank you 💓🤧

daveeddiggs: ❤

user777: ohhh that song choice will make her cryyy bahhh 🥹🥹

oaksmash: happy bday @y/n l/n 🥳🥳

y/n l/n: @oaksmash thank you oak!! 💓

lin_manuel: 🥳🥳

user101: happy birthday y/n!!!

reneeelisegoldsberry: 💗💗

phillipasoo: 💙

jazzy_joness: 💛

userxe: 'our youngest star' 🥹🥹🥹

userough: happy birthday rockstarrr!!

hamiltonmusical: it's your birthday? AWESOME, WOW. 😉🥳

userbunny123: hb y/nnnnn!!

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hamiltonmusical

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hamiltonmusical: happy birthday to our very own y/n l/n! may you always be satisfied 💛

#y/nl/n #hamilton #hamiltonmusical #hamfam #ham4ever

tagged: @y/n l/n

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COMMENTS;

y/n l/n: thank you soso much! 🫶🫶🫶

hamiltonmusical: 💛💛💛

user007: happy birthday!!!

user808: happy birthday y/n

user123: 🥳🥳

leslieodomjr: 🥳❤

userouu: 🥺🥺🥺

userly: hb y/n!!

user: fav #hamilton actor + character 💓💓

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hamiltonmusical posted a video, go check it out...

[ video starts by showing Lin bringing a birthday cake, placing it infront of y/n. her and the whole cast where in their rehersal room, y/n sat at the head of a long black table whilst everyone else was sat or around y/n. the cast started to sing happy birthday to y/n, her smile big and wide amd cheeks red as they sang. "Make a wish!" Renee's voice could be heard as the birthday girl blew out her candles. "What did you wish for?" Anthony asked her, who was standing right next to her, and it could be seen that one of his arms was placed right on her chair as well.]

["Well I can't tell you that now can I? Otherwise my wish won't come true!" y/n giggled, looking up at him. as Lin started to cut the cake, the group started to sing once more, only a different song this time. from a speaker out of frame the melody of 'Dear Theodosia' started to play and y/n's eyes went wide as she realised. by the end of the video as everyone stopped singing, y/n was crying (tears of happines though!!) with one hand covering her mouth whilst her arm was wrapped around Anthony as the two hugged, Anthony laughing at her and telling her softly not to cry. that's where the video ends.]

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anthonyramosofficial

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anthonyramosofficial: sretan rođendan mojoj najdražoj ❤

tagged: @y/n l/n

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COMMENTS;

y/n l/n: hvala ti milo moje 🫶

anthonyramosoffical: ❤

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"Thank you for today," y/n said, lounging on Anthony's couch as the two half heartedly watched a show on his tv, paying attention to eachother than the screen. "Of course," the curly haired man smiled, nudging her shoulder.

The two sat close to eachother, Prince sleeping soundly inbetween them. It was nice, peaceful.

"So uh..," Anthony trailed off, clearing his throat before continuing to speak. "I watched your latest interview, the one with WIRED," "Yeah, did you like it?" "Yeah, it was funny. Or well, you were,"

"Thank you," y/n replied, her mind catching up to what this related to. "Those this have to do anything with the last question of the video?" shw asked him, cheeks red.

"Maybe.." he trailed off, looking around before back st her. "So?" "Would you like.., to date me?" he asked, hands figeting.

"I think I'd love to if you would," she replied, not really sure herself how she's been able to keep eyecontact with him through the duriation of the conversation.

"Me too," he said, his smile growing as he looked down at her.

"May I kiss you?"

"Please do."

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: sretan rođendan meni 💋

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: sretan rođendan mojem najdražem 🤍🥳

tagged: @anthonyramosofficial

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COMMENTS;

daveeddiggs: well its about goddamn time

y/n l/n: @daveeddiggs oh bug off ☹️

daveeddiggs: not happening kid

anthonyramosofficial: ❤❤

y/n l/n: @anthonyramosoffical 💋

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anthonyramosofficial

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anthonyramosofficial: cats outta the bag 🐱🐈❤

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[dance-is-life27]

Waiting, Wanting

Parker Robbins x Reader

Summary: After far too long of not allowing yourself to date Parker, to want Parker, you finally cave with the arrival of Riri Williams.

Warnings: Fluff, like a smidge of angst, gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns used for reader like once I think, reader has a code name/alias, not beta read, getting together, kissing, way too much emphasis on those bagels from the beginning of episode two (yes I was hungry), Parker is a flirt and a little bit manipulative, in fact Parker might be a little ooc this is my first time writing him, and inappropriate employer/employee relationship?? (does it matter when your both criminals but he's your boss??)

A/n: tell me why the hardest part of this was trying to figure reader's skill set and what they could bring to the team when everybody else fills every other role lol. I still don't know how I feel about reader's place amongst them in this fic but oh well

Also inspired by this poll I made, let me know if you guys want the smut version of this fic as well!

Reblogs are more appreciated than likes!

You find yourself tapping your fingers against the wood of the table as you stare hard at the bag of bagels a few feet away from you. You probably could be paying more attention to the introductions Parker gives to Riri but your hunger is making you distracted, and impatient. 

Clown bumps your knee with hers, “Careful, you keep staring at that bag hard enough, you’ll start drooling.” She halfway whispers to you which pulls a quiet chuckle from your throat. 

“Drooling is the least of my problems, you know I’ve got a pit for a stomach down there.” You joke back before you nudge her shoulder with yours, the both of you going playfully back and forth in your seats before Parker clears his throat and looks at you both expectantly. 

“And Riri to the right of Clown is Cami, aka Chameleon. Our resident grifter who can blend in anywhere and everywhere, and uses their connection to the local Chicago pd to keep an eye out for cops and give us enough time to get away if the situation calls for it. Ironically, we first met when someone tried to pickpocket me and the rest is history.” Parker’s eyes catch yours as a grin slides onto his face, “It’s still one of the best and most memorable days of my life.” 

“Also known amongst the rest of us as Parker’s future spouse.” Roz speaks up, forcing you to turn to her and lift your left hand expectantly. 

“Can’t call me that if there is no ring.” You reply with ease before you give her the middle finger with a smile on your face. 

“Oh, I can get you a ring no problem.” Parker’s voice cuts through the laughter in the space, “In fact we can go ring shopping right now. How big you want it?”

Your eyes roll instantly, “Ignore him, Riri. He doesn’t know how to turn off the charm.” 

“And yet, he seems to only flirt like that with you.” Slug points out with a directed raise of their eyebrow. A scoff leaves your lips as everyone else agrees and you finally cave to reach forward and grab the bag of bagels in front of you. 

“Whatever, don’t we have a heist to be planning or something?” You redirect, very pointedly ignoring the way you can feel Parker staring into the side of your face before he agrees and redirects the rest of the planning to John. And if anyone asks you’ll blame the heat rising to your cheeks on one of the warm bagels you just bit into. 

The heist, as expected, goes successfully with Riri saving the day in just the nick of time, you’re sure now that she’ll make a great addition to the team. And so, when Parker gathers you all in the midst of the celebration with a surprise heartfelt speech, you can’t help but pull him away from the rest of the group after the cheers resound throughout the space. 

“Y’know, I never thought you’d be such a sap. It’s not often you make speeches like that.” You tease, watching Parker duck his head in the most bashful way you’ve ever seen him. 

Parker lifts his head before giving you a small shrug, “Yeah well, felt like it was needed after tonight.” 

You find yourself nodding in agreement, “Riri’s gonna be good for us.” 

“Yeah she will be.” Parker agrees and you find yourself momentarily dazed by the green of Parker’s eyes. The uncanny way he both sees you and sees through you, like the depths of your soul are just laid out bare for him. “And soon enough, most of us will have everything we want.” 

Your brow raises, “Most of us?” 

“Yeah, there is something missing that I want.” Parker replies, taking a step forward into your personal bubble. His very presence is near overwhelming at times but especially when it’s moments like this, when he’s this close and all of his attention is on you. It makes you feel like you're the only person in the world, makes everything else seem so small in comparison. “You.” Parker admits and you have to bite back the groan in your throat when he takes a step closer to you. 

“Parker-” 

“C’mon, we both know that I want you and I don’t know why you keep-” 

“You know damn well why, Parker. You can turn invisible but you’re not indestructible, you can still get stabbed, still get shot, and can still get hurt. And in a job like this one, that’s already too many risks to put on an already thin line. And we-, I, can’t afford to put my heart out there too.” 

You watch as Parker blinks, as he takes in the information you’ve given him. Rejection, you know, is something that he’s used to, but you also know that it’s been a long time since then. You’re wary about how he will take it, about how he will react.

Parker’s brows furrow, those green eyes of his lighting with something you can’t place, a look on his face that you’ve never seen before. “You trust me?” 

“What? Of course-” 

“Then trust that I’ll come back to you, no matter what. Whatever it takes, I’ll keep coming back to you, for you. And that you won’t be the only one with your heart on the line.” Parker lifts his hands to cup at the sides of your face, “The rest of the world ain’t ready for how good we’ll be, for how good we are, together.” And it’s not a moment later that Parker presses his lips to yours. 

Parker kisses just like you imagined he would, tasting like liquor and darkness and a bad idea all rolled into one. And yet, you can’t force yourself to pull away, not when you’ve dreamed about this very moment for far too long in between smaller heists and watching the team build into something beautiful. Not when you’ve ached about what it would feel like to tug at Parker’s curls or trace the tattoos that peek out from beneath his shirt with your fingertips. You can’t help but sigh and fall into the trance, into the depths and mystery that is Parker Robbins as your lips slot together like you're meant to be there forever. 

“Shit, Par.” You gasp as you pull apart, you can’t tell if you're feeling dizzy from the kiss or the lack of oxygen to your brain. Either way, what bliss.

Parker presses his forehead to yours as you breath heavily, a small chuckle leaving his lips at the state he’s left you in, “So, what do you say?” 

You don’t give him a verbal answer as you pull him back into you and let yourself get lost in the shadows that lurk beyond Parker’s teeth. Your fate for better or worse, sealed with a kiss. 

Tagging: @ghostie-cola, @slytherinmates, @mingyuziiiii

[vialviolence]

House Tour

anthony ramos x reader

you had known anthony for years, you met him during hamilton and after that, you two became close but nothing ever happened because he was with jasmine but now he wasn't and he finally took his chance. he texted you asking if you wanted to have dinner together and you agreed so there you were with him

"you mean to tell me that you've been writing songs and hiding it from the world?" he questioned you and you laughed as he paid the bill and you two left dinner heading to the car so he could drive you home.

his car self drove so the whole time his hand was on your thigh as he talked to you and the pineapple air freshener wafted through the car. you got to your house

"well this is me, i had a great time, hey if you have time, you wanna come in?" you asked and he smiled as he nodded and he parked in your driveway. he got out and walked inside with you as you showed him the first, second and third floor.

"its cute very you" he exclaimed

"very me?" you questioned

"i just mean that its cozy, feels like home" he said and you smiled at him

"well i guess whats mine is yours" you told him and you turned to look at him. he was already staring at you, the next thing you knew you were pressed up against the wall and his lips were on yours. you sighed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer bringing him to your room

and thank god he didn't enter through the back door

A/N: short and sweet, get it?

[lewispullmanfanblog]

Parker's not supposed to have favorites.

He does, anyway.

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-you haven't worked here for more than a few months, but parker knew you were the most good-hearted, loyal, intelligent, and brave person amongst his little band of misfits

-you were a criminal, yes, but you had your reasons, and they were good ones

-he tries to ignore how he feels at first, but it's a losing game

-the first time he knows he's failed utterly in remaining stoic towards you is when it's the first cold day of the year and you show up for work without your usual coat

-he can't give you his cloak, obviously

-but he does toss you one of his hoodies...casually

-he doesn't want to seem like he has a preference for anyone here, including you

-especially you

-he doesn't tell you about his past, but he wants to

-he knows you wouldn't judge him for it

-but still, he can't bring himself to open up

-he's learned the hard way what a danger doing so can be.

-he doesn't let John be a dick to you, even if John is just joking around

-parker doesn't make a big show of that, though

-he'll just tell john to knock it off or ask him to go do a task for him all without ever sparing you a glance

-he doesn't want to let on that he feels protective over you

-not only would it be something for his enemies to exploit but he also knows you crave independence and don't want to be treated different from the rest of the gang

-you don't often go out with the rest to drink or party, but when you do he can't help but feel impatient for the night to end so that he knows your home safe

-and he always knows that, thanks to the tracker on your phone he'd put there

-that didn't make you special, of course, he had trackers on everyone's phones

-although he might check yours more than was strictly necessary

-at first he could use the excuse that you were new and he didn't know if he could trust you or not

-but once you'd been with the gang for a few months and shown your loyalty, he could admit to himself that it was more than that

-he needed to keep track of you, there was too much danger in the world and you were too kind, and sometimes far too trusting

-not that you couldn't keep yourself safe--he'd seen you in action before--but he was just...better at it

-he may have asked slug to install an alarm system on your door to alert to any comings and goings, such as potential intruders, but again, that could be waved away by him just being paranoid about his employee's safety and if slug thought it was weird, they didn't say anything

-if he asked roz and jeri to go with you when you went on errands for the work you did for him, it wasn't that unusual--why not send backup with you just in case?

-if he asked clown to rig traps in your apartment that would stun and subdue anyone whose heat signature did not match yours, it was totally fine....even if clown gave him that knowing look when he asked her to

-ok, maybe everyone knew he had a favorite

-but who could blame him?

-all he'd ever wanted was to be rich and powerful

-but now, he wanted all of that....

-and you, of course

[littlepinkbirdie]

guys I need more Anthony Ramos things.. like yes i love Parker yes I love javi yes I love every character this fine man has played BUT WHAT ABOUT THE ACTUAL MAN HIMSELF?! I CANT FIND ANY AND I NEEEEED IT. I just saw Hamilton live in playhouse square and now I’m back on my Hamilton shit

Idc it’s its smut idc if it’s fluff idc if it breaks my heart (actually I do I lwk hate agnst) I JUST NEED IT PRETTY PLEASE

[floralcyanide]

― ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ (nsfw)

Javi returns from the military and isn't met with the open arms he expected from you.

↝ pairing: Javier "Javi" Rivera / Fem!Reader

↝ warnings: angst, smut, nsfw (mdni!), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, brief nipple play, reader is on the pill, friends to lovers

↝ word count: 1.7k

↝ author's note: I had so much fun writing this. this was requested by anonymous! I hope all the Javi lovers out there enjoy (:

masterlist ⋇ divider credit: @saradika | @cafekitsune

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

It’s a typical day. You’ve spent your day off work doing laundry and catching up on some shows you needed to watch. It isn’t until there’s a knock on your door that your day turns anything but ordinary. You pull it open to reveal your best friend, scratch that, former best friend, Javi. He’s decked out in his military uniform, the bright smile on his face becoming a deep frown when he sees your unimpressed expression. You turn around and walk away, leaving the door open for Javi to come in, much to your disliking. But if you know Javi, he wouldn’t leave without saying something first. 

“I figured you’d be happier to see me,” Javi scratches the back of his neck as he follows you into your apartment.

“Happy to see you? Javi, you literally stopped talking to me and left for the military, of all things, without telling me,” you say, your voice rising in frustration.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” Javi says, stepping toward you, “I had to do what I thought was right at the time. Losing everyone was hard.”

“The right thing was to stay and figure things out,” you cross your arms, leaning against the island counter, “It’s what I did.”

“Figure things out? I don’t understand what you mean?” Javi says, taking a seat on one of the barstools.

You take a deep breath and figure, why not just tell him? You have nothing to lose anymore.

“I was in love with you, Javi. And then you left. I had to figure out life without you and all my now-dead friends. What else do you want me to say?”

Javi opens his mouth to say something but then changes his mind. A moment passes, and then he says, “I didn’t know.”

“I’m not sure how you didn’t. I would’ve followed you anywhere and done anything for you.”

Javi stands up from his seat and walks toward you, a gentle hand on your arm, “I would’ve done the same for you. I loved you, too, and I still do. That’s why I’m here. You’re the first person I wanted to see when I got home.”

Your face softens, “You don’t mean that.”

“I do. I mean it with everything in me,” Javi grabs you by the biceps, pulling you to face him, “I love you and always have.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” you ask softly, unable to look him in the eye.

“Why didn’t you?” Javi chuckles, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but it got ruined anyway, it seems.”

Javi sighs, “I’m sorry again. I didn’t know how to handle everything properly, and I should’ve talked to you about the whole situation before running off.”

“It’s okay,” you shrug, “You’re here now.”

“And I’m here to stay,” Javi promises, “If you’ll have me?”

“Of course, I’ll have you,” you say, placing your hands on Javi’s chest and finally looking him in the eyes.

He gazes into your eyes and leans in slowly to close the gap between the two of you. He slides a hand into your hair as the kiss deepens to press you closer to him. As the kiss becomes more passionate, Javi lifts you onto the counter and slots himself between your legs, not pulling away from your embrace once. His hands wander along your sides until they reach the hem of your shirt, where Javi tugs experimentally. You pull away from the heated makeout session to peel off your shirt and toss it somewhere on the kitchen floor. Javi takes a second to drink in your body for the first time. Even more so than usual, since you don’t wear bras at home. 

Javi helps you remove the outer part of his uniform, where a plain t-shirt is underneath it. He pulls it over his head and discards it and his uniform jacket where your top lays. His body is in great shape thanks to all the exercise and physical labor he had to do while in the military. You let your hands explore his muscles as you lean in for another heated kiss. Javi slowly leans you backward onto the counter surface before hovering over you.

“Do you want this like I do?” he asks.

“God,” you nod, “More than anything.”

“Glad to hear it,” Javi smirks before moving his hands to the waistband of your sweatpants, “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you reassure Javi, “You can do what you want, I’ve waited long enough,” you joke.

Javi laughs and slides the pants down your legs and past your ankles. He climbs on top of you after removing the rest of his uniform, holding himself up with one arm as he uses his free hand to grasp at your breast, attacking your mouth with his tongue. Your body feels like it’s on fire from Javi’s touch. You’ve dreamt about this more than you’d care to admit. Javi rolls a nipple between his fingers, bringing you back to earth from your thoughts, a moan getting lost inside Javi’s mouth on yours. He moves his hand down your stomach until he reaches your clothed heat, moving aside the garment covering you and testing how wet you are.

“So wet just from kissing?” Javi teases.

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes, bringing your knee to his chest to bump it playfully.

Javi moves to your ear as he dips a finger inside you, whispering, “Make me.”

You grasp his curls harshly, bringing him back to kiss you. Javi can’t help but laugh through his nose as you explore his mouth with your tongue, shutting him up successfully. He curls his finger, beckoning it against your sweet spot. You pull away from Javi’s mouth to let out a moan, jerking your hips up. Javi quickly sits up and grips your hip, stilling you as he adds another finger. You allow your hands to massage your breasts as Javi fucks you with his fingers, even adding a third as his thumb swipes your clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Javi groans.

“You make me this way, Javi,” you gasp as his fingertips circle the spot inside you, “See what you do to me?”

Javi withdraws his digits from you, sucking your arousal off them before pulling and kicking his underwear off, “I’m sure you can see what you do to me, too,” he says, his length slapping his stomach.

“Oh, I’m definitely seeing,” you bite your lip, hoping he can fit.

“Condom?” Javi returns to his hovering position, running his hands along your body before slipping your underwear down your legs.

“Don’t worry about that,” you pull his face down to yours, “I’m on the pill.”

Without another word, Javi lines himself up with your slick entrance before slowly pushing in. You wrap your legs around his waist so he can fill you up more easily. Javi is very vocal about how tight you feel around him, his moans guttural as his pelvis hits yours. Your cheek is pressed to his as you both catch your breath momentarily before continuing.

“You feel so good,” Javi pants, pulling out slightly before slamming back in, “Too good. I’m gonna have to go slow, or I’ll lose it.”

You snort, “Has it really been that long for you, Javi?”

“Sex isn’t allowed in the military, you know,” Javi scoffs, “So, yes, it’s been a while.”

“I don’t have a problem with it or anything. I’m just fucking with you,” you reassure him.

Javi moves again, this time pulling all the way out and jerking his hips forward in a quick fashion, “Doesn’t mean I still can’t make you scream.”

And his movement does just that- makes you scream out. You grasp Javi’s upper arms as he gains a rhythm. Your fingernails dig into his flesh as he pounds into you, your moans growing louder. You don’t care about your neighbors at this point. Javi holds himself up, gaining leverage and a better angle. He pulls your legs onto his shoulders, his cock driving into you perfectly.

“Jesus, Javi,” you gasp, unable to hold onto anything other than the edges of the counter, “Just like that.”

Javi is now kneeling on the counter, your heels digging into his back as he folds you in half and grips your thighs hard enough to bruise. His thrusts become faster and harder as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes, panting and moaning. 

“So good,” Javi mutters, “So tight and wet for me.”

“Fuck,” you grip the counter harder at the filth coming from Javi.

Javi reaches between your bodies to rub your clit, making you clench around him even harder. Your throat is almost raw from your noises as you feel yourself getting close to your climax. Javi feels himself getting close, too, and doesn't let up on circling your bundle of nerves. 

“Javi,” you warn, and you don’t have to say anything else for him to understand.

He leans into you, your knees against your chest, as his tip brushes against your cervix at the new position, sending you into overdrive. Your cunt grips Javi harshly as you orgasm, chanting his name. Javi feels himself nearing his own orgasm, letting you ride out yours before allowing himself to cum. 

“Where do you want me to cum?” Javi asks.

“Inside,” you say, “Please.”

“Oh, I see. You’re a little cumslut, huh?” Javi teases, still rubbing your overstimulated clit softly as he tries to string another orgasm out of you.

“Yes,” you whine, but Javi pushes into you harder, stilling as you cum again, your cunt gripping him with vice and teetering him over the edge. 

Javi curses as he fills you up, relishing in your pulsing warmth before pulling out slowly. Your chest heaves as Javi finally lets you relax your legs. He searches for a cloth to clean you both up with.

“Totally not what I was expecting out of today,” you say jokingly, allowing Javi to clean you up gently.

“Me either,” he shrugs, “But it’s not a bad way to end the day, right?”

“Right,” you grunt as you sit up, your back a little sore from being pressed into the granite.

Javi helps you off the counter, and you immediately beeline to the bathroom, turning the shower on.

“Wanna join?” you call out to Javi, who is still in the kitchen.

“Duh,” he calls back, hurrying to the bathroom where you stand, testing the water temperature.

Javi grabs you and picks you up, causing you to shriek as you wrap your legs and arms around him. This definitely beats laundry any day.

[dontdodrugs-dome]

Here’s an idea if you want it!

Super nerdy geeky Anthony Ramos (not famous) with super hot and beautiful wife that everyone refuses to believe is his wife!

Or his character in she’s got to have it! No one believing that Mars is in a serious relationship with reader.

No way that’s her

No matter how many times he tries to tell his family that he is married no one believes him Anthony doesn’t seem like the type to lock in not alone get married .

"So where’s your wife Anthony ” one of his cousins asked with a teasing tone “she’s running late ” Anthony says back I was currently running late to his family annual Christmas party “or she doesn’t exists ” Anthony just walked away not wanting to explain himself to a dick who’s just mad he can’t bag someone.

At that exact moment I walk through the door holding gifts for everyone “sorry I’m running late I had to do some last minute shopping ” I give Anthony a kiss and go to set the gifts down “ no way that’s her ” his cousin says with his jaw dropped “yep my beautiful wife ” Anthony says back with a cocky tone before helping me put the presents under the tree .

A/n- sorry it’s so short I literally had no clue what to write 😭

[roanofarcc]

CHASE IT

pairing. javi rivera x reader

summary. Javi has a problem telling you how he feels until he almost loses you. 

warnings. angst with a happy ending! slightly inaccurate meteorological info, a curse word or two, descriptions of injuries, reader gets hurt, love confessions! movie scenes will not be shot-for-shot but as close as I can remember.

word count. 2.5k || masterlist

The car ride to El Reno was tense. A tornado was hurling toward a town full of people and Javi had made the decision to follow Kate, Tyler, and the rest of the wranglers to help instead of staying with Storm Par. And as much as you wanted to tell him it was the right choice, you were too stubborn to. It wasn’t because you didn’t agree; you did. You’d been skeptical of the business since you started working for them but you tried, time and time again, to convince yourself that they were helping people. It wasn’t until seeing Kate’s reaction that you snapped back to reality. 

You didn’t say anything to Javi because you were still upset with him. The night before you two had gotten into an argument bigger than you ever had. You’d come to the end of your line. For the past couple of years, you’d been stuck in a confusing limbo with him. One minute you were making out in bars and staying up until the early hours of the morning talking, and the next he treated you like a co-worker. He was up and down, hot and cold. You had no idea where you stood, and you had gotten so tired of waiting around for him to finally commit. You started to think he never would. 

But heaven forbid you get flirted with by a good-looking stranger at the diner you’d all stopped at for dinner. Javi refused to make a move and he tipped-toed around an answer when you asked him what the two of you were doing. But he didn’t like someone else making the move he wouldn’t do. It wasn’t fair. All you wanted to was to know how he felt, but he couldn’t seem to give you that. So, you two argued, hot and angry. You still felt the thick tension cloud the car, with the added anxiety of the people directly in the storm’s path. 

You both stayed silent the whole ride, not speaking until you arrived in a town that was alive with sirens and dangerous winds. You had spotted Kate, and Javi was quick to throw the truck into park. You both rushed out, only to find a frantic Kate trying to lift a heavy piece of debris that trapped Tyler’s foot. Javi grabbed the closest thing he could find, stuck it under the piece of debris and you all lifted it enough for Tyler to yank his foot free. He didn’t look too badly injured, or maybe his body was pumping enough adrenaline to keep him upright. 

“We’ve gotta find shelter!” Kate yelled above the whirling winds. The nearest building that people rushed into was an old-looking movie theater down the road. There didn’t look to be many obvious safe places in the dated downtown, but the storm was moving fast, and staying outside only worsened their chance of survival. 

None of you had a chance to take off anywhere before a horrible creaking sound echoed above the wind. You spun around just as the town’s water tower started to make its way to the ground. A string of curses left your lips, tumbling out of your mouth as the water tower crashed to the Earth, releasing the water in a rush. You tried to run, but the water mixed with the flying debris swept all of you up before you could get far. 

The current pulled you harshly before it slammed your body against the front of a building. Pain brushed up your side as you groaned, soaked head to toe from the mixture of rain and rushing water that depleted as it continued down the street.

You coughed, feeling like you were still moving. Everything spun around you, whipping around as you sat on the ground trying to grasp your bearings. It wasn’t until Kate appeared at your side and pulled you to your feet did you rip yourself from your daze. There was no time to think about anything other than getting everyone to safety. The sky was turning darker by the minute and the town had already erupted in chaos. 

In your wet clothes, you took off after the group, following the mass of people into the movie theater. 

The place had no basement, only scared people confused storm chasers. You were suddenly filled with hopelessness, cold and daunting that crept into your gut. It was bad, really bad, and growing worse by the minute. If the tornado hit the theater, there was a good chance not everyone would make it out alive. 

You had no idea what to do, but you saw something flicker in Kate’s eyes, something the boys had missed as they watched the storm out of one of the exits, trying to come up with a plan for all of the people inside. She took off running towards the other exit, and you followed her. 

You had only just met Kate, but Javi had told you a lot about her from their college days. He trusted her, and from what you’d seen that week so far, so did you. Maybe it was a reckless move, following an almost stranger outside in the middle of a tornado, but you weren’t thinking rationally, only with the mindset that something had to be done and Kate seemed to know what that was. 

It wasn’t until she reached Tyler’s truck that you caught her, grabbing her arm before she swung open the door. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, breathlessly. “Please, don’t try to stop me.” 

You glanced at the incoming storm, the ominous clouds that held so much destruction within its black, swirling form. “I'm going with you.” 

She looked like she wanted to ask why, but there was no time. Instead, she nodded and quickly got into the truck as you followed, hopping into the passenger seat. 

Javi had told you of Kate’s original study in school; she wanted to stop a tornado. And it looked like she was going to put it to the test again. She raced through a field, hitting every bump, causing your head to nearly hit the roof of the truck each time. 

You had been close to a tornado, closer than most people willingly got, but you’d never been inside of one. Nor had you seen a storm quite like that one. The tornado was massive, a wall of sheer force that knocked into the truck with everything it had, knocking the wind right out of you. 

Kate was too determined to be paralyzed by the swirling darkness that surrounded you. She slammed down on the buttons on the center console, but nothing was happening. 

“It’s not working,” she cried, trying again and again as her panic swelled. You shuttered, hardly hearing her above the roar of the wind. The truck rocked, unsteady, and you weren’t sure how much force it would be able to take. The size of that tornado wasn't like the kind the Wranglers drove into. 

You glanced out the rearview window at the barrels on the trailer that were supposed to release their contents, but the lids remained on. Kate gripped the steering wheel hard as the wind beat against the doors, shaking the truck worse and worse by the second. Her hands shook too, trembling as the tornado continued to engulf you, threatening to chew you two right up and spit you out like it was nothing. 

You repeated Kate’s actions with the buttons, hitting them with a silent prayer again and again until finally, the lids all popped open, and their contents were sucked up into the storm. 

Both of your relief was short-lived as the storm overpowered the rig. The world blurred before your eyes as the truck was flipped. The passenger side window was shattered as you landed upside down; shards of glass sliced through the skin on your face, but the pain wasn’t felt right away. The only thing you felt was the intense drumming of your heart that beat against your ribs. 

You’d felt panic before in a storm, a small drop compared to what you felt at that moment. It was hard to breathe with the world seemingly closing in around you. You didn’t want to die, not like that. But it felt inevitable at that moment. The blood rushing to your head, the shattered glass peppering your skin, and the scream of the twister directly over top of you. 

Your mind was on fire, but you tried to find an anchor, something to hold your panic still enough to think straight. Javi came to mind subconsciously. You saw him, his sweet smile and dark eyes. The argument you had was far from your mind. Instead, all you saw was the good stuff. Sneaking out of your motel rooms to watch the stars on clear nights during chases. Him laughing at your jokes no matter how terrible. The way he had memorized your drink order and insisted on buying you them at every bar. Despite his inability to just tell you how he felt, Javi had always been the person you were drawn back to. And you didn’t see that stopping. Maybe it would hurt in the long run, and maybe it was just wishful thinking that he wanted anything deeper than what you had. But he was so intertwined in your life. He was the only person you wanted to share things with, the first person who you had cared about so intimately.  

You loved him, you realized. You had pretty shit timing. 

Or maybe not. 

A hand grasped your arm, sending a wave of pain through your shoulder. You gasped, peeling open your eyes you hadn’t even realized were closed. Turning your head, you saw Kate’s glossy eyes staring back at you, wide but focused. She held her hand hovering over your arm; it was red, and you weren't sure if it was her blood or yours. 

“We did it,” she whispered, and you realized you could hear her, easily. The roar of the wind was gone. The storm was just…gone. A smile broke out on her lips as she repeated," We did it!” 

There was a nasty cut on her face, blood running down the side of it. Your hands fumbled for your seatbelt and harness, undoing them quickly and trying to maneuver your body so you didn’t land on your head in the overturned truck. 

“We’ve got to get the hell out of here,” you breathed out. Kate followed your actions. Shards of glass cut up your hands as you crawled out of the busted window, slowly and pained. You clawed at the mud, never having felt so grateful for the feeling of the earth under your fingers. 

You only managed to get your upper half out of the truck before someone grabbed your arms. Looking up, you met Javi’s panicked gaze. He held onto your arms tightly, breathing heavily and rain-soaked. He helped you the rest of the way out and pulled you to your feet. The world still spun a little, and you swayed, disoriented. He didn’t let go of you, keeping his hands firmly on your shoulders. It looked like his mouth was moving, but the sudden movement of standing hurt your head. 

It took a couple of moments before his voice cut through the pounding in your head. “Are you okay?” 

You swallowed thickly, achy and definitely bruised. But you were alive and that was a lot better than you’d thought you be a minute ago. “I-I think so.” 

He sighed in relief before his expression shifted into something unreadable. With his hands still on your shoulders, he shook you, gently but enough to get his point across. “What is wrong with you?!” Javi raised his voice too. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have died! Seriously, what-”

You cut him off by shoving him hard enough for him to drop his hold on your shoulders. The revelation you just had slipped back to the back burner and the fight you had the night before stood front and center. 

“Are you seriously yelling at me right now?” you bit back. 

“Yes!” He threw his hands up in the air as if to say ‘obviously.’ “I thought you died! You can’t do shit like that! You can’t just leave in the middle of a goodman storm and not tell me!” 

A scoff fell from your lips. Your whole body throbbed in a dull pain, momentarily overshadowed by the adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Why do you care?” you shouted back; your words were coated in hurt that you’d been too angry to express during your fight the night before. You hadn’t said all that you wanted, but it bubbled to the surface and mixed with the flush of emotions you felt in the middle of the storm for Javi. 

He looked offended by your words. “I care because…because you’re you! And if something happened to you I-I…” he trailed off, caught on his words.

You were sure if the wetness on your face was fresh tears, blood seeping from the little cuts, or leftover tears from your near-death experience. Too many things were spiraling around you, even though the storm had stopped. 

“You still can’t do it.” Your chest hurt like someone had reached inside and sank their nails into your heart. “You still can’t tell me how you feel.” 

Wiping your cheeks, you stumbled backward, on the verge of crying. But before you could walk away, he caught your wrist, spinning you around to face him. 

“I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you,” he admitted, blurting out with so much emotion it was dizzying. You were sure you'd never seen him look like that, scared yet brave. “If you died and I never got to tell you…” He took a breath, sliding his hand down your wrist and into your hand. “Tell you that I love you.” 

For a moment, you weren’t sure you had heard him right. You blinked, silently staring for a moment. You’d hit your head more than once and everything was still a little off as you came back down from the tornado. 

“You what?” 

“I love you,” he said, that time without hesitation. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.” 

You smiled, bright and relieved. You hastily grasped the side of his face before pulling him toward you in a sweet but desperate kiss. That kiss was different than it had been before, in the darkened corners of country bars. The kiss was full of pent-up emotions and unsaid words finally spilled. 

Pulling apart, you rested your forehead against his, laughing lightly at the absurdity of it all. You still felt like you were spinning.

Someone behind you both cleared their throat and you felt your face get hot at the raised brows of Tyler and Kate. “Sorry,” you said, feeling giddy and still a little woozy. 

“Don’t be,” Tyler replied. “That was beautiful.” Kate rolled her eyes and smacked his arm. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Kate said before she and Tyler led the way back to town. 

You and Javi lingered for a moment longer, your hands intertwined. “I love you too,” you said, earning a toothy grin from him. He slung his arm around your shoulder, careful to avoid the little bumps and scarps you’d accumulated over the course of the storm, and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

[lt-taylor7]

Guys my crush on Anthony Ramos is comin back

smut blurb, not proofread probably shit but yk who cares, could totally be read as Javi tbh

I made the mistake of falling down the rabbit whole of well fanfic, and all the references to Mars saying ‘please mami’ are actually making me feral,

like imagine him saying it as a joke to bug you not knowing it turns you on then him letting it slip accidentally while you ride him, “please mami~” He was so high in pleasure he didn’t even realize what he’d said until you pushed down his chest so he’s flat on your back, your thighs spread on either side of his as your hands lay on his chest. “Say it again.” You demand, he looks at you almost confused before his eyes roll back and his tongue lolls onto his lip, “fuck-“ he bit his lip before letting out a defeated whisper, “please mami” fuck. It wasn’t long before his moans and whimpers became practically screaming, his hands desperately trying to grasp any and every inch of you. “Fuck-!” He yelled out, he was close. You grasped his chin, making him look at you, “cmon baby.” You encourage, he tried everything to nod eye contact before his head fell back, “cumming- fuck- mami please- cumming-“ and cum he did. Completely stuffing your cunt with his seed

[delusional-fantasising]

I think this is the request box but um If you see this, I think you should write another parker x reader fanfic, ( you're a really talented writer btw) plot : Reader (team medic from one of your other fanfics) messes up a mission, (not fatal, but serious enough that it needs to be corrected on the next mission). Parker calls them out in the debrief, Clown teases reader abt Parker being hard on them, then Parker drags Reader into his office for rough punishment sex (daddy kink, overstim, restraints, dirty talk, aftercare). ( If this is weird or too much im like super sorry ) ( I just thought this would make for a good plot)

Hi I transferred your ask to my inbox @livysparkles I hope i @ ed you correctly. I apologise for the time i finally posted this because i was dealing with writer's block/burnout

Thank you, seeing people request for fics make me really happy

Correctional Room (Parker Robbins X NB Reader)

Content:

In general: Violence, mentioning of drugs and human trafficking and canablism, established relationship, daddy kink (I wrote it very sparingly since I don't really like using the word daddy), overstimulation, light bondage, dirty talk, aftercare, punishment sex (consensual like always), rough sex, demonic Parker (if you consider demons monsters then technically monsterfucking), semipublic sex (in his office), oral (Parker!Giving), Hair pulling (Reader!Recieving and Parker!Recieving), Unsafe sex and creampie Reader's code name: Wraps AFAB: PIV, Cunnilingus AMAB: Anal, blowjob

Dating your boss was something you didn't really expect, after the whole John breaking your nose incident things seemed to cool down. John didn't like you but in a protective older brother way when it came with Parker, he accepted the fact that you made Parker so he didn't make his displeasure with you too obvious.

"Okay tonight we are going to go to The Den, everyone meet up here at 10 pm sharp." Parker announced, you and the whole crew grimaced. Everyone including Parker hated The Den, it was a really shady underground criminal spot that moved around constantly due to a lot of illegal activites that ranged to drug rings and trafficking. Clown asked not sounding the most thrilled, "Why are we going to The Den out of all places?"

"There's some business I gotta settle but I am going to need back up if anything goes wrong," Parker admitted, you frowned because you usually knew almost everything about Parker's business. What could have happened within the past couple of months during your relationship where Parker got into shady business with people in The Den. "It's nothing too bad but if I don't settle this business, it will affect everyone."

The whole crew felt uneasy about this mission, it seemed too sudden and you didn't know what Parker got tangled up in. Regardless everyone was willing to help Parker.

...

"Okay I am going to be alright," Parker chuckled as he was trying to peel you off of him, you and him were at The Den, the crew was scattered around trying to blend in. You pulled Parker into a bathroom, kissing him just in case if this was the last time you would see him. You were terrified, trying to get the information of what Parker had to settle.

"Parker you can tell me anything you know that right?" You muttered before staring into his eyes, worry was evident. He cupped your face before repeating himself, "Mi amor, I know you are worried. You can examine from afar, just don't get too close."

You didn't like not knowing what business Parker got himself tangled in. Regardless you let him go after one more kiss, he kisses you for awhile before pulling away. Sounding amused and breathless, "Okay I need to go now."

He leaves the bathroom with you following not too long after, you watched from afar as he goes into a booth. A few minutes passed when a man in a nice suit finally walks up to Parker. The man was wearing a mask and Parker didn't look the most pleased to be there, he looked rather annoyed. You went against Parker's words, carefully and casually got closer to the booth acting like you were going to booth next over to eavesdrop.

"You didn't bring anyone here right? Just the two of us?" The mystery man spoke and you could finally hear his voice. Parker responded, "I have my crew outside of the den just in case but otherwise it's just the two of us."

The booth you stepped into was shop filled with human flesh in jars, it was a cannibal shop. The sight of everything made you queasy so you just went over to the section where there was just cook books and butchering books. Acting like you were invested and occasionally glancing up to check on Parker.

"So for your little problem, I have the pills. They are just as strong as the last batch," The rich looking man stated as he turned around to grab a case that he had on a table. In that moment you accidentally locked eyes with him then Parker. Parker tensed up since he wasn't paying attention to how close you were. He didn't know how much you overheard.

"Parker. Parker. Parker, you brought someone with you. Isn't this your little medic? I thought you said your crew was just right outside of this establishment."

"I-"

"You can deal with this problem by yourself now and you are going to be out of a medic because they know too much." You finally recognised the voice, Osborn. What type of drugs was Parker taking that Osborn was whipping up? Osborn reached in his back pocket to grab the gun but Parker immediately lunged and attacked him before he could hurt you. Osborn had security guards in the booth, Parker got out and made sure you were following behind.

"What the hell! I told you a few booths away not right next to us," Parker snapped as he was pissed off, everyone in the crew got the signal to run back to the vehicle.

...

Parker was pacing and the whole crew sat there awkwardly, they all knew what you did and you were in trouble. Clown though knew about your relationship with Parker, she leaned over to you and quietly joked, "Oooh your boyfriend is angry, you are going to sleep on the couch."

Parker didn't hear it but you made this face like you were going to slap Clown. She could only quietly giggle before forcing a poker face when Parker turned around.

"Next time we go on a mission, you are staying in the van. I can't afford another fuck up like that." Parker glared at you annoyed, you just knew that you were going to be in for an argument or something. "Everyone including John, leave. I need to talk with Wraps privately."

John shot you a glare per usual, you wanted to flip him off since he was constantly on your ass for everything and both of you had a feeling that you were going to get chewed out by Parker. Reluctantly everyone emptied out of the base leaving you and Parker alone.

Parker walked over to his office with you trailing not to far behind, you don't know if apologising would make up for the massive fuck up you did by going against his orders. You didn't close the door behind you since there was no point and Parker stood there in front of his desk, his back facing you.

"Parker I am sorry I just-"

"Just get over here," Parker snapped, he didn't sound like in a patient mood. You flinched before getting close. You noticed black lines on his neck, they seemed a lot more visible. Before you could do anything or say anything, Parker quite literally yanked you closer to him, kissing you hard. You were stunned but melted into the kiss, your hands going to his face to cup it. He was angrily kissing you, you were soon pinned against the desk. His hands gripping your hips tightly as he grumbled against your lips, "I think I need to teach you a damn lesson after that stunt you pulled."

His hands stopped at your pants waiting for the permission. He maybe angry at you but your consent was something he still wanted.

"Yes, go ahead," You moaned as he trailed the kisses to your neck, biting you occasionally. His teeth felt a bit sharper than usual for some reason and his grip felt a lot stronger. You were hoisted up and placed on top of the desk, your pants practically being ripped straight off with no mercy before being tossed somewhere.

AFAB Version

Followed by your pants, your undergarment was practically flung to somewhere. Parker sinking down on his knees and just wasting zero time to feast upon you like a starving man, one thing Parker was good at was eating. You thought you were in for a punishment but this just felt so good, mewling and squirming. His tongue lapping you up, making sure to give the clit attention.

"Fuck Parker," You whined as you ran your fingers through his curls, in that moment Parker began to suck on your clit. In no time Parker got your toes curling and you felt that feeling in your stomach that signaled that you were about to cum. Parker could feel you squirm more and he could tell that you were only mere moments away from an orgasm. His plan was slowly clicking into place.

Your thighs clamped shut around his face, tugging on his hair making him let out a muffled groan. Slick covering his mouth and chin. He stood up still between your legs looking down at you, wiping your juices off his mouth with the corner of his sleeve. You could only chuckle breathlessly, "That was an interesting punishment."

"Oh it's just getting started mi amor, ," Parker stated as he begins to unbutton his shirt, leaving cloak on. Words can never be enough to describe how much you like to stare at your boyfriend shirtless, he tossed his aside and began to take your shirt off. In that moment you remembered something, the office didn't offer that much privacy. John could come back any moment because Parker didn't specify when to come back. You stammered as your face got red, "Parker lets take this to the bedroom."

"After your little stunt you think you deserve the privacy? I still have to teach you a lesson," Parker chuckled as he began taking his belt off.

...

Words couldn't explain the new sense of thrill there was with having sex in Parker's office, the sex in his office was not really the punishment though. You realised it after maybe the second orgasm.

Parker had you bent over his desk, his hands gripping your waist. He leaned down, his chest pressed against "You are sure loud, what if someone hears you? Do you not feel any shame?"

You couldn't even use your hands to muffle your loud moans and cries, Parker was using his belt to restrain your hands behind your back. He was hitting every spot that made you see stars. Your cunt just constricting around him, "Of course you don't feel shame, you are fucking enjoying it."

You noticed something sounded off with Parker's voice, struggling to turn your head to look at him. It startled you a bit when you looked at him, his eyes were turning back and his teeth were getting sharper, the lights in the room were flickering like crazy. The pace was almost out worldly, Parker was still very much him but he didn't realise that the demonic part of him was peaking out. His nails beginning to get sharp and poking into your your waist that he was gripping onto.

"You are mine," Parker huffed as he pulled out to flip you around, kissing you harshly. Your cry of him pushing himself back in was muffled, he tasted almost smokey. This new side over Parker that you saw was definitely terrifying but in a hot way. His hands going to your hair to yank your head back, attacking your neck with kisses and bites, the sharp teeth threatening to break skin. The demonic side of Parker had way too much stamina and so much energy to burn.

"Oh god Parker, I can't," You wailed in overwhelming pleasure, Parker chuckled as he looked into your eyes. "Oh really, but I think you can. You are all mine, so pretty, so fucking perfect, I can't get enough of you."

"I am yours, all yours daddy," You groaned, Parker almost came right then and there, he has never heard someone calling him that. He didn't know how he felt about it, he wasn't opposed to be called that though. A few sharp thrusts later, he felt himself just cum hard. He let out a shaky groan, his hands going down to grip onto your shaky thighs.

You were scooped up and Parker carried you to the shared bedroom, setting you down on the bed to go grab some wet towels to clean up the mess he made of your cunt. He came back and you noticed that his eyes and skin went back to normal, his teeth going back to normal as he asked, "Do you need anything?"

You could only murmur out a simple no, Parker used the wet towel to clean you up. Giving you soft kisses every once in a while. After cleaning you up, he climbed into bed with you.

"Hey mi amor, I think you should call me that more in bed," Parker murmured, you were tired and responded with, "Call you what?"

"When you called me daddy, i think we should experiment with that."

AMAB Version

Followed by your pants, your undergarment was practically flung to somewhere. Parker sinking down on his knees and just wasting zero time to feast upon you like a starving man, one thing Parker was good at was blowing. You thought you were in for a punishment but this just felt so good, mewling and squirming. His tongue lapping your tip up, making sure to give it attention.

"Fuck Parker," You whined as you ran your fingers through his curls, in that moment Parker began to take you in his mouth. In no time Parker got your toes curling and you felt that feeling in your stomach that signaled that you were about to cum. Parker could feel you squirm more and he could tell that you were only mere moments away from an orgasm. His plan was slowly clicking into place.

Your thighs trembling, tugging on his hair making him let out a muffled groan. Cumming all in his mouth. He stood up still between your legs looking down at you, making it obvious that he swallowed with you watching him. You could only chuckle breathlessly, "That was an interesting punishment."

"Oh it's just getting started mi amor, ," Parker stated as he begins to unbutton his shirt, leaving cloak on. Words can never be enough to describe how much you like to stare at your boyfriend shirtless, he tossed his aside and began to take your shirt off. In that moment you remembered something, the office didn't offer that much privacy. John could come back any moment because Parker didn't specify when to come back. You stammered as your face got red, "Parker lets take this to the bedroom."

"After your little stunt you think you deserve the privacy? I still have to teach you a lesson," Parker chuckled as he began taking his belt off.

...

Words couldn't explain the new sense of thrill there was with having sex in Parker's office, the sex in his office was not really the punishment though. You realised it after maybe the second orgasm.

Parker had you bent over his desk, your cum on the floor, his hands gripping your waist. He leaned down, his chest pressed against "You are sure loud, what if someone hears you? Do you not feel any shame?"

You couldn't even use your hands to muffle your loud moans and cries, Parker was using his belt to restrain your hands behind your back. He was hitting the prostate, you were seeing stars in his office. Your ass just constricting around him, "Of course you don't feel shame, you are fucking enjoying it."

You noticed something sounded off with Parker's voice, struggling to turn your head to look at him. It startled you a bit when you looked at him, his eyes were turning back and his teeth were getting sharper, the lights in the room were flickering like crazy. The pace was almost out worldly, Parker was still very much him but he didn't realise that the demonic part of him was peaking out. His nails beginning to get sharp and poking into your your waist that he was gripping onto.

"You are mine," Parker huffed as he pulled out to flip you around, kissing you harshly. Your cry of him pushing himself back in was muffled, he tasted almost smokey. This new side over Parker that you saw was definitely terrifying but in a hot way. His hands going to your hair to yank your head back, attacking your neck with kisses and bites, the sharp teeth threatening to break skin. The demonic side of Parker had way too much stamina and so much energy to burn.

"Oh god Parker, I can't," You wailed in overwhelming pleasure, Parker chuckled as he looked into your eyes. "Oh really, but I think you can. You are all mine, so pretty, so fucking perfect, I can't get enough of you."

"I am yours, all yours daddy," You groaned, Parker almost came right then and there, he has never heard someone calling him that. He didn't know how he felt about it, he wasn't opposed to be called that though. A few sharp thrusts later, he felt himself just cum hard. He let out a shaky groan, his hands going down to grip onto your shaky thighs.

You were scooped up and Parker carried you to the shared bedroom, setting you down on the bed to go grab some wet towels to clean up the mess he made of your ass. He came back and you noticed that his eyes and skin went back to normal, his teeth going back to normal as he asked, "Do you need anything?"

You could only murmur out a simple no, Parker used the wet towel to clean you up. Giving you soft kisses every once in a while. After cleaning you up, he climbed into bed with you.

"Hey mi amor, I think you should call me that more in bed," Parker murmured, you were tired and responded with, "Call you what?"

"When you called me daddy, i think we should experiment with that."

Requests open

[cloveroctobers]

RODEO — Javi Rivera.

A/N: got the chance to see twisters on my birthday and it ofc inspired me to finally write something for Anthony lol. This isn’t going to be anything big since I still want to be on break until late September early October. Am I going to give Javi the love his deserves or am I going to be messy? What type of summer is it? A brat girl summer…whatever that means 😉

WARNINGS: language + stepping out of relationships, mentions of another character from challengers, reader and Kate don’t get along, mentions of minor smut/sexual relations, and ended up different than I originally planned. Enjoy!

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A text on short notice never bothered you.

Granted you had to take a ride from Brooklyn to Manhattan but majority of the time Javi was considerate, letting you know when he was going to be on your new side of town—you were a South Carolina native—and the both of you would make it work. He had this experiment that he worked on with his old friend Kate that actually proved to work this time and with some other guy that had the widest laughter lines you’ve ever seen. A classic cowboy—you deemed him as—that looked awfully familiar when you met him in passing at a dinner you didn’t know you were “imposing” in on.

Kate’s words not Javi or the cowboy’s.

The trio were going back and forth to the city, mostly Kate and the cowboy you learned to be named Tyler but once Javi learned you were in the city too? (Apparently Kate found a home in New York also, working in Mahattan after what went down in Oklahoma five years ago.) He had no problem trying to get to you. You learned that Kate didn’t approve of what you two had going on (Javi let it slip one night as he smacked on some chips and you sipping on some terribly made Kombucha around the outside of the usual meet up spot once he touched down in NY), considering that you were engaged to someone else and that someone was slowly rising in the public eye, Patrick Zweig…you may or may not know him.

Tyler did.

To keep it short, this wouldn’t be the first time that you didn’t give a fuck about what Kate Carter had to say about you. Back in college the both of you tried to get along but it’s just the common case of two people not being able to mesh well. You didn’t appreciate how Kate always felt like she was right, sure the girl was crazy intelligent but she didn’t enjoy your sarcasm or want to listen to your opinions on anything, she found your lack of drive for storm chasing to be confusing on why you bothered to hang out with the group when that was their sole connection, and didn’t understand the relationship you had with her boyfriend, Jeb who was actually your friend first and you were the one who introduced them at a party—it was childish sure but even years later you didn’t need her judgment.

Which is why you and Javi were always discreet. Moments with your college friend in the present never felt like enough but reminded you that you often wondered what it would have been like if you had a different ring on your finger given to you by someone else. Javi always made it his mission to take it right off, slamming it in the drawer beside the bed before interlocking his fingers right with yours as he rocked you into the temporary mattress.

That never lasted long since you loved to be on top. Just ask Tyra’s problematic self! And who was Javi to say no, having you above him like this? like the true goddess that loved to be in control, you never left his mind, even when he struggled to keep his eyes open at the rotation of your hips. His fingertips would leave bruises but you never complained, you liked him leaving marks. Javi felt like this should be wrong, of course he cared about you, maybe even more than that, always did but he had his head turned in a different direction once upon a time. He wasn’t sure if your feelings were genuine or just something to pass the time but he was the first person you told that you didn’t want to marry Patrick after accepting his proposal.

People pleasing was never something that you often did so why were you settling for a man who was fucking around with not only his ex but some strangers on tinder? Javi did his research on your fiancé, some tennis athlete that didn’t have the best stats which was odd since it seemed like he was in his prime in college, Javi would give him credit on that, it was evident that this Patrick guy knew how to play yet something was missing in his gameplay. It was also safe to say that Javi didn’t think Patrick was even your type to be honest…but maybe you had other people in your head too much about where you should be in life.

When it was time to have those deep conversations, like you were nineteen again, present you didn’t want to hear it majority of the time with your fingers in his curls and another hand feeling a part of Javi that was always ready for you. Javi always cursed himself for folding every time you got your hands on him, he wanted to know what was going to become of this relationship but he couldn’t help it.

A piece of your heart was okay for a little while.

There was something about you that he never wanted to let go. You weren’t with the crew when that tornado touched down in Oklahoma that day, you got into an argument with Jeb that day for putting you on the back burner for their project, and as usual Javi checked in on you the best that he could since he was also part of the experiment. You brushed it off like you always did, tired of being the main one to put your frustrations out there; since you were basically the black sheep to the group and clocked into your shitty part time job with Javi promising that he would come check you out once they were done out there. The aftermath of it all also whipped through the friendship that was once there. There was tension no doubt, misdirected anger of course, your unresolved feelings for Jeb, Javi wishing he could have been at two places at once—as if he could have saved his friends from something so destructive with just his two hands. Kate became a ghost, you actually didnt have much to say to her like you thought you would, she was a walking frostbite, with a limp so prominent, disconnected, and leaving a numbing coldness trail behind her everywhere she went the longer she stayed in Oklahoma. It was sad because you knew she had to witness it all and that would forever haunt her.

Unfortunately that bitterness gave you joy. Javi dropped out of college but you kept at it, to distract you from the what if’s along with the great loss and when he thought the military was his best option, you tried to beg him to stay with a kiss that wasn’t the answer to your shared pain. He’s done the dissociating shit before as a way of grieving, he just hoped that you being with him now wasn’t your way of escaping whatever you were still running from.

Storm chasing wasn’t really your thing, don’t think you didnt try but Kinesiology and bull riding was more of your passion. Javi liked to trace and kiss those scars on your body because of that old hobby when you allowed him to hold you afterwards but he had them memorized just like you with his freckles. Yet you still kept coming around which really confused Kate but you got along with everyone else for the most part. The dance parties and stick and poke tattoos with Addy, the 150 questions the hypochondriac Praveen had for you about body horror stories he caught himself reading and watching! And wanting to know what proper care he would have (as if you were suddenly a doctor and not a kinesiology major) to take if that ever happened to him—getting struck by lighting wasn’t enough to get him to stop storm chasing but it was his life and he lived it how he wanted, and then there was Jeb. You used to be able to catch each other’s eyes from across the room and send each other ridiculous facial expressions before carrying on and eventually finding each other later. The shift in your friendship changed once you got left outside of the team. You began to connect with party-man Javi once Jeb started to slip away and build something more with Kate.

It’s always funny how that works out in friend groups isn’t it?

Coming in sync was always something you made your priority. Knowing Javi’s ticks and studying not only his face but his body always made you kick it up a notch, just crossing a boundary that you knew he would try to tap out but you proved to know his body better than he did himself and Javi honestly wanted to hate you for it but couldn’t.

He didn’t think anybody could lock you down—not even your fiancé—and it was something he always thought of when you put your back to him and let him to hold you while you briefly checked your phone.

No new messages from the Fiancé!

Javi peeped.

This Patrick guy didn’t give a fuck about you, just liked having a place to rest his head in instead of his car that you probably paid majority of the rent on. That’s right, Javi always remembered your blabbering once you had too many aperol spritz and what seemed to open you up more on a personal level lately.

“Want something from the café downstairs?” You asked, turning your phone face down to peek back at Javi who was still panting.

Javi slowly blinked, lifting his head in search of the alarm clock to find out what time it is.

[1:40 am]

You were making it your mission to try everything at least once on the menu every time Javi flew in. It was your usual hotel with a delicious café and you just about finished everything on the lunch and dinner menu except for two items that didn’t seem that appetizing to you. This time around you snuck up behind Javi and his laptop while he was downstairs about to dig into one of the dinners he wouldn’t share with you at one of the high rise tables…you were onto the breakfast menu.

He slips his free arm to caress the bone by your ear, “I want you.”

You snort, “I’ll give you another round when you can handle it, preferably in the shower since I’m meeting the girls at 8 for hot yoga. Breakfast can come as early as 6.”

The freckled face man fought the urge to roll his eyes at this. Since when the hell were into hot yoga of all things? The rough around the edges person seemed to be morphed into something else but Javi knew you were still in there somewhere. Don’t get him wrong, Yeah people grow and you’re into what you want to be into but he would have never guessed you hanging out doing yoga or brunch or even having a routine. Maybe axe throwing but he guessed he better be thankful for the yoga since you seemed to be more flexible every time the both of you tried a new position.

Javi tossed in, “is your bitch of a soon to be husband, Patrick joining in on that session?”

You quirk up a brow at this energy but don’t work to defend him, “…never mix business with pleasure.”

Which meant that you never brought multiple parties into your relationship together. He did his thing and you did yours. Patrick was never faithful to you, you knew it and Javi knew it too, you couldn’t be upset about it because you never truly wanted to marry him. There was no wedding date set because frankly the both of you were still young and trying to figure it out. It was selfish since you were still holding out hope that Patrick will actually make something of himself but you both weren’t sure if you even liked each other besides having nightcaps or getting people off your backs when you were seen together. The both of you were lonely, him more than you—if you wanted to make it a competition but it’s what worked and it didn’t need to make sense. It just made Patrick’s family (who were a lot to handle and always kept referring to two of his exes before you in front of you) happy that he had a “stable” person in his life for once and it got your parents off your back—some—but not without their own sly comments.

“Is that what your relationship is?”

You shrug, “yeah.”

“And what about us?”

You turn your face away to reach for the card, “i think you’ll like the BLT French toast or even the prosciutto toast—

He nudges your face back to meet his sunlit honey eyes and there wasn’t an ounce of humor in them. “Listen, I’m serious. We got too much history to keep downplayin’ this. I’m moving back to Miami by the end of the summer and I just want to know how much longer we’re gonna keep doing this. Is this only just sex for you or what?”

Javi’s thumb burns into your skin now and his stare is sharp. You try not to get lost in his eyes and the tightness in your chest isn’t the most pleasant. You’re scared and have been scared before with Jeb but there’s no risk without action. Or whatever it is they say.

“…if you’re in love with me, just say that.”

Javi blinks, “What I know is that you won’t be marrying Patrick Twig—

“That’s not—

“I’m not done.”

Javi ignores the tilt of your head at his command, “You’re better than this and I know you see that when you look in the mirror. Maybe you didn’t fully heal yet and that’s not me tryin’ to disrespect you or nothing but I’m just callin’ it like I see it. I could give you the world besides just this or shit, as least try to but only if that’s what you want because I know what you need and it definitely ain’t a bozo who can’t even take care of what he thinks is his.”

You can always count on Javier Rivera to tell you exactly how it is. He was on your case about your feelings for Jeb just like you were with his with Kate but that all changed once the two started dating. It would have made sense for the both of you to gravitate towards each other then but the need to compensate for what you both missed out on wasnt fulfilling that void with forced love. It was platonic then but what was it now?

“…Do you think I’m yours?”

Javi puffs out a breath at this, “respectfully, imma need you to stop answering me with questions and just be honest with yourself and me. I don’t know how much longer I can keep holding out.”

“But you don’t, not unless I say so anyways.” You wink reaching to caress the back of his shoulder blade but Javi isn’t budging, which makes you sigh, “…okay fine. I hear you, you don’t want to be in a situationship with me anymore.”

Javi nods and awaits for you to say more but the glazed over look in your eyes, tells him that you’re trying to get out of this and he won’t lie, it stings.

“Here’s the thing,” you start with an intake of breath, “you’re right, I’m probably never going to marry Patrick. We’re equally each other’s placeholders, as fucked up as it sounds it’s true. As for this…”

Javier swallows the lump in his throat, just waiting on you to break his heart.

“You’re not the first person to pull this. It’s not my first rodeo…and no that doesn’t mean I’ve been with anyone else outside of you. I wouldn’t do that, not to you. You’re too important.” You admit, “and if we’re gonna do this…I just need you to be patient with me.”

A grin splits onto Javi’s face then, “so that does mean you love me?!”

“…I didn’t say all that.”

He smooches your cheek multiple times that makes your nose crinkle, “you didn’t have to, I can just tell.”

“How?” You ask as he rests his head back on the cloud-like pillow beside yours.

Javi hums, “I’m real in touch with my feminine side you know? Raised by my mom and aunties, got a sister that really wants to meet you—

“Huh? What?”

“Baby steps though,” Javi promises seeing the smidge of panic in your eyes, “I just need more confirmation that you’re going to try this with me. And that you’re not gonna run away since that is kinda what we all do.”

It was your turn to be vulnerable like Javi knew you could be. So you turn to face Javi, face to face and take a moment. “…I can’t say that I’m not scared and not of you but just the idea of actually being loved more than the intimacy and I’m sure you’re more than capable of giving that to me…it’s just that I get in my head a lot.”

Javi nods, “well it’s okay to be scared…Rome wasnt built in a day. We’ve been diligent—

“What if this doesn’t work—

“Nah, we’re not gonna back out when we just started.” Javi slips his hands down to clasp your hands in his, “We keep going, we love, we share—

“Just like your sandwich last night?”

Javi snorts, “we’re all works in progress, don’t hold that against me, baby.” He pecks your hands while you laugh a little, “we do what feels right and I got to ask, does this feel right to you as it does for me?”

You press your forehead against his, “every time I’m with you it does…as much as I try to block you out when we’re away from each other…I can’t. I wont.”

Javi pulls back to kiss your forehead, “bet. Feelings mutual and i just needed to hear you say it so…now that we’re on the same page…go ahead and order me that prosciutto and meet me in the shower.”

He’s kicking the covers back as you sit up on your elbow, “I’m not debating over which asscheek of yours is bigger than the other again.”

Javi sucks his teeth as leans against the doorway of sliding bathroom door in all his naked glory, “you pointed that out, I just wanted to know if the freckles on my left asscheek were also shaped like a palm tree like the ones on my chest.”

Scrunching up your nose, you hold your hand up in the air as if that defense was any better. Javi’s laughter suddenly turns dark as he takes in your appearance and slowly steps back as something stands to your attention.

“So…you joinin’ me or are you just going to continue watching the show?” He points behind himself, slowly stepping back.

Sighing you fold your arms back behind you, “ah…I’ll think about it finster.”

Javi sucks his teeth, stomping right back into the room to yank the tight hotel sheets back from the bed making you hiss at the coolness of the AC. “No way you just compared me to a rugrat.”

He pulls you right into his arms, limbs locking around him easily as you toy with the ends of his curls as he spins you around to lead you right into the bathroom, “did I?” You tease, bumping your nose against his before pulling back, “wait! You didn’t let me order.”

“Guess we’re skipping breakfast now and you might be late to yoga, sorry not sorry.” He mutters before slamming his lips right against yours.

Your thighs alone clench right around his hips as Javi slips his tongue along the shape of your lips while feeling around for the shower latch.

This time around, as sure as you are of the racing of your heart, you’re willing to let Javi lead this round…for now.

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[littlesunshine1223]

How’re we feeling about Ant’s newest (upcoming) character The Hood (from IronHeart)?

He’s so fine. He’s so damn fine. 😳 I have a lot of things to say but not a single one is even remotely appropriate 🫣

(I wanna watch the series so bad but Disney plus is out of my budget at the moment😭)

[r3dc4b00s3]

Just trying to make it through life, y'know..?

[iamnotceleste]

Blow Us All Away

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x Burr! reader

Warning: misogyny, some inappropriate words..tell me if you find anything else.

A\N: here ye here it is! Longest work of mine... Feedback is appreciated!

"How about when I get back, we all strip down to our socks?"

You couldn't help rolling your eyes. There was Philip Hamilton, trying to woo yet another bunch of swooning ladies. Such an over confident flirt.

He was the son of Alexander Hamilton, your father's greatest enemy. And also, your academic rival. Quite ironic how that turned out.

See, you both just graduated from King's College. After your mother died, your father raised you alone. While you did learn French, piano and dancing, your father made sure you also learn Greek, Latin and mathematics. Things that were considered only for boys to learn.

It wasn't easy, trying to find your place somewhere people don't expect to see you. But you've grown up having strong ideals and revolutionary beliefs. As your father always says, someday you would blow them all away.

And you did! Got into King's College as their first female student and got out with unbelievable results. It was there, you had the mis(fortune) of meeting Philip Hamilton.

While others tried to undermine you for being a woman, it was never Philip.

Instead he would always get under your skin by trying to be better than you.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy your bickerings. You finally felt equal.

Philip had seen you roll your eyes at his antics. He's coming your way.

"Stalking me, Burr?"

You laughed in his face. "Let me remind you that this is a public marketplace, Hamilton. I've come here to shop, not everything surrounds you."

"Oh really? Then why'd you roll your eyes at me huh?"

"Your desperate and sad attempts at flirting wasn't worth more than an eyeroll. I can see how low you can go for attention."

He seems to be getting worked up. You almost felt triumphant. Almost. Just then you saw that he was starting to smirk a little.

"Or maybe you're just jealous it's not you whose attention I'm seeking."

You narrow your eyes at him. His smirk grew. Gosh you wish you could just slap that stupid smirk off his face.

"I'd love to continue this annoying coversation. But I have much better things to do than standing here wasting time talking to you." You say turning your back to him and walking away.

You can hear him chuckle behind you. It infuriates you even more.

"Well, at least tell me whether you're going to the winter ball!" He yells.

You only turn to glare before storming away.

The thing you absolutely hate after becoming of age, are the seasonal balls. Dressing up and acting shy to attract possible courtiers should be outdated in the 19th century!

But no, these men wanted you to be absolutely astonished when they tell you about their achievements. Oh hello? You're on their level too? Just because all the jobs created by men are for men doesn't mean you are unintelligent!

You'd often tell your father the pathetic attempts of men trying to court you. He'd laugh at how you sized them up so quick.

But unfortunately he can't save you from these tedious social duties.

So here you were, standing by the walls, trying to avoid meeting anyone. Hoping the evening will go by quickly. Your luck seems to be running short this time. A certain George Eacker is making his way to you.

"Good evening, Miss Burr. I must say you look absolutely exquisite."

You send him a tight lipped smile. "Thank you, Mr. Eacker."

"Perhaps I can ask you for a dance?"

You groan internally but nod your head. He leads you to a cornerside of the ballroom and you two began to dance.

You roll your eyes subtly as he goes on and on about how good of a lawyer he is. As you're spinning you see Philip across the room watching you two.

You take time to stare at him and how good he looks with his formal suit on and curly hair down. Missing his banter now that a talkative bastard is talking your ears off.

"But I realized I need a woman's touch in my life. So miss, will you accept the honor of courting me?"

You've never been more disgusted in your life. Who does he think he is? You take your hand out of his as you tell him no on his face and turn to walk the hell away from him.

But he catches your wrist and pulls you back to him. "Come on, I promise you won't regret it."

You try to pull your wrist out of his hand but he has a firm grip. "I already said no! Now-"

"Mr. Eacker! Let go of Miss Burr right now!" You turn to see Philip, his hands balling into fists by his side.

Eacker hisses but reluctantly lets go off your hand. "Ah, Hamilton! How about you mind your own business yeah?"

"Trust me, Eacker. You don't want a scene to happen here." Philip holds his glare as Eacker looks between you two and eventually walks off.

Philip finally releases his fists and takes a deep breath. Then he turn to you. "Are you okay? He didn't do anything did he?"

You only stare at him in disbelief before running outside in the garden. Philip runs after you. "Wait!"

You stop and turn to face him. He stops a few steps in front of you.

"I didn't need you to save me. I was completely fine handling him on my own."

"Yes I know you could. But-"

"Then why? You just thought oh look a damsel in distress! Let me go and save her! I'll let you know that I have been handling these kind of bastards since college." You raise your voice.

"But that doesn't mean you should have to handle them! They should never bother you in the first place!"

"Since when do you care about little old me?" You realize you're almost chest to chest with him now.

"Since the first time the I met you! Since the first time you spoke to me all those years ago in college with wit and sarcasm dripping from every word. I remember how everyone around you neglected your intelligence but you proved time and time again how you're smarter than them all. Your resilience, your strength, your beauty is fucking amazing..You are fucking amazing!goddamnit, I love you!"

Philip's chest rises and falls as he's trying to stop his racing heart. He looks down to see you staring up at him with shock. He tries searching for something in your eyes.

"I understand if yo-"

You cut him off by kissing him. Philip widens his eyes before kissing you back. The kiss isn't heated but still full of passion. You both break apart out of breath.

"I love you too." You say connecting your foreheads.

Philip chuckles as he moves a trand of hair behind your ear and plants a kiss on forehead. You finally open your eyes.

"But our families don't like each other. I doubt they'll be happy with this."

"They must be once they see how in love we are with each other. Until then I'm willing to court you in secret if you grant me the honor."

You smile. "Of course, meet me at the willow tree at the south corner of the lake? Tomorrow at midnight?"

He kisses you one more time.

"I'll meet you there, my love." A/N: Read part 2 - Don't discriminate between the sinners and the saints

[dorkszn]

modern!john laurens definitely yells “GYATT” whenever he sees you

[dance-is-life27]

Okay! I've got two very similar ideas for a Parker Robbins x Reader fic inspired by episode 2 of Ironheart and I'm having trouble deciding which one I should write

Vers 1: fluffy start with Parker flirting with reader as he introduces them to Riri, will skip over the heist and end with a sweet get together for Parker and Reader post celebration party but before that final scene between Parker and John

Or

Vers 2: kind of an angsty start with reader showing up late and Parker being upset at them for it, will still skip over the heist scene but will instead have Parker "punishing" reader (in the form of smut) once again before that final scene between Parker and John