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[firsttarotreader]

Nico - The High Priestess

We’re back! In the return of our series “Pedro’s Characters as Tarot Cards”, we have Nico, from the short movie House Comes With a Bird. He represents “The High Priestess”.

The High Priestess is about mystery, wisdom and intuition. She is a mediator between this world and the spiritual world. She doesn’t reveal everything about herself and her knowledge of life right away, she is enigmatic, mysterious, with a calm demeanor, where she seems like she knows more than what she is revealing, like she has secrets she won’t flaunt. A person with The High Priestess energy may have a mysterious and enigmatic aura, with a calm and contemplative presence. They will be serene and poised, with a depth in their eyes, carrying themselves gracefully and with a quiet confidence that shows deep inner strength and balance.

Nico is a character that arrives as a potential buyer to a house being watched by Jean. He displays that mysterious aura, he talks about different things, about a trip to Buenos Aires, about someone who was outrageous and had drinking problems, talks about having different houses and making love by the fireplace. But he doesn’t clarify anything of what he says. He doesn’t talk much, he talks in a way in which he is not really revealing anything about himself. He has the calm and contemplative presence, and also the confidence of someone who seems to know more than what they reveal. Like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, he isn’t straightforward or direct, like when he compliments Jean’s teeth without giving more details. Almost like he’s talking in riddles, in a serene and thoughtful way. For these reasons, Nico’s card is The High Priestess.

[whiskeynwriting]

Hey. I hope you’re well!

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

Any timeline on the last chapter?

Love your work!

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

Here is the final chapter in the series!(:

Birds of a Feather - Chapter Five: Mesmerized

Nico x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And now?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Is the rest of you pretty, Dove?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it, cariño?” (Sweetheart)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please touch me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nicolás.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nico…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby…” 

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

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

“N-Nicolás.” 

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

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

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

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

“Nico, I don’t, I…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want you…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nico…”

“It feels good, no?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

“I wanted you to see.”

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

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

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

“Yes, I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How did you sleep?”

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

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

“Yes, please.” 

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

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

“I have a long gown, a lilac color.” 

“And shoes?”

“White heels.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s… this is…”

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

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

“You look stunning tonight.” 

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

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

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

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

“Are you, you’re not upset?”

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

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

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

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

[nicolethered]

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

[pedropascal24-7]

Pedro’s looks on set in 2022

Costumes from either projects that were released in 2022 or from on set while filming projects to be released later

IDK if that photo from The Uninvited set is an actual costume or not, but we’re going to put it here anyway

[archetypesanalysis]

Masterlist

This contains a list of my archetype analysis on different media.

The concept of archetypes is introduced by Carl Jung into psychology. Archetypes are "preexistent, or latent, internally determined patterns of being and behaving, of perceiving and responding". These patterns exist in our personal and collective unconscious, and can be described in personalized ways like in the forms of gods and goddesses. Hence, myths are archetypal stories, as they evoke feelings and images, and touch on themes that are universal and part of our human inheritance. Even in different cultures, the same patterns exist in different myths, and this can help us to share our human experiences and understand each other.

The books I use for my analysis are (they are available on the Internet as PDF format):

“King, Warrior, Magician, Lover: Rediscovering the Archetypes of the Mature Masculine” by Robert Moore and Douglas Gillette

"Goddesses in Everywoman" by Jean Shinoda Bolen

"Gods in Everyman" by Jean Shinoda Bolen

Note: "King, Warrior, Magician, Lover" is used for the Mandalorian season analysis. I use "Goddesses in Everywoman" and "Gods in Everyman" for other analysis.

The Bad Batch

Series Analysis

The 3 Seasons: The Myth of Persephone

Why I believe Tech is alive

The Bad Batch arc in Clone Wars is deeper than you think!

Character Analysis

Omega's Archetypes

Wrecker's Innate Archetype

Wrecker's Anima

Echo's Innate Archetype

Echo's Anima

Hunter's Innate Archetype

Hunter's Anima

Tech's Innate Archetype

Tech's Anima

Crosshair's Innate Archetype (Part 1)

Crosshair's Innate Archetype (Part 2)

Crosshair's Anima

The Mandalorian

Archetypes by Seasons

Season 1: The Warrior

Season 2: The Lover

The Book of Boba Fett and Season 3: The Magician

Season 4 Theory: The King

Other Analysis

Coming soon!

Moon Knight

Coming soon!

House Comes with a Bird

Coming soon!

[galaxyedging]

Nico x f!reader. F!reader x omc. F!reader x Nico x omc. F!reader x ofc.

Nico Masterlist

Warnings. SMUT! A bit of everything. F!receiving fingering. MMF threesome, nothing too graphic. Depictions of swingers party. F/F oral sex. P in V sex. Dirty talk. Swearing. Alcohol consumption. Adultery. Angst.

Summary: Your personal decision has ramifications in your arrangement with Nico.

Yearning

WC:4.2k

"I'm getting a divorce." You had no idea why you just blurted that out to Angelo one day as you were laying by the pool. Nico was out for the afternoon so the two of you had decided to lounge in the sun.

"Oh? I know things aren't great in the bedroom but I didn't realise you were that unhappy with your husband. I mean you don't talk about him but that would be pretty poor form to talk about your husband with the men you are fucking." Angelo causally sipped his drink as he spoke. His words heated your cheeks. "Are you able to divorce him? What would you do for money? Sorry, that's a rude thing to ask. I just...I want to be ok."

It was a good question. One that you had looked into. At the moment you did just fine. You lived off your father's business. Your husband only took his sales job because he was too proud to live off you. It was sad really, he gave up his dreams to earn more money, instead of letting you support him. The thing was that if you divorced you would certainly be cut out of the family business. They wouldn't stand for you bringing shame upon them. The modest savings account would allow you to finish your studies but passed that, it wasn't going to be easy.

"I'll find a way. It's better than living a lie." You muttered.

"Sweetie, that's noble but everyone lives lies to a certain extent. Do you think all your neighbours who fuck each other tell their people at their jobs what they do at the weekend? Do you think I tell my patients about Nico? It's not exactly lying more like...compartmentalising."

He waved his hand dismissively.

"That's different some things aren’t appropriate to share. I lie to my husband about you, about my feelings for him."

You spoke to your chest, even when Angelo turned to you.

"Not to poke a sore spot but how do you think he feels for you?"

Thinking about it you tried to answer honestly.

"I think he loves me like I love him. There's a fondness there, a familiarity. He's like a beloved friend.."

Angelo held a hand over his heart dramatically. "Ouch! So why are you still together?"

You sighed."I don't know. It's just what you do where we are from. You marry for better or worse. It's not like things are so bad. We enjoy each other's company. We enjoy...other things together."

Angelo lowered his sunglasses. "Hmm. How are other things with him?"

You still didn't look towards him. "Fine."

"Fine?" He chuckled softly before slipping off of his lounger before crawling along the floor to the bottom of your lounger. The lith muscles of back rippled as he crawled with a cat like grace. Reaching the bottom of your lounger he locked eyes with you. His warm hands clasped your ankles to uncross them. Moving between your legs he inched his way upward. His breath teased your skin as he moved higher and higher until it ghosted over your bikini bottoms. He hover there for a moment, staring at you as your breath hitched, your hips shifted towards him as his hands came to rest on your waist. Keeping his head low he continued his trail up your body so close yet not touching. Every inch of your skin he passed came to life underneath him. The flesh tingled in his wake. By the time his lips hovered over yours, your breath came out in trembling pants. Your bikini bottoms were now stuck to you uncomfortably with the slick gathering between your legs. His lips brushed yours lightly, moving away as you moaned.

"Fine. Huh?" Angelo chuckled before climbing off of you.

Trying to compose yourself, you responsed. "Sex isn't just about...all of that. There's an emotional side to it. That side is just fine." You were glad Angelo couldn't see through you as well as Nico could.

"Well, good for you. I just think you should get....all of that, too." He dropped back down on his lounger.

"All of what?" Nico enquired as he stepped into the yard.

Angelo tilted his head up and Nico pressed a kiss to his lips in passing. "I was just preparing to make good on my teasing. I got her all worked up."

"So you need to cool down?" Before you could answer Nico scoped you up in his strong arms and prompt jumped into the pool with you. He pushed off once his feet hit the bottom, taking you back to the surface.

"Nico!" You squealed as you breached the surface. Shaking the water from you face with a grin.

"Or is there something else you need?" He muttered against your neck as he crowded you into the side of the pool. Even soaked and dishevelled he still looked handsome in his grey slacks and black button down. The top few buttons were undone so the water dripped down the sliver of exposed chest. Following your eyes he opened the remaining buttons before shrugging the shirt off, letting it float away. His body returned to yours, skin to skin, as he reached down to feel your arousal.

"Angelo! Such a tease!" He called over your shoulder.

"Let me give you what you need." He whispered in your ear sending a shiver through you that had nothing to do with the cool water he had plunged you into. He wasted no time in making you come by lavishing your clit with his attention. His lips sealed around yours to capture the sound of your climax. Pulling back he rested his cheek against yours almost tenderly.

"Would you like another?" A nod was all you could give him.

He carried on expertly working his fingers over your swollen bundle of nerves. He pulled another orgasm from you then another. Each time he muffled your sounds with his lips. When he wasn't hushing you with them, they dotted kisses over your neck and shoulders. He held you to him so gently, his hand wrapped around your waist to keep you in place. If he wasn't performing a sexual act on you the pose would have passed for cuddling. This level of tenderness was something you expected from Angelo, not Nico. After he withdrew his hands from your underwear. He cupped your face gently before kissing you deeply. The intimacy of it shocked you. It appeared to shock Nico as well. The two of you stared at each other for a moment. No words came to your mind, Nico offered none of his own.

"What does a girl need to do to get some attention over here?" Angelo mock pouted.

Just like that, the heaviness of the moment between you and Nico dissipated. Everything became as light as the summer breeze rolling through the yard again.

Nico slapped Angelo's ass as he rounded you both up and ushered you into the shower. The three of you made out, giggling at the confusion of trying to take turns and keep everyone included. Your hands overlapped as you brought each other pleasure. Some times working in tandem. Others playfully vying for dominance. Once you were dressed in the plush bathrobes Angelo kept around for you all, Nico headed to the fridge to make dinner. Finding it empty, Angelo offered to go pick up some take out. Leaving you and Nico to deal with the slightly charged air between you.

"So what were you two talking about earlier. I feel like I walked into something." He asked before sipping his glass of red wine.

"I was telling him that I want to divorce my husband." You spoke more to your glass than to him.

"Oh? Not because of us, I assume?" He tried not to meet your eyes. You wondered if he wanted to use the word 'hope' instead of 'assume'. You knew there was nothing here for you to leave your husband for, Nico had made that clear.

"No. Well, a little. I don't want to keep pretending my marriage is fine when it's not."

"I thought we were making up for the things your marriage lacks."

"You are, for the most part. I just..." That wasn't a wise thought to finish. You hoped to just let it float away on the night air.

"Just what?" Nico had set down his glass and come to stand in front of you. Those eyes holding yours. This man had seen things in you that you'd never seen in yourself. Maybe he already knew what you were going to say before you did.

"I want to be in love again." You told him keeping your voice as neutral as possible.

At your words he turned his back on you to retrieve his glass. "I know." His acknowledgement hit you square in the chest. He knew. He always knew. Before downing the rest of his drink in one go he uttered "I don't know why though. Love is overrated."

It had been three weeks since that moment in the kitchen. Angelo had come in a seconds later yet the moment felt like an eternity. You had grown fond of Nico, hearing him talk like that, it bothered you. He'd opened your world up in a way that you saw other ways of living but for someone to be so cold about love? Someone you cared for? That didn't sit right with you. You wanted to know why Nico felt that way. He had shown you so much support, you felt the need to show it back. However, Nico had made it clear that there was no intimacy between you. No feelings involved. The whole thing rattled around and around your head for weeks. There was no way you could spend time with Nico. The two of you exchanged greetings across the street. Neither one of you pushing for more.

It was Angelo that eventually came to your door. Inviting you to a party that night. "Nico thought you might like it. It's a swingers party. Wear something that's easy to remove." He told you before crossing back over to Nico's. Nico himself sat on the front porch. He gave you a nod when you looked his way, before following Angelo back into the house.

That evening Nico drove you out towards the city, you were vaguely familiar with the area. There was a park, that backed onto a reasonable sized hotel. It used to be a mansion before it's owner was arrested for his ill gotten gains. It was lavish and beautiful, it made you wonder even more about what to expect at this party.

Angelo rode in the back with you. His hand on you knee providing a steadying warmth. In contrast to the chill you were getting from Nico, who had barely spoke the entire time. Once you were welcomed into the party, Angelo slipped away. Not without a pointed look at Nico. Nico's hand came to rest on your lower back as you took the party in.

The guests varied in gender, age, race, there was a middle aged woman in a wheelchair and a handsome man wearing dark glasses and making his way around with a cane. Their tastes seemed as varied as they looked. There were men together, woman together, some with both, some dressed in tight leather, some had evening wear on, some wore nothing at all. Suddenly feeling like you were gawking, you withdrew into Nico's arms. The awkwardness between you simple vanished. He tucked you into his side while he strolled to the bar. He ordered you a drink while you took a moment. The drink burned pleasantly as you slipped it.

"Better?" Nico asked.

"Better." You confirmed.

He smiled thoughtfully and the two of you drank in silence. His knee pressed against yours. The air between you cleared. His quiet reassure was with you once more as you glanced around now and then.

"Listen, about what I said the other..." Nico began only to be cut off by Angelo.

"This is my friend Ruby. She was asking about you." Since you were busy sipping your drink in preparation for what Nico was going to say, it took you longer than it should to realise Angelo was talking to you.

"Oh." You looked at the woman next to him. She was beautiful, a little younger than you, her dark blonde hair was swept back off her face and flowed over her bare shoulders. She gave you a warm smile.

Angelo, without the lease hint of subtlety, urgently needed to speak to Nico in private. He dragged him away, snagging his drink for his own on the way.

"So shall we gloss over the small talk. I'm here for the same thing as everyone else here, enjoyment, escape. I'm in a sham marriage with an iron clad prenup. I can't leave without giving up my claim on the fortune I helped him build. He can't leave without his father contesting his fortune as it was build with money from dear old dad. His father wants him to stay married to a woman. He thinks it will make him straight." She whispered the last part, tossing her hair over her shoulder to look at her husband with a half naked man practically dry humping each thigh. Stiffling a giggle, you took a sip of your way too strong fruity cocktail.

"What about you? Sham marriage? Swinger? BDSM? What's your thing?"

After making a mental note to ask Nico what BDSM was you told her about your husband, your encounter with Nico at a swingers party and how he was helping to 'broaden your horizons'. Her green eyes narrowed at the quote. Her red lips split into a wide smile.

"Do you wanna dance?" The latest sip of your drink hit you as you giddily accepted. As first they two of you danced next to each other. Occasionally bumping into each other. Her hand would reach out to pull you back if you strayed too far after an over ambitious twirl. A few songs later her hand lingered on your hip. By the end of the next one her body was pressed into yours. The temporary buzz of the small amount of alcohol well worn off, the only buzz in your veins was arousal. The dance floor had filled while you had danced. Angelo was dancing to the left of you with a man that was almost his exact opposite. Where Angelo was dark this man was fair. He was very tall, slim but muscular. His skin was pale. His eyes a cool blue. His hair, blonde and straight. They couldn't look much more opposite, yet they seemed pretty compatible as the man captured Angelo's lips in a kiss. Your thoughts jumped to Nico. Scanning the place, you found him at the bar. As if he was waiting for you, he raised his glass, before nodding his head to Ruby. She'd been lost to your attention for a while but she was still close, still touching, still...your heart skipped a beat as her soft lips touched yours. Her kiss was so gentle it made you feel like you were worthy of being treated with such delicacy. It was a feeling you hadn't had in such a long time. Needs and feelings that you had pushed deep inside bubbled up to the surface. Before you could think too deeply about it, a gong sounded.

Your host, a beautifully coiffed person, in a stunning purple ball gown, stood at the top of the stairs. "Midnight! Time to get going before that magic wears off. You little Pumpkins that are leaving need to roll on home. Any Royals wishing to find a suitor, you head on up to one of the rooms upstairs." They left with an dramatic swirl of their gown.

The dance floor started to clear. Watching people leave was fascinating. Angelo and his blonde companion were ascending the stairs led by a beautiful Asian woman. Ruby's husband had taken his two friends from earlier AND another man with him. Some people just paired off, others left with groups. One particular group consisted of eleven people. You weren't sure how that was going to work out. Nico's chest pressed against your back brought you gawping to an end. "I see you two are getting on well."

A deep blush settled on your cheeks. Ruby noticed. Her knuckles gently dragged across your cheek, as if to wipe it away. Her nose scrunched up as she gave you a smile. Her presence was a comforting as Nico's, although her's was a soft, malleable one to fall into. Where his a was a solid, firm one to hold you steady.

"Shall we?" He held out his arm for you. As you looped yours in his Ruby took your other arm. Nico didn't say a word, he only waited to see what you would do.

"So do we just take any room or...?" You looked up at him, eager and inquisitive as always. For a man that claimed softness wasn't something he could give you, it shone out of him when he smiled at you.

"I have a room. It has a balcony. I know how much you enjoy the night air." He teased before leading the way.

As you hadn't spend much time with him tonight, you weren't sure which Nico you would getting. A hand around your throat as he pushed you up against the wall, as soon at you were in the privacy of your room, announced it. Dominate Nico.

"You two looked so fucking hot tonight." His kisses were rough and demanding. The smooth continuous slide of his belt passes through the loops was followed by the sound of his zipper. "See what you did, you fucking naughty girl?" He held his hard length in his hand.

Suddenly, you were painfully aware that Ruby was in the room. When you turned to her, she smiled, holding her hands up. "Watching you two is just fine for now. I don't mind seeing that." She waved her hand towards Nico's crotch. "It really is quite lovely, as those go, but I have no interest in touching one. Thank you. No offence."

She hopped up on the bar helping herself to a drink.

"None taken." Nico grunted as he spun you around, lifting your dress as he did so. Angelo had advised you to forego underwear. Nico parted your knees with his own, he bottomed out in one thrust. Your nails clawed the expensive, embossed wallpaper. It was in stark contrast to the no frills fucking you were getting. Nico didn't kiss you, touch you, apart from where he was holding you in place. He even spilled inside you before you could cum.

"God. I needed that." He dropped your dress, turned to Ruby as if he had just finished a conversation with you rather than railing you. "So you don't want to touch me?"

Ruby shook her head, her mouth full of the martini she'd made herself while you were busy.

He turned back to you, his finger tips reaching for you, skimming your shoulders before finding the zip of your dress, pulling it down, he left the dress in place as he turned you to him.

"Do you want to touch her?" He asked, his eyes searching yours, he'd probably find the answer before you even knew it.

"Yes. I don't know how...but yes...I'd like to try." You pushed you dress off your shoulders, leaving you naked.

Ruby smiled, her plump lips pressed to the edge of her glass. Her eyes roamed your figure blatantly.

"Do you want to taste her?" You thought about how sweet you tasted on his tongue. About how good he made you feel with his tongue. "Don't worry, Kitten. I'll teach you. Why don't you two get comfortable."

Without hesitation, Ruby untied the her halterneck dress the whole thing shimmered down to the floor. She stood naked in pool of it.

Over the years you had found yourself lingering on the lingerie pages of catalogues or watching certain movie scenes with avid interest but didn't all woman? It was just admiration. Comparison. Women were beautiful. The naked female form had always been the subject of art. It transcended gender or sexuality. It was art. Right? Art to be admired, converted, worshipped.

Soon, your hands and tongue became the instruments of praise as you worshipped her breasts. It took a beat for your brain to catch up, you movements became self conscious. Ruby lay on the bed under you as Nico lay aside the two of you. Nico's hand smoothed over your neck as you thought about stopping. Nadia's came up to meet his. Neither of them guided you, the weight of their hands was just there, comforting. Moving your head up, you kissed her lips with renewed excitement. Nico moved down the bed behind you, shuffling you down with him. Settling between your legs he licked a strip up your folds.

"Why don't you see if she likes that too?"

His tongue swirled through your folds. Repeating the exact same motion was hard as you shook with the pleasure of it. The way her thighs trembled around your head told you Ruby liked it too. Nico moved away laying back on the bed, he watched you intently. "Keep going, Kitten."

Tuning his gaze out, you did your best to concentrate on giving Ruby's pleasure. It was a little overwhelming at first, the taste of her, her scent, the texture of her slick flesh on your tongue. The way her hips chases your tongue as you tried all the things that Nico, and Angelo, had shown you that you liked.

Eventually, you found a rhythm that she really seemed to like. Pride filled you as her moans filled the room. When she gently thread her fingers in you hair, you took that as your cue to give her more. This would usually be the point when Nico would slip his fingers inside you, if he hadn't already. You spared him a glance, he had tucked himself back into his pants, yet the outline of his cock bulging against his slacks was unmissable. He was fully hard again. Just the sight made you wet. Moaning against Ruby, you became bold enough to press two fingers inside her. Both her and Nico groaned at the intrusion. The movements of your tongue and fingers were a little uncoordinated at first. With a little practice you evened things out. You fingertip steadily curled against the rough patch of skin inside her as you paid more attention to her clit. At this point she was being even more vocal.

A sense of shame rose in you at the thought of other people hearing her, of knowing what you were doing. Screwing your eyes shut you tried to force the thought away. Redirecting the nervous energy into what you were doing, you pushed her over the edge. Her whole body curled in around you as she chanted the Lord's name in vain. Her pussy convulsed on your fingers as she gushed around them. The whole thing left you trembling. It was always a high to succeed at something new. You don't remember pulling away from her, or Nico moving until he held your own cum covered hand up to your lips. Ruby gazed up at you as your took your fingers in your mouth. Her taste was so different from your own. It was still pleasant, just different. Nico moaned next to you as you licked them clean, readjusting himself as he did so.

"That was....are you sure that was your first time?" Ruby wriggled down the bed to kiss you. "Damn, I need a drink." She walked completely unfazed but her nudity to the bar.

With Ruby distracted, Nico climbed between your thighs. Lifting you into his arms, he kissed you passionately, deeply, yet with more of this newfound tenderness. His heavy cock pressed into you, smearing your arousal all over the front of his slack until they darkened. Your cunt chased the friction until he pulled away. He rested his forehead against yours for a moment before placing a gentle kiss there.

"You two, enjoy the rest of the night." He rose from on top of you was out of the door in a flash. You were quick behind him, catching the door just before it shut. Stood, naked as the day you were born, fist balled at your sides, you didn't know exactly what you wanted from him. You knew you weren't get hearts and candy or a cuddle before you slipped into sleep. He had told you that. Now he was blaring the lines with these moments. You wanted what you had gotten from him so far, truth. Or so you thought. Would the truth about his lingering kisses, about his words about love that night, help? Or would it just complicate things further? He eyed for a long while, as if he was waiting for you to realise you were nude and scurry back inside. Chest slightly heaving you stood your ground. He breathed out a laugh before taking his jacket off and wrapping it around you. He was broad enough that it afford you some modesty.

"Go on. Tell me what you need."

So many unanswered questions whirled through your mind. Maybe you didn't need that truth but you need some truth from him. One question leaped out at you, you let it out before it died on your tongue. "Why do you like to watch so much?"

"If you'd seen the things I have. You want something else to see when you close your eyes too." He replied simply before walking away.

Tags @kirsteng42 @babydarkstar @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy @sturkillerbase @harriedandharassed @aynsleywalker @mswarriorbabe80 @quica-quica-quica @rise-my-angel @adancedivasmom @graciexmarvel @kinda-nobody

Additional tags for this masterlist @axshadows @movievillainess721 (thought I'd add you to the follow up from the last part.)

[popcornforone]

Impulsive

A Nico (House Comes With A Bird) Fan Fic

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

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

Word count 1500

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Message 1

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

Message 2

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

Message 3

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

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

That’s a bad analogy I know

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

Message 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

[insomniamamma]

Oh hell. I can't believe I missed this when you first posted it. This fic might as well have been titled "How To Gut J Like A Fish In 600 Words Or Less" because holy hell, you manage to pack so much emotion into such a small space. There's such precision here. There's no need for an elaborate back story, you tell us everything we need to know about these two right here and now and it aches, this heady mix of hope and want and fear. And almost love. Maybe love. Fuckin hell. This is wonderful.

A Place of Our Own

Pairing: Nico x Female Reader

Word Count: 530+

Summary: “We’re going to have it one day,” he promises.

Warnings: Short and sweet, fluff, kisses, one vague mention of spice, a pinch of angst because I can’t write anything without it 

Author Note: I don’t know what this is but seeing Nico had an unexpectedly big impact on my heart so…*throws this out into the world and runs away*

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[whiskeynwriting]

Omg, chapter 3 was amazingggg! When could we read the next one? Already addicted

Thank you so much my lovely! I know I planned on posting chapter four at the same time as chapter three, but I wanted to work on it more. If there's one thing about me, I will not post something if I don't think it's ready!

Birds of a Feather - Chapter Four: Enticed

Nico x Female Reader

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Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Some angsty times, mentions of voyeurism, mentions of masturbation, grinding/dry humping, innocence kink, age gap, size difference, vaginal fingering

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A/N: Damn, these two are kinda toxic lol. Honestly tho we love it

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“Tape twenty-three, May twenty-eighth. It’s uh… about eight ‘o five am. We have an interesting day today. A class, with my most impressive students might I add. Angela, quite gifted with the cello, her voice, as well. Jude, talented on the piano – very much so. A new collection to my shelf… Ode To a Nightingale.”

He goes on, rambling briefly about his artistic thoughts and opinions. 

“However, there are more pressing things to ponder. A maid, a housekeeper, a… planner? The woman, she’s coming today. Arriving at… two in the afternoon. Yes, we’re feeling… apathetic, almost. Slightly bothered – what grown man needs another to plan? My life is my own, though business is quite a frequent occurrence.”

So you did originally bother him. 

“We need a list, a set order of chores she is to perform, yes… duties… also a meeting. Six pm this afternoon. A planner would do well for me. To return. End tape.”

Next.

“Tape forty-nine, June twenty-third. It is approximately eight o’clock in the morning; I’ve quite liked this new exercise. I find myself becoming more poetic these days, smelling the roses, if you will. There’s been quite the breakthrough with my students lately, no doubt due to my own influence, I’m quite proud to say.”

You roll your eyes, remembering that particular student. Veronica. 

“But… her. She is still a mystery.” 

Her… me? 

Next.

“Tape sixty-two, July sixth. Another fine morning; I’ve woken up early, thirty minutes before the alarm. The first thing on my mind… is helplessness. It’s taken over me, truly, my fondness for her. She’s quite intriguing, much more than I’d originally expected. She’s shrewd, too, especially so for a woman of her age. I’m eager to learn more, to explore her mind…” 

Your cheeks prickle with affection. 

“There’s an attraction about her; we talked for hours. How could that be?” 

Snooping might as well be your middle name. You never used to do this, but when it comes to him? You can’t stop yourself. It’s like it comes naturally, your curiosity for him. 

You’d been organizing his office, something he didn’t ask you to do. You thought it would be a nice gesture, though; you noticed it was becoming a mess. This is when you stumbled across his tapes. It’s not your fault they somehow made it into the tape player. You’re shocked to find out so many of them are about you, his fondness for you clearly exhibited through every single one of his morning recordings. Slowly but surely, he’s become captivated by you. 

 Today’s tape, though, that one throws you through a loop. 

“Tape seventy-two, July fourteenth, eight thirty in the morning. I slept in today, my head filled with thoughts only of her. She was so innocent that day, she is innocent always.”

The more you listen, the more brazen he becomes. And why wouldn’t he? These are his own personal diary entries. 

“She must be inexperienced, the little thing.” He chuckles. “Beautiful… and pure. A glorious thing, to be untouched, unsoiled by this world. Her innocence… it will be the death of me.” 

He’s fawning over you, over how inherently kind and dainty you are. And he’s right, you are inexperienced. You haven’t had anyone take you. In the past, you’ve had two boyfriends, your latest one barely making it to second base. 

The way he talks about your innocence and inexperience is not demeaning, he’s not talking down to you. If it were anyone else, you think, you’d be offended. But Nicolás… he has such a way about him. He knows how to redirect his words, how to usher them into the proper setting. And you like that about him. 

“How wonderful it would be, to have that feeling again.” 

His words now take on a somber note, and it makes you perk up a bit more, your thoughts changing gears. 

“My bed is cold at night, she would warm it nicely.”

What a sweet thought.

“Oh, to be longed for, to have your needs met by the one you truly search for.” He sighs, almost dreamily. “This is why I dream of her. She is a song, the most beautiful melody. My little bird.” 

For how cocky he comes off, you never would have thought Nico was lonely. He seemed like quite a fulfilled man, and by all other accounts, he is. He’s quite happy with his life and career. And this happiness, this drive, it’s gotten him through life. But in reality, he’s lonely. His words convey the possibility of him wanting to be comforted, reassured, maybe even held. Do you have the capability to give him what he needs? 

By the way he’s speaking on these tapes, a stranger would assume the relationship between the two of you has grown to new heights. But that stranger would be wrong, terribly wrong. While these tapes come off sweet and kind, like a lover speaking of their beloved, they come off differently to you. Since that night, the night Nicolás touched you, he hasn’t spoken about the event since. When his doorbell rang, he sighed, stood up, and walked away. The next day, he acted as if nothing had changed. Was he regretful? Embarrassed by his actions? Did he want to forget the entire thing? Your thoughts made you want to curl up into a ball. But if he’s feeling this way… then why hasn’t he said something?

“Is there a reason you’re in here?”

“Oh!” You spin around, hands behind your back. Lucky for you, the last tape had just ended. You’d been putting them back in their designated space each time you played them, too. So, thank the lords, everything looks to be normal. 

“I was, um… I wanted to organize your office for you.” 

Nico raises an eyebrow, judging your strange act. Your nervousness is quite obvious; did he just catch you in the middle of something? 

“I’d rather you didn’t go through my office. It’s not on your list of chores.” He states sternly, narrowing his eyes slightly at you. How can he come off so cold when only this morning he admitted that he yearns for you? 

“Yes, sir.”

That night, he told you to call him Nicolás when in private. But you haven’t since. And he notices this. It’s built a wall between the two of you, and you haven’t noticed how badly he’s taken to this small detail. In his mind, he sees it as rejection. 

“Is there anything else?” He asks impatiently, raising a single eyebrow at you. 

“N… no.” 

There’s an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. Desperately, you long to facilitate your communication again. 

“I, I had noticed a few of your records. You keep some up here?” 

“Nevermind that.”

“What?”

“You wouldn't understand.” 

Nico walks around the desk to his chair, eyeing your still figure. You’re standing right beside him when he sits. 

“There are many mixes here, I store them so they’re not… disheveled.”

“Have I disheveled other things, sir?” It's a genuine question. 

“Well, now you have.” 

“I apologize.” He's silent, and his tone is condescending. It throws you off, disturbing your attraction for him. 

“Your presence is not needed here.” He finally tells you, and it makes your posture stiff. His next words though, make your blood boil. 

“I have seen your room,” Nico mutters to himself, “I should do better cleaning my personal space on my own.” 

At this, your jaw drops open, brows furrowing in embarrassed anger. First of all, how has he seen the inside of my room? Secondly, how dare he use something so private against me!

“The privacy of my room is none of your concern!” Slightly, you raise your voice, and it makes him look up at you. “How dare you question my work ethic off of something so irrelevant. And if the cleanliness of my personal room is something that truly worries you, then perhaps it’s time I find a new job!” 

For the first time in his adult life, Nico feels as though he’s been put in his place. And if this were to ever happen, he never would have expected it to be by a woman half his age. Quietly, he sits, stunned. You immediately walked out of the room, he assumes directly to your bed. Perhaps he was too hard on you. 

Tears burn in your eyes from your boss’ harsh words. You feel foolish, naive, thinking that whatever happened between the two of you could possibly mean anything. Maybe he was just… aroused, looking for some kind of release. It’s clear to you now that the situation you found yourself in weeks ago wasn’t what you thought it was after all. 

While you’re stewing in your room, huddled beneath your blankets while trying to calm your breaths, Nico sits in his office with a pounding head. He’s been unfair to you, in general, but especially these past few weeks. He feels selfish and immature; how can he be this age and not understand how to navigate his feelings appropriately? So many things in his life are done of his own accord; Nico is eccentric, an artist, the judgment of others has neve been of any concern to him. So, why should his relationship with you be any different? 

Although your heart feels broken and used, you still have a job to do. So, after spending about an hour holed away in your room, you decide to get up again. Smoothing your hands over your skirt and adjusting your outfit, you head downstairs to clean up the living room and kitchen. It helps too, busying yourself. It takes your mind off the emotional turmoil the men in this house have caused you. Lucky for you, Daniel isn’t scheduled to come over, so you only have to deal with one temperamental man today. 

You decide you’re sick of this, he can’t just use you like some toy. For so long, Nico has had you by the throat, his influence on you extremely controlling without the least bit of aggression. And honestly, you let him, you allowed him to use you in this way. At the end of the day, you’re disappointed in yourself. But now, you see Nico for who he truly is. He’s just not capable of communicating on an emotional level like that. 

It’s disappointing, really; you’d imagined so many scenarios with him. In your head, he was the perfect lover. He touched you gently, spoke to you sweetly, smiled at you like you were the light of his life and held you as if he were never letting go. You’d even imagined how it would feel to have him feel your body, those big hands on your breasts, undoing your bra to feel you skin-to-skin. A specific fantasy of yours involved him running his fingers over your panties, much like how he did in the garden. Only in your head, he’d slip them to the side, sliding in one finger then two, stretching you open pleasurably for him. You’d moan and cling to him and that’s just what he would want. He’d lean in to kiss your neck while you cried out for him, leaving marks just below your neck. In the privacy of his room he’d lick them, suck on your nipples and rub your clit until you came for him. Nico would let you indulge in him, but only if he was allowed to do the same to you. 

“Fuck,” You breathe out, swiping your palm over your forehead while glancing down.

“Is something wrong?”

His voice startles you, so much so that it makes you jump. But when you realize it’s him you go rigid, standing straighter while he walks into the room. 

“I’m fine.” You say flatly, almost sternly. 

Nico’s face is somber, though it’s clear he’s trying to hide it. His hands are in his pockets and he nods, swallowing as his eyes find interest in the oriental rug decorating his living room floor. 

The way you experience his presence is so incredibly different than before. After your encounter in the garden you found yourself feeling closer to him, you still do. 

“Okay, well um…” He lifts a hand, fingers gliding across his scruff. “You’re relieved of your duties for tonight.” 

“Really? Why?”

“You’re upset, little bird.” 

Upon hearing that nickname, you briefly close your eyes, inhaling an irritated breath. It doesn’t mean anything. 

“Thank you, sir.” Is the last thing either of you says before the doorbell rings. He’s expecting his students. 

Nico turns to look back, the hand that was stroking his facial hair now rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Ah…” He sighs, looking back at you. It’s almost like he’s filled with regret, like he doesn’t want to leave. Did he have something more to say? “Veronica…”

Veronica, of fucking course it’s her. For some reason, your jealousy springs to an all time high. If he were going to do anything with her, now would be the time. Because now, you’re sure he has absolutely no intimate ties to you. 

“Of course,” You reply casually, though you’re gritting your teeth. “Have a good night.” 

With a defeated sigh, he spins around, taking a breath as he strides toward the door. When he opens it, he sees the beauty that is his current student. There’s no doubt in his mind, in anyone’s mind, that Veronica is beautiful. Her jet black hair flows down to her waist, her signature red lip a sassy little detail to her look. She always looks professional, though her clothing is particularly tight. There have been times where he’s caught her flirting with him, and while he finds himself liking the attention, it doesn’t interest him. He finds more excitement with you, well, found. 

She’s excellent at the cello, Nico’s favorite instrument. She’s even mirrored some of his own tactics, the accents he puts on the musical notes and the way he handles the instrument’s bow. 

“Very good,” He praises with a nod, forcing a smile onto his face as she completes her third song. “Have you been practicing at home?”

“Yes,” She grins, eyeing him. Much like you, her attraction toward Nico began shortly after meeting him. 

“It shows; you’re playing quite nicely.”

“Not as nice as you do.” She returns shyly, blushing when he looks her way. 

He’s a bit surprised by her comment, but just gives her a polite smile and a quick nod. Returning to the pages in front of him, he flips through them until he finds the notes he’s searching for. They track her progress, how well she’s done since coming to him. And as he’s analyzing the comments on her talents, Veronica leaves her instrument to come sit down with him. He’d been sitting across the room at a piano bench; he hasn’t played the piano in far too long. Sitting at its bench makes him feel better about his relationship with the musical artform. 

Nico is suddenly snapped out of the private world within his head, not only by Veronica’s much closer presence, but by what he now sees on the page. In the top right corner he sees a red smudge in the form of pursed lips. Ice cold shock runs through his veins; he hadn’t expected to see this at all. And Veronica now sees it too, smiling even brighter than before. Leaning over, she softly places a hand on Nico’s thigh. 

“I really like it here, with you.” She says quietly, brushing some hair behind her ear. “It’s calming, and you’re so kind to me.” 

“Well, that’s part of my job.” He responds plainly, trying to appear casual and unphased even though her hand hasn’t left his leg. 

“That’s true…” She acknowledges, nibbling on the corner of her lip. “Would you let me see what you’re like outside of your job?”

Now, Nico turns his head, furrowing his brows. “What?” 

“I really like your company.” 

“You’ve never been in my true company, dear.” 

“That’s what I’m asking for.” She clarifies sweetly, watching Nico gulp anxiously. “I bet you’d be sweet to me outside of our lessons, too.” 

She’s confident, he’ll give her that. 

“I don’t think that’d be appropriate.” 

“Oh,” Finally, she feels fully rejected. Leaning back, she takes her hand from his leg. “It’s just, I um, well… you’re just… an amazing artist, and composer, and I, I thought maybe you’d be interested -”

“I’m very interested.” He cuts her off. “Music is my passion, my life, and you have a clear talent for it. This is exactly why I have been nurturing your skills.” Nico informs her of this plainly, as if he were presenting a lecture on how to read music notes. 

“Outside of that, I have no interest.” And this is entirely true. 

Veronica feels her face burn up, embarrassed tears starting to well in her eyes. He rejected her affections, and was honestly nicer about it with her than he ever has been with you. He wonders why that is, and releases a heavy breath at the thought of it. 

“I think it’s best if we ended early.”

“Wait, really?” She asks, standing when he closes his book and rises to his feet. 

“Yes.” He adjusts his glasses, looking down to make sure he has all of his necessary papers. “I will contact you about the status of your next lesson.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to come off unprofessional or, or disrespectful. I only meant to-”

“And I’ll take that into account.” He interjects, nodding sharply at her. When he interrupts her for a second time, she finally keeps her comments to herself. “I will see you out.” 

Hearing the door open this early surprises you, making you perk up a bit in your seat. Tip-toeing out of the kitchen, you peer around the corner, witnessing Nico bidding goodbye to his student. But… something seems off. He’s not as warm with her as he usually is, isn’t as kind or smiley. He doesn’t touch her at all, either, not even for a hug. She looks sad, too, and a bit shaken. What happened in there?

You’re turning around just as she leaves, retreating to the kitchen before Nico can catch you looking, once again. You expect him to have his usual alone time, go up to his study or possibly sit in the living room to read. But the fancy shoes tap your way, his figure now appearing in the kitchen’s doorframe. 

He’s shocked by what he sees, and you’re shocked to see him. While sitting on his kitchen counter, you’re holding a glass of red, the opened bottle sitting next to you. It’s one of his more expensive wines, and you really didn’t expect him to catch you. Besides, he thought you didn’t drink?

“¿Qué… qué haces?” (What… what are you doing?)

At first, you’re nervous, wondering if he’s mad. You did open a new bottle of wine that was no doubt expensive. But honestly, it tastes extravagant. So, you shrug, looking down into the glass.

“The devil is tempting.”

“Ah,” He raises his eyebrows solemnly, looking to the ground after you repeat his once said words. Walking into the kitchen a step or two, he’s still a few feet away, but you can feel his presence growing closer to you. “I… I know I have caused you some… distress.”

Now, it’s your turn to raise your eyebrows, nodding. But you don’t say anything. You’re not sure what to say. 

“I’m sorry, Little Bird.”

“I can’t be your Little Bird one day and then no one the next.” You snap, the words coming out before you can stop them. And it surprises him. 

He’s embarrassed, incredibly so. It’s about time he owns up to his actions, his mistakes. 

“Es mi… inmadurez. You make me feel… uncertain.” (It is my… immaturity) 

Ignoring this admission, you shake your head, looking down at your glass again. “Do you do that to every woman that comes here? Take them in your garden and… touch them like that?” 

At this, his mouth opens, completely shocked. How has he allowed himself to give you this impression? How could he treat you like this for so long? 

“No,” Shaking his head side to side, he takes a few more steps toward you, “No I’ve never, no…” 

He’s in your space now, reaching out for you. And you let him touch you, gently holding your forearms. Looking up into those deep, brown eyes, you sigh. 

“I’ve never done that with anyone… but you.” Nico’s thumbs then stroke over the backs of your hands. “I assure you, hermosa, I am not that type of man.” (Beautiful)

“You flirt with everyone.”

“I…” Jesus, he’s really not looking great here. “I know I do.” 

“What is it about me? Why do you treat me like this?” You’re looking at him with sad and angry eyes, perplexed and just downright hurt at this point. “You make me feel so confused.”

“You make me feel happy.” He blurts out, looking into your eyes with genuine sensation. “It doesn’t make sense to me. I shouldn’t be attracted to someone your age.”

“Why not?”

“I… I feel it comes off… unprofessional.” 

At this, you’re at a loss for words, glancing down at the glass in your hand once again. But he just grins, taking hold of your chin.

“Be that as it may…” He then whispers, tilting your head up to look at him. “I supposed I am an unprofessional man.” 

The way he says it makes you feel breathless, makes your chest tighten and your hands sweaty all over again. Does he mean…

“I am attracted to you, bonita. I can’t deny that, not to you.” When you don’t respond, he speaks your name in a quiet, questioning tone. (Pretty)

“Yes, Nicolás?” You return, the words pretty and innocent. 

You using his name again makes a grin pull on the corners of his lips. And although you’re having a serious conversation he can’t help but tell you, “I love how my name sounds coming from your lips.”

Grinning, you respond with, “I like saying it.” 

“I want you to say it more.” Comes that low, sultry voice, moving closer between your legs. 

You’re still sitting on the kitchen counter, your legs slightly spread with your knees on the edge, calves hanging over the side. And when he moves between your thighs, you let him. You like the feeling of him being close. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to say it since that very day.” He admits to you, watching you set your glass down so it’s not between the two of you. 

“Really?”

“I told you, hermosa, I want you to use it when we are alone.” (Beautiful) 

He’s moving closer, his face mere inches away from your own. Licking his lower lip, he suddenly realizes that he’s still holding your face, and he continues to. Sweeping his thumb over your chin, he grins.

“I’m quite interested in you, sweet thing.” Warm eyes roam your face, taking in the heavenly features that make you, you. “Very much so.”

With him being so close and confessing his feelings, you feel like you can’t even breathe. But you keep your composure, because if you don’t, you’re certain you’ll never find yourself in this situation again. He’s so picky, so wishy-washy. But you don’t care. You want to make him happy. 

Nicolás’ eyes meet your own, boring into them with a sense of incredible passion and need. It’s only the two of you here, you’re alone, so why does he feel like he’s being pushed to make a decision? To hurry on with his intentions? It’s because he knows if he doesn’t act soon, he’s going to lose you. 

“You are a beautiful thing.” Is all he says before closing the small gap between your faces, his lips brushing over your own. 

A small sound of surprise pushes its way from your throat when he kisses you, prompting him to immediately pull away. But his hand doesn’t leave. In fact, it’s joined by his other. Together, they cradle your face, those gorgeous eyes gazing down at you. 

“What is it, sweet thing?” He asks, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. He’s being so sweet right now, so caring. “You don’t like?” 

“No,” Shaking your head, you swallow. “I do.”

When you answer, he releases a satisfied sigh, eyes closing as he once again kisses you. This time, he fully leans in, smirking when your hands lift to the back of his neck. His lips are soft, plush, just like you’d imagined them to be. The hair above his upper lip tickles you gently, his lips sliding over your own in tender, loving swipes. And right now, his smell is the most prominent it ever has been, likely the most prominent it ever will be. Fresh and earthy, grounding. 

The way he leans into you pushes you back on his countertop, one of your hands dropping from his neck to place your palm on the cool surface below. But then he pulls away, breathing heavily. 

“Amor,” And you flush; he’s never called you that before. “How much have you had to drink?” (Love) 

His eyes are full of worry and when he asks you this, your heart melts inside your chest. He continues, “I can taste it on you.”

“Nicolás,” You sigh out in return, the hand you have on him sliding up into his hair. “I’ve had three sips from this glass.” And as you say it, he looks down, eyeing the amount left. What you’re saying seems to be accurate. But your hands on his cheeks bring him back to the present.

“I know what I’m doing.” When you say this, he nods, eyes going soft when he feels your fingers comb through his hair. And then you ask sweetly, quietly, “Do you really want me?”

All he does is nod, his handsome face expressing a whirlwind of emotions he’s only now allowing to come to the surface. And the way he brings himself back to you is endearingly overwhelming. He allows you to bring him back in, his hands falling to your hips and taking a strong hold of them, pulling you flush against him. 

The way he kisses you makes you feel like the center of the universe, like all the pieces of your life are coming together. You’ve never felt your body feel this way before, never felt yourself light up from the inside out. And when he parts your lips with his own? When he slides his tongue past them, dipping into the heat of your mouth? When his hands slide up to squeeze your waist? When you hear him moan? You utterly, wholeheartedly, and undeniably, melt into his arms. 

“You sweet thing,” He gasps, forcing his lips away from you. Turning his head, he kisses your cheek, whispering sweetly, “Puedo tocarte, cariño?” (Can I touch you, sweetheart?)

All at once, you’re brought back to that evening in the garden, the excitement from that night dwarfing the sensations you’re feeling now. Lifting your hands to either side of his face, you exhale, fingertips stroking his facial hair kindly. 

“What do you want to touch?” It comes out quiet, as if the bubble encasing you in this moment could pop at any second. 

Grinning, Nicolás lowers himself, rubbing his nose against your neck. “Your chest, sweet thing.” 

From his words alone your body is set alight, involuntarily arching into his touch. You’re so smitten with him that you find yourself at a loss for words, but he reads your signals, his left hand rising from your hip. 

Your body is nearly limp, holding yourself up just enough to rest in his hold, just enough to allow him to touch you. And he does, the hand moving from your hip now sliding up your stomach, keeping contact with you until he reaches his destination. 

“Oh…” Nico sighs, turning his head to look down at his hand, while still resting his temple on your shoulder.

He’s nuzzled up against you, your fingers still wandering through his luscious brown hair. His palm covers the expanse of your left breast, his fingers securing around the sweet flesh and squeezing passionately. 

“May I confess something to you?” He asks, fondling you in his hand. 

Nodding, you swallow anxiously. “Yes.” Inside, you’re burning bright, lungs stuttering out breaths as you work to calm yourself. 

“I’ve seen what you wear underneath.” He admits freely, smiling against you. “I’ve seen your pretty, white panties. Your lacy bra…” 

“Y-You have?” Pushing your body into his touch, your hips sway against his, earning a deep huff. “How?” 

“The night you were gone with… Daniel. I was upstairs. Your door it was, it was open…” His words are fading out; he’s too distracted. 

Lifting his chin, you bring him back to you, kissing him. “Please tell me.” You whisper over his lips, the moment feeling soft and innocent. 

“I went inside.” He’s grinding against you now, shoving your skirt further up your legs as it bunches around your hips. His free hand wraps around your back, keeping you close. And then one on your breast loosens its hold, his fingers skimming over your curve to find your covered nipple. “I couldn’t help myself.” 

Finding it easily, he pinches you through the fabric, choking out a quiet gasp when a small mewl leaks from your throat. “You fascinate me.” 

“Really?” It comes out as a breathy stammer, your hand holding the back of his head while you roll your hips gently against him.

“Sí, por supuesto, cariño.” And then he’s kissing your face - your jawline, your cheek. (Yes, of course you do, sweetie.) 

“You, you’re…” Desperately, you try to return his wonderful words, but your head is swimming with excitement and ecstasy. He pinches your nipple again, now swiping his thumb over it. 

“I liked it, Little Bird.” He tells you, speaking as if he were drunk though he couldn’t be a more sober man before you. “I loved seeing your intimate things.”

“Oh,” Tipping your head back, you expose your neck, his mouth and tongue quick to worship your skin. “I love that you saw that, Nicolás.” 

“I want to see it again.” It’s immediate, his words rushed and hand grabbing you fervently. “Will you let me?” 

“Yes.” You’re nodding, lifting your hand from the counter so it can join the one on the back of his head. 

His warm hands, the ones that already feel incredibly familiar, find the bottom edge of your top. Fingertips dipping below the edge, he sighs, making contact with your abdominal skin. It makes you shiver, his touch tickling you the slightest bit. But then they pinch the lining, lifting it off of your body. You let him do it, taking your arms away from him so he can slide it off of you completely. And just like that, you’re topless before him, the only thing keeping your naked torso from him being your bralette. 

“Dios mio,” He moans, setting your top down on the space beside you. “Magnífica…” (My god, magnificent…)

You wonder how long it’s been since he’s last seen or touched a woman, and then you wonder if he’s ever laid his hands on one as young as you. It makes you smile, his reaction. Setting your hands on the counter beneath, you tilt your head, eyeing him. And after gawking at your smooth curves, he brings himself in once again. 

“Nicolás…”

“Yes,” He nearly whines in response, grabbing you with both hands. “Say it, pequeña. Say my name again.” (Little one)

Unwavering is the gaze he gifts you, fingers sliding across the soft curves god has graced you with. But then he’s lowering himself, mouth kissing your skin. It forces you to drop your head back between your shoulder blades, specifically when his tongue slides out to lick them. 

“Nicolás,” One hand rising, it returns to his hair, gently pulling. 

He’s mouthing at your chest, tongue laying over your covered nipples and wiggling it across the barrier keeping him from your naked skin. He admires the fact that it’s pink, your feminine undergarment, the color light and girly. While obsessing over you with his mouth, he cups you, groaning when he feels you cradle the back of his head. His body is buzzing with excitement, full of energy and desire and all for you. He’s giving into every emotion he’s ever felt for you.

“Do you remember the day you went by the pool?” He asks breathily, kissing your jaw and nipping at its hinge. “The day I left? Back in the beginning of May?”

“Yes,” You’re still holding his head, fingers still curling in his hair.

Leaning further in, he lowers his voice, growling, “I saw you.”

“W-What?” Eyes widening, you’re sure he isn’t referencing what you think. “What do you mean?”

“Topless by the pool,” He then tuts, grabbing a fistful of your sweet curves in his hand. “Naughty, naughty…”

“You… you saw me?”

“I did, little one. I saw your naked chest, witnessed you touching these perky nipples.” 

“Nicolás,” It comes out as a gasp, the heat in your cheeks rising. 

“I loved it, sweet thing. You made me feel things…” He tells you, now mouthing at your neck. “You still do.” 

You’re absolutely shocked that he saw you. It’s been weeks, and you’ve never suspected a thing. And to have him admit this to you now while kissing you, fondling you, makes the pulsations in your hips intensify through your entire being. 

Lowering himself even further, he returns his mouth to you. “Hm…” Nicolás hums, closing his mouth to kiss you, sucking on the slope of one of your breasts. “Your panties…” Rising, he prompts you to lift your head, kissing you. “Are they pink, too?” 

“No,” Shaking your head, you release an emotional breath. “Almost all of them are white.” 

He groans, eyes rolling before they shut entirely. Such an innocent color for her to wear. His reactions continue to surprise you, watching him fall victim to your angelic form. To ease your growing grin, you nibble on the corner of your lip, gazing up at him. 

“Would you like to see again?”

“Please,” Comes that deep and rumbly voice, warm eyes opening to see you. “Please let me, bonita.” (Pretty)

While looking into his eyes, you decide to be bold, taking his dominant hand away from your chest. Lowering it, he glances down, watching you guide him to your center. Already, your skirt is pushed up to your hips. All it takes is for his fingers to slide the middle of them up just a little bit, to reveal your white panties. And already, he can see the dampened spot in the center of them, the knowledge of your physical arousal making his jaw drop and eyes widen. 

“Hermosa,” He breathes out, moving to cup you just like he did in the garden. (Beautiful) 

“Will you do more this time?” You ask, almost desperately. “Will you touch more of me than you did in the garden?” 

“I would love to.” Smiling widely, he presses his lips to your cheek, fingers rubbing over you firmly. 

But you’re impatient, grabbing his face with both of your hands and bringing his mouth back to you. It covers your own, his open lips allowing his tongue to slide inside. The wet muscle explores you, distracts you, while his fingers pull your panties to the side. At first, he wonders if he’ll have to lick his fingers before putting them inside you, but he quickly finds out that won’t be the case. 

“Oh, amor,” It’s expressed with passion in his tone. “You’re dripping.” (Love)

“It’s because of you,” Now, it’s your turn to move in, soft lips kissing his neck. “It’s always because of you.” 

Eyes distracted by your glistening lips, he runs the tip of his pointer finger up your seam. “Always?”

“Nicolás, I’ve touched myself to the thought of you.” 

“Have you?” His interest is indeed peaked, his glorious lips forming an enticing grin. 

“So many times,” Using the hand on the back of his neck as leverage, you push your hips closer to him. “Please, Nicolás. Please touch me. I’ve needed it.” You feel pathetic but you don’t even care anymore, you’re deciding to fully put yourself out there. If he rejects you after this, then you’ll leave. You’ll have to. But if he doesn’t… imagine what your life could be. 

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

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

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

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

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

Turning his head, he looks down at you, finding a slow yet steady pace for his digit to pleasure you. Your eyes are closed, lips parted as your jaw hangs open, your features displaying your inner sensations. 

“Look at that,” He nudges you up, the hand on your back retracting and rising to cup your face. 

Lazy and lusty eyes look into his, a gasp slipping from your lips when his finger curls, rubbing against your velvety insides. 

“Look at that pretty face,” Nico tells you, eyes flickering back and forth between yours. “My perfect muse.” 

Collapsing into his arms, you allow him to hold you, kissing him with incredible need. He’s never made you feel so magnificent before, like a pure angel filled to the brim with beauty. 

“Nicolás, yes!” Your head tilts back, knocking against the upper cabinets. Thrusting your chest out, you do your best to breathe, feeling him add a second digit. 

He’s reveling in the way you’re reacting to him, watching your glorious chest rise and fall with rapture, and right before his very eyes. Already, you’re shaking, both of your dainty hands clinging to him. He’s pressing up against that squishy little spot that you yourself can barely reach, the heel of his palm rubbing against the apex of your sex. Rolling your hips onto his hand, you’re rewarded with the sound of that lovely baritone voice once again. 

“Let it come,” He coos, feeling you repeatedly clench around him. “Let it wash over you.” 

More than anything, he wants to experience this again with you. This and more. He’s decided how he feels, not just about you but the situation surrounding you, too. You’re his, he wants you to be his. 

“Will you let me feel it, pretty thing?” He’s nudging the curve of his nose over your jaw, the action smooth and affectionate. 

“Yes, Nicolás.” You promise him, hips stuttering. “Yes…” 

The way his fingers rub against you is making you see stars, your mouth open and panting before him. And you’d feel incredibly vulnerable like this if he wasn’t so close to you. He’s in your space, pressing his body against yours, holding you in his arms. It’s like he’s experiencing your high with you. And just like that, the powerful waves washing through your hips and lower tummy rise to their full height, immediately crashing down on the shoreline. Your body quivers from it, hips jerking in small, rapid motions. With a firm hold, he keeps his arm wrapped around you, fingers insistent in their application of pressure on that special spot he so easily found inside you.

“Mi amor, mi bonita niña,” He’s babbling, breathing almost as harshly as you. And you’re crying out, gasping and whining as he helps you ride this out. “No te dejaré ir.” (My love, my beautiful girl. I will not let you go) 

You're leaning on him just as much as he’s leaning on you, into you, your bodies finding comfort in the other’s. He’s warm and sturdy, just what you need after the emotional and physical edge he’s brought you to. 

After everything you’ve gone through since meeting him, all of it leading up to this, you feel like you need him. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted, everything you yearn for in a companion. He’s artistic, divine, gentlemanly to you and doting when he needs to be. He’s refined and educated, poised in so many ways. You need him, you really do. And Nico feels the same way, breathing out his thoughts against you. 

“I want you - I need you; I do.” 

[mythwoven]

Vintage Shirley Jackson paperbacks

[insomniamamma]

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

WINKTOBER DAY 21: Nipple Play (Nico)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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WINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

House of Troubled Birds Dragons (Part 1/?)

part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8

[calebsrottingcorpse]

I zoned out and doodled this fuck ass kid Belos here pspspspspsppppp

[galaxyedging]

Nico x f!reader x omc.

Part of this masterlist.

Warnings: SMUT! Mentions of anal sex, cheating, spanking. Pegging, m&f receiving oral sex, m&f masturbation, cum eating.

Summary: When Nico and Angelo further your education, you take the lessons leaned into other areas of your life.

Desires

It was a beautiful day. The summer months had been glorious. Perfect travelling salesman weather, according to your husband. "Now is a perfect time for me to go a bit further a field. Kids are home for the summer, making all kinds of messed. A couple of months of me driving around will definitely secure me that promotion." He pitched you whole thing after packing up the car.

You played the doting wife as he left, waved him off. Angelo had even crossed the street to join you on the sidewalk with a wave of his own. Your husband felt 'reassured that a Doctor would be around to keep an eye on you'.

If only he knew the doctor in question had given you a very through physical on the three occasions you had met as well as being the first man you had anal sex with. Something that he took a ridiculous amount of pride in. He'd had Nico train you for hours while he wasn't there. Angelo had cursed in a number of languages as he had finally been able to full sheath himself inside you. Nico had smiled warmly at Angelo's joy in his achievement. He'd even pressed a soft kiss to your temple. Something that was a rarity. His softness only bled through now and then.

Nico's was always softer when Angelo was around. His house was warmer, more full of life. Not that Nico wasn't fun, just sometimes there was something with him. Instead of being confident and uninhibited it was as if a wall was put up, a line in the sand he couldn't cross, like he had to rein himself in.

While Nico showered one day, Angelo painted your toes. Black, a colour you would have never chosen on your own but you had to agree it looked chic. It was one of his favourites, you'd noticed since he hated wearing shoes. He held your leg up, careful brushed the colour on, pressing the odd kiss to your calf. "Angelo?" He hummed back at you, engrossed it his work. "How did you and Nico meet?"

The tiny brush in his hand paused on your pinkie toe. "He didn't tell you?"

That answer to that seemed obvious. "No."

"That might be something you want to ask him. He can be very private."

"You can't even give me a hint?" The foot that he had just released made it's way to his lap.

"Oh." He groaned indecently at the contact. "Hey, you'll smudge." He pushed your foot away.

"Please?"

"No, you can ask him."

A mock pout set on your lips. "Fine."

"Don't 'fine' me." He kissed your pout. His fingers came up to tease you through your panties. "I can't tell you anything but we can work on that g spot orgasm." As much as you wanted to know about Nico's past, the offer was more than tempting.

When you'd questioned why they put you in certain positions and marvelled at how good it felt, they had decided to show you. Nico's expensive sheets and cloud like mattress cradled you as the two men lay either side of you. Both dressed to a degree that was unfair. The only flesh on show were their forearms and a slither of their chests. You however were naked, legs spread wide both knees anchored by a man each.

"So you already know how to touch your clit." Angelo parted your folds, running a finger over the bundle of nerves in question. When you arched slightly as his touch, Nico dipped his head to your nipple, now in reach and swirled his tongue around it. A playful smirk on his face. You liked this Nico. This was when he seemed most at ease, with the two of you. When you were alone it was strangely business like. Not the sex itself, that was...fuck, mind blowing, transcendent, all sorts of other words you seen in those romance novels that you didn't believe actually applied to sex. Whether he was in charge or he was letting you take control, he was always present during the act itself but as soon as things were done, he closed off a little. He check you were okay, physically and emotionally. Offered you food and water, to walk you home. You'd always graciously decline, you both knew full well he would still wait on his porch until you were safely home. Not that he would admit to it or that you would admit to enjoying it.

The other Nico that was quickly growing on you was what Angelo called him being a 'sub'. It was when he let you or Angelo be in charge. Honestly, you weren't sure what you enjoyed more. Watching the two of them have sex was always an experience. The way it lit you up from the inside, you often wondered if you could come just from watching them take pleasure in each other's bodies. When you got to be in charge it was a whole other rush. From the moment Nico had placed the paddle in your hands, presented himself naked on all fours, willing, vulnerable, the power had been a trip. To make him come apart without touching him in a way you wouldn't usually consider sexual was thrilling. He enjoyed the pain. It was as if it was beyond a sexual need. It was clarifying. Grounding. Not that you ever brought it up to him. He was so through when describing the root of your needs and desires. He tell you why he thought they itched under your skin. Why you liked his boundaries. Why you liked the control. When it came his own, he was blunt, mechanical, he'd just tell you the physical act he needed.

When you were alone, the weeks between Angelo's visits, the guest room was where you spent your time together. It suited the situation better. It was spartan, designed for a purpose. Just as your time together was. Nico was open with the fact that he wasn't in this, what ever this was, for the intimacy. His touch never strayed from seductive or sexual. If his hand was on you it was for a purpose, it didn't linger. It may temporarily sooth but that's as far as it would go. It wasn't there to comfort or support. He wasn't there for that. He was there to satisfy you, fuck you to ecstasy, empower you. The room became his classroom, he taught you how to claim your high. He showed you things your hadn't even thought of. Foreplay was a big one. With your husband it consisted of a little making out to 'get in the mood'. Nico taught you it's purpose, how to make you dripping wet, how to get your blood pumping.

"Just like every taste, every touch, every smell, gets me harder, gets me physically ready, it does the same for you." His fingers had you spread so he could tease your engorged clit. "The more turned on you are, the easier it is to stimulate all the right places." He punctuated his sentence with a sharp suck of your clit.

He chuckled against your folds as your hips snapped up and a surprised moan let loose from you.

Making his way from the bed to his toy chest he pulled out what looked like a large leather tassle. Running his fingers thought it he presented it to you. "Do you want it?"

Curiosity got the better of you as you nodded. With a hand on your knee, Nico pulled you onto your side, crossing on leg over the other as he did, exposing your thigh to him. With a flick of his wrist he whipped the soft flesh there. The material was soft, it still left a little sting, it felt good. Like when he bit you or squeezed just a little too roughly.

He waited for you response. This wasn't something you wanted to explore tonight.

"Can we try something else? Can I try something on you?" Big brown eyes scanned yours in that way that he did. It was like he thought he could read everything about you if he looked hard enough.

"I think I have something." He pulled out a long velvet bag. Undoing the knot he shook something out of it. A long, ruby red dildo fell out into his hand.

"You can use this on me. It's going to need plenty of lube. What don't you help with that?" He slipped it between your legs, dragged it through your folds. "Come on, Kitten." He sat on the bed, grabbing the lube from it's now ever present place on his nightstand. He applied a generous amount. His large hand curled around the base, bracing the dildo against his thick thigh, he beckoned you over. "I want you to ride it until you come."

As you sunk down on it your lips parted in a gasp. Usual Nico would seize the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, steal your breath while it was so readily given. This time he just leant back on his elbow. "This is all you, Babygirl. Show me what you've learnt." Moving up and down on the toy the only contact you had with Nico was odd graze of his fingers wrapped tightly around the base. This was all you. You were finding those spots he had no trouble seeking out, every time he was inside you. You were igniting the fire low in your belly, stoking it with every bounce. Shifting your position you found somewhere that made your legs shake with the intensity of it.

Nico could see you were close. "That's it. Take what you need. You don't need anyone to give you your pleasure. It's all in your control."

He was right. Working yourself on the toy, it was you in control, not Nico, not Angelo, certainly not your husband. You. You screamed as you made yourself orgasm.

"Good girl." Nico breathed as he watched you come down from your high, pussy trembling around the toy and leaking onto his thigh.

His cock was red from lack of attention. He wanted to bury it in you. Enjoy how wet you are right now but that's not what you asked for. Ignoring the heavy bob of his length between his legs he moved to retrieve the harness. After a few awkward giggles from you he got you set up. The dildo protruded from the apex of your thighs. "How do I...? I mean what do I...?" You'd asked, only for Nico to get on all fours on the bed. "You can work it out." He informed you before settling with his ass in the air.

Tentively, you lined the toy up with his enterance. Pushing your hips forward steadily you were met with resistance but the moan Nico let out told you that you were doing the right thing. If he were working himself into you this would be the point where he would start to pull back and thrust a little. You emulated the motion, earning another moan. The sounds you pulled from him spurred you on until you were, metaphorically, balls deep inside him. Using a strength you didn't know you had, you were fucking him roughly and he loved every minute of it. "Oh fuck, yeah. Right there, doing so well Honey. Gonna make me cum." He babbled into the sheets below him. He words stoked your pride, gave you the courage to copy him further. Mercilessly, you pounded the toy into him. His groans became so loud you could feel them in your own chest.

"Shit. Wait. Stop." He begged. Instantly you stopped.

Nico heaved himself off the toy to rearrange himself on his back. With his hands on his knee he spread himself wide. "Keep going. I just wanted you to see it."

Too lost in the power you had over this beautiful man, flushed, chest heaving, spread out ready for you, you didn't even ask what he meant before pushing back inside of him. Bottoming out you fucked him ruthlessly again. He clawed at the headboard behind him, the muscles in his arms straining deliciously. "Oh. Oh! Oh fuck." He began to arch off the bed as he came, leading your eyes down to his cock. It was stood straight away from his body, it pulsed and the head swelled briefly before a rope of cum shot out of it. Then another. And another. It was so strange to see Nico cum without touching his cock. It was also ridiculously arousing.

The memories served you in the here and now, aiding your arousal. Angelo's hand was over yours, his thick finger sliding in and out of your slick channel next to yours.

"That's it Bebita. Just find what works for you. The pace. The rhythm. You look so pretty all worked up. You're god damn stunning when you come. So free." He kissed you deeply.

When he moved back out of your eye line Nico was behind him. Water dripped from his curls, more pronounced than he usually wore them. A towel slung low on his waist did nothing to hide his erection. Dropping his towel as walked he adjusted his thick length.

"She can take care of herself." He shot a wink at you before lay Angelo on the bed, next to you.

Angelo groaned at the cool water from Nico's hair hit his chest, while Nico sucked on his nipple. Nico worked his way downward, sucking, nipping, licking at his golden skin until he came to his erection. Without hesitation he took Angelo's length deep into his throat. The chorus of moans between them made you desperate to find your peak. Angelo would moan at the sensation of his cock in Nico's warm, wet mouth. Nico would moan at giving Angelo pleasure, which vibrated against Angelo, giving him more pleasure and Nico more satisfaction. Nico's eyes never left yours. Even when yours closed or rolled back when they returned to the same spot Nico's eyes were there waiting. Even with his head bobbing on Angelo's cock.

"Ay Papi, I'm gonna cum." Angelo whined. Nico moved his head up from having his nose nestled in the curls at the base of Angelo's shaft. He pulled Angelo's cock from his mouth, leaving it open with his tongue pressed to the head. Nico's eyes burned into you as he pumped Angelo through his orgasm catching his release on his tongue. It was enough to trigger your own release as your muscles rhythmically clenched around your fingers. Your release gushed around them. Before your head was clear, Nico had removed your hand, he held it in his as sucked your juices from it. Wrapping his hand around his own girth, he fucked his fist. He didn't make a show out of it like he did when he watched you. It was quick and functional. The span of his massive hand did nothing to dwarf the size of his manhood. The squelch of lube and the rhythmic thwack of his fist against his balls mixed with his grunts and moans. It was a shock to see him come so quickly. Even with attention from both you and Angelo, his stamina was impressive. He coated your stomach in minutes. Angelo had partially recover and lazily he lapped at Nico's cum before coming to rest his head on your chest. Nico looked at the two of you fondly, you didn't expect him to lay down next you his head mirroring Angelo's. The afternoon passed in a lazy haze of touches. Each man making you cum with their fingers, as they kissed your breasts or each other. Each of them came at least once more from a combination of touches, yours, each other's, their own. By dinner time, the three of you had to go get cleaned up, with the copious amounts of bodily fluids painting your skins. Dinner was light but satisfying, a steak salad, paired with Nico's favourite wine. As the night drew in you were tempted to stay, you knew neither of them would objected. They would make you feel welcome and wanted. Part of you wanted to give in to it, to savour it a little longer. The rest of you knew it wasn't right, none of this was right.

As Nico and Angelo settled down for the night, you went home to take a step that you should have long ago and with new found focus on your own pleasure that Nico had inspired, you pulled out all your paper work and began making plans for your future.

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[cassandracain52]

Do you think Damian ever forgets he isn't adopted?

Because I've read some things about the other Batkids forgetting they are adopted. But I think in a family like this, the reverse may be equally true xD

Do I think Damian ever forgets he's not adopted? Realistically: No. He spent his first year at the manor making sure every conversation he had somehow ended in him mentioning he was "the blood son". It would take a severe amount of head trauma or smth to make that boy forget that

But in my heart?: Yes I think he does because that would be so funny and the concept positively delights me😭

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Just one scenario this made me think of:

[Tim scoffing while looking at his phone]: Pfft Look at this article the Gazette did on us [turns his phone towards Damian to show an article reading "Bruce Wayne's Adopted Children make a appearance at most recent Gala"] [Tim continuing with a laugh]: Can you believe that? I mean who's proof reading these things, right?

[Damian frowning while he reads the headline in slight confusion]: All they did was list our names? We were at that gala? What's wrong with it?

Tim: Well they listed your name too

Damian: And?

[Tim, waiting for Damian to stop messing with him]: ....

[Damian, genuinely confused]: ...?

[Tim poorly smothering an evil older brother smile as he realizes exactly what just happened & is about to lock it in his memories forever to be brought up constantly]: Damian...

[Damian, still not catching on & getting annoyed]: Yes??

Tim: You're not adopted

Damian:...

Tim: ...

Damian: Timothy-

[Tim immediately starting to sprint away]: I already texted everyone

[Damian cursing as he gives chase]: TIMOTHY I SWEAR-

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Or just:

[Constantine doing a spell to break a curse a villain put on Bruce or smth]: Alright, all I need now is some blood from his next of kin. [glances at watching army of bat children] uh biological next of kin

[Everyone instantly turning to stare at Damian]

[Damian, who's been up for the last 42 hours with everyone trying to break this curse & has reached a new level of exhausted]: ...What?

[Dick, explaining hesitantly]: He needs someone with Bruce's blood..?

Damian: Ok? So give it to him?

[Dick now fully confused]: I'm adopted? I can't?

[Damian in full Dead Tired IncomprehensionTM]: So what do you want me to do about it then???

Dick: Damian. Bruce is your dad.

Damian: [blinks, no thoughts, head empty]

Jason interrupting because he is too tired to enjoy this right now & wants to wrap this up: You're the only one here with his actual blood, genius

Damian: ...

Damian: Oh right

Tim saves the cave recording to every possible file and hard drive he can get his hands on. Barbara helps him to ensure it can't be deleted. The entire family continues to bring it up for weeks that "the blood son" forgot about his blood. Damian never lives it down.