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Nerdie’s Fanfic Picks - Volume Seven!

All fanfics on this list are for readers age 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they're there so you know what's in them. YOU are in charge of your own reading experience!

1. Cuz I love you series (three parts) by @fhatbhabiee (DBF Joel Miller x reader)

2. Afterward - Chapter One by @secretelephanttattoo (Marcus Moreno x female reader)

3. Helpful not so Helpful Guide to Jake Johnson by @soft-persephone

4. A Gift of Life and Joy by @prolix-yuy (Javier Gutierrez x plus size female reader “Conejita)

5. Where the Wild Things Are by @fhatbhabiee (Jack Daniels x reader)

6. Teach You Patience by @frenchiereading (Frankie Morales x ofc)

7. In Bloom by @maggiemayhemnj (AU Ezra x GN reader)

8. Easy Access by @laurfilijames (Will Miller x female reader)

9. Drabble #4 by @drabblesandsnippets (Bucky Barnes x plus size reader)

10. Please Mr. Postman by @legendary-pink-dot (Sleezy mailman Joel Miller x female reader)

11. Afterword - Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 by @secretelephanttattoo (Marcus Moreno x f! Reader)

12. Sleep Tight Love by @superhoeva (Captain John Price x female reader)

13. Obligation by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Joel Miller x f reader) both are older

14. Barking up the Wrong Tree - Chapter One and Chapter Two by @connectioneverywhere (Frankie Morales x f! Reader)

15. Obscenery by @sin-djarin (Tim Rockford x Dave York)

16. Fifteen hundred and one by @undercoverpena (Frankie Morales x f! Reader)

17. Friendly Face by @sunshineandspencer (Aaron Hotchner x fem receptionist)

18. Pretty Please by @baronessvonglitter (QZ Joel Miller x bookworm f! Reader)

19. It’s lonely at the end of the world (until it’s not) by @guessimwritingficsagain (Joel Miller x f! Reader) Mention of SA and mental trauma

20. Chapter 1 Howdy, Neighbor! by @inept-the-magnificent (Frankie Morales x Shelby plus size OFC)

21. A kind of look by @sunshineandspencer (Spencer Reid x fem BAU reader)

22. Worth A Thousand Words by @intoanotherworld23 (Joel Miller x f! Reader)

23. Raining in Baltimore by @schnarfer (Marcus Pike x f! Reader)

24. Fifteen Minutes by @whocaresstillthelouvre (Din Djarin x f! Cam reader AU)

25. Bunny - One Shot by @whatsnewalycat (Javier Peña x f! Reader)

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[nerdieforpedro]

Both us and Tony know why his left arm’s fingers are jacked up. 😆😆 It’s silly but I love it! And why wouldn’t his fingers be cum proof?! Poor planning team. Geez, let Bucky use all his skill. I cackled! 🤣

Water Proof

Bucky Barnes is pretty sure that his arm is water proof. He'd been in water with it before. Turns out his arm can handle water, but not pussy juice

Warnings: smut, fingering

This is so silly and goofy lmao

It was so damn rare to see Bucky walking through the compound without his arm attached. But there he was, marching through the compound with a long case in his flesh hand and his metal arm gone.

It was rude to stare, everybody in the compound knew as Bucky walked towards Tony's workshop. The workshop that was meant to just be for Avengers stuff, but Tony did whatever the hell he wanted in there.

The damn thing was meant to be waterproof. He'd been in the water with his arm when it was less advanced, and it had been fine. He'd showered with this arm, he knew. (It wasn't something he liked to do often, but shower sex made him nervous and he liked holding his girl with both hands.)

The arm was definitely water proof, so why wasn't it working now?

He strode into Tony's workshop and threw the case down onto the workbench in front of the billionaire.

Tony didn't look up from his work. "Frosty, what can I do for you?" He asked as he looked at the wiring of something through a magnifying glass.

Bucky opened the case and spun it on the workbench to face Tony as he looked up from the wiring. "It's broken," Bucky said, voice gruff and clipped. But it always was with Tony.

Tony picked up Bucky's arm from the case. "What's wrong with it?" He asked as he observed it.

"Fingers stopped working."

Tony eyed him with suspicion. "Which fingers?" He asked and Bucky held up his middle and index fingers.

A grin split across Tony's face. "Winter Soldier, you dog!" He barked out a laugh. But then he put down the arm. "I'll get to it," he said and went back to his wiring. Yeah, he didn't want to be touching the arm that had been broken by bodily fluids.

***

The moment Bucky returned to the apartment, she was on in, wrapping her arms around him. "Is your friend going to fix it?" She asked, face against his chest.

Bucky wrapped his arm around her and squeezed. "Yeah, Babydoll, he's gonna get it fixed."

But she kept her face buried against his chest, hands gripping his shirt. "I'm so sorry, Buck," she mumbled.

He released a laugh from his lips and kissed the top of her head. "It's okay," he insisted. "It wasn't your fault."

He had her beneath him, body writhing as she kissed down her body. She was already so damn sensitive, but, then again, she always was for him.

Bucky pulled her underwear down her legs and let his tongue swipe through her folds. The noises that she released from her throat were like fucking music to him. He groaned as he looked up at her from between her legs.

He kissed her thigh almost sweetly.

His cool, metal fingers touched her and she clamped her thighs around him. "Buck," she gasped, reaching for his hair.

"Open up for me, babydoll," he whispered, and she let her legs fall open, releasing his hand from her thighs.

He ran his fingers through her folds before concentrating on her clit. She was already so damn wet for him.

His index finger breached her hole. She whined as his flesh hand settled on her hip, thumb brushing across her skin. "I got you," he whispered as his finger pumped in and out of her.

She was positively soaking him. Her breath hitched when she felt a second finger pushing in alongside the first. Her cries were so damn sweet and the way she was pulling at his hair. He placed a kiss to her hip and began moving his fingers.

She chanted his name over and over and over again as he fucked her on his fingers. He didn't much care as her slick ran down his fingers. He kept working her, thumb against her clit until she was clenching around him, legs shaking as she came with a cry.

His fingers stopped moving, stopped obeying his commands, maybe five minutes after this.

"What did you tell Tony?" She asked as she looked up into his baby blues.

"He worked it out," he answered, and she buried her face against his chest, hiding from him.

Bucky's chest shook as he gently laughed. "I can never show my face around the compound ever again," she mumbled and let go of his shirt. But she just wrapped her arms around them, slipping them beneath his shirt to touch his solid back.

"Baby, it's okay," he said and pulled away from her hip to grab her chin and tip her face towards him. "Nobody knows about us. They don't know I broke my arm making you see stars," he said with a grin. "But, I want them to know."

He leaned down and kissed her, effectively cutting off anything else she was going to say. But then she pulled away slightly, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. "Think you can ask Tony to make it cum proof?" She asked, almost shyly.

Bucky kissed her again, walking her back until she hit the couch. "I can definitely do that," he said and pushed her back. He didn't need metal fingers to make her see stars.

[daiwild]

shes a girl with a gun. shes out for blood

WAIT ARE YOU THREATENING ME? ARE YOU POINTING THAT GUN AT ME???

[dailyhatchetfield]

maybe max and kyle? idk if they have a ship name but there is not enough content for them

day 27 - piggyback ride

[bomber-grl]

Deku Dating hc!! ୨ৎ

Pairing(s): Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader

Creds ~ first divider: @/khaer 2nd divider: @/strangergraphics-archive Art: @/xuune/kaiihuna or @/_kaiihua on twt

HE IS SO FLUSTERED OMG

Not even an exaggeration, the moment you confessed it was like blud went into cardiac arrest

Once he regained his wits he reciprocated your feelings all in a couple of stutters and accidental muttering

How charming

All sarcasm aside, it really is endearing

Yknow how most of the people in class 1-A are unnecessarily weirded out by his muttering

Plus how Deku is more often than not, called names by his own fandom 💀

Well he thinks that way about himself too

Sure you get along more than just fine but seeing him apologize for being more than a little nerdy is shocking to say the least

I mean if anything his “weird” and nerdy self is literally part of his charm and you make this known

Reread that first bullet point for a hint to how he reacted to you telling him that

Anyway

It’s likely you guys met at UA

I mean it’s where he’s made the most friends at (if any) and the only reason he talked to you was either it was inevitable or he absolutely fan boy-ed over your quirk

If you guys had some sort of romantic connotation and you had to fight against each other in the sports festival he’d be pretty conflicted

Although, you’d probably not want him to hold back

If anything he’s just sorry about the whole ordeal 😭

As a boyfriend Deku is shy(?)

I mean just look at how he reacted to technically a none romantic gesture and just interaction - he’s definitely going to be flustered for the majority of you two hanging out

Overall he’s really sweet

Like genuinely it’s surprising that he’s never actually been with someone in a real relationship before

If you disagree… look at him in the beginning of the anime 😭💀)

At most he was probably jokingly asked out or asked out on a dare in the past

I do think that hero life would sort of interfere with romantic relations for you both(assuming ur attending UA)

So there’s times where meeting up or just hanging out would be difficult

But when you two can hang out- it’s really nice

You’re either going to fast food restaurants, going shopping or doing anything really-

These outings are similar in the fact that they all often end in you both fighting some villian 😭

There is this one instance where before the dorms were introduced- you and Izuku had stayed to train or clean- whatever it was at school

He got a call from inko and upon finding out you (someone he does nothing but yap about to her) were around, well, she figured she’d invite you for dinner

Queue you finally meeting Inko and if you’re nervous and want to get a gift of some kind Izuku is kind of laughing but also happy that you want to “impress” her

Even though she loves you already

When you meet inko, she’s is buzzing with as much nervous energy as Izuku is

Funny how similar they are

The dinner goes smoothly and if anything she just approves of you more

Now eventually dorms get introduced and so does sneaking around

Don’t tell me no one in class 1-a wouldn’t sneak around- they’re high schoolers and you can’t tell me they wouldn’t just want to have stereotypical sleepovers

Among those who would sneak around is you

Izuku is less likely to because he’s a bit shy and if he’s ever caught- God kill him now 😭

So ofc you end up sneaking to his room

Which sorta backfires because he loves all might and all might is just staring at you in every direction you look.

The merch is just too excessive

Even then, a sleepover is too much for him and in Izuku fashion- he gets flustered

It takes awhile for him to chill 😭

Holding hands? In the hall way?

If you manage to hold hands for 5 seconds before Iida or Bakugo mention it then you’ve got a personal best!

(Iida because he says no PDA, and bakugo cuz him and his big ass mouth always got something to say)

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A/n: hope u liked! ^^

[nerdieforpedro]

I enjoy smutty little fics like these where they’re a connection that’s sexual but they’re not touching each other, it’s pretty cool to me. 🥵🥵🤗🤗 And exciting! I’m looking forward to part two!

bunny - one shot

Javier Peña x PhoneSexOperator!Reader - Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation, aliens??

A/N: Just for funsies. I’m gonna do a second part to this at some point in time. Is it considered a one shot then??? Idk. Enjoy ☎️

EDIT: LINK TO SECOND PART HERE

The first time you heard Javier Peña’s voice was in 1998.

Fresh off a call with one of your regulars, Dale, with whom you role played an alien abduction fantasy, detailing the things you would theoretically do to extract his sperm in an attempt to make an alien-human hybrid clone. You told him all about how you were wrapping your spindly, gray, extraterrestrial fingers around his cock, pumping his throbbing manhood, so warm, so deliciously human. From wherever he was, a wet slapping sound and shaky little moans filled your ears.

Sometimes you theoretically shoved things up his ass while he actually shoved things up his ass. Probing, he called it. Sometimes you’d theoretically take him in your tiny, lipless alien mouth while you sat at your kitchen counter and stretched your very human lips around a dildo, rutting up and down until you were gagging and gasping for air. Dale, on the other end, would start out whimpering no, don’t, I have a wife. Then as the squelching sounds of the dildo in your mouth grew wetter, faster, he would grunt out things like fuck yes, you fucking like that you naughty little alien?

Only after he came would he allow the façade to break, mumbling a thank you, telling you about how his wife thought his fetish was too weird to partake in this kind of role play. You said that you enjoyed his calls because it allowed you to be creative and… actually, you found it kind of hot. He said he’d talk to you soon and dropped the call.

Then the next call came in.

“Hi,” you purred, “What’s your name?”

“Javier,” he replied, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The dulcet baritone of his voice was smooth and sure. There was clinking and a long sip from his end, indicating that he was drinking.

“Bunny,” you told him, “What’re you drinking tonight, Javier?”

This was a fake name, of course, and was listed in your newspaper ad alongside a grainy black and white picture of a woman who was most definitely not you. Most men know this, sometimes asking what’s your real name? Or, what do you really look like? And you always tell them the same thing: I’m whatever you want me to be, handsome.

A fantasy. A shapeshifter. Custom-tailored to outfit their most depraved sexual cravings.

“Whiskey,” he answered, “How long have you been doing this… Bunny?”

As thinly-veiled as his disbelief was, you appreciated his attempt to suspend it when he said your fake name.

“About a year now,” you started off around your kitchen’s island counter, stepping heavy to let him hear your heels click-clack against the tiled flooring. That really got some men going.

The wet swallow of his throat, a slurp, then a quiet sigh. Another sip of his whiskey. He then inquired, “Do you like it?”

“I do,” you replied earnestly, looking up at your ceiling, studying the grooves of the light fixture hanging above you, “I get to talk to all kinds of interesting people.”

His throat rumbled in acknowledgment.

“How was your day today, handsome?” you prodded, trying to sus out what this man’s motive was for calling. Some people take a while to gather the courage to come out with it. A few just want to talk.

“It was shit,” he grumbled. The flick of a lighter, then a muffled inhale, exhale. Smoking.

“What can I do to make it better?” you asked, edging your voice along the rasp of your throat.

Javier took a long drag off (what you assumed to be) his cigarette, then said, “Tell me about something that makes you happy.”

You frowned and hummed in contemplation, searching your mind for what you think would make Bunny happy.

Then he added, “But don’t give me some horse shit answer like you’re just so happy with a cock crammed down your throat, ok sweetheart? Real answer.”

This made you laugh, and you told him, “Sure. Ok, let me think.”

“I like your laugh,” he commented softly while you were digging through your brain.

“Thank you, Javier,” you smiled, then started pacing around your island counter as you mulled over an answer that’s real, but not too real as to reveal the tender parts of yourself you keep separate from this job.

He waited patiently, sipping his drink and smoking.

“There’s a bird feeder in the garden of my apartment complex,” you confided as you leaned against the counter and crossed an arm across your soft middle, “In the morning I sit out on my deck and watch the birds while I drink coffee.”

“And that makes you happy?” he asked. His voice was flat and unbelieving.

“It does,” you confirmed, nodding your head as you shifted your weight from one leg to the other, “I think it’s important to take joy in the small things. Like how the sky looks when the sun is rising. Or when I see a black-crested titmouse at the bird feeder.”

“A what?” Javier chuckled, and it was warm and deep and genuine, “What’re you, a Boy Scout?”

“Bunny scout,” you joked.

Heat spread across your face like wildfire when he laughed at this. The sound made your heart skip a beat.

“And, what makes you happy, Javier?” you asked then, dropping your voice to sultry croon.

He grunted at this. The sound of a fridge opening. Ice clattering into his glass. The glug-glug-glug of whiskey being poured.

You pushed off the counter and walked around the island again, the click-clack of your heels on tile sounding off every second like a timer.

“I suppose, the company of a beautiful woman like you is enough to make me happy.”

“I thought you said no horse shit answers,” you teased.

He laughed again, which made you smile, then he cleared his throat and admitted quietly, “I’ve been trying to figure it out lately.”

“Trying to figure out what makes you happy?”

“Trying to figure out what happiness is,” he clarified.

The salience of his admission struck you. You hummed to emphasize its poignancy, then told him, “Happiness is whatever you want it to be, handsome.”

Javier was the one humming then. A long sip of his whiskey. The sound of a lighter sparking the tip of a cigarette.

“Can I ask you to do something for me, sweetheart?”

“Whatever you want, Javier,” you cooed.

“Tell me what you’re wearing.”

You looked down at your baggy t-shirt and biker shorts, “A red lace bra and matching panties.”

“What you’re really wearing, Bunny,” he purred, “Let me see you how you are.”

“I’m wearing shorts and a t-shirt,” you admitted with a smirk.

“Take your shirt off,” he instructed.

You placed the phone on the counter and pulled your shirt off over your head, dropping it next to the phone. When you brought it back to your ear, you notified him, “My shirt is off.”

“Mmm, good girl,” he breathed, “Bra?”

“Not wearing one,” you told him, “I’m… topless in my kitchen right now.”

“Squeeze your tits.”

With your free hand, you grazed your breast, then pinched your nipple with a whimpered, “I’m squeezing my tit.”

“The other one, too.”

You complied, attending to the opposite side with another airy whimper.

“Do you still have shorts on?”

“Yes.”

“Take them off.”

You shimmied your shorts and underwear down to your ankles, then stepped out of them, “They’re off.”

The jingling of a belt buckle. A zip. More jingling. A soft exhale.

“I’m touching myself,” you told him as you dragged your fingertip along your seam, exploring the ridges and valleys of your sex.

“Tell me more.”

“I’m rubbing my clit,” you narrated your actions in a throaty whisper, “Drawing circles around it, it feels so fucking good, Javier.”

“Suck on your fingers.”

You did this, humming and licking around your digits.

“Are they wet?”

“Yes.”

“Spit in your hand. I wanna hear it.”

You gathered a wad of saliva on your tongue and spit it onto your fingers.

“Good,” he rumbled, “Rub your clit again, sweetheart.”

A whimper fell from your lips as you follow his instructions, “Oh my god, Javier.”

He groaned and the sound dripped down your center, hot and tangible as it pooled inside you.

“Are you stroking your cock?” you asked him.

“Yes.”

“Good,” you purred, “Fuck, this feels so fucking amazing, baby.”

“Tell me more,” his voice was low and strained.

“Rubbing my swollen fucking clit, I’m so fucking wet,” you whined, and it was real, the heat gathering at your core and pooling between your legs.

“Let me hear how fucking wet you are, sweetheart.”

You slid your touch down your lips and spread your slick around, then sank two fingers into your cunt. With a shaky moan, you started fucking yourself, letting the wet squelch of your arousal sound off freely, breathing, “Can you hear that, Javier? How much you turn me on?”

“Oh my god, yes-” he groaned, “Are you fingering yourself?”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Get on your knees,” he instructed, so you did, then he told you, “Put the phone on the ground so I can hear you. Keep doing what you’re doing, baby, make yourself feel fucking good. I wanna hear you make yourself cum.”

“Setting the phone down,” you told him, then put it to rest on the floor between your spread knees.

This man’s stern instructions swirled around in your head, filling you with fire. You followed the urges of your flesh, moaning wantonly as your hands worked your body, “Yes yes yes- just like that, Javier, that’s fucking perfect-”

You arched your back and let your eyes flutter shut, picturing this faceless stranger getting off on the sound of your moans, the wet sound of your fingers rutting in and out of your pussy. Frantic whimpers huffed from your throat as you chased this shimmering, golden orb of pleasure, “Yes, Javier, yes yes yes baby, I’m gonna cum- that’s it, Javier- oh my god yes, I’m fucking cumming-”

Your words caught in your throat. The strumming of your touch on your clit, your fingers inside you, the stranger stroking himself, it all tightened and lifted you. The swell of an orgasm overtook your body and crashed down on you. You released a shattered moan as your pussy fluttered around your fingers.

When you picked up the phone, your breath was ragged, chest heaving, “Did you get that, handsome?”

He was panting, too, “So fucking hot.”

“Did you cum for me?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I did.”

The flick of a lighter on the tip of a cigarette.

You giggled, “I wish I could have heard it.”

“Is that right?” he rumbled, taking a drag of his smoke.

“Yeah. I think it’s sexy,” you admitted, then added, “Maybe next time.”

“When can I talk to you next?”

You gave him your schedule. It became a weekly occurrence, these calls with Javi, which you eventually were given permission to call him. He was your favorite caller.

With most of your callers, there was an expectation that you would morph yourself into their fantasies. Which is fine. It’s something you enjoyed about your work as a phone sex operator. But there was something so freeing about your calls with Javi, how he wanted you to be yourself. Your real self turned him on more than any of the bullshit.

He never asked for your real name, although you could tell he wanted to know it. Every time he called you Bunny, it left his lips with a kind of disdain. Like he couldn’t stand you pretending to be someone he knew you weren’t. He opted to use sweetheart or baby instead, which you liked.

Javier was a loyal customer for two more years, until you were hired as a professor at The University of Texas San Antonio and finally had the financial freedom to quit your side gig as a phone sex operator. Truth be told, you grew quite attached to him. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him it was your last call when it happened. Goodbyes have never been your strong suit.

Little did you know, no goodbye was necessary. Because it wouldn’t be the last time you’d hear his voice.

[ part 2 ]

[totopopopo]

Tagged by @spinalgirl !!!💖🫀

why did you chose your url? - it was a nickname my family had for my old dog, we would say it in a funny voice tripping out the syllables at him haha. he was such a good boy his name was Otis so I guess it went like Otis -> Tito -> Toto -> totopo -> totopopopo etc. Also totopos are a kind of tortilla chip

any side blogs? - no lmao I have no idea what the point of a side blog is. Like just use ur regular blog?

how long have you been on tumblr? - I joined when I was 12 so uhhh 9 years?

do you have a queue tag? - lmao no what the literal fuck is the point of a queue I find them just ridiculously dumb just. reblog the post when u see it ? this blog isn’t catered to other people idc about you fools this is for me to dump 600 posts at once and then dip

why did you start your blog in the first place? - I was uhhhhh into Sherlock. Also I was a nerdy 12 year old in 2012 so the culture appealed to me (rip)

why did you chose your icon? - Tod @alientoastt said I could pick a piece of his art for them to edit for pride so I searched their blog like a catalogue and found this one of Jonny which is INCREDIBLY good and is My Gender which is good for pride and Tod did the rest! Thank you Tod

why did you chose your header? - Mikhail Vrubel’s Six-Winged Seraph (Azrael) !!!! As y’all know for my religion major I have a concentration in religious art and I did a research project last year on angels in Christian artwork and I found this artist from the early 1900s who I really loved who did a LOT of gorgeous angels and he studied old Byzantine icons and repainted them in his youth he’s just a cool guy and I love the color palate of this one a lot!!!! I have a lot to say about it in general

what’s your post with the most notes? - I believe it’s my happy birthday trans people post from tdov?

how many mutuals do you have? - I don’t know???? Are people supposed to know these things?????? How on earth would I know this

how many followers do you have? - 545 but with your help we can get it to 666. Hail Satan

how many people are you following? - 273 but a lot are inactive I think

have you ever made a shitpost? - every post I’ve ever made was shit

how often do you use tumblr each day? - too much :/ I’m always here :// better than Twitter tho

did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? - MANY, yeah. Remember when that one dude said I was homophobic , just pretending to be a lesbian, and obviously a TERF because I said Elias Bouchard was a Tory shithead? Lmao. The most recent tumblr fight I got into was about Dante Alighieri

how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? - posts like that give me INCREDIBLY intense anxiety and I resent them immensely. I feel like I have to reblog them or something bad will happen, but the knowledge that my doing that would cause another person to potentially feel that way is how I’m able to circumvent that impulse. I hate them they suck

do you like tag games? - yea I like talking about myself

do you like ask games? - yea I like talking about myself

which of your tumblr mutuals do you think is famous - I dunno tod probably is the most in terms of famous for reasons that he deserves. Although I know he doesn’t think of himself as famous and I don’t really either. Maybe Ruth @thedreadvampy bc she has notoriety as well but again, I know she doesn’t think it herself as famous and I don’t either?? She’s just Ruth my cool cool friend Ruth who I look up to so much like the into the spider verse meme and who is the reason I’m partway through s1 of riverdale (which is Compelling....... it’s a compelling show). Maybe rumi @milfkarlmarx is tumblr famous but idk if famous is the right word I think y’all are just parasocial

do you have a crush on a mutual? - I mean I’m dating Kisaiya @spinalgirl so does that count

Tagging anyone who wants to do this bc I’m abt to eat crepes and I would rather do that than tag people xxx but if u wanna do it please just say I tagged u I don’t care! :)

[nerdieforpedro]

La Sangria es muy dulce – The Sangria is too sweet

(Roja/red) Part One of Coasting through the Rainbow

Summary: Javier Peña considered his life good, great even. He met a man who would change what he knew about himself.

This is the beginning of Javier’s journey.

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Warnings: internalized homophobia, ANGST AND FLUFF, all the emotions, self-loathing, alcohol use, mentions of smut (nothing too descriptive), Nerdie’s so-so Spanish translations, Nerdie’s brand of humor (all of the place), Javier Peña being subject to Nerdie’s whims

Word Count: 2,587

Notes: I started this six part series for Pride month. I hope to have all parts out during the month so we’ll remain hopeful! Special thanks, hugs and big kisses to @perotovar and @julesonrecord for beta reading and encouraging me to write all of it out, not just in bullet points. ❤️💚💙💛💜🧡

Main Masterlist/ Javier Peña Masterlist /AO3 Link

Javier thought people lied when they said that they knew the exact moment that their life changed. It sounds like the telenovelas that Senora Ramírez always has on when he goes for his morning coffee and empanada with a piece of mango to her shop before heading to work in the morning. So grand and over the top. Exaggerated to prove a point.

All those crazy people were right and tonight he’s in a room full of them.

Earlier that night he’d been drinking with some suits from the ambassador’s office, wearing his own complete with a tie. He felt stifled and wanted to rip the damn thing off but couldn’t, so he had more whiskey on the rocks to cool himself. Laughing with them was alright, but his time could be spent in his apartment in his own company.

The group was getting ready to head to the next place, paying their tabs and dispersing. Javier used this opportunity to sneak way, down an alley where he was sure they wouldn’t ask him to tag along. The scarlet light from the building behind the bar on the next street reflected in a puddle at Javi’s feet. Shrugging, it wouldn’t hurt to look so he thought and stepped toward the light only to see a club he’d never heard of. People were gathered outside dressed in all sorts of colors and outfits, more men than women he noticed, but he figured there were usual drink deals for ladies’ night so they might be inside.

His feet carried him to the door where the bouncer looked him up and down chuckling before letting him in. ‘Must be because I’m the only one in a suit. This fucking suit.’ Inside the music was loud, the red light persisted, and Javier’s eyes were wide. It’s not like he didn’t know men dated other men. Who doesn’t know that? Javier Pena just isn’t around it. At all. Ever.

Now with the flow of the crowd, he’s slowly pushed to the dance floor in a sea of men dancing and enjoying themselves. It’s completely foreign to him what he’s witnessing.

That’s when it happens. A tug on his tie is all that it took for Javier to gain focus. A man is before him, a few inches taller than he is, bronze skin he figures, though it’s difficult to tell in this light. Shoulder length dark curls frame his face, and his eyes are light, maybe hazel or a green. He isn’t sure. Pena is distracted by this man’s lips, they’re fuller than his own and curved in a smile as the ephemeral man puts his cheap black tie to his lips that have a gloss on them, making their cotton candy color stand out against the red light. “Hey hermoso (handsome), you look lost as a cordero (baby lamb). Maybe you need a shepherd for the night.” The light dusting of dark hair a top of his lip moves with it and Javi exhales.

‘This man’s voice makes feel, feel what? Calm and turned on? What the hell is going on? Maybe I need to put a limit on my whiskey after all.’ He was going to tell him to let go of his tie, but the words didn’t come out. Instead, he grabbed the hand that was still holding his tie. Pena didn’t let go, he couldn’t. His skin was so cool and felt like a godsend. When did he get this hot? Fucking suit. “No, I don’t. I just need to get my bearings.”

“Maybe you should dance and take off that jacket. Looks uncomfortable and you are. You can’t look away from me, but you feel like you may bolt out of here.” The same plush lips are pressed against the back of Javier’s hand. “Come on, let’s get you from a cordero to a borrego (lamb) shall we? Just dance with me hermoso.” A slower song begins to play, its tempo lends to help Javi think. No one he knows is here. What’s one dance?

“Alright, but I’m not a damn lamb. I’m Javi. What’s your name bello angel (beautiful angel).” Releasing his hand, Javi slipped a hand around his back, tracing his tant muscles through his tight white t-shirt. The man in white laughed and leaned in Javier’s ear, telling his name before grazing his cheek with his lips.

“You’re so close. Name’s Angelo. Good to meet you, Javier. Relax and let me show you it’s okay. Touch me, though I’ll only bite if you tell me to.” Angelo tilted his neck and undid Javier’s tie, wrapping it around his broad shoulders. “You can pull a little if you want me closer. Do you want me closer Javier?”

A simple sí (yes) is all Javier said prior to Angelo’s hands finding their way to Javi’s narrow hips, swaying them with the music. The man kept eye contact with Angelo never losing the smile he had upon his face. Javier began to wonder if he truly was lost. He’s never put much stock into over thinking relationships. Things are what they are, no more and no less. Whatever this may become, at least he deems it safe for not with this enchanting man who’s now leading him out of the club at the end of the song.

The crimson from the neon signs highlight the sweat on each of their bodies. Javier hadn’t noticed that Angelo had glitter on his arms. There had been so much he didn’t see in the club: the red dragon tattoo on his left shoulder near his collarbone, the freckles on his neck, the rose on right hand, the white jeans he wore were tight around his thighs. Peña’s hands reached down to squeeze them curious if they were as solid as they looked. Angelo’s thighs indeed were. “Let me kiss you Javi, you’ve already got your hands on me. I know you’ve been watching my lips.”

“Stop asking.” Peña ran his fingers up Angelo’s body tracing his hips, abdomen and shoulders before stoping at the back of his neck. He used both hands to pull his head forward. Angelo’s lips were as soft as he thought. No, softer. So soft and so warm. A pair of hands settled on Javier hips and he doesn’t feel like he should pull away. Especially when Angelo’s tongue begins to explore his mouth.

Javier Peña has never expected to be in another man’s bed, but he is here with swollen lips, grunting naked with a beautiful man telling him about what luscious sounds his making between what’s coming out of his mouth and his slick cock that is in Angelo’s capable hand. Peña has also never preened, tonight he does while those lips he’s been entranced by all night take him into the morning mapping his body. He knows that the lips that have tasted him told him good night before he succumbed to sleep.

Awakening the next morning, Javier should find it odd that he’s slept so well. Restful sleep avoids him like a cartel member with kilo of coke. With only the bruised memories that Angelo make on his skin the night before, he trots around the bedroom, his eyes adjusting to the light before he sees the bathroom. Using it, he smells coffee and maybe eggs, following the smell, Javi is greeted to Angelo’s ass. A few shades lighter than his back and thighs. It makes him release a chuckle before wrapping his arms around his host’s waist, placing kisses on his shoulder blade. “Buenos dias Angelo. What are you cooking?”

“Did you sleep well Javi? I should have the eggs done soon. I didn’t go to the store yet this week so I’ve got toast, butter and some grape jelly.” He responds and it still isn’t strange. Javi finds himself pushing his concern to the back of his mind as they sit down to eat.

“I did. Normally I don’t eat breakfast. I’m usually still working. Smells delicious.” Javier’s bright smile is complemented by his mustache and he notes the first time he sees Angelo blush from the compliment. “Am I the first you’ve had over for breakfast in a bit. Are you a lamb in that regard?” His mouth is wide from putting a healthy helping on scrambled eggs in his mouth and a laugh upon hearing Angelo confirm that yes it has been a year or two maybe he can’t remember exactly.

“Stop laughing so hard Javier. It isn’t that damn funny.”

After finishing breakfast, they both washed the dishes and dressed. Exchanging numbers was easy with a promise to call later. Usually an empty promise from Javier Peña but he did call once he got in his apartment later that morning to shower and go to work. They talked the entire way to work with Angelo finally telling Javier to stop sitting in the parking lot and go in to work. Peña said he’d see him later tonight which they did.

The subsequent three months find Javier in a good place, still occasionally sleeping with women, though it doesn’t resonate the same liberating sense that he felt with Angelo. They both have made it clear that for now, they’re exploring other options. However, the more time passes, the greater the time is that they spend together, giving less opportunity for others.

There’s one night that bled into the morning as many of Javier and Angelo’s shared memories do. Paloma (Javier’s nickname for Angelo as he always remembered how he appeared to him in white) had come to Columbia for work as the government was trying to building more infrastructure and needed people trained in urban planning and development. Javier promised to show him the local eateries and bars, going from place to place. Peña was well known in these spaces and said that Angelo was ‘new and learning the ropes’ as he put it. It was on one of the hillsides, Javier had asked a passerby to take a picture of the two of them, both with a warm buzz from alcohol and companionship. He couldn’t recall the joke or which one of them made it, just that both of them were using their entire bodies to laugh.

A hand was in Angelo’s hair, fingers gripped Javier waist tight. Many night in Columbia were humid, both men were coated in a sheen of sweat and glitter from a previous bar run a few stops back. In the background, above the short buildings behind them, the sky was transitioning from it’s navy blue toward the heavens, slipping into purple, red and a faint orange before greeting the buildings. The stranger took a few pictures with his phone and handed it to Javi who thanked them as they left.

That was one of the last times they didn’t argue.

It began about why Javi wouldn’t stay the night. About how Angelo couldn’t stay the night in Javi’s apartment. These two issues were worked out fairly quickly. Alternating where they explored each other did the trick. What Javier refused to budge on, was going out with Angelo during the daylight hours.

Peña’s life was excellent, he was growing to care for someone. He was always so guarded, his heart needed time to thaw from past experiences. Coming to terms to being in a relationship with another man. He still saw himself as the Javier of the past, though at this point he wasn’t sleeping with women any more as nights spent at Angelo’s didn’t always include sex. Sometimes it was just spent in each other’s embrace.

Angelo demanded more from Javier. Exclusivity and to be seen together more places. Not just out on drunken nightly raids but on sober days. Such exposure was normal for him. He’s been living in his truth for decades. Understanding that Javier was new to reconciling his sexual identity was fighting against being hidden. Angelo had been squirreled away too often by men who said they cared about him but acted like they had never met him when around others. He had told himself he would not stand for it. Not from any relationship plutonic or romantic.

Javier was different to Angelo. The bravado matched by his tenderness kept him in their relationship for a time, but close to the four month mark, his patience was wearing thin.

“Mi amor (my love), I want a life with you but I will not be kept to the night. You’re a good man and the best lover I’ve had, but I won’t be someone’s secret Javier. I refuse.” Angelo tells Javier after a night of passion after another morning has come in his apartment. They stand beside the bed baring their bodies to each other as they have often. This time, they’re not just giving knowing looks and leaving words unsaid.

“I told you I need more time mi paloma. I’m new to this. You know I care about you. I don’t see why you have to push so hard. We’ll go to brunch or something eventually. You know I work long hours at the consulate. I’m not keeping you hidden, I just-just need more time.” Reaching for Angelo, he needs him to know. To know, how much he cares and needs him. It’s just so difficult and twisted his emotions right now. “I don’t want to lose you Angelo. Please.” His dove smacks his hand away, the lips Javi enjoys making swollen are quivering as tears fall. It’s a look Peña is familiar with. No matter the gender, it is universal. The face of someone who is angry, disappointed and saddened by his actions.

“Get out Javier Peña. I have a life to live. With someone who wants me anytime and not just when it’s convenient for them. I wish you all the best. I will put myself first Javier. Just like you do.”

“Goddammit Angelo. Fine. I have a life to live too. Goodbye. I-I do care for you, at least know that mi ángel (my angel).” Javier tossed on his clothes haphazardly and departed Angelo’s apartment. They didn’t call or text. Not even a casual drop-in either. It was an abrupt end to their relationship.

Javier dove head first into old habits with as many women and men as he could. Their bodies were warm but he always left the bed cold. No amount of cigarettes or whiskey would fill the hole he had in his heart from Angelo. After six months of this behavior and his colleagues noticing that the once nearly glowing agent Peña was now a dim version of himself. Even worse than last year, it was suggested that a change of scenery be in order.

A consultant position with the DEA had opened up in DC. Knowing there was nothing for him here except more self-destructive behaviors, Javier Peña packed up what was in his apartment and moved back to the United States.

Javier decided the love he had in Columbia would remain there as he watched the greenery of the land where so much had defined his life. Deciding to try something new to mark the occasion, Javier ordered a sangria, he never indulged in mixed drinks much. The scarlet of the liquid matched the profound resentment toward how he’d handled everything and himself. “Where there’s a Javier Peña, there will be a way to make someone cry.” A sip of his drink had him pucker his lips. “Fuck, this shit is way too damn sweet. Story of my life.”

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Part Two - Morado/purple

[internutter]

Out of curiosity: Barry Bluejeans in the Monty Pithon 'verse?

Taako had taken the flier off of the dweeb because it was more or less a professional exchange. He, too, had been handing out fliers for Monty Pithon’s Amazing Circus and they both promised to see what the other’s flier was about. You know, the usual horseshit.

Except this dude actually turned up. In the actual midway while he was doing the lunch rush and turning it into an instructional show at the same time. Lup was down with the local crud, so he had to go solo this time.

“And that’s the chicken bouillabaisse,” he smoothed, ladling out small portions of it to the audience thanks to one of the circus brats. Anyone who actually worked in the pandemonium of the circus would stop by for whatever they wanted, but the people watching him had to add an offering to the box before they got theirs.

Bluejeans dude added a silver to the pot and, after taking a few bites, called the kid with the box back to add a couple of gold. Nice guy. This meant, of course, that Taako had to go to whatever his shindig was. Scouting forum for something called Ip Re.

He was only a hundred and sixteen. Barely an adult by Elven standards, so he showed it to his moms and sickened sister. A little of his legendary ginger garlic chicken soup saw her over the crud enough to come and attend with him.

My gods... it’s full of nerds...

Lup was still a little under the weather despite his soup, and he needed to boost her spirits. So he kept up the acerbic comments in her ear about the nerds, geeks, and dweebs that took turns up on the podium. Interesting stuff. This super-nerd called Hallwinter insisted that there was more than one planar system, and was busy devising a method of departing one planar system to investigate another.

Lup was coming up with some interesting questions about it and jotting them down. Taako kept his questions in his head. The ones that Lup didn’t think of, anyway.

There was a queue of people who wanted to ask nerdy questions. Some of them also bought books thick enough to be fucking weapons.

As they approached the desk where Professor Hallwinter was signing and answering queries, it was none other than Bluejeans man himself! He leaned over to his sister and said, “Nerd alert,” a little too loudly.

It was classic. He looked over their way, did a double-take, took off his glasses and cleaned them, and looked again.

Then it was their turn.

“He-- Yo-- Wha-- I-- There’s two of you? I mean, we were looking for a cook for the eventual mission, but... twins would solve a lot of the bond engine issues. Hi. Sildar Hallwinter. Professor.”

Lup had recovered her edge. Taako could tell by the way she launched right into their Bit without turning a hair. “Wow. So... you think all Elves look alike, then?”

“That’s a bit speciesist,” said Taako. “And listen to him presuming we’re twins.”

“We are totally different people,” said Lup. “Next thing you know, he won’t be able to tell us apart despite the obvious differences.”

He was stammering so fast that it almost made a word. “Ah-er-ab-u-da-er-ih-tha-oh-de-ur...” He was turning so red it was a miracle he didn’t bust a vessel somewhere.

Lup burst out laughing, and Taako followed. “We’re pulling your leg, professor. Of fucking course we’re twins. Hi. Call me Lup. And this is my dumb baby brother...”

“Taako,” said Taako. “From Tre Llew-Ddion.”

It was a half-hour of interesting questions, followed by being loaded up with offers to further their education at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration. The very young Professor Hallwinter thought they could gain some diplomas - after a few catch-up courses that they’d obviously sail through.

In spite of all evidence to the contrary, he thought they were both very brilliant and would be shining stars at the Institute. “Now I know he’s trying to sell something,” Taako joked on their way back to camp. “You and I both know I’m as dumb as a bag of rocks.”

“Let’s humour him,” said Lup. “If nothing else, we can be cooks and get a proper education.” She had her wicked smirk back, too. “Besides, he looks like he’d be fun to play with.”

“Play gentle,” Taako advised. “Humanmen are kind’a fragile.”

If he only knew then what he’d know in less than a century...

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YFIP: Ollie, Part Nine

yoooooooo, im at fudging nine, @spacejasontodd

HAS NEVER SEEN A ROOSTER EVER

has seen maybe one (1) chicken

can't be bothered to check what part they're on for my YFIP list (laziness is a sin, ollie, and it was 5)

cares about Keef (disgusting)

thinks i almost cried when I EXPLICITLY SAID I MEANT IT IN AN EMOTIONAL WAY (fool, I have never cried in my life, ever)

thinks i care about jason todd bc i experienced emotions once for him

10/10 would slap (gently pwaps tho, ur face probably bruises like a peach)

confuses me almost every day

their entire life is confusion

daddy issues

mommy issues

sibling issues

literally has enough issues to cover every family member

defs the type to look uncool on a motorcycle which automatically notches anyone's coolness up by five points (ur like negative one million cool)

is so uncool, their coolness is negative one million

me: i gotta get dressed for work ollie: good luck!

why the fuck would i need luck for getting dressed

ollie i get dressed all the time

it's not rocket science for me

why are you like this

LAZY

won't call me daddy (offense, ollie. i'd be a great father)

claims that reading porn and looking at it elicites two different responses for them and that's why they won't read my smut but will look and send me different pornographic pics of voltron characters

ollie, my writing is not as explicit as seeing a dick physically go into someone's ass.

is that it??

ARE YOU SAYING U WON'T READ MY SMUT BC IT'S NOT EXPLICIT ENOUGH (offense)

married me and trying to hook me up with a gf

polyam for the win, bro

hates angst but intentionally went back and changed their prompt to an angsty prompt for two of the angstiest characters ever

the meme that goes person a "do you have this thing", person b who visibly has the thing "no" - that's us.

ollie's usually person a bc they are soft like a watermelon

how the fuck do u save weed tea? why are you saving it anyway?

wants me to message them about things but frankly that would decrease my problems for them and i cannot have that

"where are my effects" - ollie immediately after taking a hit of weed

im like 500% sure it was actually grass

claims to have smoked 1 weed

actually has more likely smoked 1 grass

told me they had wi-fi and then didn't tell me when their wi-fi access stopped and then promptly complained when i kept sending them data-eating shiz

u should've told me, fool

this is your own fault

honestly, im still stuck on the fact that they wished me good luck at getting dressed

im very able-bodied and also not a child

i did not need good luck

thinks i stopped tagging them in stuff

fool, relax, i got shit in my queue for you

has no idea what they're gonna do in their future

speaks like twenty languages (unnecessary)

wants to speak like fifty more (doubly unnecessary)

made a post about the fact that i sent them every emoji i had available on my phone in consistent stream

doesn't know their zodiac and astological bullshit but had the nerve to tell me i was wrong about mine (i was not so haha)

blames me for being the reason why lance is piloting red and allura for piloting blue

look, ollie, you fuck, do you think i knew what they were planning?? no??? I WAS JUST TRYING TO WRITE ANGST MY GUY

“I’ll wait for u bro” (i was going to the store)

always dramatic

hates antis but would probably be annoyed by the lack of drama if they didn’t exist

cares about inifity war and probably doesn't worry it will be a disaster, despite the fact that it has 20+ characters and stuff with 20+ characters interacting is always a hit or a miss

the saltiest potato chip

follows the politics of their government like some kind of fool who cares about the direction their country is going in (loser)

once claimed that i, a native english speaker, was speaking the language wrong

ollie

ollie, bro, this is literally the language i grew up with, what did u grow up with, polish, that's right, you fool, you know nothing about english and everything i say is automatically correct by virtue of me being native to this damn language so ha

defs gay for me

also a goddamn nerd

got excited because someone messaged them about jason todd out of the blue

i mean what kind of nerd

bigass nerd

hugeass nerd

the nerdiest of all the nerds

has comic books??? (the nerdiness just mass increases)

reblopped a post i made after it reached like 500 notes just to tell me in the tags that i was doing a good job

i mean

they literally stalk my notes and progress on posts

and i don't even udnerstand why??

are u waiting for me to get famous off a shitpost??

is ur goal here to be famous by association???

i feel like ur goal here is to be famous by association

why

they were made like the powerpuff girls but inside of chemical x, it was chemical NERDINESS

such a nerd

also got a huge dose of "cries about jason todd in the middle of the night" in the middle of their creation process

i once started to make a joke post about us but deleted it because i didn't feel it was accurate only for the post to actually come fricking true three days later

probably a meme

most likely wants to become famous by association

get on my level bro, look AT ALL UR PROBLEMS

their username is spacejasontodd, which implies shiro, but their icon has only ever been jason todd, damian wayne and lance in the eight to nine months that i've known them (petition "change ollie's icon to shiro from voltron so their damn username is accurate 2k17" is now in motion)

abandoned me, their husband who lives six hours behind them, to go to sleep. what kind of disloyalty? smh

[littlestudyblrblog]

your queue tag just made my day! you're just the cutest, jade🙈♡♡

omg someone noticed! it’s just a nerdy reference (if ur bothered to google it) bc I’m lame (but thank you, sheena! ♡) I’m testing it out for fun but probs gonna revert back to #q because it’s way too long!

[nerdieforpedro]

Let me tease you Angel

Chapter Three of Come away with me Angel

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Word Count: 2525

Summary: Moving in goes smoothly - sort of. Benny and Diana are pushing each other’s buttons until a joke becomes a promise that they’re both looking forward to keeping.

Warnings: Awkward conversations, Benny being a menace several times (not sorry), mild violence, one instance of sexual harassment, alcohol mention, the innuendo is strong, Diana is a menace too, mild sexual content, one hair pull, tossing a body (sounds worse than it is), Benny being possessive?

Notes: I finally had some inspo for Benny! 🤗 Now I’ll need some for chapter four 👀 You’ll need to help me out on this one.

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Moving Diana into Benny’s home didn’t take long at all, a couple hours. They ate pizza and laughed about the number of stuffed animals she had. The evening brought a complication that Diana didn’t plan on. She had been vaguely aware that Benny had three bedrooms, one of them had been turned into an office. Benny balked at her assertion that she couldn’t picture him sitting down long enough to be in an office. He put her bags with her clothes in the bedroom next to his. Diana insisted she could sleep in the office and that would be better. Benny scoffed and told her she was being ridiculous while he set the very box she was concerned about on her new bed in the guest room.

“What did you want for dinner? Pizza, wings or burgers?” He asks as Diana’s eyes dart from him to her last box.

“Pizza, coke, and garlic cheese sticks please.” She answers and sits down on the bed in front of the box. Maybe if she blocks it from his view she’ll feel slightly better about it. Not that he can see through a cardboard box anyway. Is she paranoid? Yes and for no reason because Benny is not one to judge. He’d likely be encouraging about it.

“Alright which movie do you wanna watch?” Benny follows her lead and plops down on the bed next to her.

“Which ones do you have?” She knows, she might be trying to annoy him into leaving. But this is Benjamin Miller, she’s playing a losing game.

“Depends on what you’re in the mood for Angel.” If they were playing a game, she would have lost at that moment. He’d just given her a response. Basic one at that but he did not need to wipe his forehead with his shirt then. Sure he was sweaty, but it makes it worse. And increases her awareness of what she’d be using the box behind her for.

“Hallmark movie.” Least sexy option please. Diana needs some semblance of sanity. Like she isn’t drooling over her friend who’s giving her a place to stay.

“Huh, didn’t expect that one. I’ll have to stream that one. You cool with me logging into your Amazon account?”

“Yeah that’s fine.” Finally, he’s standing up and walking out of the room. She might be able to calm down now. “And Benny, thanks. For everything. I-It means a lot.” He smiles and walks back in the room, scooping her up in a hug. Diana places her arms on his back and lays her head on her chest. She really is grateful, but this might be one of the best things she’s done and also one of the stupidest. It’s the first day and she feels like this. Maybe she just needed to get laid somewhere to to the edge off? But it’s still not Benny, her Benny. Not that he’s really hers.

“You know I’d do anything for ya Diana.” A lock of his hair fell out of his loose bun that he tied back to keep his vision clear while moving. Benny’s lips kissed her forehead and Diana sighed. “I’ll see you out in the living room for the movie sweet girl.” Her new tall muscular roommate left her standing in front of her bed. She watched as he walked out, observing the efforts of his daily workouts bouncing with each step that he took. Her eyes landed on her box which she promptly stuck under her bed and crossed her arms.

“It will have to be when he’s working out.” Her hand touched her forehead where his lips had been. “Did he have to give me a new nickname? Lord have mercy…”

Benjamin peeked around the corner at his dear friend and watched as she stored one box she seemed especially focused on. He had an inkling what might be in there if she was that protective over it. He’d give it a little time or try to. Benny can’t pounce on the woman yet.

Benny to his credit, tried to give it a month. He made it Fourteen days before it happened.

He didn’t want to rush her, just kept up with the movie nights fixed breakfast and had Diana help with dinner. Miller believes that he showed great restraint in not plopping his Angel on the counter and eating her for dinner instead.

Even when she just wore that simple off-white dress for a casual Friday at the end of the second week. They had finished breakfast and were cleaning up; Benny would take Diana’s work bag out to her car before going on a morning run.

She thanked him as always for making breakfast and being so sweet. He appreciates her calling him sweet, but he’d rather make her late for work and sweaty. Recently, Diana was giving Benny side hugs that he wasn’t a fan of, but this morning, he pulled her into a tight one at her open driver’s side door. Leaning his back against the car, the MMA fighter pulled her toward his chest, making sure she was flush with him. “No getting away from me today sweet girl. I’m getting a proper hug and send off from you today.” Hearing her giggle, he knew she wasn’t taking him seriously. She’d have something to think about today.

“Benny you’re such a goof. I need to leave or else I’ll be late.” She released a soft whine, it was unintentional by the look on her face. He meant his smirk. Benny kissed her cheek first before leaning into her ear. His large hands trailed down her spine and pressed her soft body into his further. He felt them, the small pebbles among her plush mounds.

“Not a goof Angel, more like a tease baby.” His lips touched the exposed skin of her shoulder, then her neck, making his words wet on her skin. “Diana you have no idea how badly I want to make you late. Hell, call out sick, but I know you’d be cross with me.” He pulled his head back to stand up and kiss her forehead before letting her go. Her hand found the ends of his sun-kissed brown hair and twirled them, biting down on her lips.

“Benjamin Miller. Go ahead on your run and I’ll be front and center for your match tonight.” Diana got in the car and put on her seatbelt quickly looking up at her dear friend. He’s already leaned over her window, so his face is nearly inside. Benny enjoys running shirtless since it’s summer and warm. Diana would never tell him what to wear or to put on more clothes. On one hand she’s puzzled that he’s choosing today, the day of his match to make a move. But she’s also pleased that she didn’t have to do it. She’d not great at making the initial move, but maybe she had been temping him a bit with all the shorts, casual dresses where she didn’t normally wear them and touching him during movie night and while cooking in the kitchen. Diana had been the one to joke that Benny should see her off, she was surprised that he did and seemed happy to do so.

“Win or lose tonight, Diana, I get to tease you when we get home. That alright?” Hitting the top of her car roof twice, he took a step back and that was her signal to drive off, but she didn’t yet.

“Benny Miller you are so much damn trouble.” Diana whistled and drove off, hoping that she might be able to dry out before she gets to work. He’s gotten her worked up and imagining how he might in fact tease her after his match. The thoughts followed her around the office the entire day and prompted her to slip on a deep violet body on dress that flared out at the bottom, she wore brick red lipstick and wore matching red heels. They would be hard to stand in during the match, but she wanted to look a bit different than what Benny has seen her in before. Unfortunately, she couldn’t get a a seat up front. Diana was able to grab a place three rows back.

Frankie, Pope and Will didn’t see her, it wasn’t like her to miss a match of his. They called her and she answered but it was too loud ringside, so she texted them.

Diana: Hey, I’m here. I wasn’t able to get a seat closer. I’m a few rows back. Are there any open seats near you guys?

Frankie: Sorry no. But you’re okay though right? Some of the guys here can be rowdy when drunk.

Diana: I’ll be fine. I’m just mad I can’t see what’s going on. How is Benny doing?

Will: He’s taken some hits but getting some licks in. You sure you’re all right. One of us can come grab you.

Pope: We’ll dare some asshole to say something.

Diana: Ya’ll are sweet but I’m ok. Just keep me updated on the match.

Diana didn’t want them to worry about her she was okay for now. She was able to hear the announcements for the start and end of each round and her phone kept going off with updates. A man next to her finished his latest beer and and tapped her on the shoulder, “Doll, you got fries to go with that shake? I’ve seen you ‘round. Red trunks is winning but he’ll be no good to you tonight, but I will.” Shrugging his touch off, she shook her head and stepped back, bumping the woman next to her by mistake. The woman stared at Diana, and she apologized to her, whispering, “Are you alright? He isn’t nothing you, is he?” Diana was about to speak but the drunkard spoke first, “Ain’t none of your business. Stay out of it. I’m talkin’ to her.”

There was a loud roar from the crowd and a flourish of activity started. Diana’s phone went off with yelling emojis, balloons and yelling. Benny had won! She was sorry to have not been able to see him win. “There will be next time.” Muttering to herself, she went to move toward the ring since people were heading to the back but a sweaty hand grabbed her forearm.

“Now hold ur horses doll. We didn’t finish talking.” Diana pulls her arm down and gets out of his grip easily but stumbles, her feet partially numb from wearing the heels all night.

“Keep the hell off of me asshole.” Diana cursed and continued toward Benny and the crew. The man followed her and all the fighter saw was a man keeping after his Diana. Benny rose from leaning against the side of the ring and hit the man square in the nose, breaking it. Will and the others were barely able keep the man from hitting the concrete floor, concerned it might be another injury.

“Diana! Angel are you alright? What the fuck was that?” The younger Miller demanded to know, he had a blood lip and a bruised abdomen with cuts on his hands and despite the pain of moving so much, he pulled Diana’s soft body against his and she felt right in his arms.

“I’m fine Benny. You won right? I wasn’t able to see most of it. I was in the third row back. Congratulations!” Tipping on her toes, her lips connected with his briefly before she rocked back. The smile on her face was bright, she was proud of him. Benny always trained so hard for his matches and in between. He had results and another win, the widened eyes he had on his face did not mask the surprise of his expression.

“I see you’re the one teasing the hell out of me Di. I see why he was following you. I’m going to hold a handful of you on the way home. Be right back.” Benny kisses her cheek before making a quick trip to the locker room to get his stuff and head home. Upon his return, he noted her hand on her hips, “Now before you say anything about your car, I’ll take you to work tomorrow and get your car back home. See you later gentlemen!” Diana mutters how much trouble Benny continues to be as they leave, and the rest of guys are wondering when the shift in their relationship happened. Will suggested things may have changed since Diana’s staying with Benny. Frankie and Pope nodded and figured it would be a matter of time given that information. The guys wonder if things will be alright and they collectively decide to stay out of it.

Opening the door for her while still shirtless and tossing his gym bag in the back seat of his jeep, Benny gives Diana a hand with stepping up into the vehicle. He clicks the seat belt for her and rests his head, on her thigh, “Wore this dress for me did you Angel?” A finger pokes her ankle and runs up her calf. Cupping his large hand around it so the meat of her leg is in his palm, he squeezes, then shakes it a little.

“I did Benjamin. You’re not the only one who’s trouble. Let’s go home. Not here.” Diana kisses the dirty blonde strands on the back of his head, her own fingers at the back of his neck. Benny hums with her motions and he makes no effort to move.

“Don’t I know it Diana? You’re going to let me tease you all night? I might not drive you into work on account of you being too pleasantly sore.” Standing up straight, his face is just above her breasts, with his trademark sheepish grin, he kisses the top of each one. Her hand pulls him close before she realizes what she’s doing and then tugs back by his hair.

“I said not here Benny.”

“Need to show them why they shouldn’t touch you. Shouldn’t even think about it. Dumb bastards.” A small graze of her neck with a stern look to some of the guys from the match who were watching their display Miller turned to get in the jeep to drive them home.

Diana wasn’t one for such public displays but she would admit that Benny being territorial with her, showing people that she’s his. She’d make fun of others who found is sexy but now she understands the appeal.

The ride home found Diana parting her legs enough so Benny could reach between them and feel her soaked fabric. The whine she released nearly made him miss a stop sign. “Damn sweetheart. We’re getting to a bed maybe just the couch. I need you on your back so I can spread you and see for myself.” Benny was able to get the jeep in the driveway, hopping out and u locking the front door. Diana had only gotten her seatbelt off before Benny threw her over his shoulder and took her inside the house – he did place her gently on the couch before slamming and kicking the front door.

Peeps who would be fine with Benny tossing the on the couch 🛋️: @rhoorl @musings-of-a-rose @laurfilijames @yorksgirl @guelyury

@gwendibleywrites @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @tinytinymenace

Chapter Two Chapter Four

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Remind me to just schedule or hit post now because my queue is fully booked until March 15th 2025. 👀 I believe I may have abused the queue 😟

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Continuing to work through my drafts to reblog and queue things because the number got to 250 and it made me mad. 😡

[dirtmunch]

lemme just say though the bar/clubs scene in the college town fo manhattan ansas was utterly foul theres no way to concisely describe this. YOu go to te club at like 10, and its still dead. When it does fill up whos there? hoards and HOARDSSS of white ppl. like i was so aghast and had a ton of american culture shock because ive never really ever been in an area with such white homogeneity. blonde girls w center parts, white tube tobs and baggy acid wash jeans. white boys in solid tshirts, snapbacks, and shorts UNVARIABLY. I feel very blessed to have been around such diversity that this was not the norm for me in retrospect. We walk in as emo art hoes, all black, jewlery, alt, Latinos and Asians etc (attending an art conference at the university) and its hard staring. not to be not liek other girls but literally was like this:

anyways we r there to have fun and dance and obviously none of us give a fuck abt that the crackers think, so thats what we do. the dancefloor is dead at every bar we go, and we are the first only ones busting it down. If there is nary a whitey on the dance floor they are doing some insanely horrid dancing or just STANDING there in the middle taking up space. like the white poeple cant dance sterotype to the nth degree like holy shit. back arched up twerking thats just bouncing on the tippy toes w no hip movement, dudes just shaking their arms back and fourth, just jumping up and down undulating. When one of our group got up anddanced cuz a song we liked came on, these white girls would get scared off and SCUTTLE off stage, it was baffling. Quite literally running circles around the Beckys, Beat it came on and one of our group knew the whole damn choreo, went on the stage where 3 white girls were just standing there, ran a lap around them, and stole the whole show dancing and the girls shyly scuttled off. ive never experienced goign to a club, beign the first ones dancign and feeling ourselves and the rest fo the bar getting SHYER instead of drawign them in to dance themselves.

Music choice was also just rancid, heard the CHA CHA FUCKIGN SLIDE, cupid shuffle, mutliple times a NIGHT, at every bar NO exaggeration. holy fuck. If not that it was some nerdy white boy in glasses playign a shit spotify playlist. why are you playing sweet carloine at the club at midnight on a saturday? none of these losers took requests from the baddest bitches there who wanted nothing more to dance, shake ass, and make their club actually look fucking ALIVE, bc none of them could dj. Hard stops in between songs, no transitions, no improvisation, no nothing. hey? if ur a dj and you cant improvise and add a song into queue? you are a shitty fuckign dj and need to not be working at bars and clubs. IF THE ONYL BITCHES IN YOUR SHIT BAR THAT ARE SHAKING ASS REQUEST A SONG, HEY MAYBE PLAY IT??? No bangers, no ass shaking music, no girlie pop to get the girlies dancing. WHEN I GO TO THE CLUB I WANT TO HEAR THOSE MOTHERFUCKIGN CLUB CLASSICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!instead what we got is white frat boy's taste int rap music bc ofc its white frat boys DJing.

anyways that was my experience with the whitest, lamest bar scene ive ever had the displeasure of witnessing. We had fun tho!

Partay in kansas

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Weekend update 05/05/2024

Hello! It’s been awhile since Nerdie has done one of these. 👀

Yes it has! Why have you only been lurking and popping up with random things?

Well, my smut fairy is playing hide and seek. Has been more hidden as of late. Inspiration has led to different fics than I planned on. And I’ve queued so many posts that my current queue is posting things up until June 5th. 😂

How does one even queue that many things? And what do you mean the smut fairy has been playing hide and seek? We read that Frankie series! And that Dieter update! Nerdie, stop trying to be coy, it doesn’t suit you dear.

I’m not sure how to respond to that. And yeah both of those had smut but it was….I did say the fairy was playing hide and seek. I did not say they were hidden the entire time. 🫣

Details, details. You also changed the title graphic color, why?

Stories are made by their details. Wise advice said by…some smart person somewhere. It reminds Nerdie of a bahama mama. It’s a drink that she enjoys like a pirate. Yohoho! 🏴‍☠️(I’m very sorry. 😣)

Anyway, thank you to the following lovely people who sent me beautiful person asks and who reached out when I was not doing so hot. I know better than to argue with any of you:

@rhoorl @yourcoolauntie @grogusmum @avastrasposts @megamindsecretlair

@westside-rot @laurfilijames @inept-the-magnificent @bitchwitch1981 @secretelephanttattoo

@angelofsmalldeath-codeine @connectioneverywhere @604to647 @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @morallyinept

@yorksgirl @sweetercalypso @schnarfer @soft-persephone @maggiemayhemnj

@magpiepills @paulmescal-s @lotusbxtch @wannab-urs

As for Nerdie’s fic recommendations, they are here! She’s keeping track of them and is going to put the whole list out at the end of the month because, promoting fics is fun and means she can type more randomness. 😆

1. Torment Part 1 Fear by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x fem OC)

2. Tempered by the Fire by @ladamedusoif (Din Djarin x f reader)

3. Talk Dirty to Me by @morallyinept (Marcus Pike x fem reader)

4. Nightingale by @rosecentaur1916 (Miguel O’Hara x plus size fem reader)

5. Daffodil by @starstruckunknown-princess (Javi G. X reader)

6. Into the Deep End by @magpiepills (Joel Miller: the hole filler x AFAB reader)

7. your favorite kryptonite by @kedsandtubesocks (Comic Bookstore Owner!Dieter Bravo x F!Reader)

8. Kings & Queens by @joels-shitty-puns (Joel Miller x reader)

9. Insatiable by @lowlights (Pero Tovar x fem reader)

10. Top Me, I deserve it by @for-a-longlongtime (Santiago Garcia x Francisco Morales)

11. Fifteen Minutes by @whocaresstillthelouvre (Din Djarin x fem reader)

12. Raining in Baltimore by @schnarfer (Marcus Pike x f reader)

Nerdie did post a bit this week. She’s mainly been posting on AO3 since it takes less time and she can slap things up there with reckless abandon (and sufficient tags).

Part VIII of Only Parts of you Mr. Morales (Frankie Morales) *completed*

The Intended determines their Meaning (Javier Gutierrez)

Sure inside, but will you stay for more after we’re done? Chapter 5 of Weddings 101 with Dieter (Dieter Bravo)

Lastly there are a few ongoing challenges and fun things. Make sure to read individual challenge rules and fun things.

1. Help Wanted: Summer Reading with @strang3lov3 They’re asking for self-recs, recs of fics that have stuck with you, fics that you think others should read. Send them your Pedro boy goods. The best kind of summer reading.

2. Jett’s Flora and Fauna Challenge by @morallyinept It’s the incomparable Jett! Making her own challenge to being your fics, art, Moodboards or all any combinations. It just has to have a Pedro character and flowers. Any length (because we like all kinds here) and can be as many submissions as you want.

3. Jamie’s Ocean Challenge by @mermaidgirl30 Pedro characters, the ocean, fun, fics and moodboards mixed together for this one. Again any length (all are welcome and enjoyed), must have a Pedro character and the ocean in your fic or Moodboard.

4. @pedroscouts The Pedro Scouts have descended upon us to give us badges (gotta collect ‘em all), fun tasks and general tomfoolery to make Tumblr fun! Make sure to read through the rules if you’d like to join.

5. May Drabble Challenge courtesy of the @dieterbravobrainrotclub It features our favorite Kit Kat lover Dieter Bravo and aliens 👽 with a meet-cute. 👀 Not weird enough for you? Then write it extra strange.

So that’s about it. There was a lot of ground to cover but we got it done. Nerdie is going to go see a man about a goat 🐐 and also another guy about some teasing or edging? Maybe it counts as edging. Nerdie is 🫤 unsure. She’s only wrote like one of these before. 😆 She also has to look for boots, maybe she’s gonna go to her second concert 🎵

Stay safe and hydrated everyone!

Love Nerdie! ❤️ ❤️❤️