#taking some deep breaths and focusing on my cat in my lap for a minute

[paperstorm]

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[wonyoirry]

YJW x BMW

tags: smut with plot, based on bmw by because, leslie. unprotected sex. breeding. car sex. cursing.

pairing: dom!won x sub!fem

note/s: this is author's first story, please bare with me for improvements :)

its around 11pm, all you can hear is your boyfriend accelerating over 60kph under the headlights of the highway. he was pissed since the celebration of his work you're supposed to attend to got cancelled 30 minutes before its beginning. but that wasn't the point, right now, his left hand is firmly wrapped around the steering wheel while the other, in between your thighs, 2 fingers thrusting inside of you under your black silked dress making you grip on the door handle, with every thrust each second, you become closer to your climax, jungwon feels you tighten up around his fingers. he smiled a bit at this, keeping his eyes on the road.

"awe, babe.. you're close already..? that fast..?" he teased you which made you whimper a bit louder as he stepped again at the pedal. "i'm just using my hands and you're ready to make a mess? do you think you can handle my dick?" he snickered, thrusting his fingers faster, making you throw your head back at the seat in pleasure, so close to the edge. "i-i'm comin-" you said but cutted off by your boyfriend, quickly pulling his fingers out, your words exchanged with an annoyed moan.

"too bad~" he chuckled as he licked your juices of his hand and placed it on your thigh, squeezing a little. you were left dumbfounded by the unexpected pullout and just sat there breathing heavily, squeezing your thighs together. "but why..?" you said slightly annoyed that he didn't let you finish. "just wait 'till i pullover, i won't let you finish unless its around my dick." he said, his dick twitching underneath his pants as he gripped both of his hands around the steering wheel, focusing on the road, eager and determined to just be inside you.

his eyes weren't shaped like the soft-doe eyes you were used to, it was exchanged with sharp-cat eyes filled with lust and hunger, as if he's already imagining himself on top of you. he pulled over as soon as he found a dim street, it was kinda foggy, your windows where tinted black from the outside. he quickly removed his seatbelts looking at you. "backseat, now." he commanded as you also took your seatbelts off as he walked out of the car getting to the backseat. as soon as you got at the backseat, he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. it felt like he needed this for years. he pulled away and brought you into his lap, mumbling. "babe, you have no idea how bad that dress on you made me feel. thank god that event was cancelled." he said between the kiss and pulled you closer to his lap, he continued to kiss you again. after a few minutes of kissing, he pinned you down at the carseat underneath him, still kissing you, his hands exploring your curves.

he then pulled away, out of breath. "i can't take it anymore.." he said, unbuckling his belt then unzipping his pants, making your ears tingle. you're already losing your mind at the sight of him on top of you. he quickly pulled his pants off and left some love marks at your neck while holding the hem of your underwear, slowly removing it. you throwed your head back so he can have better access at your neck, his fingers rubbing your clit again, making you moan so much at the amount of pleasure your getting. his freehand starts to undress his boxers, you can already feel his hard bulge over your thigh. "s-so hard.." you muttered which made him chuckle.

"no shit babe. you're the only one who can make me feel like this." he said as he pulled away from your neck, your bottoms exposed. "you ready?" he asked as he looked down at you, holding your waist while caressing it gently. you just nodded and he started to align himself at your clit, the visible precum showing at his red tip, you felt too horny from your sight. he pecked a final kiss at your lips along his dick inserting slowly deep inside you, making you gasp and moan at the feeling. "a-ah.. so warm inside.." he mumbled, this was cute. you smiled a bit and held his hand. he looked down at you, as he held your cheek with his freehand. "i'll start moving now babe.." he said and he started to thrust slowly, adjusting the pace. you gripped into his hands a bit tighter as you let out moans. as soon as he managed to adjust inside you, he thrusted deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot/s again and again.

you closed your eyes as your head is throwed back at the seat and you tried to cover your face. "b-babe, look at me. don't stop looking at me. don't you dare keep your eyes away from me.." he said as he quickly removed and pinned your arms at the seat inbetween the thrusts and moans. you gulped and looked at him at his sudden words and actions, it was sooo hot for him to say that. he let out a groan as he started to thrust faster and harder. "mine, mine, mine, mine.." he mumbled inbetween, his hands started to squeeze both of your thighs, putting it beside his hips. you're losing your mind at this point, feeling like you're about to reach the edge, again. his sweat dripping off to your skin, you just love hearing him moan like this, it just proves that you and you only can make him sound like this. "don't stop please.. jungwon, baby.. please don't stop. i don't care if you go rough or slow at me, just please don't stop.." you struggled to say as moans just keep coming out. jungwon let out a loud moan as he heard this. "oh god, oh god, oh my god.. fuck.." he says as he squints his eyes, thrusting into you faster and harder as he started to get impatient that he's not cumming yet as your juices drip at the car seat. moans and the slapping noises of your flesh filling the car, moist of the windows dripping from the outside. you let out a loud moan a signal you're about to finish. "ah wait wait" you muttered loudly while your back arched as jungwon kept letting out whimpers still thrusting.

letting out deep breaths and small whimpers, he watched your pussy drip because of his hot load filling you up. "ah.. mmph, so good.." he mumbled as he planted a kiss on your cheek and pulled his dick out, letting out a soft moan. you we're still breathing heavily and tried to reach jungwon to kiss him. "w-wonie.. kiss me please.." you said which made him chuckle a little and leaned closer to make out with your lips again. he pulled away and reach out some tissue at the front seat then pulled you to his lap. "i love u so much babe, c'mon let me clean you up..~"

[the-iceni-bitch]

Lap Dance

Birthday Domme Week: Day 1

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP ninja and puppy)

Words: ~1.4K

Summary: Ransom wants to start your birthday week out with a bang.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (lingerie kink, m receiving oral sex, brief daddy kink), subby but also kinda bratty Ransom, marijuana use, mentions of past sex work, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I would literally cut off my arm if it would mean I could physically manifest this man for myself, Jesus Christ 🥴

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You groaned when you walked in the front door, thankful your team had finally forced you to go home after dealing with that asshole caterer all day. All you wanted was some weed and maybe some Korean barbecue after the shit show.

So when you spotted the massive joint Ransom had left for you on the coffee table in front of your favorite chair with a note to just sit back and relax, you were in heaven. It was the good weed, too, damn this boy spoiled you.

“Ran?” You lit up and sat back with a sigh, taking a deep pull and undoing your cuffs as you looked around for him. “Baby where are you? Should we order some food?”

“In a bit!” You unbuttoned your blouse down to your navel and thought about undoing your garters when he shouted at you from the hall. “I’ve got a surprise for you first.”

“What kind of surprise?” You spread all the way out as you took another deep toke, sagging into the chair and sighing.

He didn’t answer you, the sounds of The Weeknd filling your living room and making you look towards where he should be walking out with a small frown. You almost dropped the joint when he strutted out wearing nothing but a button up shirt and what you were pretty sure was your fucking favorite black lace set, the way his body was moving languid and so fucking sexy you could already feel slick starting to pool warm between your legs as you throbbed.

“Happy birthday week, Daddy.”

“Um… what?” You didn’t think he’d ever surprised you this much, you could barely think while he prowled towards you like a damn cat. “Ran… what?”

“I said happy birthday.” He stopped in front of you and leaned his hands on your shoulders, giving a lewd roll of his hips that made you growl until he was grinning at you. “Surprised?”

“Uh-huh.” You groaned when he knelt between your legs and dragged the front of his body against yours until he was brushing his nose over your throat. “Christ, where did you learn to dance like this?”

“Not important.” He turned around and rocked his body against yours again before bending forward and jiggling his ass in your face, chuckling when you gave him a good smack and told him to spill it. “Fine, I danced for a year after grad school.”

“Ok.” You were still having trouble focusing on what words you wanted to come out of your mouth, especially when he slowly peeled the shirt off and revealed he was wearing a fucking bralette in addition to the garters and thong. And the way he was moving, all those fluid, sensual rolls and dips that really highlighted just how well built he was, not at all like the typical crotch jackhammering you had seen from most male strippers. “Where did you dance?”

“Oh my god, would you just enjoy yourself?” He grinned at you when he turned again and spread himself over your lap, shoving his chest in your face and shimmying a little to hopefully get you to shut up. “I’ll answer this one but that’s it! Slaughter’s.”

“The gay bar?!” This was a lot of information to process in just a couple of minutes, even though you could feel yourself getting wetter as he ground his hips into yours. “Can you pole dance?”

“Ok, that’s enough.” He ducked close like he was going to kiss you and cupped your jaw with one hand, stilling at the last second until your breath was barely mingling while he reached behind him to undo the bralette.

“But…”

“Nope.” He gave a rich laugh when you narrowed your eyes at him stuffing the bralette between your lips, your annoyed expression only lasting for a minute until he stood up and hooked a knee over your shoulder. “Just relax.”

You were trying, but the weed combined with the way his body was rolling across your vision was making you all kinds of worked up. Plus you could see his pretty cock leaking all over him through the sheer lace of the panties right in front of your face, how the fuck were you supposed to relax?

“Ay, watch your hands!” He swatted you off when you tried to grab his hips, tutting at your whine and tucking his fingers under your chin while you pouted at him.

“But it’s my birthday.” You spat the bralette out and threw it away, grabbing the back of the couch to try to contain yourself when he ground into your lap again. “Puppy…”

“Beg as much as you want, but no touching until the song’s over.” He winked at you then rolled all the way back, rocking his hips a few times before straightening back up with a snap of his waist and purring when he licked at your throat teasingly.

“Fucking brat.” You huffed when he nipped at your jaw before leaning back and running his hands over his torso teasingly, fighting the urge to bend forward and bite him right in the tit.

He just kept giving you that crooked smile while he leaned back with his hands on your knees, his hips swaying to the rhythm and barely teasing over your lap while you bit your lip and whined. If you couldn’t touch him you could at least get him as worked up as you were.

“You look so goddamn pretty, baby.” You ran your tongue over your bottom lip and batted your eyelashes at him, ignoring his warning glance and shifting your hips under him slowly. “Fucking spoiling me with this shit. Love watching you work this perfect body.”

“I know you do.” Ransom was trying his best to keep his upper hand, but damn if you didn’t know just how to exploit his praise kink. “Love showing off for you.”

“Course you do baby, you’re so good at it.” You let out a deep hum and had to suppress a giggle when a flush started to creep up his chest and he started to press his cock into your lap. “You getting all worked up, puppy? You all wet?”

“You… fuck.” He stood up when you ground your body into his again, frowning at you slightly when he rolled his hips right in your face. “Yeah, I’m fucking wet, look at it.”

“Mm, I see, poor puppy.” You gave him a teasing pout before grabbing his hips without warning and wrapping your lips round his tip through the panties while he let out a hiss. “Gonna help you out.”

“Ah… shit.” He groaned when you smacked his ass hard when he tried to pull back, resting his hand on your head and rocking his hips into your face when you licked slowly over his cock before sucking on his mushroom head again. “I dunno what I expected.”

You just shrugged and sucked harder, your tongue tracing over his slit while you kneaded the firm meat of his ass and hummed. Ransom threw back his head and whined when you grabbed his balls and rolled them through your hand, his hips stuttering as he felt pleasure gathering low in his core.

“C’mon puppy, it’s my birthday.” You cooed as you rubbed your face all over his bulge, tugging on the soaked fabric with your teeth and letting it snap back into place when he moaned. “Give it to me.”

Ransom let out a sharp cry when you sealed your lips around his tip one last time, his knees buckling as you sucked him dry through the thin lace of his panties. He practically collapsed into your lap when you released him with a pop, burying his face in your neck and panting heavily as you ran your hands over his back.

“Could’ve let me finish.” He huffed when you grabbed another joint and lit up, resting his forehead against yours and parting his lips so you could shotgun him.

“I’m sorry, pup, you’re too yummy for your own good.” You bit his lip softy before taking another pull, blowing the smoke into his mouth as he pressed himself closer to you and purred. “Well if you can stand you can finish, wanna make sure I get the full effect of my first birthday present.”

[damiano-mylove]

Movie Night

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader

Wc: 2.6k (sorry)

Cw(s): SMUT, bit of angst, swearing ofc, long for some reason, begging, not proof read

*Masterlist*

Work is a healthy habit to get into - to a certain extent. If you work to avoid your problems, that's not particularly one of the most healthy things to do. The only problem working can fix is if you're poor, but really minimum wage doesn't fix that either.

But your Damiano wasn't poor, he wasn't being paid minimum wage. You knew how much he loved working on music with his friends, but he was barely home and you missed him. Being without Damiano almost felt like being without your left arm - especially since it had been so abrupt, going from him spending a few hours writing, to spending almost a full day in the studio.

Tonight was supposed to be movie night. That Damiano had suggested. To make up for lost time.

So, you found yourself, alone, on your velvet red couch, watching Alice in Wonderland, with your cat on your lap. His purrs filled whatever wavelengths were left empty by the film, but you didn't mind that at all. Your fingers found their way into his incredibly soft fur, which felt like silk between those fingers of yours.

The clock soon struck midnight, and the film hit the end credits soon after. Damiano was still not home from the studio, which almost worried you. Almost. In the earlier days of him spending all of his time at Vic's for writing or in the studio, you had thought he'd run off with someone else. You woke up the next morning with him next to you, but that never really put that specific worry to rest.

"Romeo, Baby," you whispered to the silver tabby cat on your lap. He flicked his tail to let you know he heard you. "Dad's not home yet and I'm tired, we gotta go to bed. C'mon." Romeo only lifted his head to lay his grass green eyes on you once you stopped scratching his neck. You smiled to him, though his eyes didn't return it. "You've got half a minute before I move your furry tush."

To no one's surprise, Romeo took more than half a minute so you picked him up like a baby over your shoulder. Your palm cradled his soft feet. Like the lazy cat he was, Romeo fell back asleep on your shoulder on your short walk to your bedroom that you shared with the one and only, Damiano. He used to be a god to you, but now he was basically a roommate who you shared a kiss with every once in a while.

With Romeo asleep on the bed before you finished putting on pyjamas, you slunk off to brush your teeth. The door unlocked. Your heavy eyes cast unto the clock on the wall which read nearly half midnight.

Damiano came in like a whisper in the wind, save for the closet opening so he could deposit his coat. Shaking you head, you just finished brushing your teeth. Your mouth felt dry even though you'd just rinsed it with water.

"Cara mia," Damiano purred once his eyes caught your figure in the lamp light from the bedroom. You smiled at him and went into the bedroom to curl up with your cat and go to sleep. You had work in the morning and customers didn't appreciate workers who look like sleep-deprived zombies.

This was the first time in a long time that you didn't immediately greet him once he came through the door. So Damiano could sense a shift in the mood of the flat; really, he felt it as soon as he walked in and smelt chocolate and strong tea.

His footsteps never gave away where he was, but you could feel his presence enter the room. The bed dipped on the end just as Romeo curled further into you. When Damiano's hand held your ankle, Romeo let out a soft meow.

"What's wrong, Amore?"

"Did you forget or did you do it on purpose?" You immediately sat up as you asked the question. You were tired and to act like it was fine just wasn't in the cards tonight. Damiano's eyebrows drew together. You began to nod. "Movie night? You said you'd come home early to watch a film with us."

Damiano's face darkened in realization. You pursed your lip balm coated lips. Even Romeo could sense the tension and decided to stand up and sit square on your thighs, facing your boyfriend as if to protect you. Damiano looked to his hands which rested in his lap.

After a second, he said, "I-I thought that was tomorrow."

"Tonight was Tuesday night, now it's Wednesday morning," you muttered. Your fingers found the reassuring warmth of Romeo's fur once again and Romeo let out a rather sad sounding meow. "Oh, Romeo, don't worry. Dad just has to tell us he's sorry then we can sleep."

Both you and your cat looked to your boyfriend with tired but expectant eyes. Damiano's eyes never tore from his hands. Then it was like he was speaking to himself. "I was going to buy you flowers. And let you pick the film. And you were supposed to fall asleep on my shoulder, on the couch."

"It's okay, Dami, it's just a movie night," you told him. But your conscience caught you before you continued. Why the fuck were you reassuring him when he was the one who fucked up? Tell you that he'll be home in time for a sort of date night, then skip out. "We'll do it another night, it's all good."

"It's not all good, Y/n." One thing you could agree on tonight, though you'd never say that out loud. Finally, Damiano lifted his eyes from his soft hands. You noticed his eyes shimmer in the lamplight. "I really fucked up your night and for no good reason. I'm really sorry."

Leaning forward, you patted his arm. "Forgiven. We're adults and life gets in the way of romance."

"Not always, and not for us. I'm supposed to be the best boyfriend in the world but I've barely been a boyfriend to you at all lately, and I apologize." His words were stringing together faster in faster as he kept trying to keep his tears at bay. "It's just with the new album and everything, I'm finding out how shitty I am at balancing my life." Damiano came closer to you, holding your hand that once held his arm. "How can I make it up to you, Y/n? You're the love of my life and I don't want us to fizzle out."

For some reason, a little chuckle escaped your lips. His passion for you warmed your heart as you caught a glimpse of how you first had your heart captured by the man sitting before you. The light glittered in your eyes, for Damiano and Damiano alone. "We're not going to fizzle out over one missed movie night."

"Yes, but I've missed many of our nights, whether we made plans for them or not," Damiano rebutted. Your lips pressed together in a flat line. There was a certain ounce of truth to that statement. Damiano pressed a kiss to the back of your hand without maintaining eye contact. "Cara mia, nights are for the lovers, and I seem to have forgotten that."

His warm breath tickled the back of your hand just before his pressed more kisses to the back of your hand, then wrist, then fingers.

Sensing the warming room, Romeo left your lap. He threw you a final glance, seeming like he was making sure you didn't need him in the room to which you slightly nodded at the tabby. Romeo turned on his paws and left the room - leaving two starry-eyed partners who were still most ardently in love.

Without another word, you joined your lips with Damiano's. It had been a long while since a kiss such as this one had occurred. In the place of the usual passing kisses, this one made the love shared prominent. This kiss felt as if your Damiano was once again yours and totally yours; not as if he ever wasn't, but this was a much needed reminder of that.

Holding your face in his large hands, Damiano deepened the kiss by turning his head ever-so slightly. His tongue slid into your mouth with a passionate fervour. There was no battle for dominance, but a mutual exploration of each other's mouths.

Damiano tenderly laid you down against the pillows on your side of the bed, though his lips parted from yours which was an unhappy fate. "Do you want to go further, Cara mia? I know this doesn't equal forgiveness."

"I've never wanted anything more, Dami, my sweetest love," you promised him. Damiano smiled at your admission. He began to place gentle, loving kisses to your neck. "Only if you want to."

"Oh, trust me." Damiano nipped your collarbone, resulting in a yelp from you. You could feel his smirk against your warming skin. "I want to."

Damiano's bites roamed the skin of your chest that your tank top allowed, before you sat up to take it off. Your fingers found Damiano's soft hair as he left sloppy, wet kissed all over your now exposed chest. A bitten back moan escaped your mouth just as his tongue began to circle the tender skin of your nipple, making your back arch into the man above you.

This was an admission of your pleasure, so Damiano's mouth fully encircled your nipple as his hand that once caressed your hip, now cupped your other breast. His warm palm massaged you firmly, having Damiano's name fall from your lips. It had been a while since he'd touched you like this, with such care and attention. Every fiber of Damiano's being was now focused on making his love for you known.

When his warm mouth left your breast to be exposed to the chill of the room, his teeth grazed your sensitive nipple, having goosebumps multiply on your skin at a sky high rate. His mouth then was turned to your other breast as his other hand twisted and pinched the exposed nipple.

Your hands began trying to get his deep red shirt off, to bring his warmth to you. But before Damiano would let you have what you wanted most, he bit the sweet spot beneath your boob, no doubt leaving a mark that would be apparent the next day.

As Damiano leaned up to pull his shirt over his head, you nearly melted underneath him. His hair was already beginning to become delightfully fucked up and the look in his eye was absolutely dark. The look he gave you before joining your lips once again was full of love, accompanied by lust and desire. Damiano slid off his tight leather trousers while he was at it, allowing you to palm him through his briefs.

The kiss shared was now hungry and feverish. The nails of the unoccupied hand scratched down his back, resulting Damiano bucking his hips into your hand. You removed it, which finally gave you the glorious friction that you so completely craved. Damiano no doubt sensed this as he grabbed the back of your thigh as he continued to grind right into the thin layer that separated you both.

"Damiano, please," you nearly cried. The chuckle that came from Damiano was low and only made your panties become even more wet.

"Please what?"

"You know what I mean." He was killing you. Once the words left your lips, Damiano ground his hips into you again. "Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Please."

"See, was that so hard, Amore?" Damiano purred as he lowered the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. He threw them somewhere in the room before pressing his index finger against your clit. You tried to pull him in for a kiss, but Damiano resisted. "Ah, ah, I want to see just how much I effect you."

"You're the fucking-wow-devil himself."

Damiano's laugh bordered upon an evil one. "You love me."

"I love you, I love you so fucking much," you moaned. Damiano smiled as he lowered your grey panties. Those were discarded somewhere along with your pyjama bottoms, but you couldn't give half a fuck because Damiano's perfectly manicured finger found it's way inside of you. You bucked against his hand, making Damiano laugh.

His finger drew circles inside of you while his thumb still played with your clit. God, Damiano was so much better than your own fingers. Without a warning, another finger was added, making a sort of porn-esque moan leave you. Damiano groaned at the sound as well as the sight in front of him. Even his dreams of you weren't as good as this.

It wasn't as if he could help himself from leaning down once again and attaching his mouth to your erect nipple. Your eyes crossed at three parts of your body were on fire with immense pleasure. The flames of rapture enveloped most of your body, even your soul.

"I'm-m-m gonna cum," you cried out. Damiano smiled against your breast as his fingers began going faster. "No, no, let me cum on your cock." Damiano looked up at you with a bit of surprise. You'd never said something like that without prompt.

The needy look that painted your face was all Damiano had to see before he complied. His briefs were off in the blink of an eye and he began to pump himself just to prepare. Your legs were spread wide as you could already feel yourself drip onto the sheets below which made Damiano groan with barred teeth.

He lined himself up with your entrance and gave you one final questioning look. You nodded adamantly before he pushed himself through your folds.

Truly, you could feel your soul ascend as you remembered just how big he was. You big your lip so hard you nearly broke skin while Damiano hissed an intake of breath. He came down to your lips to taste your minty mouth just as his hips began rocking into you, first at a slow pace, then began to get closer.

Damiano's hips snapped into yours quickly, and the sound of smacking skin filled the room, along with the scent of sex and sweat. The combination of both of your moans filled each other's mouths. The bedroom was incredibly hot but somehow you were in a cold sweat, save for where your body joined with Damiano's in sweet harmony.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're so fucking tight," Damiano huffed. You clenched around his cock, only making Damiano cry out with pleasure. Your nails drew down his back, clinging him closer and closer to you with every thrust against your g-spot. Tears brimmed your eyes as a knot formed in the lower part of your stomach.

"Soon, I'm cumming soon."

"Cum on my cock, Baby, just like you want."

You could tell his thrusts were getting sloppy because he was closing in on his release as well. But you couldn't help but cum first as the knot suddenly exploded within you.

Your walls spasmed against Damiano as your release washed over you. Your legs tingled and your toes went a bit numb. Damiano then hit in you a few more times before his own seed seeped into you. It was warm and you felt incredibly full as Damiano stayed within you for an extra few seconds, before falling next to you.

"I know you said this wouldn't equal forgiveness but I'm feeling very forgiving," you sighed. Damiano chuckled and looked over at you. Your skin glowed in orgasmic radiance and your hair was completely fucked out. Damiano's heart swelled at the sight and he couldn't help but kiss you again.

He cleaned you both up after, with a warm wash cloth, and got you new pyjamas. Romeo reentered the room once the sex smell was gone and you were in Damiano's arms once again. Your cat curled between both of you in the dead of night, like the beginnings of a family.

Damiano came home Wednesday afternoon with a massive bouquet that must have cost a pretty pence, a box of Belgian chocolate and a bag of cat treats. It seemed a movie night was in order.

[chibi-chanforever]

𝙰 𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚢

Pairings: Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi

Warnings: Hardcore Smut and triggering themes please read at your own discretion. This is just a work of fiction and is not encouraged in anyway whatsoever. 

themes: Non-con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Gunplay, Orgasm control/denial, Edging, Cuffs, , Creampie, Cunnilingus, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Blowjob, Threesome, Face Fucking, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Stalking and Yandere.

A/n: Heyaaa so basically this is in collaboration with the Church of Meian theme of May-mafia/Mayfia. Its my first collaboration and my first time posting smut, hope yall enjoy!! Please make sure to check out the amazing art and stories posted by the lovely people in our little church and give them some love, the link is at the end of the story!! Also special thanks to @kinsurou​, @murdereddaydreams​ and @vanille--kiss​ for helping me and supporting me through everything. Love you soo muchoo my little ohana

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced over to the stacks of paperwork you still had to go through. The daunting pileup that only increases every hour. You sighed again as you thumped your head onto the desk,frail arms just barely cushioning the blow. While staring blankly at your own feet, you spied the wastepaper basket sitting near, completely empty apart from a few used sugar sachets and soggy teabags.

Your eyes flit towards the pile of files again and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if a few papers landed in the trash can, accidentally, of course. You contemplated for a few more seconds, before you shuddered as you imagined familiar cat-like eyes flit across your vision. You didn't want to really know what would happen if he found out about it, did you?

The minx-like golden eyes flashed once again in your mind as you recalled the fateful day. The day from which everything spiralled downhill.

If only, if only your family hadn't gotten into trouble with the Nekoma clan, things would be different. But no, they had to take a loan and fall into the mercy of Nekoma…

But at least you got off easy, you thought as you cradled your head. At least you and your family didn't suffer the same fate as the others. You were thankful to the head of the Nekoma for giving you the opportunity of paying off the debt through work, instead of the usual means. A shudder ran through your spine as you thought of the stories you've heard, of what happened to the other people who owed the clan money.

A heavy Bam shook you from your stupor as your head jerked up to stare at the new batch of files that had been banged onto the stack. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you reached for the first file of the batch. It would be better to just get to it and finish it before the end of the day. That's when you noticed the little photograph that slipped out on the floor and you bent to pick it up.

There were four guys in the frame, two of them being the focus of the shot, with goofy big smiles and arms draped around each other, though there was a big red circle drawn around the one with owlish silver hair, the ink of the marker recent enough to smudge a little. The other two guys looked like they were not meant to be in the picture, but oddly that fact only made it so much better.

One with blonde highlights stood grimacing in the background while the other guy's face was barely visible, his body half turned and blurry as if someone had called out to him at the last moment when the picture was being taken.

Overall it looked like a fun bunch of friends but you wondered why there was a circle drawn around one of them. You flipped the picture, curiosity getting the best of you. Finding only a date written you turn the picture again, choosing to focus on the people in there.

“T-these are the next in-line heirs to the Nekoma clan” you whisper lowly to yourself. They were the ones who were supposed to take over in the coming years and were your current bosses. You couldn't wrap your head as to what this was doing in your file. You were given only the most basic work to handle as their secretary, numbers to jot down, business meetings to book and take note of the expenses and make detailed reports about meetings they attend. Maybe this slipped in by mistake somehow ??

You centered in on the person grimacing and the one with bed-hair; cogs turn in your brain as you wondered why these two individuals seemed so similar before something dawns on you and an audible gasp leaves your lips as the picture dropped onto your lap.

With trembling hands you shoved the picture back into the file and hide it at the bottom of the stack, maybe this was a file that was not supposed to be in your hands, fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes skim the room to watch out for anyone observing you. These guys didn't trust you enough to give you such things, so obviously it was misplaced and dumped into your paperwork by accident.

You suddenly noticed Lev jogging towards you and your whole body tensed as he approached. You pretended to work on the other files that were scattered around on your desk, typing random words and numbers into the excel sheet, your gaze was strongly focused on your screen yet everything was blurry. If Lev were to take a peek as to what you were doing at this moment,  he would realise that what you were typing was utter bullshit.

“Ah, you remember the stack of files and papers that I just placed here?” He pointed his finger to the stack of papers that still lay stagnant there.

“Yes sir? What can I do for you t-today?” You kicked yourself under the desk for how weird you sounded in the moment, but lucky for you he was in a hurry so he didn't pay much mind to you.

“Can you give those back to me? I think there were five bunches of them, I think I gave you the wrong ones,” he rubbed the back of his head as his voice took an almost sheepish tone by the end.

Without saying anything in return you just nod stiffly before taking the first four files, slowly sneaking in the file that you shoved at the bottom, you softly banged them against the table as if to align them before giving them to him with a small smile.

“Hey Y/n?” Lev called out to you after he cleared his throat. You slowly turned your head towards him trying your best to act innocent as if you hadn't just seen a picture of the mafia head with his friends.

A light pink blush clouded his face as he clumsily took the files from you, bowing a little before he scurries off to give those files to whoever he was supposed to give them to in the first place. 

You let out a deep exhale of relief, slumping further into the chair as he turns a corner and goes out of sight. Your phone suddenly buzzes and you yelp as your body jolts upright from the chair, you relax visibly when you notice that it was only a reminder that you had kept on your phone signalling the end of your shift.

Dropping it back onto the table with a clatter you stretched yourself in the chair, a smile gracing your lips as you collect your things to head home, deciding to stop at the grocery store to make a big dinner for the family today, just to relax your mind and console yourself that everything was alright, that you wouldn't be killed for seeing confidential information. It was just a picture, you thought, yeap just a picture that could possibly be a kill target, fuck did you get involved in a crime? You pinched your arm as you walked out of the office, shaking your head of all the negative thoughts.

The keys jingled as you struggled to slide the key into the lock with two grocery bags in hand, the atmosphere eerily silent as you entered the house, you called out for your mom and dad, followed by a soft “tadaima” only to receive no response in return.

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You laughed as you remember that a few days ago your dad tried to make dinner and ended up breaking your mom's favourite ceramic pot while removing one of the pans. She has been so mad at the time that she took a vow to not cook until your dad got her a similar ceramic pot if not a better one.

You entered the living room to find it completely empty, and chill ran down your spine, where were your mom and dad? You walked toward the fridge and suddenly everything made sense when you saw the small sticky note with a haste scribble that said that your parents had gone out at the last minute for a makeup dinner, decorated with a small smiley in the end.

With a broad smile plastered on your lips you placed both the grocery bags on the counter, humming softly to yourself as you removed the items from within the bags. From the corner of your eye you suddenly notice a shadow cross and your body goes rigid. Your hand slowly inched forward before curling around the handle of a pan nearby when a tingling feeling rises up your spine, signalling someone’s approach.

In the room filled with soft rays of evening light you stand ominously still, breath bated as you tighten your clammy grasp, knuckles turning white, cold beads of sweat running down the side of your face. You backhand swung the pan the moment you see a slight shadow come up behind you, but your actions were stopped midway as you were pushed head first onto the counter, your hand with the pan being banged harshly against the cold surface of the marble, forcing you to let go of the pan. The person behind you used their body weight to keep you pinned to the counter as you trash around, trying your best to get hold of any object you can use to defend yourself.

Just as you get your right hand free from under the person’s weight, you feel a pinch on your shoulder and suddenly your body starts losing its strength,eyelids getting heavier and your vision turning blurry. As a last attempt you tried to scream out for help, but the moment you open your mouth a gloved hand clamps down on your lips and you try to trash around, only for him to lean his weight further on you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Right before you passed out, you faintly heard a phone buzzing and for a second you wondered if it's yours. You fought to stay awake as the man still kept you pinned against the counter, shuffling behind you before a small beep followed by a smooth soft voice reached your ears.

“ I have her Bokuto-san”

That was the last thing you witnessed before losing control over your senses and everything went dark.  

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You woke up to a cold concrete floor, a dull throb sitting in the back of your head as you grunted softly, your vision confiscated by a blindfold. The place where you were injected felt like it was on fire, limbs feeling heavy and…

You tried shifting your arms but all you could hear was the clang of metal against the concrete. You tried moving your feet but they were seized with cuffs which were attached to metal chains rooted firmly into the floor. You pushed yourself up onto your knees, only to be pulled back by the chains hooked on cuffs around your wrists, the rattling sound echoing loudly throughout the room along with a disgruntled sob. You held your breath in fear, hoping that no one was around to hear it. The room fell utterly silent as you tried your best to hear for any footsteps, only to be greeted by a soft hum of jazz, barely thrumming in through the walls.

You wanted to cry, scream, trash around, but there you laid, frozen in fear, trying your best to not make a single sound, making it seem like you were still unconscious. You were just delaying the inevitable, buying as much time as you could; you didn't have a single clue as to  what you had done to be in such a situation, if it was about the loan, weren't you already paying it off by working? Or did they get tired of waiting?

But hadn’t you walked the perfect line with your job? you didn't have a single complaint from your superiors and your colleagues commended you on it, because it seems that they weren't compatible with just anyone and most of them didn't survive beyond the second week. So why were you here then? Was it the–

Your thoughts were cut short as you heard keys chime on the other side of the door and you froze in your spot, trying your best to pretend that you weren’t awake just a moment ago, tugging on your restraints.

You slowed down your breathing, evening it out just as the door opens, its hinges creaking loudly as you hear a chorus of footsteps pad through the room. But your little act of being asleep was immediately cut short as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over your body making you jolt upright in shock, gasping and shuddering at the sudden overwhelming sensation.

“Looks like the little kitten is awake now! Let’s get this over with, shall we?” A deep voice boomed throughout the room, and you cower back a little, chains clanking along with you.

“Akaashi, remove  her restraints but keep the cuffs on her hands.” The same authoritative voice commands and soon you feel a presence behind you, undoing your chains.

Your shivering body only trembled more as you felt fingers graze your calves and back, your now damp blindfold only serving to rile on your fears. You didn’t shift from your position when you felt the weight drop from your hands and legs, too scared to do anything. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, barging through your brain with various emotions and thoughts, but yet you feel blank as a chair scrapes loudly against the floor, placed in front of you.

A hand hooks under your arm, pulling you to sit upright and a whimper leaves your lips in fright. You wanted to plead– heck even beg for mercy, cry a litany of apologies and offer anything up in exchange for your life, but your lips didn’t move a single inch, even though you were practically screaming from within. You choke on the silence that suffocates the room before a gentle finger traced the back of your neck and you suppressed the urge to shudder at the feeling, soon finding your blindfold falling to the floor. You squinted, trying to move away from the sudden bright light before coming face to face with the last face you expected to see, the supposed kill target, his golden orbs more brighter and fierce than you remembered, excitement dancing along his lashes.

“And what do we have here?” He leaned forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, his palms joined in front of him and a cunning smile plastered on his face. His eyes raked your form before looking at the man behind you, nodding at him before you heard the softest “Yes Bokuto-san” flow past you and your eyes widen when realise where you heard it before; you recollect to the voice you barely managed to hear before you were rendered unconscious and painful tears started to collect in the corner of your eyes as you tried to swallow the lump on your throat.

The guy now known as Akaashi brought something to the guy in front of you before going back to his earlier position behind you. Faint light glinted against the object and when you realised what it was, tears flowed down freely your cheeks as soft hiccups wrecked through your body.

“Aww honey, don’t be scared. All you need to do is answer all our questions truthfully and I won’t have to use this. Whaddya say hmm?” Bokuto cooed as he slid the gun against your cheek, before placing the barrel under your cheek and tipping your head upwards. Afraid, you closed your eyes before nodding meekly.

“That’s a good girl. See we won’t be having any problems then.” He says with childish enthusiasm in his voice as if it were just another game for him. Akaashi stood silent, his eyes never leaving your form, watching the way your nipples pebbled under the cool air, your shirt now almost transparent as droplets of water slid down your shivering form. Bokuto feigned a cough and Akaashi flits his gaze to him, immediately registering that Bokuto noticed him staring at you, his signature playful smile getting a little bit wider, a hidden intent written behind that smile.

“It’s time to pat her down, Akaashi.” Bokuto stated before turning to you, “Don’t worry hun, it's just a mandatory procedure.” The moment those words were said you were lifted off the ground and placed onto Bokuto's lap and a sob fell from your lips as you tried to get away from his hold, but that only spurred him on to wrap his hand around your waist firmly.

“Shush now little  kitten, don’t worry, the more you struggle, the harder it will be.” He pulled you closer to his heated body, your back hitting his chiseled chest as you straddled him, making your pencil skirt bunch up, your cuffed hands uncomfortable as they get smushed at an odd angle between your back and his chest. You try to move forward because the burn was too much, but the hand on your waist only tightened, keeping you put, your legs kept secure behind his ankles.

“So tell me kitten what’s your name hmm??” He asked you while Akaashi kneeled down in front of you and started patting down your shoulders before his fingers found your buttons, relieving them from its reserves with ease; you looked down at Akaashi with unbelieving eyes, Bokuto’s question falling on deaf ears and that was your biggest mistake. His hand on your waist slid up to roughly grab one of your tits, pinching the nipple harshly and making you cry out in pure agony.

“I asked you something pet, I don’t like to repeat myself twice. Geddit? Now I'm going to ask you once more and that will be your last time. You hear me?” His voice was viciously low and threatening. You only nodded back in response, the sting still fresh on your skin. “ Use your words kitten” He commanded, and you choked out a broken “Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Now tell me what your name is, hmm?”

“ It’s Y-Y/n,” you managed to stutter out, chest heaving.

“That's a lovely name for a kitten! Well now, what is a pretty little thing like you doing in the Nekoma estate, hmm? What is your relationship with Kuroo and Kenma? Are you their fucktoy? Wouldn’t doubt if you were, you seem quite fun to play with” he whispered the last part as he grabbed your face, turning your head away from him. He brushed his nose against your neck, taking in your scent as hot puffs of air collided against your skin.

“I’m j-just a secretary, I have a debt to clear with them, t-that’s all. I’m not their- their- '' heat rushes to your cheeks as embarrassment and anger flowed through you as it dawned upon you what he really meant and you tried to pull away from Bokuto. “I don’t do anything of that sort! I don’t have that kind of relationship with them. I just arrange meetings and appointments, and other basic stuff, that’s it! Now let me go!” You spit the words out, anger boiling through your veins, but it soon turned ice cold with the next question, and you realise you fucked up… Big time.

“ Then you must know about the upcoming business meetings of Nekoma, right? That means you would know the location of Kuroo and Kenma? ” And the room once again went silent. In your fit of anger and defiance you didn’t even realise that Akaashi had slid your shirt up over your shoulders, sliding them down up to your cuff covered wrists  and was now drawing your skirt down. You tried to wiggle your hips to hinder his movements but it only serves to his advantage as it slides down easier.

“Please l-let me go, I-I don’t know anything please!” You begged, voice turning desperate, you couldn’t give out information about the Nekoma clan or they would have your head for it. What about your family–

“You’re a smart little one aren’t you, you know they will hunt you down if you give me their information. But if you decide to tell me, I give you my word that no harm will come to you or your family, furthermore your debt will be repaid. And if you don’t, I could put a bullet through your head right now.” Bokuto said with a playful lift to his voice, bringing the gun up to your temple.

“ I really don’t remember! Please, I can’t recall w-with who it was.. Please don’t shoot!!” You sobbed out, mind going blank when the gun is placed to your temple, fear overwhelming your senses.

“Aw it was good knowing ya kitten, you would’ve made such a good pet.” He cocks the gun with a loud click finger at ease on the trigger while he places soft kisses on your neck, softly whispering against your skin, “ Sayonara–”

“KARASUNO!!” You screamed out the first thing you remembered right before he could pull the trigger. “It’s Karasuno, sometime in the middle of next week, in the Miyagi Prefecture.. That’s about all I know. Please, please let me go now, I’m begging you!!!”

He chuckled darkly right next to your ear and goosebumps rose all over your skin with adrenaline. You closed your tear filled eyes, sobs shaking through you. You wanted this to be a nightmare, a dream from which you would wake up any moment, but the cuffs digging into your wrists and warm hands searing into your skin said otherwise.

“Mmm you definitely deserve a reward for that, don’t you?” He licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your ear before whispering those words. You shake your head violently, not wanting to spend another waking minute here but he completely ignores your signs of protest. Bokuto’s hand travels down your body till his hand reached your panties to cup your pussy, groaning when he hears a small whimper leave your lips at the contact. He tugged on your panties, a hiss leaving his lips when he noticed how sensitive your body was.

“Such a pretty kitten, Akaashi, why don't you reward her for me, yeah?” Bokuto said as he shifted your panties to the side, dipping his fingers into your folds before prying them apart, giving Akaashi a good view of your cunt. Akaashi took his lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue across it as he indulged himself with the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Go on ‘Kaashi, don’t you want a taste?” Bokuto questioned, his fingers circling your clit, before travelling to your entrance, he dipping two fingers inside before removing them and spreading them, your juices smeared all over them and he popped his fingers to his mouth, a low growl arising from his chest made you bite on your lip harshly. “Of course I do Bokuto-san.” And that was all Akaashi said before he hooked your legs over his shoulder and dived into your pussy, flattening his tongue against your entrance before dragging it upwards towards your clit, rubbing his tongue against it before sucking on it.

You moaned loudly as Akaashi kept slurping up the juices dripping from your hole, making sure to not let a single drop go by, while Bokuto unhooked your bra, sliding them up so he could see your perky little nipples just begging for attention. He uncocks the gun and hooks it on his waistband, after which his hands find purchase of your soft mounds, pressing each nipple inside with his forefinger before pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. He gave your nipples a few rough tugs just to hear your sweet voice more.

You’re too overwhelmed to do anything but mewl as Akaashi detached himself from your pussy, fingers tugging down your panties and pocketing the soaked fabric. He used his thumb to rub your nub while his tongue prods your entrance and you gasp, taking a shaky breath in. When he rubbed a certain spot at the entrance you threw your head back and Bokuto immediately wrapped his fingers around your throat, his grip firm as his lips hastily crashed onto yours, drinking in all your moans and whimpers. He continued to kiss you, your moaning making it easy to plunge his tongue into your mouth, the kiss so heated that it brought you right on the edge of tipping over.

Your legs shook uncontrollably, being just one flick away from falling over the edge when Akaashi pulled back and you breathed heavily, not wanting to show them that this affected you much, while you mourned the loss of such a sweet release. His face is smeared with your juices and he licks his lips as he uses the back of his sleeve to wipe off the excess. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at Bokuto and nodded at him as you whined at your stolen high. Bokuto broke the kiss and smiled at Akaashi wide enough to have the tops of his incisors seen, the feral intent in his eyes reminding you of the dangerous position you were in.

Your eyes widened when Akaashi abruptly stood up and slid his hands under your butt, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he picked you up from Bokuto’s lap and you yelped. Akaashi’s eyes were fixated on you the entire time you were in his arms, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips continuously while you squirm.

“P-please no, I-I don’t want to go any further please” you told Akaashi, eyes big and pleading, filled with fresh tears.

“It’s okay Doll, don’t worry, we won’t hurt you until you disobey. So be a good little pet for us alright?” He whispered  against your ear as he placed you down on your wobbly legs with your back against the mahogany table behind. He cupped your face gently, thumb swiping across your trembling lips as he looked at you with pure adoration. If it were any other situation you might’ve even considered going out with this beautiful man; but here you were, held against your will, your body being used as per their whims and wishes and you couldn’t do a single thing about it, it made your stomach twist with hate and disgust knowing how weak you were.

Akaashi leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours into the most sweetest and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. You were so lost in it that your mouth unconsciously granted him access when he licked your bottom lip, you immediately tasted yourself on his tongue. The way he explored your mouth made you moan, your pussy clenching over a single kiss, only coming to your senses when his fingers fiddled with the straps of your bra, unclasping them and you bit his lip in defiance when he pulled your bra off your body, the taste of iron now pooling on your tongue.

Akaashi pulled back when you bite his lip, raising an amused eyebrow at you. He couldn’t believe that you still had thought that you could say no to them, it was cute to him; luckily it wasn’t Bokuto-san or she would've gotten a punishment by now– Akaashi thought as blood dripped from his lip onto his chin.

“This kitten is still using her claws I see, quite feisty~” Bokuto chimed as he came behind Akaashi, watching the entire scene from the corner. You looked at both of them in shock when Bokuto turned Akaashi’s head and pulled him into a kiss, licking up the blood that was on his lips and groaning when he still tasted the remnants of your sweet juices on Akaashi’s tongue. Bokuto broke the kiss, his lips sliding down to Akaashi’s neck and chuckling against his skin as he remembers the day Akaashi first saw you.

Akaashi was so mesmerised by you, couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you were and how he wanted you so badly. Akaashi mentioned you so many times that it had started to get on his nerves, sometimes he even moaned out your name when he was asleep. Bokuto finally snapped when Akaashi choked out your name as he came all over Bokuto’s hands pumping his shaft. And when Akaashi found out that you worked for Nekoma it was the perfect excuse he needed to bring you in and play with you, see what was so special about you. Akaashi insisted on getting you personally, not wanting anyone else to get their hands on you; he was possessive like that– Bokuto was brought out of his fazed stupor with your cute little mewls filling the room.

Akaashi had started marking up your neck, slurping bruises on your skin while his fingers played with your nipples.

“Kitten, why don't you put on a little show for us? Play with that pretty little cunt of yours, show us how you like it and maybe I’ll think about letting you go?” Bokuto said as his fingers rub circles on your hips soothingly. The prospect of getting out of here had you ready to do anything and you eagerly nod your head at the offer, maybe once they freed your hands you could try to escape too. But Bokuto seemed to know what you're thinking, because he turned you around and shoved your head onto the table, your toes barely grazing the floor as you struggled under the weight of his body on yours. He removes the gun from his waistband and places it on your neck.

“Don’t even think about doing anything funny, cause there won’t be a second chance~” He singed as his hips grinded into yours, his erection pressed against your ass and you gasped as you felt how big he was even through his pants. He lifted himself off you once you yelp out a “Yes” he slowly slid the gun down your back, smacking the barrel against your ass before going lower and rubbing the cool metal against your folds. You dug your nails into your palm to ground yourself as he continued to rub against your clit, teasing the little nub till the barrel was covered in your juices.

“Get on the table kitten, I want a perfect view of your pussy.” Bokuto stopped his ministrations as you struggle to get on the table, when you took too much time for his liking he shoved your other leg on top and smacked your ass, making you scream out, he rubbed his fingers over the red print that is visible as he growled out a ‘hurry up’. Akaashi on the other hand started uncuffing your hands, sliding the shirt that was stuck above your wrist along with your cuffs.

You were already on the verge of cumming earlier, so doing that once again wouldn’t take that long. You reached down your trembling fingers and started slowly circling your clit, you moaned as you started going faster, rubbing yourself just the way you had done dozens of times before.

“Don’t be shy, Doll. Stuff a few fingers up that sweet hole” Akaashi said as he unzips his pants, pumping his cock in his hand at the lewd sight of you playing with yourself. He had imagined you like this whenever he stroked his cock alone, but he didn’t know it would be so fucking hot.

“You heard him, use those fingers to stuff your hole, kitten.” Bokuto chimed in with Akaashi. You reached down further and slowly start to slide two fingers in and out of your pussy, moaning as you started feeling good, the base of your palm bumping against your clit. You started going faster, feeling yourself reach your high once again, your moans turned higher and higher in pitch. You were just about ot cum when Bokuto slaped your hand away from yourself, making you whine loudly when you were denied another high. It was starting to feel like torture, your thoughts were getting fuzzy and all you could think was how badly you wanted to cum.

“Doll if you wanna cum then you just gotta ask” Akaashi said softly as he rubs his fingers over your sensitive folds, making you buck into his hand. You almost didn’t care about anything anymore, the only thing on your mind was the need to cum, but there was a little shard of dignity that was left in you and it made you bite your tongue. Your anger and frustration of not getting to cum makes you a little bold.

“F-fuck y-you” you panted out with as much venom in your words as you could muster. Bokuto shook his head as a chuckle wrecked through his chest once again. You were certainly a fun thing to tease and play with, the way you refused to give up only served to pique his interest further. “Oh I certainly plan to kitten, I’m going fuck this pretty little cunt all night. Make you a pliant mess on my cock”

You heard the clink of a buckle being opened, noticing the gun placed on the table not too far from your reach and with your hands free, you tried to push yourself off the surface only to be held down by your neck. “Oh no you don’t Doll, I’ve waited an eternity to feel those lips on me” Akaashi remarked as he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and slid down the zipper. “Now pull my cock out, pretty girl.” He slowly released the pressure on your neck, Bokuto smacked your ass when you didn't comply, his heavy hand stinging enough to have you immediately reach out, tugging on the waistband of the his pants.

Akaashi bit his lips as your fingers touched his cock, his  hard member twitching at the contact. Not being able to control himself any further, Akaashi swooped down and pulled you in for a kiss while simultaneously Bokuto aligned his tip with your entrance. Akaashi pulled back, standing straight so that his cock was mere inches from your face. He removed his shirt before he gathered your hair in his hand and pulled you towards his member. You shook your head no, using one to keep you up while the other pushed on his waist.

But your attempts were futile as Bokuto slammed himself into you with one swift movement, making you scream at the stretch and Akaashi used that as an opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth, groaning when you gagged and sputtered on his length, still attempting to cry out. The sounds from your warm mouth made him shudder in pleasure.

Bokuto starrted slamming into you immediately, fucking into you with feral intensity and using you as his personal pocket pussy, each thrust pushed your mouth further on Akaashi’s cock.

“Nghh you're so fucking tight kitten, squeezing my dick so fucking good” Bokuto grunted out before placing both his hands on your hips, his fingers holding you tight enough to leave dark bruises and he used that at leverage to fuck into you faster, His fat cock stirring up your insides and hitting spots deep inside you that you didn't know you had, making you moan continuously on Akaashi's cock. Said man slowly started to buck his hips into your mouth, falling into a rhythm with Bokuto, once in a while pushing his cock deep enough that the tip hit the back of your throat.

The room echoed with muffled moans and low growls, squelching sounds filling the room. Both men fastened their pace, pulling and pushing back and forth, singing praises and defiling your body at the same time.

“Oh fuck d-Doll haa.. your mouth feels so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!! And I want you to drink every drop of it” Akaashi keened as he kept moving his hips, he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing firmly till he felt the outline of his cock making you lightheaded. Akaashi watched as you rolled your watery eyes back in pleasure, choking and gagging on his cock, feeling his cock on your throat was the last strand and it pushed him off the edge and he gave a deep thrust cumming directly inside your throat, fingers still clutching your neck. He pulled out halfway, so that his cum spilled all over your tongue; shudders wrecked through his body as his thighs flexed till it burned, he pinched your nose as pulled out of you and clamped his other hand over your mouth so you had no other choice but to swallow, and once done he pulled you up as he climbed on the table as well.

You hung on Akaashi, hands hooked around his shoulders as Bokuto still kept pummelling into you, thighs slapping loudly against your ass. Akaashi kept kissing you, not leaving your body alone even for a second, biting and sucking on your lips or roaming along the length of your neck. His hands roamed all over your body before sliding between your folds, lithe fingers barely grazing your nub before forming a 'V' where Bokuto's cock enters you, spreading your folds. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, body shivering, you would be laying flat against wood, had it not been for Akaashi holding you up, one hand wrapped around your waist.

Your mind was going crazy, you were so close to cumming but you just needed that little push, that little rub and nudge on your clit. The fact that Akaashi's fingers kept lightly brushing against it didn't help any further, you wanted to just cum, a dam waiting to be broken and you couldn't take it anymore.

“Please, please mmnnn j-just let me cum!!" You cried out, transgressing in the moment of pleasure.

“All you had to do was ask Doll” Akaashi murmured against your skin as his fingers slid up to your clit, rubbing refined, delicate circles around your sensitive nub and that was the final push that made you cum all around Bokuto's cock, pussy fluttering around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as an orgasm wrecked through you, compelling your body into a convulsing mess as a prayer of moans leave your lips, your toes curling till your feet hurt.

Your pussy clenched tightly around his shaft triggered Bokuto’s orgasm as well, his hips slowing their pace as he pumped deep strokes into your hole. And with a loud shivering groan against your ear, your pussy was filled with hot spurts of cum as he leaned his weight slightly on your limp body, his skin hot and sweaty against your own.

He placed a soft kiss on your back before pulling out of you, walking away to get something. During the time he’s gone Akaashi gently stroked your hair, while holding you in his warm embrace until Bokuto returned with something in his hand. Bokuto reached out and clicked it into place with alige fingers before smiling devilishly. You looked down, weak hand unconsciously reaching up to touch the item and you gasped, realizing it's a collar, and yanked on it to try and remove it. Hastily you reached behind hoping to find a buckle to release it, but instead you found a lock and turned towards Bokuto.

“D-didn’t you s-say you were going to let me go?” You asked, voice trembling with trepidation. While you were looking away Akaashi linked a leash to your collar, wrapped the excess length around his knuckles and handed it over to Bokuto. He yanked on your collar as he did so, forcefully bringing you closer as he offered Bokuto your leash with a heated kiss before Bokuto pulled away to look at you with a sickeningly sweet smile.  

“Oh I said I’ll think about it, and I think I’m not done with you just yet kitten~”

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Heat Chapter 24: Chemistry

As a belated birthday kick in the ass to myself, here is some much-needed Javi x Querida smut and fluff. Well, mostly smut and fluff 😌

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Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC | Javi x Querida

Disclaimer: Written in 2nd person narrative, you can safely assume our heroine and love/lust interest is a Latina, written by a Latina. Here's my philosophy on my writing, for further context.

Rating: Mature/Explicit 🔞

Word Count: 16,000+

Summary: Once you and Javi are alone on his turf, you can't help question how long this honeymoon phase will last, so when shades of your past cast doubt in you, will you let perceived burdens dictate your feelings?

Warnings: The WONDERFUL Javier Peña, graphic depictions of sex, including unprotected sex. Mentions of menstrual pain, raunchy conversations, allusions to past trauma, unhealthy relationships, abusive ex, physical and emotional violence, gun violence, and angst. Protective!Javi, Tender!Javi, Possessive!Javi, Soft!Javi, Boss!Javi. In the vein of Narcos being a bilingual show, and Javier Peña being fluent, I felt it was apropos to include Spanglish and Spanish throughout.

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Chapter 24: Chemistry

You wake up early the next morning feeling clumsy with exhaustion, eyes fluttering and focusing on the alarm clock. There's still a few minutes before it's supposed to go off, so you lie on your side and just relax, smiling to yourself when your hearing tunes and sharpens to Javi's purring snore. You covertly glance over your shoulder and see he's sprawled out on his stomach, hogging most of the bed, which has relegated you to hug the edge of your side of the mattress. His broad, smooth tanned back rises and falls with his calm, deep breathing. Fuzzily, you stretch and sit up slightly, stifling your yawn before your eyes focus more and finally notice the glass of water tucked on a coaster on the nightstand next to you.

Smiling, you realize Javi must've gotten up during the night and gone to quench his thirst before setting a glass aside for you, just in case. You take it and drink greedily from it, feeling quite parched after all of the salacious indulgences of the night before. Just as you let out a contented sigh and set the empty glass aside, the alarm goes off. Javi begins to stir, so you quickly turn the blaring off and shift to sit at the side of the bed so you can stretch out your back.

You hear him roll over and grumble wordlessly before slinking closer so he can drape an arm around your lap. "Mornin', corazón," he mumbles sleepily and gives you an affectionate squeeze.

Smiling, you loop your arm backwards to massage his nape dotingly. "Buenos días, mi patrón," you purr, tone still a bit raspy from disuse.

That snaps him completely awake. "…You are such a damn atrevida," he growls irreverently and bounds up to encircle your waist with both arms so he can haul you to press back against his chest while he mercilessly nuzzles kisses into your shoulder and neck.

Your giggle is smoky and silly as you wriggle in his grasp, fending him off so you can stay sat upright. "I'm only messing around! No need to retaliate," you chime and swat his comforter-covered ass before pivoting to sit with a leg folded under you so you can gaze down at him and ruffle his bed-hair. "You know, you have the cutest snore," is your derisive musing, which earns a dry grunt from Javi. "I'm serious. I know I've told you before; sound like a big cat purring—"

"Ugh, that doesn't sound cute at all, cariño," he rumbles and pouts as he stretches the kinks out of his back before yawning. "Hmph, meanwhile, you don't snore. You just whip me in the face with your hair—"

"Oh no! Still?" you frown and idly fiddle with your hair and the shoulder strap of your baby doll.

He grunts in the affirmative and slinks to sit up, swinging his legs over to the side of the bed so he can sit next to you. "If we start off spooning, though, it doesn't happen as much," he remarks as he herds you against his side so he can bury his nose into the top of your mussed hair. You make a displeased sound, so he cheekily grips your waist and mutters, "It's fine. Don't get all grumpy about it," he teases, so you scoff and wryly pinch his side when you go to get up. "Nope. Where you going," he chides playfully and pulls you down to sit and straddle his comforter-clad lap, pawing his hands down your silky curves before settling them at your hips.

"Babe, c'mon…" you protest, but curl into him regardless, huffing contentedly when he pulls you tight to him.

"We got time, so let me hold you," he murmurs against the side of your head. You sigh and melt into him at that, relishing his warm skin and comforting embrace. While he holds you, you notice your senses are sharpening, and you're feeling a tender cramp in your lower back. But mostly, you're focusing on how ripe you and Javi's scents are, and trying not to feel self-conscious about it. "Hm, you smell so good…"he sighs out as he noses your hair.

"And you smell like pussy," you tell him comically, biting your lip to stifle your laugh when he leans back and gapes at you. "Well, you do, sir—"

"How the hell would you know what pussy smells like anyway?!" he counters crassly, lopsided smirk goading.

"Oh my god, because I have one, you jodón. As if you don't know what dick smells like—?" you jab sardonically.

"Not intimately, no," he remarks puckishly and sniffs himself, causing you to cackle sardonically. "I don't see any issue with how I smell—"

"Hah! You wouldn't, because you're a beyako pervertido," you giggle out, laughing harder when he starts irreverently hugging and nuzzling you in retaliation. "No! C'mon, Javi, I stink too. Stop—!" your bubbly squeal when Javi grabs your ass and suckles a kiss into your neck cuts off your exclamation and causes you to wiggle in his lap – ending up pressing flush over his thick hard-on when the blanket shifts and it juts up between your thighs.

He groans when you undulate to rub yourself against him, and while you thread your fingers in his tousled hair and tug him to meet your lips, Javi's already shifting to guide his cock to nudge up between your soaked folds before pressing into your tight slit. You moan, and he pulls you down onto his lap as he buries himself into your molten heat, grunting hotly against your jaw, "You got me this hard from how good you smell, guapita."

That makes your core flood with arousal and pulse wet want into the clutch of your sheath. "Fuck, you're lying, fresco—" you begin to tease when he bucks you down on him, stealing your breath.

"You know the effect your sexy scent has on me," he growls and watches you lean back and roll your hips at an angle that slams his cock into that cluster of pleasure nestled deep inside you. "S-Shit, do that again, hermosa," he groans gruffly, and your grip on his shoulders tightens as you blush and toss your head back from the next hard roll that has his thick sex punching up into your core. His hands grip your hips and help rock you over his lap while he fucks up into you.

Javi lustfully watches your breasts jiggle through the taut silk of the baby doll from the force of the slams down onto him. He's salivating at how your nipples are jabbing into the fabric while you arch and squeeze your knees around his lap. "Oh—Javi, oh god," you gasp out when he picks up the pace of his fucking up into you after he feels your cunt start to flutter around him. "Ah!" you cry out when he wraps his arms around your waist and starts plunging you down onto him, hitting your pleasure point dead center and plucking a taut tether of hot bliss inside you that is threatening to snap loose. "Oh god, so c-close, mmm, Javi!" you wail, warning him as you feel yourself about to shake apart.

"Feel it, baby. Getting so tight—starting to strangle my cock," he croons in a tight baritone as he plants his feet and starts hammering his thrusts up into you, which makes you see fireworks burst in the backs of your eyes, so you bowl into him, clinging to his shoulders and keening needy whimpers into his skin. "Y-Yeah, c'mon, sweet girl, come for me. Ride my cock—let go, give it to me," he coaxes ardently and nuzzles you when your lower half locks up from the force of your orgasm.

You wail, "Ja-Javi!" into his neck, breath catching and sounding like a sob as you flood over with fuzzy, crackling pleasure. You come all over his cock before your inner walls wring and clamp down on him, mind hazing over with sizzling, blinding ecstasy.

The power of your body demanding for him to bury deep and pump his climax into your trembling core makes him pussy-dumb, completely fuck-drunk as he shudders and moans, holding onto you like you're his lifeline. Molding you possessively to him while he empties his orgasm into your ravenous core. He can't even articulate words. Just hum and grunt unabashed sounds of content satisfaction as he comes down from the whirlwind of bliss he got swept up in. His panting lips are wet from his tongue dampening them when he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

You are tingling, no – vibrating from the force of your orgasm, feeling utterly blissed out and like you're slowly melding into him; becoming one deliriously sated being. It isn't until he let's out a hearty exhale that you stir and realize Javi collapsed to lie backwards on the bed, with you clinging to his torso like you're afraid of floating off. His warm palms are caressing languid circles over your back, nose pressed into the spot just behind your ear to nuzzle your sweaty hairline and sigh contentedly.

"Smell so good…can't get enough," Javi mumbles dazedly, smile obvious after he presses a kiss to the column of your neck and husks, "Makes me feel grounded."

You curl into him and sigh. "Chemistry," you remark dimly, as if more to yourself than to him. "Always great…your scent, your taste, your touch—just…" your stream of fuzzy conscious is grasping at concepts you know, that you read about, but can't articulate properly because you're still glazed over with delight. An intrepid part of you wants to say 'We were made for each other,' but it can't get free from the tangle of your weighty thoughts.

Javi rumbles a pleased, albeit spent sound as he starts petting your mussed hair. "Whatever it is…makes everything feel right. Being like this, having you warm and tierna in my arms. It's all I ever want, mi amor," he tells you in a genuine, honeyed murmur.

You turn your face and dreamily kiss his cheek before mustering the effort of slinking up to stare with open adoration in your gleaming gaze into his handsome features. His brown eyes flare chestnut from the sun's rays coming through the slats of the windows, and the early morning light gives your dewy skin a glow and catches in the twinkle of your eye as you cup his cheek and smile down at him.

"Keep saying things like that, and I might never let you leave this bed, querido," you chime silkily and caress your touch to cup the hinge of his jaw and pull him up to meet your passionate kiss.

It's a great way to start your morning – both smitten and unburdened by insecurities. Javi can't stop smiling. Not while he ushers you into your shared morning shower, not while you both brush your teeth in front of the medicine cabinet mirror – where you stood at the sink and Javi was tucked up behind you, and definitely not while he watches you now. He's pretty much dressed already, having gotten a head start while you blow-dried your hair, so he's able to doddle while he stares at you. You're in a black panty and bra set, standing in front of your mirror while you hold up two blouse options and try to decide which would look best with your eye-catching bronze plaid blazer. He's sitting on the fresh sheet-covered side of the bed while he stares fondly at you, distractedly putting his shoes on and smiling when you catch his gaze in the mirror.

His smirk is infectious, so you give him a flirty look and whirl to hold up the two blouses. "What? Do you have a preference?" you lilt, holding up the black pleated blouse and the Mandarin-collared black blouse for his scrutiny.

Your hair is brushed back, so he gets lost admiring your slender shoulders and the elegant slope of your neck – how delicate the dip of your clavicle and the expanse of your collarbones look. "I think they'll both look equally nice on the floor later tonight," he croons and leans back on his splayed hands, giving you an amused, pouty smirk.

You scoff amusedly and roll your eyes before tossing the pleated blouse to the end of the bed before removing the hanger from the Mandarin-collared one. "You're impossible," you chuckle as you pull on the blouse and grab the black skirt from the dresser. He's smirking wider now, his dimple revealed as he stands and comes up behind you to feign like he's going to just finger comb his hair while standing behind you to look at himself in the mirror. Once finished tucking the blouse into your skirt, you wiggle your derrière at him. "Zip me up, please?"

He licks his lips and pulls the zipper carefully up for you, smoothing out the material of the high-waisted pencil skirt while his dark brewed eyes stare flirtatiously at yours in the mirror's reflection. "This skirt seems stretchy enough for you to be able to hike it up," he offers intriguingly, hands caressing the curve of your hips, before suggestively purring, "Might need to wear it the day you decide to ride me in my office—"

An excited tickle skitters down your body to pulse in your core warmly, but you huff and playfully slap his hands away before grumbling "Javier, that was just a naughty fantasy. You agreed: no messing around at work. No sexy encounters at the embassy, and you said you'd behave and be professional—"

"I said a lot of things," he deadpans, instigating you to glare at him in the mirror. "I meant it all, querida. You can't blame me for wanting to get a rise out of you," Javi chuckles and smiles when you dramatically shake your head at him and go to storm away. He takes the chance and taps your ass as you go, and you squeak before whirling and smacking his light-gray-slacks-wearing ass hard in retaliation. He only betrays a humored grunt from the swat and yanks his blue tie around his shirt collar. "But I do remember telling you I couldn't make any promises during our status reports," he teases as he faces the mirror to finish getting ready while you return the other blouse and empty hanger to the closet before retrieving a pair of patent leather Mary Jane pumps. At your amusedly exasperated huff, he turns to watch you set the shoes next to the blazer you chose while he absently works on his tie.

"Oh, that reminds me. Did Stoddard let you know we had to reschedule the first status report to next week?" you inquire as you saunter over to the dresser to open your jewelry box and rifle through it for a fetching pair of earrings you think will look nice.

He notices the sparkling trove of glimmering, twinkling adornments before flicking his glance up and getting lost admiring your beatific profile sans makeup and focused on looking for the bronzy stud earrings you're rifling for. "Yeah. Meetings are crazy this week, so we had to shift it out," he answers and folds his shirt collar down, giving up on the tie as he watches you press your lips together into a thin line while you hum and keep your gaze focused on the jewelry box's little mirror while you fasten the sunburst-styled studs into your earlobes. His gaze sharpens, reading your attempt at keeping your expression aloof. "Huh. Alright, out with it," he declares in a bass-roughened drawl.

Blinking over at him, you give him a lopsided smirk and raise your delicate brows innocently. "What?" you chirp, and he just gives you 'the look' – his patented cop regard, as he puts his hands on his hips and grunts for you to drop the act. "I didn't even say anything—"

"You didn't have to. I know when you're shoving something under the rug," he counters and quirks a demanding brow at you.

"It's nothing! I just thought how funny it was that both our deputies had different reasons for moving the meeting to next week, is all," you remark simply and grab your brush in order to park in front of the full-length mirror so you can start combing and styling your thick tresses into a neat up-do.

"And? What was Rose's reason for changing it?" he queries as he turns to lean his hip in the dresser while he watches you twist up your hair into a chic chignon.

"That is something that can wait until next week—" you try to obfuscate while you brush the rogue wisps and tendrils to frame your face better.

"Consider this the unofficial status report, then," he debonairly remarks and crosses his arms when you finally turn and put a hand on your hip peevishly. "Well, you said last night my team's doing poorly," he fishes, arching a brow. "C'mon, we can't discuss this stuff during the coffee dates," he rumbles and leans on his pivoted arm casually.

You sigh and relent, putting the brush down on the dresser before you go sit and start putting on your shoes. "Fine, chavón," you snicker once you have one pump on and are fastening the strap around your ankle on the other. "Ellis told me some of your subordinates in the pilot are resistant to the training. It got reported up to him, and he figured it'd be best to have the week to remedy it, and only disclosing it if the issue continued," you tell Javi diplomatically and cross your legs before leaning back on your propped arms. "Hence, why I figured I'd just hold off on telling you until the meeting next week—"

"I want names," he remarks, pushing off the dresser he was leaning on so he can grumpily put his hands on his hips. "That's bullshit and I'm not gonna let anyone on my staff dick around like that. I'll straighten it out—"

You exhale musingly and stand in order to saunter over and wrap your arms around his waist. "Don't start cracking skulls yet, gruñón," you tut wryly and peck him on the lips. "Jackie, the one handling the training, is competent, so I'm sure she'll resolve it. If not, I'll let you know next week," is your neutral musing as you lean into him and give him an affectionate squeeze. "Sound good?"

He huffs a cleansing breath out his nose and nods before smirking as he cups your ass in his large, cheeky hands. "Damn, you're good at this," he purrs, tone velvety as he adds, "Wish you were my boss lady."

"Pfft, I'm pretty sure I was last night, atrevido," you purr and grab his belt, giving it a confident tug, earning an enticed hum from him. "I have five minutes between meetings after 2pm, so…coffee date then?"

"Yeah, I can swing that," he retorts smoothly and squeezes your ass, kissing your cheek before he's caught the time on the alarm clock. "Fuck, I gotta go," he grabs his watch and clasps it onto his left wrist while you hustle to grab his blazer for him and grin when he takes it from you and laces his hand in yours so he can tow you down the hall and to the front door. Once he's shrugged into the blazer and pocketed all his belongings, he can't help the tickle in his breastbone when you sprint to the fridge and return with his packed lunch.

"Lo veo luego, mi patrón," you silkily murmur and give him a sultry look that has arousal flaring hotly in him before you steal a hungry kiss from his lips.

Fuck, Javi internally groans, getting really turned on by the ridiculous term of endearment that's so damned charged with unsavory connotations that it should not rile him up with yearning.

You can sense how wound up with lewd delight he gets from the new pet name, so you're not surprised when the kiss becomes a bit torrid. He rakes his mouth down your neck, letting his moustache tickle your heated skin before he suckles a kiss into your pulse point. "Why must you tease me so fucking good before I leave," he growls and pinches your ass impishly.

Chuckling and slinking away to open the door, you charm, "You can't blame me for loving to get a rise out of you."

The amended smug remark he'd purred at you before pleases him, so he steals one last kiss from your plush lips before murmuring, "I love you, traviesa."

"Love you too, coqueto," you purr and pinch his ass as he saunters out, giggling when he grunts comically and shoots you a faux haughty look over his shoulder before he bounds down the stairs. Once he's striding across the courtyard, you find yourself wistfully admiring his confident swagger until he's out of sight.

Going to finish getting ready, you make short work of primping your makeup before spritzing some perfume to your wrists and dabbing them daintily at the sides of your neck before slinking your plaid blazer on. You're halfway done grabbing all your things to bound towards the door when your house phone rings. Checking your watch, you decide you can spare the time to go answer it. "Hello?"

"Ah! I knew the area code on the caller ID meant you'd been the one to call," the lilting voice remarked before chirping, "It's Irina! I hope it's not too early to have called back—"

"No, not at all. I was just heading out to the embassy. How've you been?" you remark and set your purse and tote down, remembering you almost forgot to grab your lunch out of the fridge.

"Well…not very good. I just got back from a trip visiting my father. I won't bore you with the details," she answers and remarks, "I take it Sasha let you know he's going to be down in Colombia?"

"Yes. Actually, when I got his voicemail, that's why I'd called you. I had a feeling something might be going on. I assume you tried to get him to join you on the visit?" you ask, starting to piece together some things already as you absently note that your fridge is bare now save for the ingredients needed for the lasagna you'd promised Ellis.

"Exactly. We had a big fight over it, and you know how he is. Anyway, I don't want to hold you up! Maybe you can make my brother give me a call when you're with him?" she suggests musingly, and you can hear the tension in his voice.

"Absolutely. Talk soon, Irina."

Once you've hung up, you collect your things and head out. Then entire drive to the embassy, you can't help wonder whether something new was percolating between Sasha and his father, and what could've made Irina visit the man. Of course, the ruminating over the Ivanov siblings' precarious relationship with their own patriarch prompted your mind to wander to your own tumultuous estrangement from your father. It'd been a long time since you'd spoken to him, and you had no plans on changing that any time soon, so before that small part of you could linger on whether you could ever reconcile with him, you shoved it all away and focused on getting to work.

While you entered your first meeting of the day, Javi was pacing his office, listening to Stoddard update him with the latest whilst he glanced through his itinerary for the day. When he paused in his pacing to toss the itinerary onto his desk before leaning to sit at the edge of it, Stoddard added in a whisper, "I was also informed there would be another tape reel coming for analysis by the afternoon, boss."

"Good," Javier remarks before crossing his arms and looking at the man sternly. "I've been wondering. How're the resources doing in the pilot program with IT+IS? I know you moved the meeting to next week, but I don't want to get caught unawares by the director. Anything I should be aware of?" he inquires with an earnest tone, quirking a questioning brow when Stoddard seems to hesitate. "Well?"

Clearing his throat, his deputy parcels out, "Actually, I did hear from some of the resources. They're questioning the merits of having to be part of the training, and I believe Kirkpatrick complained about it—"

"I want to know everyone who's pushing back on that training, and I expect them to get with the program, unless they really want to piss me off," he cuts in authoritatively and pushes off his desk to stalk around to sit in his chair. "I heard they got their funding, so that means they're not gonna remain a small intrepid little department the rest can blow off. The last thing I need is for the director to go to the ambassador over this," he mutters, tone no-nonsense.

"Understood, sir. I'll get the names for you, and give them a verbal warning," Stoddard dutifully retorts and excuses himself to do just that.

It wasn't cracking skulls, so Javi figured he'd gotten away with flexing his boss muscles without vexing you too much. When lunchtime rolls around, he heats up the meal you packed for him and catches some of the fellas in the break room covertly savoring the aroma before he returns with the container to his desk. Once he sits back down, he sees a list of four names scribbled in Stoddard's penmanship on a small notepad, next to his phone. Smirking, he eyes the offending resources as he eats, making a mental note to glare them down during the next staff meeting. Hurrying to finish his lunch so he can hustle to his next meeting, Javi begrudgingly pauses at his desk when the phone rings.

Once he's answered it and confirmed with the provisioner the added items he'd submitted for his apartment, he hangs up and goes to meet with Mil Group.

You're getting out a meeting an hour later with Ellis, trying to ignore the dull cramps in your lower back. To your chagrin, you'd gone to the restroom earlier in the workday and realized your period had arrived early. Ugh, should've known, you'd grumpily thought to yourself. It explained your heightened sense of smell, and the achy tenderness that radiates in your muscles. Thankfully, though, your time of the month didn't arrive in the middle of this morning's romp with Javi. The idle thought stirs you to remember the time you'd gotten your period during sex with a very cute guy at a party, and you can't suppress the cringe that tremors through you. Thank god that didn't happen with him, you think in relief.

As you walk down the corridors to get to the stairwell shortcut you both take to get to your department, Ellis uses the alone time to needle you with a whispered, "So…did you realize that you're gonna have your date at the premiere and Fran is going to see who it is?"

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you hum, having not given it much thought prior. It disarms you. After all, the idea of anyone knowing about you and Javi just a year ago would've sent you into an anxious panic, but now? It only gives you a bit of pause. "Well, he said he'd make it, but we both know that could change on a dime, with everything that's going on," you answer musingly as you both lope down the steps. "I guess I didn't give it much thought because I'm not really concerned about it."

Ellis grunts, intrigued. "So, safe to say, you two are getting serious? I mean, enough for going public not being an issue?" he asks, curious.

You weigh that, and once you're close to your department's entrance, you gesture for him to follow you into your office for the answer. After he shuts the door, you park yourself onto the sofa while he spins a chair around and sits so he's straddling it and draping his arms over the back.

"He suggested we go to Crosby and disclose our relationship," you confide, crossing your legs and leaning sidelong into the armrest when he leans back and gapes at you. "Yeah…I don't know about that yet. Think it might be the wrong thing to do while he's in the middle of this Cali cartel stuff. But…I could see it being an option after – once that investigation is over and there isn't a huge politically detrimental worry dangling over him constantly," pensively, you murmur.

"Devil's Advocate?" Ellis suggests, and you nod for him to continue. "His job is never going to be that way, kid. As long as there's a cartel or some syndicate for him to go after, there's always going to be political jockeying and pressure, especially here," he remarks, adding, "Would you want to be in limbo indefinitely like that?"

You frown, deflating as you lean back into the couch. "I…I don't know. I guess it's stupid of me to have thought about it so simply—"

"No, I didn't mean it like that," Ellis interjects. "I only mean…why wait? If he wants to make it official, why not go for it?"

Pressing your lips together until they flatten out, you furrow your brow as you contemplate. "Because there's no going back after that," you blurt out, and the answer takes you aback.

Seeing how conflicted you are, Ellis gives you a commiserating look and pats your hand. "Nothing you have to decide right now, girlie. Just think about it some more."

Nodding, you can't help feel guilty. It lingers with you through your next meeting, and when you see it's almost 2pm, you find yourself shoving the indecision away to instead look forward to the right now of things.

Javier's been looking forward to this little break all day.

Really, since the moment you proposed it all flirtatiously this morning. Trusty mug in hand, he enters the workspace of your department and notices the intern cubicle is empty while most of the other desks aren't occupied. Humming to himself, he makes his way to the tucked away coffee corner, and as he nears, he picks up your jovial conversation with a familiar voice.

"—I promise, it's a really good novel. It's not a chick book."

"Hah, well fine, I'll pick it up, but I doubt we'll have time to discuss it like before."

Turning the corner, Javi sees you and Ed from Centra Spike amiably standing across from each other while sipping from your mugs and chatting away. The reserved man spots him first and looks tense – like he got caught doing something he's not supposed to.

"Let me guess: Nador and Benson told you about the coffee?" Javi can't help goad as he strides over.

You smile while Ed stammers, "Nope! Actually, they found out from me—"

"What's with the territoriality? It's a coffee machine," you chuckle and assure, "But yeah, Ed was the first to have a cup when I set up the department."

"Guess I'm just late to the party, then," Javi jokes, smirking when you pick up the carafe and wave him over so you can fill his mug.

"Shit, speaking of late," Ed winces when he looks at his watch and frowns at you. "I'll pick up that book, but if it's super mushy—"

"It's not, I swear," you scoff and wave him off as he gestures his thanks for the coffee and nods his goodbye to Javi.

"What book?" Javi can't help ask once you're both alone before sipping the delicious brew, soulful eyes crinkling affectionately at you.

"La casa de los espíritus," you tell him and lean back against the counter.

"Didn't they make a movie out of that?" he queries and smiles when you scoff in disdain.

"They made a horrible movie out of it. Absolutely atrocious," you insist and brush a strand of hair behind your ear, smirking at his amused little squint. "What? What's that look?" you ask him in Spanish.

Javi takes a long sip of his coffee before grunting and slipping his free hand casually in his slack's pocket. "Nothing. Just admiring how cute you are when you're appalled about something," he tells you in an aloof murmur. You scoff by clucking your tongue at him before sardonically shaking your head and sipping your coffee. Glancing around, Javi makes sure to murmur, "So, the provisioner called. They stocked my place today. Would you want to come over tonight?"

You submerge your smile by taking a sip from your glazed mug before nodding curtly. "Save for the lasagna ingredients, my fridge is pretty bare, thanks to this insatiable man who's been coming over…" you can't help razz, savoring how Javi narrows his eyes provocatively at you.

Thumbing his moustache to hide the beaming smile that wants to curl his lips from picturing you in your sexiest nighty later tonight, he clears his throat and adds, "I'll clean up, make dinner—"

"Have my slippers and robe ready too?" you tease, poking fun at the reversed gender roles and biting your bottom lip when he wrinkles his nose derisively at you. "I have to get stuff after work, so I'll be over probably after the last of rush hour," you tell him, smile serene as you see his shoulders broaden out with pride, dark eyes molten with want for you. It sends excitement into your tender core and overheats your already warm skin.

Javi is dying to kiss you. He wants to just plop his mug down on the counter and dip you in his arms so he can claim your mouth with his own – to feel you curl into him and kiss him back with gusto. But instead, he reluctantly checks his watch and his expression sobers.

"Well, thanks for the coffee. Don't think I could get through the day without it," he rumbles evenly before giving you a wink and adding as he starts loping out, "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, director."

"You as well, sir," you smile and tingle with desire for him, watching your dashing lover's shoulders roll back at the 'sir' as he walks away.

It's ridiculous how much you love to rile him up, and while you'll never admit it, you enjoy it when he mischievously tries to get a rise out of you. You're smugly thinking about it while you walk back to your office, and only when you sit at your desk and feel the dull throb in your lower back do you grimace and realize an annoying concern.

Said concern bugs you more as you go home to pack, and when you run errands before heading over to Javier's apartment building. Then, a defiant part of you snickers, Well this'll be a good test of whether Javi truly is ready to share his space with a woman; challenge him to deal with the unsexy side of things.

By the time you're entering the code to the garage, you're feeling less insecure and more impish, keen on seeing what things will be like when you're on Javi's turf. Driving down the ramp and steering your hatchback to park next to his Ford Explorer, you take a calming breath before collecting your things and heading to the elevator.

Javi's rushing to clean his place while sans his blazer and tie – annoyed with the clutter. He's hustling to clear his ashtray, wipe down the counter, tidy up his files on the coffee table, and stock the bathroom rack with fresh, clean towels. So, when he dimly glances about his bedroom and remembers the different piles of clothes, he swears to himself. Just when he grabs the bundle of the most offensive 'must-do' laundry and rushes to the hidden stackable washer-dryer tucked into a closet with louvered doors off from the kitchen, there's a knock on his door. He hurriedly shoves the laundry into the washer and closes the louvered doors before huffing and striding over to the door.

"You didn't have to knock, you know. I gave you a key," he husks glibly when he opens the door and sees you standing there amusedly with your things. "Come in," Javi steps aside and lets you breeze by, trying to hide his intrigue at the duffle bag in one hand and the large shopping bag in the other as you saunter in.

"Well, I didn't want to just come in and catch you unawares," you jibe as you set your purse on the chair and the other things down in order to turn into his waiting embrace. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you kiss Javier a little unchastely, humming into his mouth when his tongue twirls along yours before you cheekily break the kiss to nuzzle his open collar. "Not to mention burst in when you're not used to someone having a key," is your wry purr.

"Uh-huh," he grunts amusedly and eyes the big shopping bag. "I was just tidying up a little. Haven't started dinner yet," he remarks and gestures with a tip of his head. "What's in the bag?"

Smiling, you flounce over and grab the bag while he chivalrously takes your duffle, bringing it into the bedroom while you follow. "Just some essentials I stopped at the store to pick up," you chime affably as he places the duffle on the bed and you plop the bag next to it before digging into it and producing an array of items. Javi catalogues the soap, shampoo and conditioner, hairbrush and comb, bottle of lotion, and several other necessary toiletries. He's looking at the makeup compacts and tubes when you suddenly pull out a box of tampons and innocently place it on the bed. "I know it's a lot of stuff, but I'll keep it from becoming a clutter," is your musing chime as you turn and primly wait for his reaction.

Javi doesn't bat an eye, and to your surprise, picks up the bulk of the toiletries, including the box of tampons, and takes them into the bathroom for you. "I already made some room on the vanity," he tells you in an easygoing baritone as he plucks the toothbrush in the ceramic holder next to his before aligning some items on the vanity and placing others in the medicine cabinets or shower shelf. And when he gets to the tampon box? He retrieves a ceramic cylindrical receptacle from the bottom sink cabinet and dutifully opens the box, fishes several tampons out, and organizes them neatly into the receptacle that he then places onto the back of the toilet. Setting the box in the cabinet, Javi turns and catches your stare, smirking as he remarks, "I cleared the top drawer out in the dresser, but still need to shuffle some things in the closet."

It's undeniable now: After his domestically unruffled and confident display? You decide that it's official – that Javier Peña has captured your heart forever.

He can tell whatever trepidation that was buzzing in you had been snuffed out, so he affectionately caresses your lower back as he saunters by and goes to toss himself sidelong onto the bed, bouncing his eyebrows at you before tilting his head to the duffle. "Need me to help you unpack?" he rumbles unabashedly.

Coquettishly pursing your lips, you strut over and unzip the bag. "I can manage, but I might need a few hangers," you offer, feeling relaxed as you unpack and start separating drawer-worthy items from the blouses and sets that need to be hung in the closet.

Javi watches contently as you place clothes into the drawer while you talk, and his eyes crinkle affectionately when you set the duffle and large shopping bag out of the way. He watches you shed your blazer, remove your sunburst earrings and set them atop the dresser before you let your hair down and shake it loose, then sit on the bed to unfasten your Mary Jane pumps. Just in your skirt and blouse now, you saunter across the bed in order to slink up to him and drape over his torso.

Cuddling him, you sigh. "Babe, it's freezing in here."

He chuckles. "I'll lower the thermostat," is his croon, rubbing his palms up and down your back while you nuzzle kisses into his neck. "Gonna have to get used to the nice air-conditioned lifestyle, bravita," he playfully rumbles, to which you grunt dryly and sit up to kiss his sideburn before giving him a smug stare. "Anything you need, just ask. I want you to be comfortable, querida," Javi murmurs before leaning up to kiss you sweetly on the lips.

"Be careful what you wish for, guapito," you tease and caress your fingertips along the contour of his temple before combing them into his hair daintily. "And, remember what I said: if you ever need your space, just let me know."

Javi fondles his hand down the curve of your waist before resting it on your derrière. "Why do I get the feeling you have very low expectations for my ability to live with someone?" he jokes drily and gives your ass a musing pat.

"Hah, maybe because you've never lived with anyone else?" you counter sarcastically and snicker when he gives you a faux peevish look.

"Well, I had roommates in college—"

"Alright, I'll amend: you've never lived with a woman before—"

"So you don't count all the times I've shacked up at your place as living with a woman?" he poses, smirking as you roll your eyes at his purposely contrarian goading.

"But that was my space, so it's different," you counter humorously, biting your lip sardonically when he rolls to have you lying across the bed while he frames your shoulders with his arms and noses your hairline. "Even the lowest maintenance woman is high maintenance to a man," you parry, "I just don't want to cramp your style—"

"Have you really had assholes act like fucking brats about you living with them?" Javi suddenly asks and leans up, unselfconscious in his query and gazing musingly at you.

You press your lips together and arch your brows – surprised he would ask something that could possibly instigate his surliness to come out. "Yes," you answer simply and rest your hands at his sides. Your mind flashes to the last relationship where you'd lived at his place, and how toxic it'd been. "Hence why I'm mindful—"

"Preciosa," he interrupts and you realize your gaze had gone unfocused – faraway, so you blink and stare up into his warm, coffee-brewed pools. "I might be a complete fuckup sometimes, but this is not something you need to worry about. I want you here. You belong here, with me," he tells you in the most confident, unfettered way. "I promise, there's nothing you could do to 'cramp my style' or make me feel otherwise."

Your heart pulses with a delightfully fuzzy feeling and your happiness skitters into your womb, stirring butterflies of joy to flutter there. Cupping Javi's cheek, your eyes soften affectionately. "You're not a fuckup," you huff airily and pull him close so you can kiss him sultrily on the lips. You curl into him when he deepens the kiss, inundated by his delectable scent and the heat of his skin as you wrap your hands behind his neck.

Javi can feel you unspool, all concerns and anxieties shed, leaving you like a rich bolt of silk that he wants to drape himself in. He encircles you in his strong arms and holds you to him as you just kiss and snuggle on his bed. The urge to claim you with his talented fingers and his hungry mouth has to be quelled, especially when you whimper into his neck when he grinds his clothed hard-on against your womb. He can feel how tender you are – how warm your skin is, how delicate and sensitive you are in your fidgeting reactions. It's surprising to him, but Javier realizes you were right this morning.

"Chemistry…"

He pulls back to nuzzle gentle kisses into your neck, hands rubbing tenderly into your back while he relishes your heady, spiced scent.

"So…do you like stir fry?"

You giggle and lightly shove him back. "Well, sir…I actually love stir fry," you purr and exclaim a silly sound that turns into peels of laughter after Javi retaliates by tickling you. Managing to squirm away and flounce out of his reach by scampering to the foot of the bed, you give him a dazzling smile and wiggle your foot at him. "Tengo hambre, mi patrón," is your goading singsong. He scoffs a surly rumble and covertly adjusts himself in his trousers before getting up from the bed.

"Que atrevida traviesa eres," he chuckles and smirks when you hold your hands out in unspoken petition for him to pull you up, so, he does, and he keeps hold of one hand while he leads the way to the kitchen. When Javi parks you onto a stool in front of the kitchen counter, he remarks, "I'm not much of a cook, but I learned to make stir fry from my college roommate sophomore year. It was fairly easy and cheap. We'd get decent cuts of steak and frozen vegetables," he pauses from the open fridge he'd just stopped leaning into to grab the needed ingredients when he frowns and turns. "Shit, I forgot to mention, it's just gonna be the stir fry, since I can't make rice."

You playfully gasp. "What? You don't know how to make rice?" you feign a scandalized faint, and he just shakes his head at you. "Babe, how in the world do you not know how to make rice?!"

He shrugs. "We'd use a rice cooker," Javi retorts. "Whenever I've tried to make rice in a pot, it comes out all lumpy—"

"Amogolla'o," you correct and give him a lopsided smile, as you get off the stool and pad barefoot into his kitchen to start looking in the cupboards for a rice pot. "I'll teach you. You just need to learn the trick," you chime as you retrieve the caldero and set it on the stove.

Javi admires you, soulful chocolate eyes crinkling when you turn and bat your lashes at him. "All right, show me," he rumbles charmingly and reaches into the cabinet that has the bag of rice. "I'll start on the stir fry once the rice is going."

Smirking, you go to work showing him the right way to measure out the rice, how to rinse the long grains and draining the cloudy water from the bowl without losing a single grain. What has him humming in surprise is seeing how you dribble some cooking oil into the pot once it's on the burner, coating the surface generously before dumping the rice in. Then, you show him your trick for knowing whether there's too much water in the pot.

"—You rest the spoon over the rice, and if there's a little water sitting in the spoon and it doesn't sink all the way? Then that's enough water, and the rice shouldn't come out lumpy," you're finishing your affable instruction when you glance up at him and catch him staring fondly at you. Heat fans up to radiate in the apples of your cheeks as you elbow him and derisively scoff, "Well? Did you get any of that, malcriado?"

He grunts and gives you a rugged smile. "Yep. All of it, mi directora," he teases and leans his hip into the counter next to the stove. "Although, I might bug you to show me again sometime," he taunts and shoots you a wily smirk when you put your hands on your hips and give him a sharp, faux-admonishing look. "Ok, my turn," he declares as he gestures for you to go into the fridge for him while he retrieves the large pan and some ingredients from the spice cabinet. "Grab the flank steak, the peppers and the rest of the veggies that are in that drawer for me?" is his instruction.

You merrily do so, and when you're fishing everything out of the fridge, you can't help notice the assortment of fresh fruits – all of which are your favorite – and some other items you suspiciously wonder if he'd added to the provision list just for you. It makes you smile serenely and want to shower him with yearning kisses. Instead, though, you dutifully put all the ingredients on the counter and snicker when he shoos you to go back and sit on the stool in order to watch him cook.

Javi makes short work of chopping vegetables before setting them to sizzle in the oiled pan, and then trims the steak into thin strips he quickly seasons before tossing into the pan. You watch him, riveted and frankly very proud. You don't know why domestic moments starring Javi turns you into melted, lustful putty for him, but you can't much care as your stomach flips and desire coils in your chest. Soon enough, Javi stirs the rice and listens to your instructions on how to best do so before both dishes are ready and he easily plates. Whipping up some drinks for you both, you carry both for him while he places the dinner servings at the small dining table next to the kitchen.

The first bite is delightful, making you hum and affectionately skim your foot along his ankle underneath the table. "Delicious," you tell him and enjoy seeing his dark brewed eyes gleam with pride. "This is going to be such a great lunch tomorrow."

He smiles. "I'm glad you like it," Javier retorts in a velvety tone. "So, I was curious. Most of your department was empty when I went down for coffee. Part of the training program?"

"Oh, Ellis had a tutorial for most of 'em today regarding the new system we've got coming from New York next week. I'll manage the tutorial for the rest of the staff tomorrow," you explain and daintily clean your plate of the last few pieces of broccoli, steak and rice. "That reminds me. Nador mentioned some big meeting happening on Friday? He said DEA is going to get chastised," you pipe up and watch Javier roll his eyes as he sits back and drinks from his glass of whiskey. "Are they really going to give you shit about the raid?"

With an acerbic sigh, Javi sets the glass down on the table and cocks his head to the side. "Probably. But, I'm used to it," he grumbles and shrugs. "Crosby was salty about it, but really, anyone siding with that farce of a surrender deal is DOA with the public, so I doubt they'll have much to gripe about." You nod and sip your drink, looking pensive, so he decides to change the subject. "So, you mentioned something about lasagna earlier?" is his instigating purr that has your eyes narrowing wryly.

"Yep, for Ellis," you emphasize and stand to collect his empty dish along with your own. "He said he's been craving it for a while, so as a thank you for putting up with me this past weekend, I said I'd make him one. Most likely Saturday," you remark and snicker when Javi follows you to the kitchen to hip check you from washing dishes so he can take that spot in front of the sink. "Javi, let me clean—"

"Nope. You can stow the leftovers. I like how you pack the lunches," he tells you glibly, so you relent and do so, amused. "…So only Ellis gets to have lasagna?"

You laugh, "I'll make one for you too, you caripela'o."

Javi snorts, glancing over at you while he washes to watch you pack everything away in lunch containers. "You know, all those Puerto Rican-isms are just nonsense to me," he can't help goad. "I don't get dropping a letter and drawling into the last vowel."

You gasp, as if appalled, and shake your head at him. "For shame. You know the words, though," you remark, squinting when he nods. "So? They're not nonsense—"

"But they're not the proper word," he counters, needling you with a smug quirk of his brow.

"Ah, you sinvergüenza," you scoff and put all the containers away in the fridge in order to advance on him and give him an irreverent squeeze around his waist. "You say anything like that in Puerto Rico, and they'll run you off the island," you playfully growl and rest your forehead against his back.

He chuckles heartily at that and sets the last item aside to dry on the dish rack before cheekily leaning back into you. The surprised squeal you let out has him laughing as he maneuvers you around so he can recline against the counter and encircle your waist. You grunt and nuzzle your face into his chest, sighing when he rubs the back of your neck and kisses the top of your head. "Wanna curl up on the couch for a bit?" he suggests, and you give a nod before leaning back and kissing his jaw.

After adjusting the thermostat for you, he leads you to the sofa, where you both snuggle up and watch the nightly news via the TV in the entertainment system tucked against the far wall. The couch is plush and large enough to easily accommodate Javi to stretch out lengthwise with you folded back into him, allowing his furnace-like body heat to ward the chill of the room away. His hand rests over your hip, idly caressing back and forth while your arms rest folded around the throw pillow, perching your head up whilst Javi reclines his on the padded armrest. During the commercials, he nuzzles teasing kisses behind your ear and along your neck, which stokes arousal to simmer in your belly and tingle lower.

During a particularly long break, you nimbly slip your hand around and behind yourself to rub the stiff bulge you feel pressing up against the curve of your ass. The ridge of his hard-on twitches against your palm while Javi groans and clutches your waist. You turn your countenance to stare seductively at him, and just as you pivot your hips to maneuver so you can press up against him and work the belt looped around his trousers open while his hand yanks your blouse loose from your skirt so he can slip a warm palm up to cup your breast, a bulletin for the next story flashes across the screen.

"—Sources at the National Police believe cartel violence is imminent after the daring capture and arrest of Gilberto Rodriguez Orejuela, but when pressed for details, they would only tell this reporter that any possible turmoil would be the fault of the U.S. and it's agencies who've seen fit to meddle in Colombian affairs – specifically la DEA—" the reporter is starting to expound, and the way Javi's gaze flints up and gets faraway while he listens to the recriminating charges has you authoritatively taking the remote from the coffee table and shutting the TV off.

Snapping his gaze back to you, he sees your bright, warm gaze soften as you sit up enough to kiss him on the lips before musing, "I'm gonna take a head-start on getting ready for bed. Come join me in the shower in a few minutes?"

Javier feels something broaden in his chest, effervescently fluttering up into his throat where he can only manage a grunt, nodding before you smile and kiss his forehead once you've sat up on the sofa. He watches you strut down the hall towards the bedroom, and he can't help lie back flat on the couch and stare up at the ceiling. That pit that had begun to open in his stomach was seared shut from your disarming grace, but he couldn't deny why it was there to begin with. He knew the shitstorm was coming his way, and there was little he could do to stop it. I have to find fucking Jurado and get him to flip, or else things are going to get so much worse…

As the warm water cascades down your back, you try not to fret, keen on keeping a stiff upper lip for him – in being his rock. Hair up in a messy bun now so you don't get it wet from the shower, you focus on rinsing between your thighs and making sure you're not making a literal bloody mess. Thankfully, the birth control pills have helped lessen the flow of your cycle, but it would still be a mortifying prospect to be spotting in front of Javi while you're at your most vulnerable.

The anxious worry is plaguing you when you hear him come into the bathroom before he enters the shower with you. Despite the uneasiness you feel, you smile when he encircles you from behind and plants a kiss on your shoulder.

"Hm, while I like your soap, I kind of developed a thing for smelling my soap on you," he murmurs against your temple once he reaches for said bar and starts lathering it up. "Guess it goes to that chemistry thing," he chuckles when you set your soap aside and take his from his grip before turning to gaze alluringly up at him through your lashes as you start massaging your lathered hands over his chest.

"Or to you being a possessive macho type," you tease, soaping up his sides and working your way down. He scoffs at the notion, and you raise a smug brow. "You don't think it has something to do with the thought of others smelling your scent on me?" is your charismatic query as your hands skim down his hips, venturing lower.

He groans when your soapy digits take his hard length in hand and concentrates on keeping his own clenched at his sides. "M-Maybe," he relents on a stuttered breath, so you smile victoriously and hold up the bar of soap to him while your other hand keeps lusciously stroking him. Snatching it and trying to remember not to fist it, he pants and watches your hand rub his cock, gaze greedily roving over your soaked skin, the way your perky tits jiggle from your ministrations, how good your mound looks dripping the water that's cascaded down from your shoulders. He takes your wrist and growls, "Naughty girl. You got all nice and clean just to get me to do dirty things to you."

Your tender core pulses at that and your cunt wrings around nothing while you hiccup prettily, "N-Not true," pausing when he pulls you close and licks the drop of water that had been clinging to your earlobe. His cock skims the inseam of your thigh, and you let out a shaky breath. "I'll be good, I promise," you murmur airily, feeling wound up and aroused, but reluctant on teasing him further since sex isn't an option. "Let me wash your back?" is your offer, eyes softening when you finally notice how Javi's looking at you.

He nods and maneuvers around so he's facing the showerhead while you take the soap and start massaging it along his back. As you do so, Javi veers back to the previous topic, murmuring puckishly, "I just like smelling me on you. I don't care whether others know or not."

You impishly loop your arms around his torso so you can lean into his slick and soapy back. "So you wouldn't get a sense of satisfaction if Ellis called me out for smelling like Irish Spring?" is your taunting lilt, smiling when Javier chuckles as if intrigued by the idea.

"Only one way to find out," he muses and takes the soap from you before turning and going quickly to town soaping himself up before lathering up his hands. Javier's then turning you so he can lather up your back, working his touch from your nape down to the backs of your thighs before gliding to your front and lathering up.

You bite your lip and clench your thighs, worried that your slick could seep crimson, or worse. "Mmm, we should test that theory out another time," you drawl on a tremulous tone when Javi sets the soap in the dish so he can trail his hands up to cup your breasts while he rubs up against you from behind.

"I know you're tender, baby. Just wanna make you feel good," he purrs against the shell of your ear when he grinds his cock to skim along the slick and warm valley between your thighs. "We can get off just like this. Promise," his voice is melted gravel as he husks and kisses the spot under your ear when you let out a needy whimper and rock against him, nestling his erection tightly against your crotch. "Yeah, just like that. Warm my cock, hermosa," he coos as one hand moves from your breast to glide down your taut torso to press his fingertips over your swollen clit.

You jolt in his embrace and moan, hands gripping his wet side and the back of his neck as you arch and rut back on his cock while he quickly works you into a carnal tizzy with his touch. The way you're rubbing your ass against his groin and tightening the clench of your thighs around his straining hard-on has his desire coiling up in his gut. But it's when you keen a desperate, "Oh please, Javi!" after he plucks and pinches your nipple in time with his fingers grinding ruinously over your clit that propels him to being on the very edge of bliss right there with you. So when you cry out in pleasure against his jaw and clench your thighs shut, Javi tenses and presses his fingers flush against your pulsing bundle – shoving you both simultaneous off the cliff into blissful climaxes.

His cock gets drenched with your slickened orgasm while your thighs get coated in his thick pearly cum. It feels so good that you forget about your trepidation of before and instead cling to him, relishing how he wraps you up in his arms and buries his sated grunt into your nape.

When you both recover from the high of climaxing together, Javi cleans you off, and mercifully you don't see any blood swirling the drain. He can tell your unease is coming back, so he kisses your cheek and murmurs, "You know that wouldn't bother me, right?"

You sigh tersely and rest your forehead to his. "I mean – it's more about me being embarrassed. It's nothing you've made me feel, querido," you assure.

He grunts, understanding, and gives you a peck on the lips before shifting to exit the shower. "I get it. Take your time, cariño," is his warm grouse as he grabs his towel and dries off.

You beam, feeling alight and unburdened by any insecurity, smiling when he wraps the towel around his trim waist and winks at you before heading out to the bedroom.

Javier has ulterior motives, though. He is rushing to chuck the other piles of laundry out of obvious view into the corner of the room adjacent the wall with the windows, grumbling at himself as he picks up the suits he'd piled onto the ottoman and shoves them into the corner as well. Appeased, he then makes room in his closet to provide an expanse of clothes rack space that can be all yours. He's itching for a cigarette, but pops a mint in his mouth instead, chewing it vigorously as he sheds his towel in favor for a pair of blue pajama trousers he loosely ties off. The sound of the shower cutting off motivates him to turn down the bed, fluff the pillows and adjust the thermostat in the bedroom so it isn't so cold. Sitting on the bed, he sets the alarm clock for the morning while he fantasizes about you strutting in any minute in that nighty he loves – the one with the slit up the thigh.

After a few minutes pass, he hears you shuffling into the bedroom. He turns and balks, comical surprise crinkling his handsome features.

Instead of the nighty, you're wrapped up in a big fluffy cream-colored robe with matching house slippers – hair still up in a messy bun and features dewy and glowing from the skincare you'd slathered over your countenance and neck – and bottle of lotion in your hand.

Amused, he laconically grunts and just sits back to take you in. You shuffle closer and give him an angelic pout, adoring gaze admiring his broad, nude torso, warm olive tan skin glowing under the lamplight, begging to be worshipped like the sun god he is. "What?"

"Nothing," he says, but his full lips are struggling to keep from grinning at you derisively. "You wearing anything under that robe?" is his flirty purr.

"You'll find out, fresco," you chuckle and admire the subtle difference in the room, noticing the closet is open. "Oh, while I'm hanging stuff up, I can peruse your wardrobe for something to wear on Monday night for the premiere," you chime vivaciously as you set the lotion down on the dresser to shuffle over to do just that.

"I really doubt I have anything nice enough," he tells you as he leans sidelong and admires you skimming your nimble fingers from hung up item to item. "Just grab any free hangers and start putting your stuff up."

You smile and go to do just that, when something catches your eye and you snort. "Oh my god," you scathe as you reach in and pull out the white, short-sleeved button shirt with garish black design that look like an epileptic pattern maker stamped haphazardly all over during an attack. Holding up the offending print shirt, you inquire tauntingly, "What on earth is this?"

Javier scrunches his features in faux outrage. "That is a very stylish shirt, I'll have you know," he parries and props himself up on his elbow. "I got raving compliments every time I wore it—"

"From raving lunatics, you mean?" you banter, grinning at his grimacing expression of haughtiness while quipping, "I know you have the same shirt in every color and print known to man, but this? I just cannot abide it, galán."

"Fine. I'll only wear it whenever I want to annoy the hell out of you," he retorts glibly and bounds off the bed to pilfer the shirt from your grip, but you agilely yank it behind yourself and bite your lip precociously when he clucks his tongue and drawls, "Seriously? You know I can toss you over my shoulder and take it from you—"

"Just answer me one thing: You wore this around other people and they didn't laugh or just shake their heads in horror—eeek!" Your taunting jibe becomes a squeal of mirth as Javi picks you up effortlessly, plucks the shirt from your hand, and tosses you onto the bed.

"Last time I wore it was with Steve and Carrillo, and they weren't the snappiest dressers either, atrevida," he jokes as he stows the offending garment to the back of the closet and starts dutifully hanging up your suit sets and delicate blouses while you giggle and kick off your fuzzy slippers.

He's doing a great job smoothening out the pieces before setting them on the hangers, so you're content to watch him tend to your things before he moves on to the few pairs of shoes you'd brought, including your pumps. Once they're aligned on the bottom shelf of the closet, you sit up on your knees and beckon him over. "You're a saint for putting up with me, you know that?" you murmur genuinely after you loop your arms around his bare shoulders and brush your lips tenderly against his.

"Quit being silly, corazón," he grouses and caresses your curves. "We're both saints for putting up with each other," he quips wryly, earning a melodious laugh and affectionate squeeze from you.

"Touché," you tut sultrily and kiss him before prowling off the bed to retrieve the bottle of lotion, setting it on the side of the bed you're designating yours before disrobing and draping it onto the ottoman. Preening, you pose in your super old and worn Grateful Dead tour shirt – skeleton with red rose flower crown looking crackly from years of wear – letting it hang askew to show a tease of shoulder as you pose gloatingly for him. Sardonically, you chirp, "To your liking, mi amor?"

Climbing into bed and giving you a smug, appraising once over, Javi deadpans, "And you were giving me shit over a shirt?"

"Yes. Difference is, I only wear this to sleep. You wore that out in civilized society," you razz right back as you slink into bed, depositing some lotion into your hands once you've gotten comfy, and slathering your legs and arms with the luscious cream. Javi gives a cocky grunt at that and eyes you derisively, so you primly smile and stretch out a leg as you lotion it up.

"How high were you while at that concert?" he jokes as he leans sideways on his propped arm, gazing cheekily at you.

"Oh, I probably was the only sober person at that festival," you chuckle as you shuffle close and gesture for him to sit up so you can lotion his shoulders and back for him. When he grunts humorously and acquiesces, you add, "The idea of being out of control was never appealing, hence skipping drugs and just partaking in the occasional drink. You don't even wanna know the kind of crazy shit that happens when a chick is coked up or strung out at a show."

He frowns, not liking the sound of that. "Anything ever happen?" he asks tentatively, not wanting to trigger you in case the worst he's thinking is possible.

"No. At least nothing I saw. I heard stories, though," you retort, hands working over a knot in his lower back. Javi groans in relief, but keeps his attention perked on you continuing musingly, "Being the one to decline the party favors or duck out when it was getting too rowdy saved me any trouble. And concerts were mostly benign. It was backstage that things could get sketchy," you tell him, concentrating on massaging a kink below his shoulder blades and enjoying the little grunts and relaxed hums your touch ease out of him. "I had to dodge many a grabby dude, but luckily, nothing dangerous happened to me," is your remark, and when he grunts neutrally while you knead his shoulders before working down to his deltoids, you find yourself volunteering, "Really the only places I felt unsafe were Studio54 and in the club scene back home in PR."

His alarms go up at that. "…Why?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at you.

Pensively, you nip at your bottom lip and flick your gaze to his back, focusing there instead of the incandescently worried look in his dark eyes. "Well, Studio54 was fun for a while, until it started getting…really grimy and seedy in the 80s. I made it a point to never go into a room or the restroom by myself," you remark guardedly, but then relent, "Plus, when they started letting in little kids? I just got a bad vibe, and stopped going."

"Kids?!" Javi barks, aghast as he turns and gapes at you.

You nod. "Like, famous kids, but still – it didn't feel right," pausing, you add musingly, "Mostly I went to dance and people-watch anyway. But watching coked out celebs and strung out wannabes flounce and gyrate around got kind of depressing."

Javier grunts, shaking his head sulkily as he grumbles, "You were basically a kid still yourself…"

Ruefully sighing, you nuzzle a kiss into the back of his hair and massage your palms out to his sides. "I've established how wild I was, right?" you quip laconically, and he exhales and reaches an arm around to hold you close to him as you shuffle to hug him, hands resting at his midriff. "It wasn't all bad. I got to meet some cool people there. I'll spare you the reminiscence of my time in the club scene back home…"

He internally chastises himself. After all, it's so rare and fleeting when you open up like this.

"Did I ever tell you how I did drugs during my DEA training?"

Blinking, you sit up and comically angle to peer over his shoulder, bemused. "No, you most certainly never have!" you balk, and Javi chuckles and maneuvers you from being behind him to reclining against him.

"Well, it was part of the training, to be more precise," he amends, so you wiggle to lounge sidelong into him so you can stare in riveted intrigue at him as he continues, "Mind you, getting into the DEA requires a completely clean jacket. No arrests or any history of drugs. Nine weeks into the program, they put us in a lab where they paraded us in front of real confiscated narcotics," when you hum in wonder, he snickers, "I had to enlist to be a special agent to get my first narcotic high."

"My taxes, at work," you jibe, and he irreverently squeezes your waist. "So it's only so you can tell real from fake, right?"

"Exactly. Enough to know by weight, scent, and taste if it's real product. Narco syndicates like Cali? They've started chemically transforming their coke into other stuff to make it easier to smuggle, and then when it gets to the distribution hub, it gets turned back into coke," he explains, and you are astonished, so he adds, "But then, once it hits the lower-level dealers, they cut it with other shit…turn it into crack rock, which is what ends up accounting for the bulk of overdoses…"

You frown, shifting to sit up so you can straddle his lap and pull him into a protective hug. He relaxes and loops his arms around your waist, holding you close.

"…After graduation, I went back home. While I was there, I…I met someone, and sort of fell into his scene for a while. Out every night at clubs, partying," you're murmuring, head resting on his shoulder as you confide the darker shades of your past. "Looking back on it now, it's the stupidest, most reckless time of my life, and I can't believe that'd been me…that I'd been so foolish, but I was so angry…"

Javi holds you and listens, heart starting to race. "Why were you angry?" he whispers.

Begrudgingly, you wilt into him. "I felt lost. After my mother died…after my father put me in all those different schools," you pause, amending, "After he sent me away, well, I filled the void with partying, being wild…education at those places was a joke. I couldn't believe rich people paid so much for their spoiled kids to be taught such easy drivel. I always kept my grades up enough not to have to deal with my father, but by graduation, I didn't know what I wanted to do."

Engrossed, Javi stays silent, only occasionally rubbing his hand up your back or nuzzling your shoulder to let you know he was there – still there listening.

"…Luckily, I got busted selling papers to some dumbass freshmen at NYU, and instead of turning me in, the professor tracked me down and proposed that I enroll into her summer program. She even let me come into the campus computer lab so I could work on a coding project for her," you're telling him, fond smile softening your features as you snicker into his shoulder. "And that, by the way, came up when I told her I used to hack into the prep school's network and change the progress report grades for some of my classmates."

Astounded, he laughs, inquiring amusedly, "How the hell did you get into that!? I could barely pay attention in my college computer course!"

"Oh, that was easy. I always liked numbers and patterns, and computer code is not so different. I was tinkering with a code when I stumbled into a backdoor the school used in case they got locked out of the main system. That was a fun spring," you chuckle and sit up to kiss his cheek. "And yes, I charged the kids for hacking in to switch their grades."

"So you like patterns, but not the pattern on my shirt," he drawls, narrowing his eyes tauntingly.

"Javier, that pattern is atrocious," you snap daringly as you grab both sides of his jaw and tip his face down to your pouting sneer. "It looks like the shirt fell into a madman's printing press—"

"Alright, point taken," he chuckles and palms his hands over your cotton-undies-clad derrière. "So…it sounds like you found your passion, but then went home after college and…lost it?" he redirects tentatively to your previous reminiscence.

"Well, yeah, because I graduated and realized I didn't know what I wanted to do with my passion. I had nowhere to go, no prospects, so I went back home and spent that summer at odds with my father over nearly everything. Then next thing I know, I meet…well, technically, I kind of knew him already, but we got involved after I ran into him on a night out with some girl friends I knew from middle school," you pause and shy your gaze away, feeling uneasy about telling him.

"I'm not going to be mad, cariño. But, if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to…" Javi murmurs and caresses your cheek.

Sighing, you lean into his touch and your expression softens. You feel safe. Leaning heavily into Javi, you rest your forehead against his jaw and let out a tense exhale.

"It was tumultuous. I never knew…I always felt on guard, like anything and everything could go wrong, but by the time I felt things were messed up and I didn't want to put up with it, I'd already moved in with him, to spite my father. This was not so far after that disastrous proposal from his hand-picked suitor for me, and he just…he just didn't want to let me live down how much of a disappointment I was to him," you verbalize your tremulous, faraway stream of consciousness, feeling the sting of welling tears that you stubbornly will away. Once you've swallowed the lump that was knotting in your throat, you continue evenly, "Then, when I finally decided to leave – had already packed my things and had a friend sneak over to get my bags where I'd hidden them while I was out with him at a bar, he refused to let me leave. I tried to storm out, and he grabbed me and took me through the back. We fought…and he forced me to get in his car."

You can feel Javier's fury coiling in him, how his muscles flex and his breathing gets deep and measured.

"He started driving out to this crash pad he had, insisting I was just trying to instigate him, but I told him that my friend had already gotten my things and that if she didn't hear from me by midnight, she was going to call the police, and…he just opened the glove compartment," you pause and collect your bravery, knowing what you say next is liable to upset Javier. "He had a Beretta pistol sitting there. I…I actually laughed," you tell him, as if completely divorced from the situation. "He's speeding down the highway, looking the most livid I'd ever seen him, and I laughed at him trying to intimidate me with a fucking Beretta."

Javier is so wound up and crackling with impotent rancor that you finally lean back and stare openly into his smoldering, chiseled expression.

"The laugh? It'd incensed him so much that he pulled over down a grassy strip and backhanded me in the mouth," you pause at the dark fury that flares in Javi's eyes, jaw ticking and nostrils flaring. Feeling like you're telling him a story about someone else, you furrow your brow and cup his cheek. "It was the first time he'd ever hit me like that, and…I grabbed the gun, took the safety off, and shot into the center console."

His fury flicks into gaping shock. "Jesus Christ," he exclaims, and you bashfully look down to his chest. You think he's horrified by you, but in reality? Javier is nothing but completely enthralled by you. Heart wringing in his chest, he grouses, "How you could have the presence of mind to do all that…I'm amazed, querida."

Gaze flicking up to his, you feel laid bare, like only his soulful brown eyes and his strong embrace can protect you. "So, I guess then the rest won't upset you," you blurt, smile meek as you idly brush his hair and focus your unguarded gaze into his. Javi nods, strong and comforting, so you take a cleansing inhale, and continue. "He screamed, and I told him to get out of the car – kept the gun pointed at him while I called my father on the car phone, and asked him to please have someone come pick me up at the road marker I'd last seen go by. Then, I got out of the car, shot out the tires on my side, and told him not to follow me or I'd shoot him in the kneecaps," you gulp the anxious tremor that skittered up and almost derailed your voice. "The local chief of police came and got me, took my statement, snapped photos of my split bottom lip, and had a tow truck and a deputy get him and the car. I handed over the pistol and he took me home to my father's."

Javi feels emotionally strung out – like his guts had gone on a rollercoaster ride. Unbidden, his mind replays what you'd said. "It was the first time he'd ever hit me like that…"

His temples buzz with his tumult of emotions and his hands shakily clutch you to him as he rumbles tersely, "Tell me he's rotting in a fucking prison down there."

You hesitate before frowning. "…I can't. I don't know where he ended up, but because of the possible scandal, my father and his parents agreed not to pursue it. I didn't press charges, because he could've had charges filed against me for what I did—"

"You gotta be fucking kidding me! In what court would that shit have flown?!" he growls, trying to keep his wrath in check.

You sigh and nudge your temple against cheek. "In Puerto Rico? That would've easily flown with the prosecutors and judges," you calmly assure and hug him. "His father was a very connected business man. It was the best compromise – all things considering, and soon after, I went back to New York and my mentor in NYU got me a great internship. That led into an entry-level position at the State Department – of which I'm sure my father leaned on some people to ferry me through the HR review, and after a couple of years there, an assignment opened up at the Colombian embassy, and I was the only volunteer," you regale and kiss a doting path to his lips. "The gun in my nightstand? Gift from dear ol' dad, before he told me I better not taint his name here," you tersely mutter and find yourself needing to lean back and shimmy away self-consciously. "Needless to say, I was livid that he would only give a damn about that, after everything, and I cursed him out and told him I never planned to speak to him again."

The conversation suddenly drains you, and you find yourself scoffing and wringing a hand across your features. He can sense your angst, so he literally scoops you up into his arms and tucks you under the covers with him while he relentlessly kisses you until you unfurl and relax in his embrace. "You didn't deserve any of that—" he begins to mollify.

"Hah…I don't know about that," you scoff and nuzzle his throat. "I'm more focused on panicking that telling you all of that scared the shit out of you," you blurt out honestly, feeling heat rise to the back of your neck. "As if I haven't done enough to scare you off already…"

Javi surprises you by sitting up and gazing down at you like you're utterly insane. "Are you serious? If anything, knowing all that just makes it absolutely official: I am so fucking in love with you," is his gruff, husky purr that curls velvety arousal across you, and when he confidently caresses your cheek and declares, "You're my fierce, badass bravita," before brushing his lips covetously over yours? You feel undone and aflutter.

You kiss him with passionate thrill, love beaming in your chest and singing in your veins. There was so much you'd omitted – skipped over for the sake of giving him the most detached version of events, but you don't fixate on that. Instead, you revel in being engulfed in this pure feeling, curled into Javier and feeling the safest you've ever been. The reverent kisses you brush over his features before you card your fingers into his hair and rub soothing circles into his scalp have him leaning heavily into you, relishing your sweetness.

"I wish I could've just been with you…just safe with you," you docilely mumble, closing your eyes and pushing all melancholy away – not wanting ghosts and regrets from your past to hang over you now.

Javier's brow furrows, full lips fighting the frown your timid utterance pulls over his features. "You are now, querida. I'll always protect you," he murmurs and kisses your temple. He wants to add, 'No one will ever hurt you like that again. I love you and will keep you safe, and I'll go after anyone who ever threatens your safety or happiness,' but he feels you melt and stifle a relieved sob of a sigh. So instead, he just holds you and nuzzles you with loving, gentle kisses until he feels you slowly doze off.

He eases out of bed to turn the lights off and retrieve a glass of water he sets on the nightstand for you, just in case. Once he's back under the covers with you, he wraps his arms around you and gets lulled into his own slumber by the soft breaths you puff against his collarbone and the soothing scent of your hair.

The next morning, Javier mercifully doesn't mention the moment of vulnerability. He kisses your shoulder after you sit up and greedily chug the water on the nightstand, and while you get ready for work, he affectionately brushes his touch over you. Serenely, you smile and squeeze him back, but you can't help internally harp on whether you should've revealed such a sordid story. After all, only a few people knew of it, and even less heard the specifics. You hoped and fretted that it wasn't going to be something that bothered him over time, when he was alone with his thoughts to pick it apart. Would he think less of you for having stayed? Could it cause him to question whether to be with you?

Would he reconsider his plan – change his mind about wanting to build a life together with you?

Covertly, Javi is watching you pensively brush your hair in the mirror hanging over his dresser while he shrugs on his blazer. You both had gone through the normal morning routine so far. Woken up spooning while the alarm clock blared. Taken a shower together. Your smile had been serene and dreamy the whole time, giggling when he'd kissed you and herded you playfully out of bed and into the bathroom, gaze crinkling affectionately when he'd pulled your oversized shirt off. Hell, you'd even snorted a bossy sound and shoved him out of the bathroom so you could quickly use it and jump in the shower to ensure you were fresh when he sauntered in. You'd been vivacious and sultry as you touched him and got him off before he retaliated expertly with his talented fingers. So, it wasn't until you'd finished brushing your teeth and ducked your head when he hitched over the vanity to concentrate on shaving that his stare wandered over and noticed.

It's plainly hidden in your gorgeous strength, countenance smooth as marble. Doubt.

He sees unrest in your ruminating gaze. A tension not unlike the lonesome worry he'd seen that time in the jeep, before he'd been rotated out of Colombia. While you're fastening the earrings from yesterday into your earlobes, Javier decides you must be winding yourself up reproachfully about last night. He's about to break the tension when his own id is circumvented by his superego.

Every single time you were a callous, possessive, envious asshole? Were you any better than the motherfucker who hurt her?

The pang of self-loathing splinters like brittle bone into his most fledging parts – the ones he'd been working on cultivating to be worthy of earning you back. Javier thinks of how he's behaved in the past, especially in regards to his jealous streak, and it roils him to know he'd subjected you to it after the infuriating and terrifying things you'd told him last night.

You're just finishing with your blush and about to apply your lipstick when you notice Javi go still in the reflection, so you turn and begin to query, "Something wrong—?"

He looks at you then, and you're taken aback by the fervor of something tumultuous and ardent in his molten gaze as he strides over and pulls you into his arms before bringing you to sit across his lap when he plunks himself down at the corner of the bed. Cupping your cheek and staring resolutely into your startled expression, Javi murmurs, "Did I ever scare you?"

Shocked, your semblance loses any marble stoicism, eyes blazing and plush lips slackening in confusion. "What? No, of course not," you retort, brows furrowing as you exclaim questioningly, "Why would you ever think that, Javier?"

His expression shutters in, embarrassed. "I-I just…whenever I got – the times I got jealous, or when we'd argue…I wasn't sure if how I behaved had scared you," he fumbles sullenly, tone dipping low as he mutters, "Whenever I lost my temper—"

He's so tangled up that he doesn't realize your expression is blossoming from confusion to absolute adoration. It quickly dawns on you that he's comparing your relationship to the one you'd divulged to him last night – that he's finding fault in himself and drawing loathsome parallels to how your ex had behaved and treated you.

Amazed, you caress his cheek and cut in, "Javi, you are the best man I've ever been with. You've never done anything that could ever compare to the hellish toxic bullshit I put up with from Roman."

Disarmed, Javier stares at you and tenses at the declaration.

Seeing his coffee-brewed eyes crinkle while his mouth presses in tightly in surly tension, you continue with conviction, "The only time I've ever been scared was that night when Danvers accosted me. And even then, it was being scared for you, you dope. You think a few furious blowups and shouting matches – all of which, I might add, mostly riled me up or turned me on – ever scared me?" Pausing when his expression melts into comical intrigue, you snicker and cup his jaw affectionately while you purr, "You, Javier Felipe Peña, are the love of my life. I've never been happier, and more hopeful than I feel right now, being with you."

He exhales noisily at that and rests his forehead against yours. "So you're saying I've not been an asshole—" he begins to drawl musingly.

"Oh, no – you've been an asshole for sure," you interject glibly and purse your lips cheekily before continuing, "But in no way, shape, or form have you ever been a fucking sadistic bastard, or a motherfucking gaslighting scumbag."

He blows a raspberry at that and loops his arms to encircle your waist and pin you to him. "Thanks?" he quips, so you lightly shove him at his shoulder, snickering a deriding sound at that. "So then…what's got you all uneasy?" Javier asks, humming when you hesitate. "C'mon, I saw how faraway you got…talk to me, querida."

Deflating, you drape your arms around his shoulders and lean into him. "I was just…I kept worrying that after last night, you'd think differently of me – of wanting to pursue things. I just, I guess I worried it would make you think twice about wanting to be with me…" you confide haltingly, the anxiety crackling in your chest.

Javier encircles his arms tightly around you and heavily sighs after nuzzling your temple. "Jeez…we're both fucking neurotic."

You laugh out, exhilarated by his acerbic, albeit seemingly accurate quip. He laughs too, and you both just shed the self-conjured angst in favor for the wonderful grace of being so in love and on the same page about your feelings.

Once your mirth eases, Javi cups your jaw and nuzzles a kiss into the apple of your other cheek. "My feelings for you haven't changed, mi amor. I told you last night: I'm seriously fucking in love with you. Shit, I'm proud of you," he tells you with confidence, brown eyes warm and smile brazen when he adds, "I've never wanted to be with anyone more in my life."

Overcome, you literally cling to Javier as you kiss him silly, all your yearning, delight, lust, and elation sparking like wild fireworks in your chest and zinging into your tissue to swell in your bones.

By the time you've both finished making out like two love-struck teens, there isn't enough time to have breakfast, so you hurriedly yank your leather kitten heels on and shrug into your blazer while Javi fusses with his tie and scrambles to arrange all his belongings onto his person. You grab your lunches out of the fridge, snag your purse and tote, and herd him to the door when he doddles around in search for the set of keys you're slapping into his palm impishly.

"I'm fucking slammed today, so I won't be able to do coffee," he's telling you while he locks up. "I should be done by 7pm, though, so I'll make dinner—"

You grab his hand when he starts leading the way down the hallway towards the elevator. "Nope. I'll make dinner," you chime convivially, giving his palm a squeeze when he grunts. "Alright, let's make a deal then. The first one home, cooks. Fair?"

Javi's chest puffs out. Home.

"You got a deal, cariño," he rumbles warmly and smirks when you pull him into the open elevator and steal a kiss from his lips before hitting the button for the garage level. "But when it comes to dessert? I get to pick," he flirts as the doors shut. "And dessert might be an activity, most nights."

You chuckle provocatively at that. "As you wish, mi patrón," you sensually purr and suckle a kiss into his neck, just above his collar.

Javi groans, "Fuck, you sexy atrevida," and kisses you all the way down to the garage, where you begrudgingly have to stride briskly to your cars and part ways with a farewell peck on the lips before hustling to work.

Neither of you know that your loving respite is about to be jostled by very unexpected sources, so you simply look forward to being your best selves who're buzzing with anticipation of being curled up in each other's arms very soon.

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Read Chapter 25: Heightened

Spanish-English Glossary:

Corazón = Heart; pet name to signify how deeply you love someone

Buenos días, mi patrón = Good morning, my master/boss

Atrevido/Atrevida = Daring man/Daring woman

Cariño = darling/sweetheart

Jodón = pain in the ass

Beyako pervertido = Perverted horny/naughty guy

Guapita = Sassy/foxy/daring/testy lady

Fresco = a guy who's being 'fresh', or naughty/pervy

Hermosa = beautiful

Tierna = Tender (female)

Mi amor = My love

Querida/querido = Affectionate term, akin to expressing one's want and desire

Chavón = a man that's pestering you

Gruñón = Grumpy man

Lo veo luego, mi patrón = See you later, my master

Traviesa = Naughty/Mischievous girl

Coqueto = Tease (male); a flirt

La casa de los espíritus = The House of Spirits

Bravita= Tough girl; feisty girl

Guapito = Handsome (said in an affectionate diminutive)

Preciosa = Gorgeous; precious

Tengo hambre, mi patrón = I'm hungry, my master

Que atrevida traviesa eres = What a naughty daring girl you are

Amogolla'o (Amogollado) = Puerto Rican slang for lumpy, mushy rice; overcooked rice

Caldero = Cauldron; rice pot

Malcriada/malcriado = Brat/spoiled

Mi directora = My director (female)

Caripela'o = Puerto Rican slang for a shameless get over

Sinvergüenza = Puerto Rican slang for someone shameless; a scoundrel

Galán = handsome

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Awake

Bakugo x Reader (duh)

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A/n: Had a full on mental breakdown yesterday. Tried to sleep tonight. Couldn’t. Wrote this instead. I listened to Rain Clouds by The Arcadian Wolf while writing it and it’s the song that’s referenced in this. I could link it but I’m lazy and depressed so I’m not gonna *dabs sadly*. Anyway here’s a comfort Fic I guess.?

Bakugo: Hey

(2:38AM): uh…hey?

Bakugo: You up?

(2:39 AM): clearly… clearly I’m up Bakugo. Why are you?

Bakugo: Can't sleep.

(2:39 AM): oh. I’m sorry.

Bakugo: Come outside?

(2:40 AM): like outside outside?

Bakugo: What other outside would there fucking be?

(2:41 AM): don’t curse at me stupid. I meant the balcony? Or are we going for a walk or something?

Bakugo: Fine. Nevermind. Forget I asked.

…

…

…

Bakugo: Balcony.

(2:52 AM): gimme five to put on pants.

Bakugo: Ok

(2:52 AM): folk or classical?

Bakugo: Ugh neither.

(2:53 AM): neither wasn’t an option shit head. Pick one.

Bakugo: Whatever you played last time. It helped me feel far away.

(2:54AM): Folk it is.

You put your phone down, the light dying and drawing you back into the darkness of your room. It’s quiet, you can hear him rustling on the other side of the wall, hear the balcony door slide open in his apartment next door and then shut.

You sit in bed for a moment, your heart the only thing thrumming in your ears as you take a deep breath. The city is quiet for the first time in a long time. There are no cars on the street, no sirens, just the sleepy lazy sound of the wind blowing and alley cats slinking through the garbage filled alleyways.

Then you get up, grab a pair of sweatpants and exchange the large holey t-shirt you’re wearing for a comfy but secure cami top. You search around your room for the little Bluetooth speaker and pause when your eyes fall on your acoustic guitar. You smile to yourself, it's perfect. You’ve been thinking about the song, the chords should be easy enough to grasp, and the words have been drifting around your head for days now.

You grab your phone to send him another quick text.

(2:58AM): Change of plans. The roof.

He doesn’t hesitate.

Bakugo: Ok.

He’s up on the roof of your city apartment building before you are, gazing out at the city lights , the moon in the sky blazing white shimmering light through his ash blond locks. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge your presence when you land delicately on your toes and deactivate your air quirk. He’s wearing a red tank top, must’ve had to change out of the usual black one he wears to bed from all the sweat. His shoulders look broad and you can see the scars rippling down the muscles of his arms.

“Took you long enough, even with your floaty little air quirk,” he taunts, back still to you.

“And yet you’re still here,” you quip back, rolling your eyes and grabbing a crate to sit on. You pull another over and plop it down across from you the same time he turns to join you on the other crate. He has dark circles under his eyes, there’s still a gleam of sweat shimmering on his jaw and neck. He watches in anticipation as you ready the guitar on your leg and hook your arm over it, expert fingers finding the correct chords to strum a lovely tune.

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, gesturing to the guitar. You smile down at the guitar, concentrating on the correct note in your mind to start the song.

“It’s a nice night,” you murmur, eyes still focused on the instrument on your lap.

The muttered “It is now,” is swallowed by the sound of you strumming the strings softly diving into the tune as you rock back and forth. You close your eyes and hear Bakugo take a deep calming breath in and out before you start singing the lyrics.

I'm being frightened by the people

They look at me like I'm a scar upon their perfect skin

Perfect to only them

I'm being shadowed by my past

Reminding me of what I was and what I could become

My sins should stay where they belong

The wind is blowing gently and you can smell Bakugo’s sweet scent on the breeze. His crisp pine scented body wash mixes with his smoky sweet scent and it almost feels like the two of you are sitting around a campfire. Your voice drifts dreamily over the lyrics, enunciating the words and basking in the ease of the notes while putting your own lovely spin on it.

Listen to my voice

Close your frightened eyes

Hide behind my love for you

Fear's only a choice

One that we all must make some day

So know you're not alone in this

It’s clear and strong like a bell, punctuating every phrase with meaning that sits in Bakugo’s core and makes his heart do that weird thing where it’s fluttering but also extremely tranquil at the same time. When you end the song and finally open your eyes, he’s looking at you incredulously.

“How do you do that?”

“Hmm?” you say, placing the guitar against a huge wooden pallet gently.

“How do you fucking do that? Every time. It’s fucking creepy.”

“You mind elaborating, dummy? I’m not a mind reader.”

“Coulda fooled me,” he grunts, rolls his eyes and folds his arms, pouting.

You roll your eyes before chuckling and answer the question you already know he’s asking. “Somewhere out there. Someone has made a song for every feeling you’ve ever felt. So I won’t take credit for that.”

“But you show them to me.”

“Yes,” you say this as if it’s an obvious statement.

“And play them for me.”

“Yes.” Again, another obvious statement. Why wouldn’t you play them for him. It’s why the two of you are here. Right?

“And make them….ya know… sound good and shit,” he says, stuttering over the words as his cheeks and ears start to turn pink.

You smirk, “You can say I sound pretty. I won’t tell anyone you said it,” you tease.

“Tch. Idiot.”

There’s a beat of silence, you’re lost in your thoughts staring up at the starry sky before you look at him again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to even if I say no.”

“Correct. Why do you text me when it happens? Why me?”

He shrugs his shoulders, looks away sheepishly and doesn’t meet your questioning gaze. "Don't know.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow, “Yes you do”

He sighs, holds out a hand to gesture as if it’s obvious. Why would you be asking this? Especially after the many nights the two of you have done this. “Just feels right I guess. And after we talk I can go back to sleep just fine.”

“You realize what that is right?” You lean in closer to him, elbows on your thighs, chin in your hands. “That’s called trusting someone.”

“Sure I guess.”

Another beat of silence and then a long winded sigh from you, one that definitely says “I’m tired of this” and it makes a shiver of fear run up his spine.

“Look Bakugo. I’m not usually one that skates around feelings. And as much as I enjoy late night jam sessions or sneaking out and gazing at the moon with you until you feel ok enough to sleep, I…”

He holds his breath, “What?”

“Hmm…” you have a finger up to your chin in the universal thinking pose.

His heartbeat picks up and his fingers start to fiddle in the pocket of his sweatpants. “Fucking what? You just said you don’t skate around feelings so what?”

You frown at him, “Hold your flippin’ horses I’m thinkin’ first.”

“‘Flippin’ horses?’ You’re such a weirdo.”

And now you’re glaring. "Speaking of thinking before speaking. You should try it.”

“Fuck you.” There’s no hostility to it and he knows you know it.

“Very original. ANYWAY, I was going to say despite your constant attitude and constant shouting, I still really like hanging out with you. So I’d like to not only hang out at…”you pull your phone from your pocket and gaze at the tiny blue screen, “4 AM”

Another pause as he processes his elation. He’s happy you’re not telling him this is the last time. But this isn’t the hard part. “Ok.”

You squint suspiciously. “I mean it.”

“So do I.”

“Then say it aloud to me,” you challenge.

This is the hard part.

He takes a few deep breaths and then… “I don’t wanna be just friends with you. I don’t know what any of that shit even means. All the stupid lovey dovey shit Raccoon Ey-”

“Ashido.”

It’s his turn to glare. “Fine, Ashido talks about all the time. All I know is no one talks to me the way you do. And I always feel calm around you. Calmer than usual. I always wanna hang out more with the idiots when you’re around to hang out with them too.”

You smile but hide it behind your fingertips. He doesn’t look finished so you nod to encourage him to finish.

“And I don't know what it is. But whenever I wake up from the fucking …” He doesn’t say the word “nightmare”. He struggles with it like if he says it he’s surrendering to weakness or something. “Whenever I wake up the only thing I think of is you. Wishing you were there, like a fucking idiot. But it never goes away, not until I text you and I see you and I hear your voice.” His head is in his hands, like he’s ashamed to admit this to you.

It’s quiet again, some cars from below have started bustling on the street. The morning wind carries his scent and the city's waking smells of coffee and fresh baked bread. You stand quietly and walk over to him, head still hanging in his hands as he crouches over on the crate.

You hug him, force yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his head. And at first he stiffens but he doesn’t pull away from you or move out of your grasp. He just sits there with his arms hanging limply at his sides,eyes wide, and your arms wrapped around his head. His ear is pressed against your chest, listening to the city waking around you. You're warm and you smell impossibly good and he knows this is what he craves when he wakes up from those terrifying nightmares. Your embrace is the cure.

“I like being here. I like being there for you.”

Then his arms move up to wrap around your waist and he hugs you back and sighs into your chest. He stays there for at least 10 minutes listening to the steady beating of your heart.

And then he quietly mutters, “Thanks.”

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[dragon-kazansky]

Shy smiles | Helmut Zemo

Requested by anon

Honestly, he was utterly in love with everything about you. You were so different to everyone else he knew. Much more shy. It was rather sweet actually.

It was obvious from the beginning. You found it hard to hold eye contact with him, became flustered when he approached you. He didn't push it though. Zemo was a gentleman, he wasn't going to put you into a situation you clearly weren't comfortable in. He introduced himself and let you be.

He could see you relax after he left. He smiled.

Zemo kept an eye on you. This job was going to require a lot meeting people and probably being shot at. The least he could do was make sure you didn't do anything you weren't happy doing.

You seemed to notice he was keeping an eye on you. He caught your shy glances, smirking everytime you saw him looking. You would turn away so quickly, looking embarrassed.

Though you were a little more comfortable in the company of Sam and Bucky, you still kept to yourself, and Zemo respected that.

When things got a bit rocky in Madripoor, Zemo came over to you.

"Stay close to me."

You nodded. You followed his lead, even followed him when he broke off from Sam and Bucky. That caught him by surprise. Still, he looked after you.

You weren't all that comfortable with going into Sharon's club. Zemo heard you tell Bucky you were staying behind. Out of ear shot, he pulled Bucky to the side.

"You go, I'll stay with Y/N."

Bucky was hesitant to allow that, but he also didn't want you to be alone here. He looked at the way Zemo was looking back at the apartment.

"Alright, but if you try anything, I'm punching you with my metal arm, got it?"

Zemo nodded, chuckling as he did. Bucky left him to join up with Sam. Zemo went back into the apartment.

You were sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you. You had a notepad out, doodling in it.

Zemo sat down in the empty space beside you. The movement startled you as you didn't see him come over. You assumed he had gone down to the party below.

"I apologise for scaring you."

You offered him a small smile. "It's fine."

"What are you drawing?" He nods at your book.

You hold it up so he can see what you were doing. The page was full of little doodles. A cartoon cat, a little flower, a little doodle of Bucky which made him chuckle.

"You're quite the little artist."

"Not really." You give a shrug and start doodling something else.

"You did quite well today."

You bite the inside of your cheek and glance very quickly at him.

"I just followed you."

"Still, you handled yourself quite well. I don't remember you from before, are you new to their group?"

"Kind of. I've known Sam a while. I kind of know who you are."

"Kind of?"

Zemo was beyond thrilled you were talking to him. You were focusing on your drawing, but at least you were talking to him.

"I heard about you. What you did."

"I see."

"I wasn't there when Sokovia fell. I saw it on the news. I'm sorry for your loss," you glanced at him again.

"Thank you."

He was still looking at you. You looked back down at your book again quickly. You moved your legs and got a bit more comfortable, shifting closer to Zemo, but not on purpose.

"Do you like it?" You showed him your book.

Zemo chuckles.

"Is that me?"

"Supposed to be."

A little cartoon Zemo, coat and all, was staring back at him. You were very good.

"I like it."

You smiled and put the book down. You took a deep breath, trying to summon some courage to look at him longer than 2 seconds. He was a very handsome man, you couldn't deny that. He made you feel a lot more shy than usual.

Having a crush on this man probably wasn't your wisest move, but you couldn't exactly take it back now.

You looked at him. He was still looking at you.

"You're really smart."

You cursed yourself for saying that. You felt so awkward and out of place. You really wanted to talk to him, but you just sounded silly.

"Thank you."

"I mean, it wasn't exactly cool what you did, splitting up the Avengers, but at the same time, you didn't even fight them, you got them to fight each other. That's insane!" You can't stop the words from tumbling out.

Zemo leans back against the sofa and smiles at you.

"You sound impressed."

"I kind of am, but also not."

"I don't blame you."

You bite your cheek again, wondering what else to say to him. You felt proud that you had managed to say most if that, but now you were in a predicament again.

Your could feel your heart racing.

It was as if, all of a sudden, you realised just how close you were to him now. You could smell his aftershave, hear his slight breaths, almost feel how close his hand was to your knee.

Your cheeks felt hot again. You looked down at your lap. You could feel his eyes on you again.

Damn it.

Did he know he was affecting you this way? Did the Baron know he was super handsome and was making you feel flustered?

You felt him tuck some hair behind your ear.

He chuckled softly.

"You're quite cute when you're shy."

You let out a small little noise. You're not sure if he heard it or not, but you definitely made a noise.

His fingers went from your ear to your cheek. The touch was soft. He wasn't wearing his gloves so you could feel the warmth of his skin. He was being so gentle with you.

You resist leaning into his touch. If anything, you're to embarrassed to do anything but turn away.

Your hear him chuckle.

Zemo drops his hand and shifts a little so he's more comfortable. You chance a glance. He looks a lot more relaxed now. His eyes are still on you. He was always looking at you.

Your poor heart couldn't handle that.

"I might... just go to bed." You stand up and gather your book. Zemo doesn't move. His eyes follow you as shuffle out of the room.

You hear him chuckle again before you leave.

Zemo remains sitting there, relaxed, feeling happy you spoke more than a few words to him. He wasn't blind, he knew exactly what effect he had over you. He was flattered. You were sweet, lovely, talented. He would happily spoil you rotten if he could.

He heard shuffling. You had only been gone less than 10 minutes. He smiled.

You shuffled back into the room with a blanket. You seemed almost startled to see him, as if you didn't expect him to still be there.

"Are you coming in?" He asks.

"I uh..."

He waves you over. You walk slowly, eyes on him, but not on his face. You can't look into his eyes for long, even though you want to. You sit down next to him and drape the blanket over your legs.

"I thought you were going to bed."

"I was... but then you would be alone," you mutter, hoping he wouldn't actually hear you.

He did.

He smiles. One arm drapes around the back of the sofa where you're sitting. Though he's not touching you, you can feel the presence of his hand hanging near your head.

You're trying so hard not to touch him.

"I don't mind the company," he says, speaking so softly.

You relax a little.

The silence that settles is nice. You can't think of anything to say to him, and though you expected it to be awkward, it wasn't. All you can hear is his gentle breathing and the slight shuffle of his clothes when adjusts his seating position.

It becomes a little hard to keep your eyes open. Zemo can see you trying. He doesn't want you staying up for his sake. His arm lowers to drape around your shoulders and pull you into his side.

All of a sudden you're feeling wide awake. Your head is resting on his shoulder, his arm tucked around you. Your heart was going crazy, you wondered if he could hear it.

"Sleep."

You swallow thickly. How could you possibly sleep now?

Yet, you felt ever so comfortable against him. Zemo was being so nice to you, though this wasn't helping the silly little crush you had developed on the man. There was so much wrong with this scenario, but this would probably be the only chance you got to be like this with him. Closing your eyes, you tried your best to relax.

Zemo was over the moon when you finally fell asleep. This meant you trusted him, at least enough to keep you safe.

He closed his eyes.

That's how Sam and Bucky found you both when they came back later that night. You fast asleep against Zemo, who had also fallen asleep at some point. The sight was strange to say the least, and though Bucky wanted to move you, Sam told him to leave you.

Zemo wasn't going to do anything. Not to you. Especially since you've let him in. Sam knew this was s big deal, and he was proud, despite it being with Zemo, that you had reached out to another person.

An unlikely friendship indeed.

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[pennyl4n3]

The Pool

*Taking a deep breath*

Well well well, this is my first fanfic (or should I say second or third? Btw, this one came to a conclusion) and I've never been much into writing, but Duskwood and all of you fantastic people in the fandom here brought me to this. I hope you like it, and of course I look forward to your comments and feedback.

Pairing: Jake x MC

Contents: Angst, Sadness, Fluff, Romance

It had been three months since his last contact with her. He'd had to disappear from the radar, the government breathing down his neck. Every day he fought the urge to write to her; he couldn't risk putting her in danger. He couldn't even risk reading her conversations at the moment, so he was as blind as she was.

He didn't know where she was, if she was okay, if she was mad at him, though after all this time he imagined she was. The last time they had written to each other she was in Duskwood and he had every intention of finally catching up with her. Things hadn't gone as planned unfortunately, and the deal he was trying to make with the government had fallen through, forcing him to become a fugitive again.

He was exhausted, he was free and yet he felt imprisoned in an endless loop. Ever since he had met her he had realized how heavy his condition was to bear, how much he missed talking to someone in person, how much he longed to get out without having to disguise himself. He wanted to move, to run, to be outside, and above all else he wanted to run to her, and hold her, look into her eyes, tell her in his voice how much he missed her.

While he was lost in these thoughts he scrolled through their last conversations, rereading every word and every comma. At one point he found the conversation in which they had talked about one of MC's great passions, swimming. He barely knew how to float, he had never had a chance to learn it as a child, and on that occasion he had promised himself he would try it someday. MC had told him about a public pool in her hometown that was easy to get into at night through a gate with a broken lock. She had gone there many times, when she needed to relieve her nerves and to be alone. Suddenly Jake felt the urge to see that pool, and set about finding it. Amazingly it was a couple of blocks from where he was hiding, the next step was to check the security cams near the building and along the way. He could do it without too much difficulty, and he really needed to get some air and some purpose, so he slipped on his sweatshirt, pulled on his hood and mask, and set off.

He arrived within minutes, constantly looking around. The streets were practically empty, but caution was never too much. The pool was a low building, all on one level. Mentally following MC's directions he managed to find the little gate, behind some bushes. It was still broken, unbelievable. Curiosity was stronger than him and he continued towards the entrance. His footsteps echoed in the hall, as he went down the few steps that led directly to the pool floor, the smell of chlorine filled his nostrils. Even though it was night he could see almost all of the interior well, thanks to the huge windows that almost reached the ceiling and let in the illumination of the street lamps, just as MC had told him.

He sat on the steps and stayed there for a while, lost in his imagination, even though he had never seen MC, enjoying that moment of peace, and trying to imagine her doing something that made her feel good...

A noise outside startled him, he ran off the steps and flattened himself against the wall. He waited in silence, his nerves on edge, his heart in his throat, his eye searching for possible alternatives escape routes. another metallic noise, and the angry meows of two cats fighting each other. Jake breathed a sigh of relief but waited vigilantly for a while longer before heading for the exit with shaking legs. When he returned to his shelter, he promised himself he would never try it again, but that was not to be. He returned there two more nights, until he decided to get a swimsuit and try swimming.

And so Jake found himself inside the pool, scared and unsure at first, but after a few minutes he began to feel the benefit of being in the water, the lightness provided by its support. He knew it wouldn't last long, but he continued to go there as many nights as he could. He would return to his hut tired but satisfied, and he could even get a decent night's sleep.

One evening he was trying to swim as usual when he heard a female voice saying jokingly, "well, I thought I was the only one who knew this place, but apparently not." Jake froze, almost having a heart attack. He was in the water, there was no way to escape. He drew a deep breath, thinking that it was anyway dark enough, and that his features weren't clearly visible, and decided to try not to look too suspicious. "Yeah, apparently not" he replied, trying to keep his voice from shaking. The girl smiled, or so it seemed to him, and continued, "I guess you like to be here alone, just like I usually do, but I could really use a swim tonight. I'll go in the back lane, I swear I won't bother you. Is that okay?" "O-oh yeah, yeah, go ahead," Jake mumbled, trying to hide his face as much as possible, and stood watching her as she made her way to the other side of the pool, still shocked that there was another human being in the same room as him. He realized that he was staring in her direction, and decided to start swimming again. After a while he stopped, out of breath and with tired arms, and saw that the girl instead was still swimming, at a brisk pace, and giving no sign of wanting to stop. He got out of the water and sat on the steps, wrapped in his towel, trying to catch his breath. Watching her was hypnotic, she moved with fluid movements, slow and steady. He wondered if MC swam like that too. How he wished he could have written to her to tell her he was swimming, or at least trying to, and to thank her for letting him discover this wonderful new experience as well. Since he had met her, his life had taken on a new light, where before only greyness and despair reigned.

His phone made a sound, bringing him back to reality. It was time to go home. He dressed quickly and headed for the exit, he didn't want to interrupt the girl's concentration, and he didn't intend to introduce himself, so better that way. Once back at the shelter he went back to work on his laptop, while eating a sandwich. Concentration continued to leave him that night, however, as the encounter with the stranger had brought him back to MC in a big way.

He returned to the pool the next evening, yearning to tire himself out and find some peace of mind. Once he got to the door he heard the sound of water coming from inside, he carefully pushed his way across the threshold, trying to figure out who was there and was relieved to see that it was again the girl he met the night before. He walked over to his side of the pool and removed his clothes as he cast furtive glances at her. He dove into the water and began to swim, trying to focus on his breathing, which was the part he struggled with the most. When he emerged with bated breath, he saw the girl standing at the edge of the pool and winced. "Hi, I didn't mean to scare you. I've been watching you swim and I thought I could give you a few tips, if you don't mind" Jake was so amazed and scared that for a few seconds he could only stare at her with his mouth open. "I-I...I don't.... " she giggled softly and shrugged her shoulders "Ok, look, I didn't mean to embarrass you...I'm going back to my lane. If you want it you know you can ask it okay?" And she turned to go back to her lane. "Wait. Yes, please I will gladly accept your help." Jake said. She retraced her steps and squatted down beside the edge of the pool with a smile on her face. "So, first let's start with your upper body, I've noticed that you move it a lot between strokes and that wastes your energy and breath. Try to stand up straighter, your arms and legs do most of the work. Then, every time you pull your arm forward, you can inhale if you feel the need to, and slowly you'll find yourself pulling two strokes, then three, and so on, but don't be in a hurry. If you take care of your technique well, managing your breath will already be easier." Jake was focused on her words and nodded, before turning around and trying again. Following her advice actually felt like he was already doing better. A wave of satisfaction ran through him when he managed to do his usual laps without getting breathless. He emerged smiling and sat on the edge of the pool. She was still there and looked at him approvingly, then asked "Better now, isn't it? "Yes, thank you very much." He answered. "Thanks to you, I'm just back in town but I'm not having much contact with the rest of the world, helping you was a pleasure" "I... I understand, I didn't have much contact lately either". A slightly embarrassed silence fell between them. It was Jake's phone that broke it, by emitting an alarm tone. Jake got up quickly and headed for his bagpack. "I, uh, have to go now, thanks again for your help." She looked at him briefly, nodded, and stepped back. "Oh, yeah, sure, no problem. Well, good night then" and walked back to the pool. "Good night" he replied, and as soon as she turned around, he changed his wet swimsuit with dry clothes and headed quickly to the exit.

As he walked down the street, he wondered if he wasn't risking too much by going to the pool regularly, and by confiding in that unknown girl. He then decided that it would be better to avoid it for a while, even if it was with great regret.

Jake avoided the pool for a few days, but eventually decided to go back. He couldn't wait to get there. As he walked the short distance between his hiding place and the pool, he mentally savored the feel of the water, the smell of the chlorine, the relaxation it gave him to swim until his muscles ached. As always, he sneaked up on the hidden entrance, his senses all out to catch any suspicious movements or noises. That evening, however, he heard no suspicious noises as he entered the large room with the tanks, but a soft sobbing. He listened for a while, trying to distinguish where the crying was coming from. When he spotted the silhouette of the mysterious girl on the steps he felt a tug at his heart, and could not help but go near her.

"Hey, is everything okay?" he said softly.

She looked up with a jolt, and when she recognized him she answered a little annoyed: "What do you think? No, everything is not okay." She immediately realized she had been abrupt, and added in a tone of apology, clutching her knees to her chest: "Sorry, I didn't think you would come, I haven't seen you here in a while and you caught me off guard..." "It's okay, no need to apologize. I guess I interrupted an intimate moment of yours. It's just that hearing you cry made me worried somehow." He replied to her as he blushed, realizing what he had just said. "I-I meant...well I mean, sorry if I m-maybe I embarrassed you, I should probably go and..." hinting back. "No, wait. Please stay. If it's not a problem for you of course. I don't really feel like being alone anymore." she said as she reached out a hand towards him and motioned for him to sit beside her. Jake was tense, the last thing he had expected that night was to find himself consoling the mysterious girl, but he certainly couldn't leave her there alone, she had always been very kind to him and he was sincerely sorry to see her sad. He exhaled a deep breath and went to sit next to her as he pulled a handkerchief from a pocket of his backpack and handed it to her. "Thank you," she said with a smile, "I really appreciate it." For a while an awkward silence descended, during which they both stared at their hands. Suddenly she blurted out "You know, I'm worried about someone, that's why I was crying. I haven't heard from him in a while and I don't know what to think. I'm trying to move on, I promised him, and really, I'm trying so hard, but some days the weight of his absence is so hard to bear that I can barely get out of bed. Whatever I do the thought of him is with me. This is the only place I can find some peace, because swimming empties my mind b-but t-tonight..." her eyes glazed over again as she swallowed, trying to push back the tears. He had listened to her in silence until that moment, respecting her moment of venting, but when he realized she was about to cry again he felt he had to do something, so he passed his left arm behind her back and pulled her to him, gently holding her in an embrace. "I-I can understand it, you know? I promised one person I would move on too. But it's so hard. I want to call her, I want to write her, I want to know how she is doing, where she is...but every day I forbid myself to do that. And I know I owe it to her, because she doesn't deserve to keep feeling bad because of me and my mistakes and..." his voice faded away, as he realized that he was risking to say things he shouldn't have said, he recovered quickly trying to cut it short and not to let the tremor in his voice be heard "...and I understand you, that's it. I miss her so much too."

As they stood in silence, his heart running fast in his chest and he desperately looking for something else to say, he felt her draw back into his embrace and sigh. It felt good to have her in his arms, and feeling her calming down warmed his heart. It had been so long since Jake had touched anyone, not really talked to anyone, hardly remembered what it was like. A little later she said softly, "Thank you. For sharing a little piece of you with me. You don't need to talk about it if you don't feel like it, I understand. It's... " she stopped thoughtfully, "Complicated" finished Jake. "Yes, yes exactly! It's damn complicated. But knowing that someone can understand me makes me feel better." then she turned to him and drew a deep breath, then added, "Well, how about a swim? After all, this is what we both came for." Jake nodded and removed his arm from her shoulders. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He got up from the steps and walked over to the usual little corner where he used to change his clothes, while she headed to her pool lane and dove in. Once he slipped into his swimsuit, Jake entered cautiously, still pensive from that brief but intense exchange of confessions.

He slowly dived down to the bottom and stayed there for a while, still immersed in his thoughts. He had to stop those nightly outings. They were already dangerous in themselves, and now this unknown girl had been added, making him talk too freely. All of his inner alarms were telling him it was time to stop, and it was also time to change hiding places again, even though being so close to a place in MC's heart made him feel closer to her.

A movement to the side of his field of vision brought him out of his thoughts, and out of the pool as well. When he got to his feet he ran a hand over his eyes and pulled his hair back so he could see better, turning to face the source of the movement. He saw her in the aisle next to where he stood, staring at him. "A-are you ok?" said him in an uncertain voice. She giggled and replied, "I was going to ask you the same thing, you weren't coming up out of the water anymore." "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I scared you, I was just... well, reflecting." he replied. She stared at him intently, looking at his black hair, stuck to the sides of his face, and said tilting her head "It's weird you know? You remind me so much of him, the way you behave somehow, I can't actually explain it". Jake blushed and swallowed hard. "I'll take it as a compliment" he replied, and stepped out of the water. "I have to get back. I hope you feel better now." continued, while heading to the bag of dry clothes. She stood staring at him, wondering if she had made him uncomfortable with that confession. When she realised he was about to undress she turned around, blushing. She waited for a while and then sat down on the edge of the bath and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm feeling better, thanks to you. Good night, stranger."

When he arrived to the hut, something alarmed him: some of the boards near the entrance were placed differently than he had left them. He quickly stepped into the shadows and took out his phone to check inside. Two men were sitting at his usual spot, peering at the screens. Jake was quick to slip back downstairs and to reach out his hiding place number two, three doors down. As soon as he was seated, he took his phone out of his jeans pocket and started the hidden cameras. The two men didn't seem to have any idea what they were looking at, and they didn't look like officers either, to be honest. Maybe two thieves? But what kind of thieves would break into an old warehouse with the windows covered by boards? What did they expect to find there? He carefully examined the video images from the cameras he had placed around the rest of the perimeter of the building and saw a couple of policemen in the back. "Fuck!" he whispered through his teeth. He prepared to format everything in the hiding place and stood vigilantly by, watching them alternately. The two intruders were probably hiding from the cops, and risked exposing him. He noticed that there was a car shop next door and decided to create a diversion. He quickly managed to hack into the shop's security system and set it to go off, so that the cops could be sent away. He then logged on to his workstation and simply brought up Nymos, some glitches and the words "intruders detected, defensive protocol activated" on the screens. It was more than enough to send the two of them running for the hills.

He sighed with relief, letting himself down on the makeshift mattress behind him. He stayed like that for a while as he listened to his heartbeat return to a normal rhythm, his adrenaline slowly subsiding, his breathing becoming regular. His stomach rumbled, so he reached into his bag and pulled out an energy bar. After an hour or so, he locked the entrance to the main hideout and went back the way he'd come: better stay there for the night. As he settled in for the night, streams of thoughts came over him. He realised that the idea of leaving MC hometown made him feel lost, even though she wasn't there, and it wasn't even certain that she would return. Still, he knew he had to leave, that evening's mishap was another proof of that. There wasn't much to think about really, he had to move again, maybe he'd come back later. He thought of the girl at the pool, of her pain, so familiar. How was it possible that love could always bring so much suffering? He drifted off to sleep with those thoughts in his head, and woke up restless.

The next morning Jake was almost done packing up all of his belongings and ready to go. He wondered if once he was settled into his new hiding place, he would find another pool where he could train undisturbed, so he set about identifying all the potential candidates. How he wished he could have told MC about this! As he scanned the pools and studied their surroundings it occurred to him that he could write her using a disposable phone before leaving. His hands began to shake at the mere thought of being able to write her again. Would she be happy to read it? Maybe she was angry with him. In their last conversation she had told him to at least let her know if he was alive as soon as he could. Before he could think about it too much longer, he stormed out of the room and headed for the first open store. Once he retrieved the disposable phone he went back to the spare hut and slipped into it with all his things. He turned on the phone and prepared it for use.

*??? is online*

Jake:Hello, MC.

Shortly after came the reply

*** MC is online ***

MC:Jake! Are you okay?

Jake:Yes MC, I'm fine. I apologize for not letting you hear from me again, it was too dangerous.

MC:That's okay, I'm so glad to read you now, I kept telling myself that you were definitely fine and that I shouldn't have written you, as promised

Jake felt his palms sweat.

Jake:You know, I've been going swimming lately. At night, on the sly. Your enthusiasm about it convinced me. You were so right MC, it can empty your mind. I wanted so hard to thank you for that.

MC:I went swimming recently too, at night, it kept me from going crazy. Maybe we swam at the same time

Jake: :)

Jake:And do you know where I was? The place you told me about. It was like I felt closer to you

MC squinted her eyes

MC:Jake... you don't mean that place with big windows almost to the ceiling,do you?

Jake:Yes, exactly that.

MC bursted in laugh and shaked her head in disbelief.

MC:And you didn't happen to meet someone? Like a really nice, kind girl who gave you lessons?

Jake felt his knees buckle and had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

Jake:You...

Jake:Was that you?

Butterflies were spreading through his stomach.

MC:So you hugged me the other night! I was crying just for you, and you were there, this is crazy!

MC:Where are you now?

His eyes widened.

Jake:MC me, I was going to leave the town, last night I found intruders in my shelter, it's not safe for me to be here anymore.

For a time that seemed eternal to him there was no sign of life on the other end of the phone.

Jake:MC...

MC:Don't you dare

MC:Don't you dare leaving again. You've been staying here for days, and even allowed yourself to go out almost every night, and you never wrote me anything. Now that we might meet you're starting this again.

MC:We met by accident Jake! Does that seem normal to you???

MC:I'll be waiting there tonight, you better come

***MC is offline***

Jake stared at the phone bewildered. He was terrified. He couldn't believe he had hugged MC the night before. And she was crying, because of him. She was right, he couldn't leave again.

That night he went to the pool, almost running. He sneaked up on the hidden entrance, holding his breath, and went to sit on the steps where he usually rested his backpack. A short time later he saw her walk in and head towards him. It seemed to him that his heart was about to explode. He stood up and walked over to her. They both found themselves running to cover the final distance that separated them. They hugged each other tightly, and stayed that way, without speaking for who knows how long. Neither of them wanted to untie the embrace, as if to do so meant to lose themselves again.

At the end MC pulled back a little to look him in the eyes, and said, "I was beginning to think this moment would never come" "And instead we found each other without even knowing it" he replied chuckling. She blushed and rose on tiptoe to give him a light kiss on the lips.

"Shall we go for a swim?" she told him with a mischievous grin. "Sure. I've been taking lessons" he replied as he began to undress.

[delaware-lemme-smash]

Wait, my favorite blog has their asks OPEN? 👀 This has to be christmas! 🤣 No but srsly I love ur blog! 🥺 Can I request Aizawa with their female s/o who is having a panic attack? Just him calming her down and some fluff! 😍 I am currently panicking due to stress and ughh I would be super grateful for this ask! 🥺 Thank you and don't forget to drink lots of water! And eat fruits too! 🤣🥰

Hello, sweetheart, I fast-tracked this to the top of my list. I hope it helps in some small way. And thank you! I have some bloo-berries.

(I’m not going to include any specific triggers, just Aizawa comforting and helping. I focused more on the comforting physical sensations. <3)

TW: Description of panic attack

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

It’s not logical, to suddenly feel like you’re about to die. 

It can be anywhere, anytime. Work, watching TV, taking a bath. Something flips that fight-or-flight switch in your brain and suddenly you’re drowning in the middle of the kitchen, staring at a burning pan of sauce.

When you first met him, you half-expected Shouta to scoff at things like this. Hardly rational, is it?

The faint scent of burning tickles his nose. It takes him a moment to notice, eyes gritty as he fills in Yaoyoruzu’s end-of-semester report. But then Shouta turns from his laptop, student files going ignored as the smell gets stronger.

“Hm?”

You have your back to him, one hand still holding a wooden spoon like you’ve forgotten what it’s for. He only has to see the sharp rise and fall of your shoulders to know whats going on. 

His priorities shift on a dime, and he gets to his feet. Mochi circles his ankles as he steps into the kitchen area, purring and hoping this means it’s time for dinner. He nudges her away with his foot, gently laying a hand on your wrist. 

“Hey, I’m here.”

He unfurls your fingers and takes the spoon, dumping it in the pan and moving the sauce off the stovetop. As much as he wants to reassure you, safety first. Your hands are clammy in his, shaking against his warm, rough palms as he leads you toward the couch. Slowly, step by step, because your body isn’t listening to reason right now.

Panic attacks don’t look like the movies. You both agree on that. Neither of you have ever clutched your chest and gasped “I’m having a panic attack!” If he offered you a paper bag to breathe into, you’d probably smack him with it.

“Let’s sit down.”

It’s you who sits, sinking into the couch on numb legs. Shouta’s knees pop as he crouches down in front of you. He lets out a rueful grunt. Another time you’d make a crack about how he’s getting old; he’d agree with you.

“You’re safe,” he says, even though he knows your brain and body are screaming otherwse. “You’re not sick. No-one’s going to hurt you.”

His voice has been called monotone before, but it’s perfect for these kinds of situations. Low and soothing. Maybe it will trick something in your racing mind.

“It’s just you, me, and the cat.”

As if on cue, the tiny beast, which has no tact whatsoever, mews piteously from the kitchen. 

“Ignore her,” Shouta grumbles. “Keep breathing. Not too deep.”

Slow, shallow breaths, his hands squeezing yours on each inhale. He’s almost too good at this. Knows not to crowd you, not to fuss. He’s a stolid rock you can crash against until the waves calm.

You try to apologise once or twice, and are rebuffed. Slowly, it passes. Airways open, pulse slows, feeling returns to your fingers and toes with a vengeance. You’re spent, like you’ve run a race. The sweat cools on your skin and you finally let go of his hands, your own aching. You didn’t realise how hard you’ve been gripping. Shouta massages your wrists, working on the bloodflow. 

“Dinner’s ruined.” 

It’s a bland observation, but the only concrete thing you can think of right now. 

With a grunt, Shouta dumps himself on the couch, hooking an arm around you and sandwiching you into his side. Warmth seeps into you by osmsosis, and his sigh breezes across the top of your head. You’re exhausted, and for what?

“We’ll get takeout.”

“Okay.”

“Fried chicken?” he suggests.

“Sure.”

Your head droops onto his shoulder. He doesn’t seem to mind. The weight of his rests against your temple. Two small paws appear on your knee, just before Mochi springs herself up into your lap, miffed at being left out. Her fur is soft, silky and warm under your hands. Shouta’s voice vibrates through you when he speaks.

“Swooping in at the last minute to take all the credit,” he criticizes the cat. “You only came because you heard ‘chicken’.”

[benedictscanvas]

sage-coloured glasses - spencer reid x reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: This is just a barrel of soft cardigans thrown in your face, with just the smallest mention of nightmares

A/N: This is technically a 2nd part to ‘a shared heart’, but there are only vague mentions of it and this can easily be read on its own. I simply wanted some soft Spence in his natural habitat and I hope this can be of some comfort to you too, if you’re in need of it <3

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His hair was oh-so-soft underneath your fingertips but the thought felt forbidden. You hadn’t expected him to have soft hair. It always looked soft, yes, the small, unruly strands that he regularly curled behind his ear looked like the fluffy hair of a man who felt most at home in a library and wore cardigans. But in the line of work you were in, you were used to things having hard edges and sharp corners.

Not Spencer’s hair. It delivered on its visual promise as you slowly wove your fingers through the strands and tattooed the memory of them into your skin, let it sink into your very bones. When his head had hit your lap on your flight back home with a murmured question of permission, it had been like a magnet. Your hand was in his hair before you even gave him your answer, but it was an answer in itself.

“‘Course, Spence.”

A reassurance. His only response was a grateful hum as he tucked his legs up onto the sofa and you shuffled to make as much room for him as you could. You were slightly falling off the end of the sofa, getting cramp in your toes as you put your weight into your left foot to keep yourself in place. The armrest was digging into your hip and it should have been uncomfortable.

And yet, it wasn’t. Not when you lightly scritch-scratched at his scalp and he turned further into you, the curve of his nose pressing into your knee. Comfort wrapped itself around you like a warm blanket and you could only hope he was swathed in it too.

“Sleep,” you mumbled a few moments later, “I’ll wake you when we land.”

Silence. A rustle of fabric as he brought his arm up from his side, graced your knee with a feather-light squeeze then let his hand rest against your knee, right by his nose. A relieved exhale.

Twenty minutes passed. His breaths were deep and even, bordering on a snore every once in a while. Your fingers hadn’t stilled their dance through his hair, although they had slowed down in time with the rise and fall of his chest. Your neck ached and your heart did too.

Emily crept over with some paperwork after another ten. You reached over and took it with a nod and a smile, grateful that she kept silent too as she returned to her seat next to Derek. There was a little nudging and whispering as she sat back down, Dave turning in his seat to glance back at the two of you sporting a smirk that spoke volumes. No matter, as long as Spencer’s shoulder kept digging into your thigh for the rest of eternity.

It was tricky to complete the paperwork over his head without anything to lean on except your own hand. Another worthwhile sacrifice. Cases like this one were difficult for everyone. It was the type of case that set up camp in your mind in preparation for the nightmares that it would guest star in for the weeks to come. When you relayed that analogy to Spencer a few months ago, he’d laughed. Only someone who understood the feeling could laugh like that.

“Sorry I crashed on you,” Spencer spoke up just as you were forging his signature on a document that you’d all have to sign in time. He’d done it for you before, an unspoken agreement to save each other time.

(it was similar to the unspoken agreement to care when no one else had the time to, or the silent pact to share ‘good morning’ muffins whenever they were available, or the wordless understanding that he was your person and you were his)

You glanced down at him and were surprised to see that he’d rolled to lie on his back, just to stare up at you. Your hand was, embarrassingly, still carding through his hair each time you placed your pen between your teeth to read something through and you couldn’t imagine the angle he was staring from was your most flattering. Still, his eyes sparkled under the overhead aeroplane lights, which you wouldn’t have thought possible. It was likely a matter of perspective.

“Don’t be,” you waved him away, focusing your attention back on the paper in your hand before you gave it all away. Your hand fell limp in his hair, if only because you were too stubborn to remove it. Removing it now, after all, would only be an obvious admission of something you had been failing to hide for months now, “I’ve been told I have a comfy lap.”

“By whom?”

“Cats, mostly.”

He huffed a small laugh that travelled right the way up your spine.

“Cats are intelligent,” he mused quietly, resting his hands on his stomach, one on top of the other. A grounding technique that made you blink, “You can’t be comfortable though, doing paperwork like this.”

“What can I say? I’m a generous person.”

He hummed in lieu of an answer, but you could tell he felt guilty for the position he’d put you in. If only he could see that you were practically hanging off the seat, see the ridge that the armrest was definitely imprinting into your side, then he’d really feel guilty, but of course, that was the last thing you wanted him to feel.

(of course, there was also a part of you that dreamt of apologies whispered into your skin, of fingers skimming over fabric, of delicate kisses pressed to your hip-bone. of a guilt that melts away with each murmured confession of adoration. of a blissful atonement for a sin you’d already forgiven)

“Honestly, Spence, you’re fine. I would’ve moved you if I was uncomfortable.”

And you would have moved by now if you really felt that bad, you thought to yourself, relishing in the fact that he hadn’t moved yet, that you could still feel his gaze on your chin as you pretended to skim over the words on the page, once, twice, once again.

“You want me to take over paperwork duty?”

“I told you to sleep,” you said instead, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I did sleep, for at least 30 minutes, which we both know is good for my standards.”

His rebuttal was punctuated by his hands both reaching up, making grabbing motions towards the stack of papers you were pouring through. Knowing how much faster he would be at getting through whatever was left, you heaved the pile into his hands with a sigh and watched as he held them up in front of his face and began reading, blocking your view of him entirely. It was impossible not to feel cheated.

When he reached a section he had to write in, he held his hand up for a pen. You gave him one from your jacket pocket rather than the one that had been in your mouth, knowing that he would be grateful if he knew. When he’d finished scribbling, you’d take the pen back from him, lean your head against the headrest until the cycle repeated. Occasionally he shuffled his head in your lap and your hand would slide a little further into his hair, but nothing was said. You took it as a cue to stay right where you were.

As expected, he finished the paperwork far sooner than you would have done. When he reached behind his head to put it on the table next to you, you took it from him before he could pull a muscle in his shoulder and he muttered his thanks. Now you could see him again, it was difficult to fight off a smile. Maybe the paperwork in the way had been more beneficial than you thought.

Briefly, you wondered how many of your signatures he’d forged in the documents he’d gone through, wondered how much better he was at forgery than you, but you didn’t check the paperwork in case he thought you were checking his work was up to par.

“You just saved me an hour’s work,” you sighed happily, “My angel once again.”

It was a nickname that had stuck around. From the time he’d shared his muffin around a month ago, you couldn’t shake the sentiment off. Not only had you grown closer - bolder - in that time, you’d also adjusted your language accordingly. Angel made a regular appearance, if only to bring the dusty pink to his cheeks that you treasured.

“It’s nothing, you know that,” he insisted, that very same pink blooming up his neck as you basked in the glow, “Besides, you’d done half already.”

He was being ridiculously kind, because you’d be surprised if you’d made it a third of the way through. There was no use arguing it, because compliments were far from Spencer’s strong suit and you’d already got the upper hand using the word angel. Better to agree to disagree.

“Thank you anyway,” you decided would be a good compromise, and from the smile on his face as he stared up at you, it seemed he agreed. It was funny that agreeing to disagree with Spencer mostly just felt like being on the same book, same page, same line. Unfortunately, you couldn’t quite tell exactly which word he’d gotten to, because if you did, you might have kissed him a long time ago.

(and goodness had you thought about it enough times)

When he abruptly sat up from his place in your lap, you suppressed your whine of disapproval as best you could, but there was still a small noise of disappointment that you couldn’t contain. He smiled at the sound, face the right way up now with lines and grooves in all the right places, around his eyes, his mouth, his cheeks. Smile lines are notoriously pretty on people whose smiles are the highlight of your very existence.

“I’m not as comfy as you thought, hm?” you teased, mainly to prevent him from seeing any of the hurt shining in your eyes. He saw it anyway.

“Nope,” he said easily, already sliding all the way over to the other side of the sofa, each inch of distance deepening your frown, “Now I, on the other hand, have it on far better authority that I provide a comfortable lap experience.”

“And whose authority would that be?”

“Henry, of course, and I know you trust his judgement above all others. Come on.”

He actually patted his lap and the swooping of your chest was enough to make you slightly lightheaded.

“Are you sure?”

He gave you a withering look that gave you no choice but to scoot over towards him. Lying down, you mirrored his previous position as your head came to tentatively rest in the little dip between his thighs, as near to his knees as you could get without becoming uncomfortable. He was unspeakably warm and it seeped into your very soul.

“Better?”

“You’re not that comfy.”

A lie. Blatant to both parties as you snuggled into him a little more, allowing his leg to take the weight of your neck. Before you knew it, his hand was resting in your hair too and even though you knew it wasn’t as soft as his, you hoped it was enough. It didn’t move, save for the sporadic slow sweep of his thumb through the strands, but it didn’t matter. He was always more than enough, after all.

“Sleep. I’ll wake you when we land.”

His words were an exact repeat of your own. There was no chance of a long sleep, not with your nerve endings flaring at each and every point of contact between the two of you, but there was also no use arguing. Rest, in place of sleep, was better than nothing. You smiled up at him one last time before closing your eyes, drifting into a half-slumber that consisted mostly of vague musings about the individual notes of his cologne.

Occasionally, when you simply couldn’t help yourself, you’d open one eye, maybe even two, and peek up at him. He looked ethereal, even from this angle. It was likely a matter of perspective.

(it just so happened that spencer thought you looked positively celestial from all twenty seven of the angles he had painstakingly catalogued into his memory. that was likely a matter of perspective too)

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if you made it this far, thank you for reading! i’m not currently tagging people, since i was away for a while and i don’t want to tag people who are no longer interested - if you would like to be tagged in my fics from now on, send in an ask and i can add you to a main taglist or a character-specific one <3

[apixrl]

DROWSY.

levi ackerman x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 3.4k

song: before i close my eyes // xxxtentacion

note(s): soft levi lives in my head rent free and that's perfectly okay he can stay for as long as he wants to

Your hand pressed against your back as you stretched, stifling a yawn that echoed through the hallway. You swore you could hear your joints wailing out in distress, every step feeling as though you were dragging a weight behind you that was five times your size. Your bed was calling out to you in more ways than you could count, the idea of snuggling under the covers absolutely heavenly.

It had been a long and tiresome day, to say the least. After waking up early and in bright spirits, you made the decision to go on a long morning jog. To ready yourself for a presumably easy day. But those words came back to bite you when Captain Levi dropped you and your comrades into an intense training segment that lasted all morning. Then proceeded a heavy clean of headquarters in the afternoon. Ordered to rid the underside of the tables of dust and to clear those sneaky corners of muck that had festered far too long. To put a long story short; you were about ready to drop dead on the floor by the time evening rolled on by.

You loved Levi with all your heart, but unfortunately, your relationship with him didn't come with any bonuses. Yes, you saw a softer side on occasion, but the man never allowed bias to take over during work hours. You were treated the same as the others; a soldier in the ranks. A member of Levi's squad. When you did right you were praised and when you did wrong you served the consequences. Levi would set you on a thirty lap run around the camp perimeter if he saw fit, and there was no getting out of it. As much as you could complain, you knew it was for the best. When it came down to it, Levi was your superior as well as his partner and there had to be some line between the two.

Plodding along the hallway, your bedroom door up ahead was your saviour. You could practically taste the sweet rest waiting for you on the other side. Though just before you could reach your salvation, a voice from the neighbouring room stopped you in your step and tore you away from it.

"Y/N,"

Levi.

It would be lying to say you didn't whimper, so close to a good night's sleep yet so far all in one go. But you weren't so selfish that you'd ignore your lover's call because you were simply exhausted. Yes, you considered it... but resisting the urge gave you credibility, right?

Regardless, you exhaled a sigh knowing it would be wrong not to respond. That man you called your partner had ears like a cat anyway. He probably heard you make your way down the hall or noticed your shadow under the door and had sensed your halt upon his call. So dragging your eyes away from the vision of your wonderfully made bed (Levi having been the one to tuck the sheets in that morning since he was the last one up. So no wonder you were fantasizing at the idea of collapsing on there) behind the door of your room, you set your gaze on the door to Levi's office instead.

You realised it was open just a tad, explaining Levi sensing your approach so easily. Pressing your hands against the wooden frame, you pushed it open and popped your head around the door, forcing your eyes open no matter how much they pleaded to close against the candlelight.

As expected, Levi was seated at the chair of his desk. Neck-deep in papers that he'd been working on most of the night. One shorter pile to the left and a taller one to the right - one pile waiting to be looked at whilst the other sat completed. You wondered which one that was... and prayed for Levi's sake it was the tallest pile to allow him a good night's sleep.

His greyed eyes didn't look up upon your entry, something you just managed to notice through the strands of wispy black locks atop Levi's head. That seemed to indicate he was focused on the task at hand, especially from the way his hand efficiently worked at the pieces of paper like it was on autopilot.

"Yes, love?" You asked, resting against the door for a brief moment as your tiredness caught up with you. If you had reacted to it a second later you believed you would have tipped over from loss of balance, and you were relieved when Levi spoke up once more - his voice jolting you upright.

"I need you to take some papers down to the Commander for me," Levi stated, a certain tone in his voice indicating his own form of tiredness. But you knew that rarely stopped him and his work, the man willing to stay up until the early hours of the morning just to get it finished.

His words made your body panic, unsure if it could muster a journey all the way to Erwin's whereabouts. You had barely walked up the stairs of headquarters well, let alone travelling back down them and then all the way back up again.

"It can't wait until tomorrow?" You tried, chewing the inside of your cheek gingerly. From the way Levi glanced over his wad of papers, grey eyes filled with doubt, you knew it was a longshot. "It's just late, that's all. You need to rest,"

"No," Levi ceased all action, slouching down in his seat briefly as his fingertips held the bridge of his nose. His version of a short break and a way to bury his annoyance down. It appeared to be one of those nights, where he was swamped with work and didn't have the opportunity to simply 'head to bed'. "I'm still nowhere near done, and I don't have the time to take the ones I've already looked at to Erwin because of that," It was there his hand propped up, elbow resting on his other which has splayed over his chest. He motioned you over, eyes skipping between you and the seat opposite him until you got the message.

You were delayed in realising, feeling guilty at your inability to proceed Levi's words. You heard them, but fatigue seemed to seize hold and throw them out the window before your brain could comprehend the meaning. You hoisted yourself off of the doorframe, letting the hinges squeak the door shut behind you as you made your way to Levi's desk. You then sat yourself down, hands pressed to the chair arms as your attention steered to your partner.

"Okay... so which pile am I taking?" Was your question, forcing a small smile to at least seem interested. The black-haired man straightened up, eyes skimming over the papers on his desk and seemingly on the floor too. That made your brow raise, head tilting to the side ever so slightly in wonder. What was behind the desk?

Levi proceeded to push his chair back with his feet, his head quickly disappearing under the table as if to grab something. You rested your cheek in your palm as you waited, a hint of a frown as you waited. Your assumptions were correct as, after a few seconds of scuffling around, Levi reappeared from under the desk - standing up to place yet another pile of paper wherever his desk had the space to hold it.

"This one," He addressed, exhaling heavily once he was comfortable in his seat again. Just when you thought that was it, Levi pushed the taller pile of papers forward as well, and it would be wrong to say you were joyful of the sight. In fact, you were very much dismayed, the sight of the multiple piles of papers meaning more than one trip.

Suddenly you wished the shorter pile was the finished one.

"And this one," Levi spoke with little character as per usual, gazing upon the piles of papers like they were nothing more than a pile of dirt. Clearly, he had experienced little joy going through them, but work never got done whilst complaining. The only words ringing in his mind to convince Levi to get his head down and focus. "You'll probably need to take two trips,"

"You don't say," You commented and sighed to yourself. For hours you had awaited your mattress and now look at you, even further away from reaching it as before. It was a big shame you woke up in such an energetic mood and was ending the day feeling like you couldn't lift a finger. "And if I cant find Commander Erwin?"

"He should be in his office," Levi returned. "But if not, place the right pile on his desk," He then gestured to the left, hand pressing on top for emphasis. "This one will need sorting, however. Just separate the tags in the stack and the drawer they belong in is on there. It shouldn't take you too long, just make sure the files are in the right place or Erwin won't be pleased. Oh, and try not to drop them, please? I'd rather not lose four hours worth of work because of your two left feet -," Levi was cut short by a sound he was not at all expecting. A snorting noise caught him off guard, but when he looked up at you in question the answers quickly came pouring in.

It appeared in Levi's ramble you had grown bored. As there you were, head lolling forwards as your arm tried to prop it up, eyes closed and snoring away to your heart's content. Levi quirked a brow at your behaviour, then scoffed lightly. The man couldn't say he was surprised, of course you would nod off to sleep exactly when he needed your help. At a time where he was swamped with things to do and an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt.

"Y/N," He tried after a minute or so passed, Levi frowning at the lack of response. If anything, the snoring grew louder. It was there he tried again, a little more firmly and loudly but still, nothing.

Typical.

Levi sat there in silence and disbelief, watching your frame rise and fall with each intake of breath. Meanwhile, you simply slept on without a care in the world, but it's not like he could leave you there. Leaving you sleeping in such a way was bound to cause a nasty neck and backache the following morning. So with a sigh, Levi hoisted himself out of his chair and walked around his desk to your side. Then he knelt down to your level, hand landing on your shoulder to give you a gentle but firm shake.

"Y/N," Levi spoke, a little softer this time, all whilst trying to nudge you awake. It appeared you had only lightly nodded off, as, after three or four shakes, you stirred out of your little nap. Your eyes shot open to meet Levi's observing you closely, a hint of a frown to his face as he did. In your state you barely noticed though, too busy trying to shake off your drowsiness but failing miserably as your eyes merely drooped more.

"Levi?" You mumbled tiredly, lifting your gaze towards your lover, puzzled over why he was so close to you. "What is it?"

"You fell asleep," Levi said with hesitancy, glancing away from you for a second before he continued. "Is everything alright?"

"Hm? Yes... everything's fine," You reassured, sending him a reassuring smile. Levi narrowed his gaze, prompting you to keep going. "It's just been a long day, that's all,"

"I see," Levi nodded, noticing your lack of attentiveness and sleepy demeanour. All of which you tried to force back through your smile. But Levi knew you better than that. He could see straight through the façade just how you could see straight through his, acting as though you were fine when it was truly quite the opposite. That was enough for Levi to suspect something was up, and that little switch in his head that differed between his role as Captain and partner flipped in an instant.

"Sorry... y-you were saying something before I dropped off weren't you?" You asked and pointed to the papers on the table. "Something about them?"

Levi turned to look at where you gestured, seeing the papers that still needed taking to Erwin. He contemplated still asking for your help, but it was obvious from just the way you looked alone that you were long desperate for rest. So exhaling a small sigh, Levi reluctantly cast his gaze back onto you and shook his head.

"No, don't worry about it," He allowed his hand to leave your shoulder and moved it to your face. Where he tucked a few loose strands of your H/C hair behind your ear, continuing. "It can wait until tomorrow,"

"Are you sure?" You asked through a yawn, leaning into the hand that Levi proceeded to support your cheek with. The subtle graze of his thumb over your cheekbone relaxing you to the point sleep nearly stole you from him once more.

As much as he disliked tampering with his organised routine, Levi knew sending you on errands whilst so tired would do you no good the next day. Perhaps he had pushed you a little far without realising, the thought running through his mind later on in the morning. You'd been lagging behind your comrades more than usual. Much opposing to you typically being at the front of the group and urging them on over the other way around. Whilst it wasn't as obvious in the afternoon, the strain in your expression as you scrubbed the floors and countertops had peeked its way through to him. Levi knew you in and out, and the frustration displayed ran much deeper than that of germs and bacteria. That was blatant now more than ever, so the least you deserved was a good night's rest. Just because he could run on little hours of sleep didn't mean you could.

"Yeah," Levi admired you under the dim light of his office after he spoke. Your inattentive gaze somehow continued to hold such focus as you looked back at him. The way you smiled with such love and yearn. How your cheek felt warm in his palm like he was holding the entire world. Which he was really. He was holding his entire world.

"Oh... okay," You said and your eyes drooped shut, not reopening. That brought Levi to act, blinking out of his daze and pulling himself to his feet with a sharp inhale.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," He said and slipped his arms around you, lifting you into their secure hold. You didn't protest, too tired to make a sound as you adjusted to the new position. A comfier position that ensured security and safety. One hand supported your back as Levi's bicep acted as your pillow and his spare arm hooked under your legs. You could feel the ever so gentle thump of Levi's heartbeat close to your ear, much opposing to his regular temperament - curt and firm and even quite harsh at the most.

Levi carried you out of his office, using his foot to open the door as he proceeded to venture down the hall to your shared bedroom. The place you had been going to before you were called to his aid. You kept your eyes closed the entire time but didn't nod off just yet, the bobbing motion of Levi's walk both drifting and stirring you from sleep. It wasn't long before Levi was pulling back the sheets whilst he only just managed to hold you with one arm. You made it easier by wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, giggling lightly to yourself when you almost slipped. Somewhere in Levi's silence, he found it amusing. Perhaps not verbally placed, but you sensed it nonetheless. Still, he downplayed it with concern, his hand pressing against your back to hold you closely against his frame.

He placed you down with care, hand only leaving your back once it rested on the mattress. Sliding it out, it returned to the sheets as he placed them back over you. Meanwhile, you watched through half-lidded eyes, following where Levi's gaze trailed. Mainly sticking to the sheets he tucked in for you out of the goodness of his heart, though flickered back to you on occasion. His eyes contained a warmth that opposed their normal grey colour. A warmth that he usually failed to place into the spoken word and resorted to showing it rather than saying it.

Eventually, Levi finished, his hands stopping their skilful movement and pressing into the pillow on either side of your head. He was silent for a moment, observing your tiresome state and realising just how fatigued he was too. He battled the urge to collapse on the bed beside you, pull you into his arms and fall fast asleep. To ignore his duties for just one night. Give himself a treat and spend the night snoozing away like the everyday citizen. But Levi knew that was irresponsible. He had been irresponsible enough leaving the paperwork so late. It also wasn't the life he had been fated to lead, regardless of how pleasant the idea may be in the subconscious of his mind.

"I still have a lot of work to do," He uttered no louder than a whisper, exhaling deeply in an apologetic sigh and hating the idea of traipsing back to his office to work. "I'll have to join you later but I'm guessing you'll be asleep,"

"It's okay," You hummed, head tilting to the side as an innocent smile formed on your face. "Do I get a kiss good night, at least?"

Levi couldn't fight the small chuckle that escaped him, head proceeding to hang forwards and shake too and fro at your words. He truly felt he didn't deserve you and the love you gave him. Always so understanding, never complaining about his packed work schedule. How you made him feel steady and kept him sane. Perhaps it was because you were a soldier too and knew how time-consuming the job was, but Levi was grateful for all of it. The man met your eyes, a certain radiance in them that he'd refrain from showing to anyone else other than you.

"You're twenty-nine years old and you act like a child," He remarked with no ill intent, the laugh that elicited from you music to his ears.

"Yeah, and you chose to -," You were cut off, Levi leaning forwards to press his lips to yours in a tender kiss. You hummed in approval, forgetting the words you planned to say and instead enjoyed the display of affection. Levi lingered longer than usual, an indirect apology for the fact he had to leave you with the bed half cold. You didn't question it, knowing Levi's work never truly stopped and granted him a break. The fact he'd even paused just to tuck you in comfortably was enough to satisfy your needs, whether Levi would believe that or not was up to him. But your eyes fell closed, both from bliss and sleep catching up to claim control.

Gradually your lips loosened on Levi's, indicating you had nodded off. He opened his eyes and pulled back in question, watching your head tilt faintly to the side as your pillow held its weight. Levi exhaled deeply, leaning down to plant one final kiss on your forehead. Then he hoisted himself off of the bed and walked to the door.

"Good night, Y/N," He said once there, glancing back at you one final time. From where he stood, you appeared merrily at peace. Finally grateful for the embrace of your bedsheets after a dragging day of nonstop training. Levi did feel somewhat bad for being a cause for your tiredness, knowing that he could sometimes be cruel when playing his 'Captain' role. But he couldn't favour you just because of his feelings, and the fact you rarely made that an issue provided him relief like no other. Still, Levi's guilt asserted as he closed the bedroom door quietly behind him.

Why... it wouldn't be terrible if he let you sleep in a little bit past the wake-up call, would it?

[moxfirefly]

Hi!

Can I ask you to do a fic about some numbers of the 200 prompts? If it's not a problem for you... ✨🥺👉🏻👈🏻✨

Maybe 51, 110 and 144 with Donnie and a fem reader? 🥺💜✨

I imagine that he's alone with the reader and she's listening some music. They're talking and then some songs with 'hot' lyrics or with 'sex vibe start to play, u know? Like Call Out My Name (The Weeknd), Chateau (blackbear)... They like each other so they get horny and end up fucking like animals. :)))

(The + kinky the better. I'm a horny™ girl xd)

Ps: If it's too much work or something don't worry. I don't want you to do something that you don't want/can :)❤️✨

Ps 2: I love your blog ❤️

As a member of the Donnie thirst brigade I’m more than happy to just give out some shameless smut with that tall sassy nerd. Also you had me at The Weeknd so yes. Took a small liberty with the music hope you dig it.

Goes without saying,

Rated Explicit (18+ Years Only)

“You give me energy, make me feel lightweight”

It starts with a simple question, a small fixation you’ve had when it comes to Donatello and your rapidly growing crush on him.

It’s a silly question, possibly even a comical one, but nevertheless an interesting one.

You’re both in his room, the ever changing LED lights accompanying the two of you while music drones out of his speakers. Inside the nook he barely sleeps in but still smells of him. Opposite each other, with your foot buried beneath his strong legs because you’re easily cold. That small detail of having Donnie’s hand resting close to your ankle making you smile.

Being best friends naturally meant that all manner of conversations have been had. Fun topics, curiosities of life and even some personal things you wouldn’t actually discuss with just anybody.

So you ask it,

“What’s a must have song in a sex playlist” You grin, wondering if this might be the time you both reach a TMI moment, but Donnie doesn’t disappoint. “I believe the mood is a big factor there, there is no sole correct answer” He throws back with a knowing smile. You slip your feet from under his thigh and opt out to prop them up on his lap, and on auto pilot he grabs them giving the soles of your feet a squeeze.

“Define mood? mood for sex is pretty straightforward and there’s gotta be a must have on said sex playlist” You retort back, enjoying how he just starts massaging your feet. “True but what I’m referring more is the mood of the moment, is it a loving mood? A kinky mood?” You wiggle your toes when he catches a ticklish spot. His answer absolutely delights you so you prod just a little more.

“Ok follow up, you’ve got a girl on your bed and she’s got the hots for you, what are you playing to set the mood just right?” You lean back, proud of yourself with the sheepish smile Donnie sports, making him flush was one of your favorite past times.

“Depends, is this girl kinky? Is she vanilla?” He pushes up his glasses when you make an ‘oh’ sound. “I think you like vanilla girls” You enunciate your statement by poking him with your foot.

“Y/n I’m seriously hurt, all this time as friends and you think vanilla girls are my favorite?” He shook his head with a snort.

“Donatello well I’ll be, we gotta circle back to that in a bit. So final answer, what are you playing when this hypothetical girl is giving you bedroom eyes?” You found his gaze, a shy smile gracing his features. Donnie leaned over plucking a tablet from his many little Knick knacks in the nook. He scrolled for a bit, swiping his finger upwards before a pleased look appeared on his face.

The familiar bass beat made your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Streets by Doja Cat? Really?” He nodded placing the tablet back in its stand. “Don’t approve?” He asked, you shook your head. “Au Contraire, I’d jump anybodies bones who’d play that to set the mood” The two of you looked at one another, Donnie eyes carefully scanning over your features, assessing a mile a minute in that brilliant mind of his.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” He followed the tip of your tongue sneaking out before you bit down on your bottom lip.

“Depends. Are you seducible?” You felt his hands run down your feet, gripping your ankles.

Donnie moved your legs, scooting closer to you with an unreadable expression. You didn’t register holding your breath until you reached for his glasses. Setting them aside you inched closer towards his lips. Donnie closed the remaining space, catching your lower lip between his lips, he kissed softly chastely leaving you somewhat hanging for what you hoped would be a deep kiss.

“You’re such a needy baby” His smile spread and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Oh. So that’s how he wanted to play.

You were ready to crash your lips onto his but felt his hand wrap around your throat, the way your pupils dilated only made him chuckle softly. “Call me vanilla again” His thumb caressed your throat, the sensation soothing but only making your stomach flip flop on itself. You were about to let another sass laced comment fall from your lips when his hand slid up, cupping your chin, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your lips.

God if he didn’t jump you by now you were going to scream.

“Donnie-“ He slid said thumb into your mouth and on command your eyes closed, where the fuck and how the fuck was he being this cocky and sure of himself?

Feeling the bed dip and said digit in your mouth disappear your eyes shot open. Donnie was pleased as punch with how stricken you looked. You bit the inside of your cheeks, pressing your thighs together. Time to level the playing field. You smoothed out your skirt, sitting up better to entice him with your legs.

“Chicken” You smirked.

“You can do better than that, Y/n” Donnie made sure the space was safe and no interruptions would take place, he toned down the colors of the lights. For a fraction the air of cockiness left him. “Are sure about this? Do you want to keep going?” Ever the gentleman, you gave your answer by hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging him closer. You backed up into the nook, Donnie knelt on the bed, astride your hips, eyes focused on taking in the details he’d often fantasized about.

“You already know how this one will end” You ran a hand up that hard plastron, the sensation making you curious, gently you placed open mouthed kisses. You felt him inhale deeply as you slowly undid the button of his pants. His hand came to rest behind your hair, digging into the scalp as you continue your trail of kisses.

“This your plan all along?” You snapped off his suspenders. “Too obvious I’ve been wanting to fuck my best friend silly?” Donnie swallowed, hands untying his signature mask, he tugged you down onto his bed, he’d never seen an image so beautiful and right. Without hesitation his hands cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. He buried his face between them, all tension rolling off those broad shoulders in shuddering breaths. “You smell perfect” Came his muffled reply between your breast. You raised your hips, trying to find some friction which Donnie was happy to provide with a roll of his hips.

That felt big, that felt way too good. “I feel better I can assure you” That definitely caused a deep churr to vibrate from within him. Explorations can be resumed for another time, right now you wanted him to feel the mess he had caused with such simple touches and words. Somewhere around breathing each others hard gasps, you felt your skirt being pushed up, as you nudged his pants further down with your foot. Donnie was super glued to your lips, even as hands explored, cupping, grabbing, running along the product of his torture.

With a plead that you pressed against his throat you felt Donnie throw your leg over his hip, your hand disappearing between the two of your to guide his hard slick cock to your aching core. There on your sides you met eyes as he pushed into you so deliberately slow, not just to not hurt you but to watch that very second where your gaze comprehended the sensation of him. Your knuckles ran the edges of his shell before landing at his neck. Each thrust sending waves of dizzying pleasure.

Donnie pressed his forehead against yours, that cockiness replaced by pure bliss, mouth agape and eyes shut tight as he moved with each of your wanton sounds. “Donnie look at me, want you to look at me when you cum” Your voice trembled when his eyes fluttered open and you saw such a debauched display. This time you grinned breathless as you wrapped a hand around his neck. “Yes, just like that baby, for me come on” You moaned when his hips began to stutter ruthlessly.

Kissing Donnie as he started to cum was possibly going to be your favorite thing from now on. He went to limp against you but still kept a bruising hold on you as he filled you up and made you so warm. Running the tips of your finger across his cheek you saw that sated smile appear. Slowly disentangling you he slid down moving your legs apart, and already you knew that there was no stoping this.

You were both simply hooked.

[yandere-sins]

Hey there^^ Haven't done a request for quite a while but I'm pretty stuck myself and I could really use something to lift my mood, too, and your writing always does that :) So, I thought of Satan or Lucifer with prompt 3 and 34, maybe? If it's not too much it'd be nice if the reader could be rather anxious (my anxiety is really acting up these days .-.) but that's not that important

Have a nice day and stay healthy ^^

Blue

Hi Blue! Thank you for requesting ^-^ I decided to do some Satan bc I have another Lucifer request and this way we can have some variety :D Please enjoy! ^-^

Pills - “Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy right?”

Stickers - “One more time. I’m giving you one more chance to stop fucking resisting.

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“Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy, right?”

His demand sounded reasonable, and his voice was calm. Still, the hand clutching your thigh was too rough with your skin, the fingers digging into it painfully. Immediately, you stopped bopping your foot, a nervous habit you hadn’t even noticed you started.

How long had you been sitting in his lap for now? An hour? Two? It felt like the whole morning and was probably more like the entire day, but through the partially hidden window in Satan’s room, you couldn’t make out the time of day, even if the Devildom had varying daytime-lightning outside. But this way, you could only count the pages Satan had already read as any indications of time, even though it wasn’t a reliable source.

Clenching your fists on top of your legs, you wondered what else there was you could do. Perhaps it was one thing to read the day away, but it was an entirely different one when you were just the lapdog to someone doing it. Even if you showed interest in books, Satan preferred to keep you close to him, and unfortunately, his favorite reading chair didn’t allow two people to read comfortably. That, and the constant fear you might actually find something useful to slip out of his grip, made him decide that you could read only with him or not at all.

It was just a problem that the language of the book he was reading wasn’t one you could understand.

All you were reduced to was a stiff, anxious, warm body sitting on top of him, hoping that soon Satan would decide to do anything else. You couldn’t live with his suggestions of taking baths together or being left alone for hours to no end while he took care of daily business, but this was the third day in a row where things were simply... too calm.

You had been quick to cease bringing up arguments. Satan had scared you once when he grew angry before your life took this turn by his side. Still, it was nothing compared to the violent and oppressive force he used on you now when you acted ‘unsuitable’, as he called it. Part of you wanted nothing more than to scratch his face, bite and kick, but when you brought up the courage to stand up for yourself and your rights, his exuding magic alone made you crumble to your knees in primal, inferior fear, knowing all the bad things he would do to you if you pushed it any more than you already had.

Wherever he took the patience from, it was wearing thin regardless of its masses.

That, and that alone, was the reason you even listened to what he said.

Looking down at yourself, you might not have been able to see any bruises left on you, but you felt them in every flinching of your muscles. The soreness, the pain - they never disappeared, and Satan wasn’t going to help you forget by applying magic to heal them.

Instead, he caressed your thigh with his hand, fingers circling over your skin menacingly. Perhaps from an outside view, it looked almost sweet, but you felt nothing short of a warning from his touch. Every touch was calculated. A game. Maybe he truly wanted to help you calm, but you wouldn’t have put it past Satan to actually try and provoke you to do something stupid. It was his way of forgiving the bad things he did to you, much like an eye for an eye. He disapproved of many things, but he couldn’t quite justify his actions if you didn’t act up. Satan swore up and down that he preferred cats over dogs, but god beware you’d behave like one. Unknown sadistic tendencies seemed to ride him when it came to you, and from what you understood, you were his place of comfort and peace when you were in his arms and his punchbag if you made his days worse than they needed to be.

But arguably, you were just his; all he needed, either way.

Worse thoughts crossed your mind than this. Ideas of how similar he was to Lucifer when it came to oppressing, but you would have taken the eldest brother’s help without even a moment of hesitation. At the same time, you wanted nothing more than to get away from Satan. 

Encountering a sudden change of mood was what you feared the most. It happened too often. Satan wasn’t that hard to please, but he unexpectedly and sharply changed moods for no apparent reasons, just like a teenager.

What if he read a passage in his book he disliked? What if your foot began to bop again? What if your breathing was too loud? What if he decided you were too heavy... When would it stop? When would the worries finally go away?

He loved you. He told you he loved you, so why were you a prisoner in his room? Why did he refuse to let you go? See other people? Sleep in your own bed for a change? And why was he enraged every time such a wish crossed your mind?

The book in his hand lowered as you sunk deeper and deeper into your panicked thoughts, wondering what you should do from now on to stay on his good side and maybe regain your privileges. So many emotions fogged your senses; you didn’t even hear him take a deep breath as his eyes narrowed while they focused on your leg, nervously bopping up and down again.

However, you did notice the sudden jerk as he threw you off his lap, pain shooting through your body as you scrapped your knees on the floor. You hit the stacks of books Satan threw you into, hardcovers falling down on you, making you yelp as they felt like bombs raining down onto your body.

“What’s the matter this time?” he asked, standing up and closing the book. It took a lot of courage to look up at him, Satan’s pretty face and perfect posture as intimidating as the waspish shine in his deep green eyes. You perceived it as cold and belittling as he looked down on you, standing over your legs.

“I want to go home--” you whispered, close to tears as you averted your eyes from his, unable to look at him when he glared back at you so resentfully.

“[Name],” he called out to you in the most condescending way you could imagine someone speaking your name. However, you no longer could bear looking him in the eyes, and so, you let your head hang low, expecting the worst but hoping it was over soon.

“How long will you keep complaining. I was so good to you the last few days, wasn’t I? It’s all because you said you were unhappy with me, so I bettered myself, yet, you behave just the same. When will you realize this is home?”

Hearing this from him, you felt your heart break. Hearing that this dangerous, painful situation should be a norm and comfort for you made you want to throw up. But at the same time, it rose your spirits, and before you knew it, you were back on your wobbling feet, the pain being suppressed by adrenaline as you grabbed Satan by the collar. In retrospect, you realized you had been just like a frightened animal and snapped as he came too close for comfort.

“THIS ISN’T MY HOME! YOU ARE KEEPING ME HERE AGAINST MY WILL! WAKE UP, SATAN!” you screamed at him as loud as you could. Perhaps you wished for a stunned realization overcoming him, or maybe that someone else could hear you outside this little, private room. But it wasn’t like anyone came running to help anyway.

Instant regret flooded your mind as you felt his hands grip your wrists, the book he had held onto falling to the ground with a loud thud. A zip of magic sparked from where he grabbed you, burning through your body like venom. It was no question who was the stronger animal in this struggle, your body falling back and down into the pile of books with just one step Satan took forward. But with your hands still anchored in his clothes, you pulled him with you, and on top, giving him a chance to pin you down on the uncomfortable bed of books.

Though it felt like your bones were breaking under the pressure and awkward position, your will hadn’t been affected as much yet, your body instinctively pushing against him, even though it was futile.

“One more time. I’m giving you one more chance to stop fucking resisting.” The words escaped him through clenched teeth, a hostile fire flickering in his eyes that you were forced to stare into. You knew you had it coming for you. His rage. His anger. There was no way out now, and once again, you had made the situation worse for you than needed. Finally, as you felt your ragged breath fill your lungs unreliably, you calmed down, tears shooting to your eyes while the sobs escaped from your mouth.

For a minute or two Satan merely let you bawl it out, the streams of tears falling down your cheeks and onto the books beneath you, but it was of no concern to either of you. At least now, he didn’t tell you to cease your sadness too, and you realized all he wanted was for you to stop attacking him, even if it was unfair when he apparently was allowed to.

Instead, you found yourself being scooped into his arms, face pressed into his shoulder as you hugged him instinctively. His hold was right out of a book about how to console crying children, his hands perfectly falling to your head and back, calmingly rubbing over the hurt part of your body.

“Please...” you sobbed into his shirt.

“I love you. I will always love you, even if you do this to me,” he assured you. You didn’t want it. Not his love, not being held by him like this, not him playing the victim in this scenario. As if it was your fault he had to do these terrible things.

“Just... please...”

“Forever. We will stay together.”

His words did nothing to help you, even more crying ensuring as they laid down heavily on your mind.

“You’re all I have. All that only belongs to me,” Satan whispered while you shook your head softly, rubbing in the wet stains into his clothes and wishing it was all just a nightmare that you could wake up from.

“That’s why, from now on, I will be the only one for you as well.”

But you never woke up from it.

[You can find the prompt list here]

[lewispandora]

Middle of the Night | Wong Yukhei (Lucas)

In which you and Lucas can’t be together but still do it in secret in the middle of the night. 

Pairing: idol!Lucas x fem!reader

Genre: angst, smut, fluffy (?)

Word count:  1.8k

WARNINGS ⚠️: cheating, sex

A/N: It's really important to say that this was my first smut EVER. Actually, it was the first thing I wrote that was over 200 words lol. So please, be understanding to anything that is just not it yet – I promise I’ll get better with time. Also, this was inspired by Monsta X's Middle of the Night (those who know this song will get it as soon as they start reading it tbh). Another thing: although there is smut in here, this is not supposed to be a smut-focused scenario, the focus here is the agnsty situation Lucas and y/n are in. I’ll try to write a part II for this.

Ten and Yangyang’s thin screams could be heard all over the dorm followed by an angry and very Chinese Kun shouting “It’s too late for this!” Hendery was running after Bella who had one of his shoes on her mouth and Leon jumped from the dinner table to Xiaojun’s lap, spilling the Dak Gomtang he was having all over the floor. Winwin and Lucas could hear him exclamate “Oh no! Leon, it was the last portion! That is all Ten’s fault!”, although they both remained unfazed: it was just another normal late night in the WayV dorm afterall. 

“Louis, come here, come,” Winwin called for the cat, extending his hand towards him without taking his eyes off the phone. “Good boy,” he said after feeling the fur on his hand, patting the cat’s head. “Hey Lucas, do you want to watch something? Our schedule tomorrow is late anyway-” 

“TEN TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE CAT!”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? LEON WAS WITH YOU!”

“YES BUT IT WAS YOU WHO TAUGHT HIM TO BE SMART!”

“CAN YOU GUYS STOP SCREAMING, DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?”

“Why do I even live with these people?” Winwin sighed. “So, what do you say?’

Lucas was just going to say yes when his phone vibrated with your message. It was simple and short: 

“Can you come over?”

It was all he needed. 

“I can’t today, I’m going out.”

“What do you mean you’re going out? It’s winter midnight, Lucas. It’s her, isn’t it?” he asked, already knowing the answer just by the head tilt Lucas gave. “Dude, for how long do you intend to keep with this? Xuxi, you can’t-”

“Just save it for another time when I am devastated and will actually be willing to listen to you, okay? We both know it won’t take too long to happen anyway.” Lucas said and left the room. 

He got the first coats and first boots he could find, knowing he couldn’t take too much or you could change your mind. He knew it quite well, it was not the first time he was in this situation. 

To be honest, you two didn’t remember when you first met and it wasn’t important. The relevant facts were that you were truly and deeply in love when the time came for him to debut. As an idol, specially a SM idol, you could not even think about staying together: any scandal evolving Lucas meant a scandal evolving all NCT members and that was something he just couldn’t do. You understood him because deep down you always knew it would happen. So you distanced yourself from him for a while, met a rich guy ten years older than you and decided to stay with him – not because he was a nice guy because he certainly wasn’t, but because it was your way to remind yourself that Lucas was actually not the bad guy, he suffered just like you did. 

You two barely talked for ten months until his birthday came and he had the audacity to invite you. That was when everything started. Lucas was just as stunning as ever, his eyes glowing by the faint mention of the new permanent subunit he was in or the members that inhered it. But it was nothing compared to the way he looked at you when you  arrived. 

Feeling as dislocated as you could feel, you stayed in the corner for most part of the party, just capturing Lucas’ moves throughout the entire party. Mark was the closest NCT member you knew so you didn’t mind when he approached you all of a sudden to say:

“Hey! Heard you got into the university you wanted, congratulations, y/n!”

“Oh, thank you Mark. Congratulations on the success you are having down there in America as well.”

“Thank you. That’s sweet of you.” He took a deep sip of his drink. “So, why don’t you try talking with him more? I bet no one is going to find it… weird. Go there, I know you want to.”

You were indecisive for a moment, switching your gaze between Lucas and Mark but, being backed by his securing look, you held your breath and stood up, going straight to the birthday boy. That was when he looked at you and directed his cute, excited and goofy smile towards you that you found out: you were not only truly and deeply in love with Lucas. You were also madly crazy for him. 

Ever since then, you started doing the most insane thing you thought you would never be able to do: everytime you missed him too much and you knew your boyfriend wouldn’t appear, you sent Lucas a message asking him to come over. It didn’t matter what you guys did, it just had to be in between four walls and kept a secret by both of you.  You didn’t care what it was nor what it meant, you just had to have him. 

Tonight was one of those nights. Tired from all the college studies and your work, you took advantage of the fact that your boyfriend was in Daegu for a business trip and decided it was the moment to call him. 

Lucas took less than thirty minutes to arrive at your studio. He didn’t even wait for the door to be properly opened before taking you on his arms and kissing your lips.

“Why did you take this long to message me?” he asked, lips still connected to yours. 

“I’m sorry, it was the end of semester. I barely had time to sleep and I wanted to have a clean schedule so I could be only for you.” Nothing more was needed to be said. He knew you meant it.

Rapidly closing the door, Lucas turned himself back to you. Caressing your cheeks, he felt his eyes water. He was just so lucky to have you, even if it wasn’t as a whole. Even if it was just for a brief moment. Even if you actually weren’t his.

“Come, I have your favourite snacks. We can eat while relaxing, watching something.”

“I only want you,” he said softly, holding your buttcheeks and squeezing them while pushing you closer to him. The kiss shared by you two started calm and romantic but swiftly got fast and very needy. You pulled Lucas' hair a little bit, trying to contain the heat growing in your lower body but soon giving up. 

“Just take me. Take me, please.”

Slowly directing his kiss to your neck, Lucas moved both of your bodies towards your bed, gently placing you on it. He grinned just by looking at your body under his. You were so vulnerable and, no matter what others said, so his. He took your pyjamas while taking his time to kiss every single part of your body, eyes not leaving yours even for one second, stopping only after having you in your lingerie. 

Now it was your turn. Moving his head up to face yours, you started taking his clothes off. Some could feel bothered by the amount of layers due to the wintry cold but it wasn’t the case for the two of you. All you wanted to do was feel and kiss each other, deep gaze at each other. And that’s what you did. After taking his coat, jumper and shirt, you found yourself lost on his soft lips again. Kissing him passionately, you stroke his hair, slightly pulling him afar so you could down your kisses to his jaw. 

Lucas sighed at almost every touch of yours on his body. He had this soft look eyeing you, had given up trying to stop smiling a while ago. You kept going down his neck, placing wet kisses and smooth bites here and there just to make him abruptly lose air. You stopped to look at him once more before moving down to where a happy trail would be. Anticipating what was to come, Lucas held strands of your hair and lifted you chin so he could kiss you. 

When your mouth watered his manhood, it was still covered by his pants. You placed kisses in the entirety of his cock while massaging his balls, not taking your eyes off his. Lucas was so beautiful in every angle but this was by far one of your favourites. Smirking to yourself, you lowered his pants, revealing a knob wet by precum. 

Just the direct contact of your mouth and his dick was enough to make Lucas groan loud. The effect you had on him was indescribable. You started taking him with your mouth and hands but slowly let him play with you while fucking your face. Even doing so, he made sure to fill his actions with suavity and passion. When he felt he was close, Lucas switched places with you, putting you under his body again. 

“Y/n,” he said as he started trailing down kisses from your neck to your venus mount “you are so beautiful, so precious, so  special. I hope you know that.” And with no previous warning, he buried his face in your pussy. 

Eating you out into oblivion while kneading your breasts, Lucas made you quiver and arch you back like no one else ever did, like only he was able to. Making you moan his name and other inaudible things, you came undone. Not wasting any time, Lucas directed himself towards you, kissing you, making you taste your own juices. 

With no previous warnings, he sank his dick inside you. One hand holding himself over you and the other holding you hand, Lucas started his thrusts slowly but quickly lost patience. Moaning your name while hearing you moan his, Lucas bit your lips, your jaw, your neck and your collarbone, trying to contain the killing amount of pleasure he was feeling – and trying to make you feel the same. Lucas was a sinner and he knew this well but he also did not care a bit: all he wanted was you, was to feel and fill you. 

With sweat covering your bodies and shameful noises leaving your mouths, Lucas started to pound into you even harder. He was going crazy, completely mad. There was not even an inch that should stay untouched by him, not a single piece of your body that shouldn’t have his traces in it. You didn’t know where your mind was for a while already, all you were able to do was mark Lucas’ back while bouncing to his pace and moan his name uncontrollably among with other sounds which meanings are to be known. Actually, you did know: amiss. A terrible one. But you couldn’t care less. 

When your bodies couldn’t take it anymore, you both gave in to the suffocating feeling and came together. You crying in pleasure, Lucas filling you with his love. That was all you two needed. You were happy again. You were complete again. 

Unfortunately, the moment was not dogged to last too long. Before the sun rose up, without people noticing his steps, before the traces of your damnable actions could be alluded, Lucas would go back to his ways in the middle of the night just to pretend nothing really happened.

[legends-live-in-memories]

Picture Perfect

AYO! its me back with more content for the second time this week while i ignore my other wips again. this is a lil gift for @queen-o-leen who i promised wholesome content for! I hope you like it!

Timinette/Timari Oneshot 1.9K words (not related to my other timari oneshots)

Summary:

“Tim spends a nice day in a park in Paris and takes a picture of a pretty girl.

He somehow gets an almost date out of it.”

no warnings this time. completely family-friendly. I know i surprise myself with this one too.

without further ado

He would be the last to admit that Jason was right and that time away was what he needed at this point in life but it can’t be ignored that, for the first time in possibly three years, Tim was having a wonderful day. He was having a wonderful week actually. After one too many unsuccessful cold cases and the simmering anxiety of off-world missions, his family, primarily Jason, for some reason, demanded that he take some time off and away from his unusual brand of normal. How that meant being sent across the Atlantic Ocean to Paris of all places, he wasn’t entirely sure. Alfred probably had a hand in that decision given that, as part of his forced vacation, Tim was not allowed to actually plan any of it. Him. Timothy Jackson Drake. The guy who stalked and manoeuvred his way into Batman’s house and team. The guy who tracked and found said man when the universe thought he was dead but was actually drifting through time. Yeah, Tim was not pleased about being led blind on his vacation. 

At least Paris was a nice city. And he brought his camera. He figured he could use this time to get back into old hobbies and what better hobby to start up again in the city of love than photography? He’s taken pictures of every tourist attraction worth visiting by his second day and began to take candid shots of people and animals. Would Damian like the animal pictures? Maybe, if they came from someone who wasn’t Tim. Is he going to try and give them to him anyways? Absolutely not. He liked his liver where it is, thank you very much. They would serve as great bribing material however. But that’s a thought for another day. 

Right now he was working on capturing what could possibly be described as the stereotypical outing with friends. He’s sitting along some bushes near the entrance of a park and staring at a group of teens his own age hanging around. He spots a brunette with thick curls of hair animatedly speaking with a guy in a vibrant cap. She’s waving a camera herself, and he appreciates her taste in equipment. Her eyes spark with fox-like mischief while the cap guy has a peaceful aura about him; like an old turtle. Next he sees a blonde, her hair is in a ridiculously high ponytail and she’s in a deep conversation with a red head off to the side of the whole group; her words are rushing out of her and she’s a buzzing bee with excitement. Another blond is in the area, but he sits in a broad patch of sun possibly napping with an open book on his chest. Very cat-like Tim supposes. He barely pays them more than a second of thought however. No. 

His focus is on the quaint beauty directly in his line of sight. She’s poised up against the giant tree trunk with a sketchbook in her lap and pencils surrounding her. Her hair hangs by her shoulders in twintails and it’s a colour so dark it seems to absorb the shade of the tree. She’s scribbling furiously on the page before her and her tongue is slightly peaking out to the side. Her forehead is creased with stress lines and her shoulders hunch slightly over her frame. She’s the vision of deep concentration and dedication and Tim would be a fool not to capture her. He’s gotten wide shots of her companions but now he wants to focus on her. 

Looking through the lens of his camera he zooms in on her profile. When his camera focuses, he spots a constellation of freckles across her cheeks, barely there, almost blending in with her complexion but Tim is nothing if not hypervigilant. He goes to take another photo when a bug flies into view. It’s a ladybug. It lands precariously on the tip of her nose and it’s just the thing that breaks her out of her work-induced trance. Tim is watching her now, long forgetting to click the shutter. Her eyes cross as she stares intently at the black-spotted creature and its presence seems to amuse her. She’s giggling to herself, as if sharing an inside joke with the bug and reaches a slim finger to swipe the insect gently from her nose. She inspects it and smiles a smile so soft that not even a feather could compare. He feels like an intruder. More so than one who takes pictures of cute strangers in public. 

Coming back to his senses, he takes another picture, the final picture, and lowers the camera from his face. He looks back at his temporary muse and finds that she is already looking at him. Her head tilts in confusion. Apprehension. Possibly a bit of fear. Which is valid given that Tim was pointing a camera at her from across the public park. What should he do though to quell her fears? 

He felt his face lift into a grin; he didn’t need to look at himself to know it was awkward and forced. A shrug of his shoulders and a flimsy wave of the camera in his hand was the only thing he did. Before he could begin to stumble over himself in apology, however, she surprised him. With a cautious hunch, her shoulders brought up to her ears, and an embarrassed smile to match his own, she slowly flips her sketchbook around and he comes face to face with, well, his face. It was a portrait of him. She had drawn a portrait of him. And she was showing him. Feeling embolden, he flips his camera to show her the screen but she’s too far away. He gets up on unsteady legs, cramped from his uncomfortable position, and begins a slow stride towards her. She meets him in the middle.

“Hi.” He barely speaks those words. They’re more like an exhale or a sigh of relief that he hadn’t scared her off. 

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind the drawing.” Her voice is high and light. Like a spring breeze. She’s daintily waving at him and he sees that her fingers are rough, and calloused. Unexpected but he finds it rather charming. Before he could get another word in, she’s off like an engine. “I just saw you there, and you had your camera so I figured you were taking pictures of us and thought that if you were then you wouldn’t mind me sketching you in kind but I should have asked and I’m sorry for breaching your privacy—” 

“Wait, slow down.” He fears that if he hadn’t interrupted her when he did she would run out of oxygen. Did she even breathe during her spiel? A voice in his head, that sounds like Cass, utters a soft ‘pot, kettle’ and okay, he sees a lot of himself in her mile-a-minute style of speaking. 

“No need to apologize. I’m flattered, truly. You were right, I was taking pictures of you. And your friends!” he hastily adds that last part. He turns his camera so the display screen faces her and he feels himself hold his breath in anticipation. 

A blush rises to her cheeks, red like the ladybug that interrupted her. He quite likes that colour on her. His eyes drift to the sketch and he’s further impressed by her skill. She has an eye for detail. He notices a bird in the background. It’s a robin. That piques his interest and lights a flicker of fear within him. 

“May I ask,” he begins slowly, unsure of what that little addition could mean. Did she know? How could she? Was his identity compromised?

“Why did you draw a robin in the background? It’s lovely but I’m curious,” he finishes. He’s going to play dumb until he has more information. She seems taken off guard by the question and raises her shoulders to her ears again in an embarrassed hunch.

“Well,” she starts, but she seems unsure and the words die on her tongue. She tries again.

“I just saw it fly by and then it landed behind you. So I thought ‘why not?’ and drew it. It seemed fitting.” She wasn’t looking him in the eye and now he felt kind of felt like a jerk for baselessly accusing some random girl. Of course it was just a coincidence. This bat-paranoia was going to be the end of him one day. It’s by sheer miracles and luck why it hasn’t already. 

“Oh, no worries. It just surprised me because it’s my favourite bird.” Right. Lie to the pretty French girl. But what else could he do? Tell her the truth?

“Then it’s a cool coincidence, huh?” She seems encouraged by that tidbit of information.

“Yeah, pure luck on your part.”

“What?” She seems more startled at that than Tim thinks she should be but before he can think deeper into it she speaks again and he would be a fool to not give her his undivided attention.

“Why did you take a picture of me with the ladybug? If you don’t mind me asking.” That stumps him because, to be honest, he does not know why himself. It just felt right. So he tells her as such.

“Well that would be another coincidence because ladybugs are my favourite insects.” She gives him a full smile alongside that statement and the brilliance of it almost blinds him. He wants to capture that smile for eternity. 

The thought strikes him. He doesn’t want this moment to end. He knows by the Friday of next week he’ll be flying back to Gotham where it’s business as usual and Red Robin won’t have time for commitments and puppy love. But right now? Right now Tim Drake is on vacation with a week and half left and all the time in the world to entertain the idea of a spring romance. Making the decision, he goes for it and takes the chance.

“I was getting a bit hungry. Do you know anywhere that’s good to eat at?” It’s an offer, open to interpretation. If she just lists some place, he knows where her interests lay. If she offers to escort him somewhere, then she’s taken the bait for exactly what it is, an invitation for more; whatever more is. He hopes she takes the bait. 

“Yes I do actually! My parents own a bakery just outside the park.” Her enthusiasm is uplifting and the offer of a place so personal is a good sign in Tim’s book. “Let me show the way, and I could join you if you would like.”

“Perfect. That’s wonderful. It will be my treat since you’re going out of your way on my account.”

“Nonsense. Like I said, it’s my parents’ bakery. They’ll be more than happy to give some complimentary snacks.” She loops her arm around his and begins to drag him to the park gate. She’s strong and her grip is firm and Tim feels lightheaded at the ease with which she pulls him. He can’t help but be swept up in the tides that is this girl. 

“I’m Tim, by the way. Tim Drake.” He offers his name, something he should have done at the beginning.

She looks back at him over her shoulder and he’s caught up in the oceans of her eyes. They’re alight with joy. 

“Nice to meet you, Tim. I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” 

“Nice to meet you too.”

They’re almost by the bakery now, he can smell the fresh baked goods from here, and he can’t wait to sit down and get to know this girl better. Maybe get her number by the end of their lunch.

Yeah. Tim was having a wonderful day.