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musings-of-a-rose · 1 year

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jealous peña please or super sweet husband peña <3

A Busy Kiss

Pairing: Javier Peña x wife reader

Word Count: 600

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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Notes: I went with sweet because I love a sweet Javier!

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He’s gone a lot. Most days, my husband wakes before me, quietly trying to rush his routine to get to work as he’s usually running late. I asked him once why he didn’t just wake up earlier if he was always barely making it in time. Javier simply smiled at me, cupping my cheek with his warm hand and said, simply, “But then I’d miss that time with you.”

So for me, he rushes out of the front door nearly every morning, a quick press of his lips to mine or my cheek or forehead before he all but runs from our apartment.

But lately, I’ve barely seen him at all.

I know they’re closing in on Cali and that there’s a sort of deadline if Javi was to catch them before their deal with the government. I understand the need for Javi to spend all of his time focusing on catching them, bringing them to justice.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss the hell out of him.

A couple months into this new schedule, he comes home earlier than normal, which is still late by society standards. I’m already in bed but I hear him shuffle in the room, slipping into the bathroom and turning on the shower. He’s not there for long, choosing to slip under the covers and slide up behind me instead. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest as he nuzzles into my ear.

“I love you, hermosa,” he whispers, gently kissing my ear, his mustache tickling me. I let out a small chuckle and he repeats his action, loving the way I squirm in his grip.

The next morning, we wake to his phone ringing. Javi groans, answering the call with a gruff tone. He sighs and I know it was a call to come in early, despite the fact he got in late. Sure enough, he hangs up the phone, turning on his back and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I gotta go in, hermosa.”

“Mmm.” I’m still half asleep, on the edge, deciding whether to fall back asleep or wake up.

Javi gets up with a groan and quietly gets ready. I hear him in the living room putting on his shoes and grabbing his keys, the front door lock sliding in place.

About 20 minutes later, the door opens again and I’m blinking awake. Javi comes bursting into the room, striding over to the bed and leans down to place a soft but heated kiss to my lips.

“Aren’t you gonna be late?”

He smiles down at me. “I got halfway there and realized I’d forgotten to kiss you before I left. I wouldn’t be able to focus all day if I didn’t get to kiss my wife.”

I lean up, fingers wrapping around his tie to pull him to me, deepening the kiss. Javi braces himself on his arms, placing them on either side of me as he leans over me.

“Aren’t you gonna be late?” I smirk against his lips.

Javi glances down at his watch. “I think I can spare a few minutes. For my wife.”

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flightlessangelwings · 7 months

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Happy Latino/Hispanic Heritage Month!!!

To all Latine writers, artists, graphic makers, beta readers, and all members of the fandom: happy Latino/hispanic heritage month!!!

I know I’m off my game and posting this a few days after the start of heritage month but things have been busy and I lost track of time my bad 😅

Shouting out some of my fellow Latine friends here below!! Please follow and support Latine writers and artists, especially in fandoms of Latino actors like Pedro and Oscar!!! Support Latinos and support poc!!!

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rhoorl · 5 months

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Week in Review: Nov. 26 | The Week Esquire Broke My Brain...Again

This week was one to give thanks for so many things - my family, my friends, my little corner of Tumblr … and the team at Esquire (we’ll get to that). I also realized this week I reached another milestone on here and while I don’t like to harp on the numbers, it really continues to floor me that anyone reads anything of mine. So I want to say thank you. I’ll spare you another sappy rambling post, but it has meant a lot to me to be here.

With that being said, I wanted to do something fun to say thank you, but I can’t think of anything! What do others do? I’m looking around at a few ask games, but if you have one you really like, send it my way! That’s probably what I have the capacity for at the moment - because I really need to get some chapters out.

Fics I read this week:

This week I spent some time in the car, which allowed me to read a bit more than usual. Be sure to take a look at the warnings and summaries for all of my recs, just because I like it doesn’t mean everyone will.

Frankie Morales

Candy Cane by @cerridwen007 - Frankie and reader have some fun with a candy cane. Also, Frankie is still the 😺 👑

My Way by @goodwithcheese - Megan’s Frankie always does something to me and this was no exception.

Javier Peña

Snowed In - Javier's version by @avastrasposts This one-shot was 🔥 the OFC took charge and held her own against our favorite DEA agent!

Joel Miller

Gun Cleaning by @avastrasposts - A little smutty one-shot that was oh so hot!

Dieter Bravo

Back Alley Bang by @morallyinept I really have no words for this one, just thots.

Tim Rockford

Hold Tight by @sin-djarin Tim Rockford and holsters. That's all. Oh and a brilliant use of repetition!

Pause by @trulybetty I am really in my Tim era and this was 🔥 I want to know more about this couple and I really enjoy their dynamic.

Undercover by @secretelephanttattoo New series alert! I'm already hooked from the first chapter!

Marcus Pike

White Wine by @something-tofightfor Marcus is just the most thoughtful, ugh I love this man.

Ezra

Hue by @goodwithcheese - I don’t read a lot of Ezra compared to some of the other Pedro boys, but my goodness this was amazing. It was sweet and comforting, but Ezra is also a bit of a menace.

Current Compulsory Series:

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment.

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest I finally caught up!!

OTHER CHARACTERS

Benny Miller / Mitch Keller

La Primera Fiesta by @marvelousmermaid Benny attends a family party for his girlfriend's family. I related to this so much as a Latina who married a tall, lanky white guy 😆 this was too cute and Benny was adorable.

Somebody's Someone by @dameronscopilot I finished Tulsa King this week and this was the first Mitch Keller story I came across and I loved it!

Pete Dunham

Like My Dreams by @laurfilijames I recently rewatched Green Street Hooligans - I feel like the last time I saw it I was in high school, maybe college, which was a while ago. Anyways, I loved Charlie Hunnam’s character Pete and I’m excited to check out Laur’s series.

Posts from the week:

The Pedro boys celebrated Thanksgiving with @morallyinept and things of course were chaotic but hilarious. This post from @pedrostories was so helpful as someone who consumes fanfic and attempts to write it as well!

In case you missed it, a fun writing challenge popped up that I think is pretty cool! Do I know what I’m writing yet? No. But an idea will come to me I’m sure.

Feral corner:

You know … every week I think, you know, this will be the week where I’m going to be chill and not a thirsty ass mess - ha sorry, I couldn’t finish that without laughing. I can’t help it, blame Pedro (but don’t blame him, we need to thank this man).

So, we’ve all seen the recent Esquire photos right?! The thots were thotting and I am still processing. Will you probably see me reblog this countless times over the next few weeks? Probably. Am I going to shoehorn this photoshoot into the Working Title universe?! Definitely.

Can we just acknowledge the duality of this man? How he just walk around being such a ray of sunshine and so adorable but then turn into an absolute menace?

Things I watched:

I spent most of the week away, but I did manage to start and finish Tulsa King, which I think is a pretty big feat. Garrett has a small role in it, but 🫠 I am here for it. I did manage to pay attention to the rest of the plot, shocking I know, and I really enjoyed this story.

Personal Stuff

Spent time traveling this week so I had a lot of car time and then family time. I went to Buc-ee’s, which is always a highlight of our road trips. If you haven’t been or know what it is, picture a gas station/convenience store/general store and then multiply that by 100. Is it a bit overwhelming and overstimulating? Yes. But I guess I’m a glutton for punishment because I have to go to one every time I pass by.

The holidays caused a bit of a blip in my health journey. I’m trying to reframe my thinking about it. My initial reaction would have been to write “ugh I was so bad this week and ate so many bad foods” but instead I’m just going to acknowledge that it was a holiday and indulged a bit. But a couple of days isn’t going to completely derail the last four weeks. This time of the year can be really tough when it comes to my relationship with food, but I’m trying to give myself some grace.

Fic updates:

I got a really fun ask about how the Triple Frontier boys would celebrate Thanksgiving. It was fun to think about the guys and yes, eventually we will get to Thanksgiving in Delta Landscaping.

I’ve gotten a couple of comments and messages about Working Title and Delta Landscaping and I promise I’m working on both (I think about them both at least once daily). I have a couple of PTO days in the next couple of weeks and I’m planning on dedicating some time to both so hopefully, I can get ahead and publish a bit more frequently.

Ok, I think that’s it for this week. I hope you have a great one. Drink water, get some sleep, and have some thots.

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Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? (Benny Miller, one-shot) | AO3

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greymoonfeelings · 2 years

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Sweet Reunion

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem! Reader “Nightshade”

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, male receiving oral, P in V sex and creampie 18+ ONLY

summary: You and Rooster were a thing of the past but now that you’re back in the place where it all began, the two of you are feeling a little bit nastolgic.

note: thank you to @marvelousmermaid for helping me when I was stuck! and thanks to @green-socks & @lorecraft for beta-ing.

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North Island was the last place you ever expected to be again, but here you were in your old hang-out spot, The Hard Deck, surrounded by fellow Navy Servicemen.

When you first got the orders to go back for a special mission, your immediate reaction was dread, but now that you were hanging out with your old friends you couldn’t fathom why that had been your reaction.

That was until you heard his name.

“Bradshaw! Is that you?”

The name sends a shock coursing through your body. Your head snaps up just in time to see Bradley Bradshaw confidently striding through the bar.

He’s changed, which was to be expected after six years. He’s bigger, broader and his curls are more sun-bleached than you remember them. He was always attractive, but now he looks purely god-like.

“This is gonna be a long night,” you mutter under your breath before taking a big sip of your whiskey.

You turn to walk back over to your group of friends but you notice that Rooster and Hangman are in the middle of one of their pissing contests. You don’t feel like entertaining their antics tonight, so you decide to stay seated at the bar until the coast is clear.

“Did you see who’s here?” Phoenix takes a seat next to you.

“It’s hard not to, he sticks out like a sore thumb in that fuckin' shirt.”

“Hey, this might be your chance to finally make your move. With all the nostalgia of being back here, who knows what could happen between the two of you.”

“Nothing is going to happen between us.”

“Why not?”

“It’s been years. I’m sure he’s found someone else.” You cover up your frown by taking a sip of your drink, not wanting your best friend to catch onto your sour feelings.

“I don’t think so. You know how hard it is to find someone with our jobs. Plus, I saw him checking you out when he was walking in.”

“He was probably just taking in his surroundings.”

“Yeah, if taking in his surroundings means ogling at the smoking hot pilot wearing tiny jean shorts.”

“They’re not that short!”

Phoenix laughs at your defensiveness. “He was definitely staring at you before I called his name. He even blushed when I said something to him about it.”

“Did you really have to say something?” You groan at her antics.

“Please, Nightshade. If you’re not going to help yourself, then I have no choice but to step in.”

“Absolutely nothing will be happening between me and Bradley Bradshaw. It’s been six years and everything has changed.”

“Everything?”

“Everything,” you confirm.

“It seems to me like nothing has changed.”

Phoenix points to the wooden piano across the room where Rooster has just taken a seat. She flashes you a knowing smile before going to join all the other bar patrons in singing along to Rooster’s signature song.

As you watch him sing his heart out, a sudden swirl of memories plays through your mind like a movie. Memories of a similar night years earlier, the night you and Rooster had first hooked up. The night that led to a secret friends-with-benefits relationship during your original time at Top Gun.

“This feels wrong.” You mutter against Rooster’s lips as he pushes you against the bathroom door.

“Oh come on, Nightshade. You afraid of a little fun?”

Your heart jumps when someone knocks against the wooden door, trying to get in.

“I’m not afraid of fun, Rooster. I’m afraid of getting caught.”

“It’ll be worth it. I promise.”

He had made good on his promise that night and every time after the fact. Your sexual encounters were memorable, to say the least, and they hadn’t left your mind since.

You thought about him a lot during lonely nights on assignment.

The feel of his muscular body wrapped around yours, the way his big hands gripped your hips and moved your body just the way he needed. The way his large cock stretched you open and filled you. The way he would chant your name like a prayer as he came.

“I’ll have a beer, Penny.” A familiar deep voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

A large hand places a ten-dollar bill on the wooden bar. Your eyes trace the prominent veins up the arm and back to its owner, Rooster.

You look up at him a little dumbfounded. You had just been deep in a compromising flashback involving the man and here he was standing right next to you.

He meets your gaze, grinning. “Hey, Nightshade.”

“Hey, Rooster.” You gulp.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He’s amused by the expression on your face, you can hear it in his tone. It’s like he can read your mind.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”

“Feels like just yesterday to me.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I think about you.” He shrugs casually.

“Little old me?” You joke as if you weren’t imagining him minutes prior.

“Are you saying you don’t think about me? About us?”

“Can't say that I do,” you lie.

Rooster shakes his head in defeat. “Same old Nightshade, still stone cold.”

“Same old Rooster, still a big flirt.”

“I’m not as bad as Hangman.”

“Well, you’ve got that going for you.”

Rooster grabs his cold beer and walks away, leaving you to overthink what he’d just said.

Did he really still think about you, even after all this time apart? He must have had a girlfriend, or at least slept with other women, so why out of all of them did you stick out in his mind?

You don’t get any more time to ponder it because soon you’re being beckoned over by Phoenix.

“Nightshade! Get over here! We’re doing teams and I need you to show up Bagman for me!”

“Be right over!”

You sigh, finishing the rest of your drink before standing up. You weren’t about to let Bradley Bradshaw or some ambiguous statement he’d made ruin your night. You were back in a place where some of your best memories had taken place and you were going to enjoy it.

As you approach the pool table, Rooster’s eyes rake over your body as his tongue slips across his bottom lip. He's looking at you like you’re a tasty meal, something to be devoured slowly and savored. When his eyes finally make their way up to your face, he realizes that you caught him looking at you, but instead of shying away embarrassed, he winks.

It wasn’t enough to have dirty thoughts about your old friend plaguing your mind, but now he's here in person making it even harder on you.

•••

You had never planned on rekindling the flame between you and Rooster, but he spent the whole night trying to get your attention. He knew exactly what made you flustered and he was pulling out all the stops.

He spent the night invading your personal space and going overboard with little touches here and there.

He’d reach across you to grab a beer so you’d catch sight of his strong arms or reach into the bowl of popcorn at the same time as you so your hands would graze. When you’d fluster and pull away quickly, he’d just grin as he watched you squirm.

As he'd left for the night, he’d leaned in close to you and whispered his room number into your ear, inviting you to join him later.

Now it’s 1 a.m. and you’re struggling to fall asleep. You’ve been tossing and turning in your bed for the past three hours. You wanted to get a good night's sleep in preparation for tomorrow’s big meeting, but your body is buzzing with adrenaline.

Before you can process your actions, you’re throwing the covers off and leaving your room. You travel down the dimly lit hallway until you reach room 13 and knock on the door.

You want to scold yourself for landing in a position you swore you’d never put yourself in again, but any thoughts of going back to your room are gone the minute Rooster opens the door.

He stands before you shirtless in all his tanned glory, looking like he stepped off the cover of a cheesy romance novel.

You find yourself having to close your gaping mouth. It’s bad enough he’s got you here, he doesn’t need to catch you drooling over him.

“Nightshade.” Rooster smirks down at you, satisfied to see you standing on his doorstep this late at night. But then he notices the look on your face and realizes that maybe you weren’t here for the reason he originally thought. “Hey.” He reaches out and rubs your shoulder comfortingly. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I was just teasing you earlier, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

His sincerity warms your heart and reminds you why you fell for him in the first place years ago.

“Just shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” You push your lips to his passionately, finally tasting him after so long. You kiss him with such intensity that it sends him stumbling back into the room, the door swinging shut behind you.

You forgot how good his lips felt against yours and how great of a kisser he was. You never cared much for making out, but you wouldn’t mind spending hours with your lips on his, not when it felt this electric.

You continue to move farther into the room until you hit the bed, forcing Rooster to sit as you continue to devour one another.

He pulls your top off, discarding the worn navy t-shirt across the room along with your bottoms so you’re bare against him.

Your skin is hot under the touch of his calloused hands which trace your figure, grabbing at anything he can to anchor your body as you grind against him, desperate to satiate the hunger he had left you with earlier in the evening.

“My cock is aching.” He groans at the painful friction from his sweatpants against his erection. “You gotta help me, baby.”

You pull away from him and get down on your knees in front of him, squeezing his thighs as he undoes the string of his sweatpants and pulls them down to his knees, freeing his erection.

Finally seeing his thick, veiny cock after six long years was like reuniting with an old friend and it was just as glorious as you remembered.

He begins to stroke his hard cock, but his hand is quickly replaced with yours as you’re eager to feel its weight.

You spit, letting it dribble down his shaft so your hand glides along better. Your other hand moves to cup his balls, fondling them as you lean down to take his leaking tip into your mouth.

His large hand grips the back of your head, guiding your mouth along his shaft as saliva begins to coat his length and dribbles from the corners of your mouth.

A string of spit makes its way down your chin, traveling down the valley of your breasts and the sight alone is enough to nearly make him cum.

“God, you give the messiest head. It’s fucking sinful how sloppy you get. Spit dripping down those perfect tits.”

You eagerly bob along his thick cock, taking him as far back as you can and work your hand around the part of him that you can’t fit in your mouth.

“You remember how we used to sneak around these halls between training exercises, looking for a quiet place for you to help me let go of all that pent-up adrenaline? Now here you are letting me use your mouth like old times.”

His hands hold the sides of your face, pushing you closer towards the patch of dark hair at his base. His heavy balls violently slap against your chin as he fucks your face.

Curse words spill out of his mouth when your throat spasms around him. A tear slides down your cheek as you gag, but Rooster is quick to gently wipe it away.

The sensation of your warm mouth is too much for him to last any longer. His hips buck a final time as he explodes in your mouth, his hot release shooting down the back of your throat, nearly choking you.

He pulls out, leaving you breathless and a slobbering mess.

“Still so good for me,” he pants. “Taking all this cock like we haven’t skipped a day. I wonder if your pussy still remembers it too?”

Rooster runs his fingers up your throat, collecting the mixture of cum and saliva before bringing those same fingers down to your bare pussy. He uses it as a lubricant to glide his fingers through your folds. Your hips buck against his hand as he zeros in on your clit and begins rubbing the sensitive bud.

Rooster smirks as he watches your head fall back in euphoria.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

You nod, unable to respond in between moans.

“Has it been a long time since someone touched this pretty pussy?”

“Yes,” you admit sheepishly.

“How could anyone resist? It's addictive.”

“I don’t want them.”

“Who do you want?”

Rooster gently grabs your chin and forces you to look at him when you answer.

“You. I want you.”

“C’mere.” Rooster rids himself of his sweatpants completely before pulling you down by your hips to straddle him.

His cock is still hard against his stomach, his earlier orgasm not enough to give him any relief. If he still had as much stamina as he did six years ago, you’re afraid you might not make it through the night, but it’d be a lovely way to go out.

He grasps his saliva-coated cock, bringing the tip up to your soaking core. You help him line up with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself until you're fully seated with his cock nestled deep inside you. Your insides burn at how big he is, but it doesn’t detract from your desire.

“God, you’re so big, Roos,” you whine.

“You take me so well. Best I’ve ever had.”

Rooster peppers kisses along your collarbone as you adjust to his size. It takes everything he has within him to restrain from eagerly bucking into you, but the last thing he wants to do is cause you pain.

After a few moments, his hands wander to your ass as he begins to rock his hips, gently thrusting into you. Your pussy feels like heaven wrapped around his cock and he can’t believe he’s lived without you for so many years.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” he whispers into your ear.

His admission causes your heart to flutter but makes your need to be ravaged by him more intense. You knew he was being delicate with you and if he would just allow himself to give in, there was a beast inside him waiting to be unleashed.

“Don’t hold back, please. I want it all,” you beg.

With your permission, Rooster’s large hands move to tightly grip your hips as he begins to manually move you up and down his cock.

Your ass slaps against his thighs with every bounce and the resulting sound echoes through the bedroom along with the lewd squelching of your pussy.

Your tight cunt feels like Heaven, but this isn’t enough for him. He needs more and he knows your body well enough to know you feel the same.

He temporarily pulls out to flip the two of you onto the bed. He throws your legs over his shoulders before he continues pounding into you.

Slowly but surely all of your senses are flooded by him.

The smell of the cologne still lingers on his skin, his ragged grunts are all you can hear. His hot, sticky skin is pressed against yours. You can still taste him on your tongue and the only thing in your line of vision is his hulking form. You’re consumed by him.

“You’re so perfect.” Rooster whispers, sucking a mark into the delicate skin below your ear.

You turn your head to meet his lips, winding your hands into his dark curls as his tongue explores your mouth.

“Fuck,” you whimper as he angles his hips to hit deeper, finding that special spot inside of you that makes your brain foggy with pleasure.

“Are you close, baby? I wanna see your beautiful face while you’re making a mess for me. You always look so pretty when you’re milking my cock.”

The pressure of his pelvis rubbing against your clit combined with the sweet words he’s whispering to you push you over the edge.

You let out a strangled cry as your high crashes over you. Pleasure floods your system as you cum around his cock, soaking him.

When he feels your pussy clamp down around him, Rooster’s pace falters as he finally lets go. His hot cum fills your cunt as he works both of you through your orgasms.

When it’s over, he slumps against you as you struggle to catch your breath. Every inch of your skin still feels like it’s on fire, but it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.

“God, that was amazing.” You pant as you rub his back.

Rooster finally pulls away from you, going to the bathroom to clean himself off. He comes back with a wet cloth to help you clean up before collecting your discarded bottoms.

When he joins you back in bed, he pulls you to lay against his chest with his arms tightly wrapped around you. The two of you lay in comfortable silence until you speak up.

You turn in his arms to look deeply into his eyes. “I lied earlier, at the bar. I told you I never thought about you, but I did, I do. I think about you all the time.”

“I meant what I said, Nightshade. I’ve waited forever for another chance with you. I let you get away the first time, but I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

Rooster pulls you in for a kiss to prove his love to you and you back to laying in his arms, pleased with the way the night had turned out.

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lacontroller1991 · 1 year

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Slow Dancing in the Dark (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Medic!GN!Reader)

Main Master List || Star Wars Master List

Author's Note: I do realize that that gif is not Obi-Wan and is not at night, but... I think it works

Warnings: Fluff, sexual innuendo (18+ Please), war talk, slight male nudity

Word Count: 680

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In the middle of a war, finding time to sleep is far and between. You sleep where you can and when you can; much like your early medical residency. Now is one of those times where you’re trying to get as much sleep as possible, however challenging it may be. The bed dipping beside you and a feather soft kiss to your bare shoulder rouses you out of a light sleep causing you to let out a tired yawn as the kisses continue. “Obi-Wan. What are you up to?” You turn around on your bed and face your secret lover, still in his robes and armor.

“I just missed you, darling. Is it so wrong that I want to show you my affection?” You both know the actual answer to that because yes, it is wrong, however, do either of you care? Not really. “Come on, get up.” He gently takes hold of your arm and pulls you out from underneath the covers as you groan in protest.

“Obi, I need sleep. I have an early shift in the infirmary tomorrow.” He doesn’t acknowledge your words as he pulls up a song from his holopad and shucks off his armor before pulling you into his arms. Letting a sigh fall from your lips, you look up to your lover before licking your thumb and trying to wipe away the grime from his face. “You couldn’t have taken a shower first?”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes as he spins you out from his body before pulling you back in, mindlessly swaying to the gentle music while the rest of the Temple sleep. “I figured you could join me in the refresher after our impromptu dance session.” The thought of sharing a shower with Obi-Wan and washing away the dirt and sweat to reveal his gorgeous gorgeous body does make your head perk up slightly, causing Obi-Wan to laugh. “Not so fast, my love. I want to finish this dance first.”

“Fine, but I get to do whatever I want with you, deal?” Obi-Wan nods in agreement as his hands wrap around your waist and your arms wrap around his neck, tugging the ends of his hair mindlessly as the two of you dance together to the music, just basking in each other’s presence, though you could tell something is wrong. “How long are you going to be here?”

“Always straight to the point,” he tries to joke but taking a brief look at your face he realizes that there’s no fooling you. “I leave tomorrow for another month.”

“But, you just got back.” Even though you’re both Jedi, you still can’t help but to feel heartbreak at the prospect of not seeing him for another month. Obi-Wan’s lips downturn as he hangs his head, the music in the background changing as if reflecting the mood in the room.

“I know (Y/N), the Council needs me though. With Anakin on his own mission, they need someone that can get the job done. However; I am talking with the Council about bringing more medics. The ones that we have aren’t enough to deal with all the injuries that the clones sustain. Perhaps I can convince them to allow you to come on the mission with me. Would you be willing to go with me?”

You pull away for a brief moment as Obi-Wan prepares for rejection. He knows that the work that you’re doing in the Temple is important and he doesn’t really want you to join him on the warfront, but he does want you by his side and he feels like that weighs more than anything.

“Yes. I’ll go with you.” Obi-Wan lets out a sigh of relief as you bury your face into his chest, listening to his heartbeat while he kisses the top of your head, savoring the feeling of you being so close to him. “Now, how about that shower?”

Laughing, Obi-Wan doesn’t hesitate to strip out of his robes before dragging you over to the refresher. “I think that sounds wonderful.”

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princessphilly · 2 years

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Sundress Season

Readers are race and size inclusive. Each one gets more and more smutty. You’ve been warned.

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Rooster

“Fuck me.”

You were there, a one shouldered brown sundress on your body, stiletto heel sandals on your feet that made your legs look extra long. And there was a pilot in front of you, first time back on the east coast in a while. Right now, he was staring at you like you were a glass of water and he was parched. Not what you expected but you were going to roll with it.

“Nice to see you too, Bradley. I thought you were staying in San Diego,” you replied, crossing your legs. You swear it looks like Bradley’s eyes were crossed as he stared at your legs.

Several moments passed and you smirked. Bradley finally replied, “You know I prefer it when you call me Rooster. Brad or Bradley only at other times. But yeah, I’m stationed in San Diego but I had to come out for Will and Stacy’s wedding.”

“How nice of you.”

You stood up, turning around and letting Bradley see the full effect of your dress. There was a strangled groan and you smiled to yourself. You had worn this dress on a whim, fully expecting to have wasted it but Bradley made your night.

Even though tonight was just a get together for Will and Stacy’s fellow UVA NROTC pals before the wedding, Bradley made sure he was by your side the whole time. And you teased him for it. It was fair game; he had been teasing you through the years with that perfect body. Now that you knew he was just as attracted, you were going to make him pay.

Well, that was your thought until you did Blow Job shots with a couple of other girls. Bradley’s eyes flashed brown fire and you found yourself pulled out of the hotel restaurant and into an elevator. Right now, as the elevator went up to your room, you had a Naval Aviator’s hand under your dress, his other hand holding your face as years of repressed attraction finally burst through.

Once you two were at your room, Bradley’s head was under your dress, his name on your lips. The next day, at the wedding rehearsal, you were deliciously sore and making plans for a trip to San Diego.

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Bob

The purple sundress graced your curves, picked out by Bob this morning. The halter was the perfect support and you were wearing the light cotton thong Bob had picked out.

Bob was in a very playful mood. Part of you should be scared but you were excited. “No, take those off,” Bob said, holding a pair of brief panties. Not the sexiest and you frowned for a second. Then you saw what was in Bob’s other hand.

“Lieutenant Floyd, you are up to no good,” you gasped. Bob smiled at you wickedly, his slate blue eyes brimming with mischief.

Sliding the thong down your legs, you threw it at Bob. He picked it up and sniffed it as you put on the briefs. “I’ll do it myself,” Bob said before you pulled the briefs all the way up. He placed the egg vibrator into you, smirking as he realized you were already wet at the thought of the game. Then he pulled the briefs up, covering the vibrator.

The whole time at the barbecue you two were throwing, you tried so hard to focus on everything but the vibrating egg inside of you. But whenever you least expected it, your shy aviator made it go, turning you into a wet mess. Halfway through, you had to go to the bathroom because you could feel your slick on your thighs.

Like a stealth pilot he was, Bob followed you, locking the door behind him as you stood in front of the mirror in your bathroom. “You’ve been so good for me, letting me play with you. And you’re so fucking sexy in this dress.”

A hand pushed you down onto the sink as you felt cool air on your bottom. Your dress was flipped up, panties on the floor as the vibrations were turned up extra high.

“If you can cum without screaming in the next five minutes, I’ll let you top me tonight,” were the smooth words you heard before you shoved your fist in your mouth, the first orgasm already racking through your body.

*****

Hangman

Your blue dress rippled around your thick thighs as you swayed with each step. You looked good and felt good as you stepped into The Hard Deck.

Making your way towards the bar, a hard arm pulled you into a rock hard body. “Didn’t I tell you that this dress was for my eyes only?”

You smirked as Jake nipped your ear. The sundress had a dangerous slit and Jake’s fingers had found it already. “You know I don’t like sharing what’s mine,” Jake added.

“Hmm, that sounds like a Hangman problem,” you retorted, letting Jake guide you towards the back with his hand on the small of your back. Then he guided you outside of it, pulling you toward his truck.

Green eyes gleaming, Jake replied, “Darlin’, i love it when you get bratty.”

Then you were bent over and Jake whistled. You hadn’t bothered with underwear at all. Then there was a smack and you gasped. Then Jake spanked you again, admiring how your skin heated under his hands. At first, he was just going to punish you for disobeying. But he needed to mark his property properly.

Undoing his belt, Jake unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. Fingering his girl, he murmured, “Can you be quiet for me, darlin’? Or are you going to keep disobeying,” his Texan drawl intensifying with his arousal.

You shook your head as you felt two fingers curl right on your gspot. Jake’s ministrations and the high stakes of your position had you ready to go for him. And when he finally entered you, you gasped, pushing back.

“Love it when you fuck back on me, sugar. Yeah, this is your cock,” Jake harshly whispered as he fucked you hard. It was quick and rough, just enough for both of you to cum hard but quietly, Jake’s seed deep inside of your cunt.

Pulling your dress down, you licked your lips. Jake groaned as he pulled you close to him. “You look fucked out, darlin’. Now though, everyone will know who you belong to.”

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leiakenobi · 2 years

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May I humbly request:

25. when they’re doing something outside, it’s dark outside, and one of them views something pretty in the sky, like a shooting star, or just the stars in general, and they pull their lover by the hand, all excited to watch the shooting star, and their lover looks at them in pure admiration

With Ed and Lorraine Warren pls ❤️ I’m kind of obsessed with how you write them it turns out

(1.5k followers celebration)

Babe I would love to write some Ed and Lorraine for you, oh my goodness. 🥰

This one clocks in at 786 words and I'd give it a General Audiences rating.

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Ed Warren was not generally an anxious man.

In his line of work, this was something of a necessity; he and Lorraine would have likely faltered years ago if either of them ever lost their nerve for so much as a moment.

On this particular evening, though, it was not hauntings and demons but rather fatherhood that had him on high alert: Judy and two of her schoolmates were camping in a tent in the backyard, and a loud rustling around midnight had prompted them to call out for him frantically. He’d made a great show of investigating the bushes and the trees high above them, courteous enough not to point out that their neighbor’s cats were known for skulking around the yard in search of scraps from their apple tree.

“Well, if there was anything here, looks like it’s gone now,” Ed had reported at last, brushing his hands definitively.

He knew, even as he said it, that Judy would look up at him with wide eyes and ask him to watch over the tent anyway.

At this point, he’d been sitting sentry for the better part of two hours, and it wasn’t precisely that he was nodding off—but his mind had wandered, perhaps, just enough that the feeling of Lorraine’s hand on his shoulder made him jolt.

“Careful, handsome,” she whispered teasingly. With a soft groan, she settled into the deck chair beside his, moving slowly in an attempt to make it creak as little as possible. “Don’t want to wake the girls.”

“I think it’ll be alright. They’ve been out for at least an hour.”

Lorraine offered him a gentle smile. “No more disruptions from Loki or Hermes?”

Ed might have laughed if he weren’t concerned about disturbing the stillness of the night; instead, he sniffed and shook his head. “Probably under the Millers’ porch having a cat nap by now.”

“Maybe you should take a cue from them.” Lorraine reached up as she spoke, and Ed leaned into her touch easily. His lips curled up as her hands settled into his hair and traced gently through the strands.

“I’m not sure how the Millers would feel about me crawling under their porch.”

She pursed her lips to hold back the smile that was threatening to peek through. “Probably not unlike how Father Peter will feel when you’re nodding off at church in about 7 hours.”

Oh, that was a low blow--

But a fair point, too, which made Ed grimace and sit back further in his chair. “I fall asleep one time during the homily and I’ll never hear the end of it.” He reached up and captured her hand easily, pulling it down from his hair to kiss the tips of her fingers. “I promised Judy, hon.”

Lorraine seemed on the brink of arguing further – Ed even heard her intake of breath – but when he glanced over at her with raised eyebrows, she gave it a long moment of thought. “At least promise me that you’ll take a nap while they eat their breakfast.”

“Cross my heart.” He mimed the gesture with his free hand.

A moment of affectionate exasperation hung over them, Lorraine glancing between Ed and their daughter’s tent before, at last, she smiled. “At least it’s a clear night.”

Ed hummed his agreement. “I found Mars just before you came out here.”

And just as Ed knew it would, this remark steered Lorraine’s thoughts entirely from bed. She leaned over the side of her chair, closer to Ed, as she squinted up at the night sky and asked, “Would you show me?”

He did, leaning in close and pointing up at the tiny spot in the midst of so many tinier spots.

They gazed at the planet together for several long moments, the quiet hanging over them quite comfortably until Lorraine let out a soft gasp. “Ed, look.”

For a moment, at least, he looked, watching a faint streak of a shooting star pass through the sky. But Lorraine was squeezing his hand tight and tugging him close and Ed could not help himself—he turned to look over her profile, only faintly visible by the light of the stars in the night sky. He looked at the crinkles at the corner of her eye and her wide smile with teeth and he was quite certain that there was nowhere else he’d rather be, at that moment, than watching over Judy with Lorraine at his side.

And then Lorraine glanced over at him and quirked an eyebrow. “Sap.”

Ed’s mouth fell open. “I didn’t say anything,” he whispered.

“You didn’t have to.”

Her lips pressed against his cheek, and alright—perhaps that was a fair point, too.

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Ice Cold

Whumptober 2022: 7. The Way You Shake and Shiver, 21. You’re Safe Now Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, f!reader, Reader is Iceman's Daughter Word Count: 760 TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Freezing, Death Note: Thank you to @marvelousmermaid for looking this over for me 💖

You were so cold. Colder than you could ever remember being before in your life. You were shivering from the inside out and you were worried you’d chip a tooth if your teeth didn’t stop chattering so fiercely. But at least your body had gone so numb that the injuries from your crash didn’t hurt anymore.

The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on you. In a way, it was poetic that Iceman’s daughter, code name Snowflake, was slowly freezing to death. But after your plane went down, you were too injured to find cover from the cold or to build a fire. You barely had enough strength to drag yourself away from your plane in case a fuel line caused an explosion. At this point, you were hoping for one. Explosions meant fire, and fire meant heat.

Unless that happened, your only hope was a rescue team located you soon. Maverick had been your team leader for this mission and you knew he wouldn’t stop until he found you. Your godfather had never failed you before, so you just needed to hold out a little longer. Knowing him, he’d have rangled together every available airman to help with the search.

It was becoming more difficult to breathe as the cold air stabbed at your throat and burned your lungs with each breath. Your vision began to blur and all you could see was the blanket of white stretching in front of you against the inky darkness of the night.

But suddenly, something else came into your field of vision. Struggling to bring the world back into focus, you finally made out a pair of combat boots standing before you, and the person wearing them squatted down to your level. Giving you a sad smile, he said, “Hey, baby.”

“D-Dad…” you breathed in astonishment. “Wh-what are you d-doing here?”

“Where else would I be?” Iceman asked. “I had to come get my girl.”

You managed a small chuckle before your body was racked with another intense shivering fit that you felt down to your bones. Weakly, you chattered, “Dad…. I’m s-s-so c-cold.”

He rested his hand on your cheek. “I know, but don’t worry. I’ll get you someplace warm real soon. You’ve done good, kid. Now it’s time to take you home.”

Bending down, he scooped you up into his arms just like he used to when you were a little girl. And as you leaned your head against his chest, you already felt his warmth radiating throughout your body.

You hummed as you snuggled in closer to him, your shivering slowly fading away. “I feel better already.” For the first time, you looked up and really took in the man carrying you. What you saw made you smile. “You look good, Dad.”

He returned your smile and said, “So do you, baby. Now, close your eyes. It’s all going to be okay.”

You nodded softly, suddenly overwhelmingly tired. With the warmth from your father wrapping around you like a blanket and the steady beat of his heart serenading you, you closed your eyes and finally drifted off to sleep.

Maverick was the first one to spot you about a hundred feet from where your plane had crashed. The second he saw the drag marks in the snow, he had taken off running but because of the fresh layer of snow, he had almost tripped over your snow-covered body.

Dropping to his knees beside you, he desperately tried to wake you, to find a pulse. But, despite his efforts, it was painfully clear by your blue-tinted lips and ice-cold skin that you were gone. That he had been too late.

He collapsed back into the snow and buried his head in his hands even as the emergency team began examining you. However, he knew there was nothing they could do.

Tears began to well up in his eyes as he silently begged Ice for forgiveness. Since they had met at Top Gun decades ago, Ice had saved Maverick’s career more times than he could count. And the only thing in all that time that Ice had ever asked in return was that Mav keep his daughter safe. It had been the last thing Ice had said to him before he died over a year ago and, now, Mav had failed him. He had failed you.

And as he stared up into the night sky where the snow and stars seemed to merge into one, Maverick just hoped that wherever the two of you were now, you were together once more.

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musings-of-a-rose · 1 year

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Can I pls have "you made me a better person" with Santiago Garcia?

A Better Person

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x f!reader

Word Count: 650+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Notes: Santi deserved to have some soft fluff love

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Santi never thought he would settle down. He definitely dated, but no one seemed right, no one made him want to stay and look for no one else, no one made him feel special, important.

Until you came along.

It was unexpected, a random encounter out in the world rather than at a bar or on one of those dating apps. You’d both reached for the same random flavor of chip on the shelf, Santi nearly choking on air as he took you in, his stomach leaping into his throat. He made small talk, flirted a bit, and oh my God when you laughed, the entire world laughed with you. He asked you out and you seemed shocked, like no one had ever asked you out before.

That was a year and a half ago.

Inseparable, you and Santi had moved in together after a year, a big step that Santi had never thought to take with anyone else. But now that you’re here? Everyday? He was so happy he thought his heart would burst from his chest. Getting to wake up next to you every day was his own personal heaven on earth, listening to the little sleepy sounds he’d pull from you when he ducked his head under the covers and shifted between your thighs. He didn’t see how he could get any happier.

Well…there was one way.

It was grocery day and Santi and you were at the store, picking up the things on your list and also checking out some new items. He seemed a little extra handsy today, always wanting to be touching you, his eyes nearly never leaving you. You turn the corner and head down the next isle, pausing to reach up for the same flavor of chips that you’d reached for when you met Santi.

“We gotta have thes-”

Words die on your lips when you turn around, seeing Santi on one knee, gently taking your hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Querida, before I met you, I was lost. I wasn’t the worst guy ever but I also wasn’t great. I’ve done some terrible things and I thought I was destined to just waste away, find no true love in this life. But then you came along and I was instantly drawn to you, falling in love the second you looked at me. I’m still shocked you agreed to go out with me,” He chuckles and you feel tears start to well up in your eyes.

“Every day with you has been the best day of my life. You made me a better person, a person worthy of your love, and for that, I am forever indebted to you. And I want to spend the rest of my life, and whatever lays beyond, trying to repay you. Querida, will you marry me?”

Santi holds out a small black box, opening it to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen, exactly your style.

“Oh, Santi! YES! YES I would love to marry you!”

The widest smile stretches across Santi’s face as he slides the ring on your finger, standing up with a slight groan that was cut off by your lips on his, applause from the other customers fading in the background as you kissed him deeply, arms wrapping around his neck. He pulls back, putting his forehead to yours.

“I love you, querida.”

“I love you, Santi.”

Within a few months, you became Mrs. Garcia and never go a day without being loved.

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 years

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It’s fanfic appreciation day so lemme appreciate the heck out of you all talented people

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My mum died a year ago today.

But this post isn't about me.

This post is about a group of people who, although we have never met, supported me through the kind of grief I never could have imagined.

A group of people who I met as a result of our shared "interests" on this hellsite (thank you, Rick Flag).

I don't have the right words to express my gratitude towards The Hive, but this is a small attempt at saying thank you.

I love each and every one of you.

I might not be present all of the time, and I might not contribute as much as I'd like to, but I love hearing about your days. I love your unfaltering support for each other. I love the chaos, the craziness.

I love you.

Please, don't ever change.

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#hive #katy gets emotional

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Happy Latine Heritage Month to all my fellow Latine writers and artists and readers and fans!!!

Please make sure you read and reblog from Latine writers and artists not only this month to celebrate but year round too! Especially in the Pedro, Oscar and Diego fandoms, support Latine (and all poc) creators!!

Tagging some of my Latine friends and mutuals as well!! Please give everyone a follow and check out their works too!! And feel free to add on to this list too so we can find and support other Latines in the fandom!!!

Also, I’d anyone wants an invite to my Pedro poc discord server, please send me a dm and I’ll link you!!

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@rae-gar-targaryen . Masterlist

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Also @maladaptivexxdaydreaming has a big, wonderful list of Latine writers as well

#support poc #hispanic heritage month #latine heritage month #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal#oscar isaac #Diego Luna #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfic writer #x reader

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Ice Cold

“D-Dad…” you breathed in astonishment. “Wh-what are you d-doing here?”

“Where else would I be?” Iceman asked. “I had to come get my girl.”

You managed a small chuckle before your body was racked with another intense shivering fit that you felt down to your bones. Weakly, you chattered, “Dad…. I’m s-s-so c-cold.”

He rested his hand on your cheek. “I know, but don’t worry. I’ll get you someplace warm real soon. You’ve done good, kid. Now it’s time to take you home.”

He returned your smile and said, “So do you, baby. Now, close your eyes. It’s all going to be okay.”

He collapsed back into the snow and buried his head in his hands even as the emergency team began examining you. However, he knew there was nothing they could do.

And as he stared up into the night sky where the snow and stars seemed to merge into one, Maverick just hoped that wherever the two of you were now, you were together once more.

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Watchful Eyes (Poe Dameron x F!Reader)

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Requested by @simpforbritgents : Can you do Poe and the prompt “Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here.”?

Author’s Note: SOOOO I think this is the first time I wrote for Poe (someone correct me if I’m wrong) and I’ve only seen the sequels once so if my interpretation sucks, I am sorry about it!!! BUT GOD HES SO PRETTYYYYYYY

Warnings: 18+, drinking, sensual dancing, Poe is horny for reader, talk of male erection

Word Count: 564

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He knows that he shouldn’t be watching you. He knows that as your commanding officer any relationship should be strictly professional. But it doesn’t change the fact that as you dance on the table, he’s rock solid in his pants.

It’s not often when the rebels have a chance to relax and let loose, and when they do, they go hard. Drinks are passed around, music is blaring, lights off (save for the disco ball that shines in many colors) and people chatting. When he wasn’t a general, he would’ve been partying like there was no tomorrow (which was often the case), but now he sulks in the back corner, glass of bourbon in his hand as his eyes narrow on your form, not going unnoticed by Finn who smirks to himself.

“You should probably go for her. She’s not seeing anyone you know.” Finn comments, taking a sip of his Ardees, causing Poe to look at Finn in question. “What? It’s very obvious you like her.” He walks away, leaving Poe by himself - brown eyes flicking back to your form only to see you pretend to go down on another person. Slamming his drink down, he stalks over to where you are, people moving out of the general’s way before he grabs your bicep, causing you to jump as he leans down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here.” The words have the blood rushing under your cheeks and you’re thankful that it’s dark in the room.

“What?”

“Come on.” He expertly guides you out of the room, not really caring about the pairs of eyes on him or you as he leads you down the numerous halls. Taking a quick look down, your eyes bulge at the sight of his erection, creating a tent in his pants as everything becomes clear. He wants you.

Wasting no time, Poe gently shoves you into his room, stripping down from his clothes while you watch in curiosity. Sure, you’ve had a crush on him for years but he’s your commanding officer. Any kind of fraternization would be frowned upon. “Poe?”

Poe stops what he’s doing as he looks you over, still dressed in your clothes, confusion on your face. His face drops as realization crosses his mind. “You don’t want me, do you?”

You lightly chuckle, moving over to him and taking his cheeks in your hands. “I do, it’s just I don’t want to be a one night stand. If you want me, maybe we can try a date first? Take it slow?” Poe smirks, standing to his full height and looking down at you, caressing your cheek while you lean into his touch.

“Is this your way of asking me out?”

“Yes, I suppose it is. What do you think?”

“I think I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7.” You nod with a smile before making your way to the door before his arm shoots out and grabs onto you, causing you to look at him. “Can you still stay the night though?”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You strip yourself of your clothes while he turns off the lights, dragging you to the bed and wrapping his arms around you while you cuddle into his side, the both of you falling asleep relatively quickly, excited for the next day together.

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Author’s Note 2.0 - I hope you enjoyed!!!!

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