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baekhvuns · 2 years

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YGE went from o to 1000??? Kpop stans are going to jail, finally! No but seriously whattttt. Thankfully I don't remember much from that dream, hehe. I only remember me saying "you don't need to walk so close to me" 🙃

Oh my sweet summer child, haha. Idk I used to be all for Damon, but I started to despise him, tbh I hated all the characters at some point, but also Delena was boring 😭 sorry I spent years obsessing over them and then was like "ok nvm". The mental gymnastics I went through because of PLL, don't even. Shadowhunters yes, rip to that show </3

Yeah I'm afraid we're all married then. No, but he needs to get a grip, who does he think he is pls. Okay perhaps you should've gone for YH x SH x Y/N fic then 😅

THOSE CUTE HOODIE SELCAS WERE TAKEN ON THE SAME DAY SANHWA RECORDED THE RUSH HOUR CHALLENGE I THINK??? I can't with him

Seonghwa talked about the cherry PC, he knows... and the way he mentioned putting a lot of thought in his photocard selfies. Yes WE FUCKING KNOW YOU'RE DOING THE MOST. I gotta tell him there's a stealer who wants to get his photocards 👀 he'll guard my body photocards

Isudishsjudgdgdhs I actually quite like Love in Contract, but I just can't stand the SLS, it's too much even though he's dumb, but I find it hard to care for the apparent main relationship </3

That's right not even crumbs. Didn't get Hyunlix and Kai, didn't get Ateez and Kai either. Some fucking bullshit

Yes, SM was slacking this time wtf all those pretty shots for nothing. 😭 they gave us INVU and Gasoline and reached their limit. Dark Seulgi so so so true I love her, need more of her

Yo what's with all that Soohyuk talk I missed 😭 y'all not gonna see the gates of heaven if you don't stop. I'm so sorry for not mentioning the Lee Soohyuk to Hwa though, but maybe next time? 💔💔💔 but what the fuck should I say lmaooo. I have a mission: I need to speak to blonde Hwa. I met Seonghwa as blonde for the 1st time and we started our relationship by hip thrusts in my face

Okay but that bathroom selfie is peak Seonghwa. He looked adorable, but then there's that sinful shoulder. So biteable

I know you're gonna hurt me bad with the new series, so I will simply pretend not to see whatever ending you've prepared. You'll not destroy me again! I have a vivid imagination 🤗 my simp king is coming and I have to smile!

It was the anniversary of the death of long haired Hwa, but at least he was pink at that time, so it softened the blow... I keep forgetting he's blonde now because of all the black hair content 😭

Uh oh miss Baek! Skz had a comeback, and you need to listen to this if you haven't already. Maybe it'll give you some ideas 😊😉😘 This and Red Lights....... why - DV 💖

hi helloo!

FOR ONCE, THEY DID 😭😭😭😭 no bc they better some deserve them so they can get in touch with reality,,, OH??????????? HELL;LOKDJFHKE THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED A LIL AND THE QUIET GASP,, BETSIE HWY WAS HE WALKING CLOSE WHAT AU WERE U IN WITH HIM,, PPT FORMAT POINT FORM APA MLA FORMAT SIZE 12, TIMES NEW ROMAN FONT RIGHT NOW

😭😭😭😭 PLS WHY DID U HATE HIM,,, i also just started so far so good it has a very cozy feeling esp bc it's christian girl fall now and the little crappy quality of it just makes the mood,,, is ppl actually a good show to watch bc finding the 'x' in the game alone got me pissed 😭😭😭😭

Yeah I'm afraid we're all married then. No, but he needs to get a grip, who does he think he is pls. Okay perhaps you should've gone for YH x SH x Y/N fic then 😅

i never thought id see u write the word m*rried fbjhdfblb NO LITERALLY SOMEONE, PUT HIM ON A LEASH JUSEYO 😭😭 i think i would have passed away instead of writing that bc that would mean three people in one smut and id deteriorate BUT the yunho fic is getting along bc my brain had a moment so the inspo is back, 15k atm hopefully will get this done fast for hwa to begin <3

THOSE CUTE HOODIE SELCAS WERE TAKEN ON THE SAME DAY SANHWA RECORDED THE RUSH HOUR CHALLENGE I THINK??? I can't with him /// Seonghwa talked about the cherry PC, he knows... and the way he mentioned putting a lot of thought in his photocard selfies. Yes WE FUCKING KNOW YOU'RE DOING THE MOST. I gotta tell him there's a stealer who wants to get his photocards 👀 he'll guard my body photocards

i LOVE HOW WE KEEP SAYING WE ARE DONE WITH HIM BUT THEN HE POSTS, AND WE FORGET HOW TO BEHAVE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 oh HE KNOWS he's deff a moot with some fan acc, AND U KNOW HE DID IT ON PURPOS TOO, WHO IN THE WORLD WOULD OUT A CHERRY ON THIER LIP LIKE THAT AND POST A PHOTO WHILE LOOKING BOTH HOT AND CUTE HOW IS THIS MAN POSSIBLE !!!!!! u gotta tell him his pc stealer is just doing work for the charity <3

Isudishsjudgdgdhs I actually quite like Love in Contract, but I just can't stand the SLS, it's too much even though he's dumb, but I find it hard to care for the apparent main relationship </3

have no watched since ep2 but i saw some spoilers, bestie was aDOPTED????? LMFAOO HE'S DUMB BUT HE'S OUR DUMB <3333

That's right not even crumbs. Didn't get Hyunlix and Kai, didn't get Ateez and Kai either. Some fucking bullshit

NOT EVEN CRUMBS OR A MISNCULE DUST,,, hyunlix and kai,, sitting on the table next to each other,, oH THEY MADE ME SO FURIOUS FLSBFLH HOW SHY ARE U ALL 😭😭😭😭 kai and hwa met backstage??? no proof hwa we need it LIVE ON STAGE AND HOPEFULL AT THAT FESTIVAL THEY MEET AND ID LIVE MY HWA KAI FANTASY MY FICS WOULD COME TRUE ID CRY JHGEJHK

Yes, SM was slacking this time wtf all those pretty shots for nothing. 😭 they gave us INVU and Gasoline and reached their limit. Dark Seulgi so so so true I love her, need more of her

they really wasted those pretty shots for the teasrers, which wow omg was so so pretty, could've got miss sulgi in some cathedral doing her choreo but instead we got studio choom sm basement version,,, invu and gasoline was sO stunning visually, the costumes and everything,,, miss seulgi could've gotten that dark villain costume omg 😭😭😭😭 but like her solo lore is so interesting i hope sm makes her have a CB where they go full in

FGSKDFGF IT WAS A FEILD DAY LAST NIGHT 😭😭😭😭 oh bestie nEXT TIME THE FIRST THING U BETTER SAY TO HIM HIS LEE SOOHYIK AND PULL UP A SIDE BY SIDE PHOTO OR IM ONTO U HFABKJ pLS THATS SO FUNNY EVERY TIME U SAY IT "we started our relationship by him thrusting in my face" CRYINGHEGKJHG;

Okay but that bathroom selfie is peak Seonghwa. He looked adorable, but then there's that sinful shoulder. So biteable

his slight skin made the internet panic this mf 😭😭😭😭 how can one be the deadliest combo of cute and sexc what the hell 😭😭 sO BITEABLE UR RIGHT,, CHOMP CHOMP IT

the ending or the beginning <333333 does miss yn even end up with him? who dies? who lives? what goes wrong? what secrets are revealed? i just know one thing will surprise everyone <3 i WILL TRY NOT TO DESTROY ANYTHING AIMING FOR A GOOD ENDING FOR ONE (8) OF THEM AT LEAST

It was the anniversary of the death of long-haired Hwa, but at least he was pink at that time, so it softened the blow... I keep forgetting he's blonde now because of all the black hair content 😭

no literallly i keep forgetting he's blond bc we had that other colour for os long,,,, it feels like im seeing edits instead of reality 😭😭😭😭

Uh oh miss Baek! Skz had a comeback, and you need to listen to this if you haven't already. Maybe it'll give you some ideas 😊😉😘 This and Red Lights....... why - DV 💖

OHHHHHH BESTIE THIS IS PHEWWWWWW THIS SCREAMS VILLIAN YN OH THAT DROP WAS NASSTTYYYY leeknow's vocals omg,, my mind exploded a little i listened to its slowed and reverb too and fell a little,,, this song goes so well omg this one too! king taeyeon's vocals, i also think this would fit this villain notion very well but slowed is insane

bestie the fact awards is today which means new hwa photos…BETSIEBRBNWHDKWDH

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emmikmil · 3 years

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keep me in your heart for a while

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female!reader

Word count: 6,6K

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Warnings: Mild talk of injuries, a little sad, oral sex (f receiving) unprotected sex (this is fantasy ok IRL wrap that shit up and be SAFE)

Summary: You help Din after a chance encounter near your home. A friends to lovers with fluff, smut, some hurt/comfort and some mild angst. Set before and during season 1 of The Mandalorian.

A/N: This is part of the sl+ discord fic exchange and I wrote this for the amazing and lovely @koskareevesismyqueen I hope you enjoy!! Also big love to @soyelfuegoquearde for the beta read of my monster fic! Fic title is from the song Keep me in your heart by The Wailin’ Jennys <3

It takes you by surprise to hear blaster fire breaking the tranquil silence as you walk home. You had taken your bi weekly trip to the bustling city close by to stock up on supplies and it was unusual for any person, let alone people with blasters, to be nearby. Where you live is quiet and peaceful, nothing violent has happened in this small corner of the galaxy. Your house was tucked deep in the forest, nobody using this trail but you in your trips back and forth to the city.

You step off the path slowly to lean against a nearby tree to peer over to your left. The blaster fire had ceased for a moment but it renewed again, only closer this time. You drop down quickly, your heart jumping to your throat as an odd pinging noise rattles the air, like the shots were hitting something metal and a groan echoes throughout the trees. One last shot, then silence settles in the quickly dimming forest.

You take a few moments to breathe and get your heart settled before walking on shaky legs to the path. You have to get home, you can’t dwell on whatever fight has taken place. It’s over and it was best you got home before darkfall. As you continue down the trail, your adrenaline spikes again as you hear shuffling and more groaning. You pause and swivel your head back towards the sound. You had figured with the final shots there was no one left alive. Something inside told you to go, told you someone needed help. You pace for a moment longer, mind clicking into overdrive wondering what you were going to do. With a sigh, you walk off the path again, telling yourself you would just look and see. You doubt you can fix a blaster wound, but maybe your limited knowledge could help.

You make your steps as quiet as possible as you crept to the outskirts of the scene. Before you was a man, with his hands bound in front of him and several more men lay around him. None of them were moving and you assume it wasn’t them making those noises. Rustling to your left makes your gaze snap to another man, a very large armored man.

A Mandalorian.

You try in earnest to contain your gasp at the sight. Your eyes grow wide and you unknowingly take a few steps forward. You had grown up on stories about the Mandalorians. Their honor and creed at the forefront of every story about the armoured warriors. They had always fascinated you as a child and now one was right in front of you. He was trying to sit up now, struggling with his leg and holding a hand to his side. Before you could take another step his other hand snapped out, leveling his blaster point blank at you without even looking up.

“No, wait sir please, don’t shoot! I heard blasters and thought someone might be hurt, I just wanted to help!” You hold up your hands for good measure and back away a few steps. He finally looks at you, studying you carefully before slowly lowering his blaster. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. “Can I- Will you let me help you stand up at least?” you ask, still eyeing his blaster wearily.

“Thank you, that would be appreciated.” His reply startles you for some reason. You thought perhaps it was the fact that a Mandalorian was speaking to you in the first place, but really it was that despite the modulator in his helmet making his voice sound tinny, it still sounded so warm. Deep, warm and husky were the best descriptions, the only thoughts flying through your brain as you stare at the sprawled out figure below you. With a small shake to your head, you drop your heavy bag and walk forward to offer up your hand.

“You’re either very brave or not very bright for doing this-” His own words cut off with a grunt as he stands, leaning more on his right leg. He stumbles a bit before your arms reach out, grasping his forearms to steady him.

“It’s closing in on sundown, it’ll be cold. I didn’t want to leave a helpless person out in the forest alone.” You couldn’t help but huff, annoyed at his words, more so that he was somewhat right in his criticism.

“A helpless person with a blaster?”

“Hey, I only came closer because you’re a Mandalorian! Your people are honorable and you wouldn’t hurt an innocent person...right?” You hate the hesitancy in your voice, how it shakes a little in the pause before you finish your sentence. You had assumed, once he assessed you were not a threat, that the man in armor wouldn’t cause you any harm. Before you can doubt yourself or start to run, he lays a hand down gently on your shoulder.

“I won’t hurt you.” His voice, while still laced in pain, was soft and comforting, soothing any panic starting to swell in you. “If you could just help me to my ship, I can patch up before heading out.” You nod and gently take his arm to place it around your shoulders, slowly starting to lead him towards the path.

“Oh, what about the uh…” you point behind you to the bounty still on the forest floor before leaning down, heaving your bag to settle on your back before adjusting the Mandalorians arm back around your shoulders.

“Leave it, I’ll come back for them in the morning.” With that, you both start towards his ship in silence, which was parked not too far away from your own home. You had heard something late the night before, chalking it up to a dream and not paying much attention to it. That had to have been when he landed. You pause again for him to catch his breath, his movements getting more lethargic, his ankle dragging worse and worse.

“How much farther is your ship again Mandalorian?” you ask while steadying his form. It was nearly black out now, the only light visible was the stars above and the small twinkle of light coming from the small lamp in your window.

“It’s just there,” he points towards the right ”just past that treeline, down the hill. Another twenty minute walk.” you bark out a laugh and pivot him back to the left.

“No way, neither of us can last that long, especially in the dark. My house is right here, I can patch you up and you can stay with me for the night. No arguing” The last bit spoken quickly when you hear him take a breath to respond.

You already knew he was quiet and independent, and somewhat stubborn, but you were not helping this man limp another twenty minutes. You guide him up the small path to your door, leaving his side to open it and gesture him to come inside, He limps in and stands in the middle of the room, watching as you bounce around the room, putting your supplies down on the table and rummaging in a drawer in the kitchen for your small medkit. You turn back and bite your lip in thought, glancing between the large Mandalorian and the now comically sized couch and armchair behind him.

“Go through that door, my bed will be easier for me to patch you up on.” You turn, setting water to boil for some tea before following him back to your room. “You have to take off some of that armor for me to take a look…” you flush slightly as he sits rigidly on the side of your bed. You turn away fiddling with the medkit, opening it, taking out some gauze and bacta spray as the sound of armor piling up on your floor echoes around the quiet house. You turn back around as he clears his throat.

The armor covering his leg, stomach, and chest were gone leaving only his worn pants and shirt underneath. The armor piled up in the corner along with both of his boots. You gulp, shaking your head as you bend to examine his ankle. Not broken to his luck, just twisted and swollen. The graze on his side from the blaster fire didn’t look too bad either. To fill the silence as you work you half-heartedly ask the story about this bounty. To your surprise, the Mandalorian, or Mando at his request, told the story of the bounty. How it had only become trouble when several of his crooked buddies came to “rescue” their friend, but ended in all of them dying in the quick battle. You both finish around the same time and he murmurs a quiet thanks as you clean up. You gently touch his shoulder as he goes to sit up.

“Hey now Mando, keep off that ankle. You may hurt it worse moving it more tonight. You’re more than welcome to stay here tonight. I’m making tea now and I’ll bring you some food.”

“You don’t have to go to the trouble” he begins to argue, just like you knew he would, and that thought makes you smile.

“I don’t mind. It’s nice to have company and...it’s cool to meet a Mandalorian. I grew up on stories about you, so-” you shrug at that, shuffling your feet before moving to the door ”besides, the bacta needs to work on that ankle. Should be fine by morning.” you threw over your shoulder before scurrying to the now boiling water. You could have sworn you heard a soft laugh but push that thought away, instead focusing on a small plate of food and tea for Mando.

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He sits in the cockpit of the Razor Crest, leaning his head back for a moment to watch the morning light break through the horizon. He hadn’t slept a wink the night before, too on edge to rest his body how he needed to. The adrenaline of the day before from the ambush hadn’t faded as it normal did. Being hurt, feeling almost helpless as he heard a figure walk toward him. He is glad now he didn’t shoot first like he normally did. He won’t admit to being startled by this woman in the middle of forest, walking right onto a grizzly scene wanting to do nothing but help the person who was injured. It left his guard up, and he nearly rejected her, but that tree root twisted his ankle something fierce, and he was not looking forward to crawling back to his ship in the dark.

Din knew he wasn’t the most gracious guest with his stubbornness and attitude but she didn’t even bat an eye. He hopes the credits he left on her table would be enough to pay for the supplies she wasted on him. As he takes off, heading to take the now frozen body back to Nevarro, he finally allows his body to relax in his comfort space. He had seen very little kindness in his adult life, specifically kindness where some kind of reward wasn’t expected in return. Try as he might to ignore his exchange with the woman, images and conversation from the night before dance around in his head. He wonders when, if ever, they will fade.

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You admit you had been just a little disappointed that he had left so early, and he had been so incredibly silent. You had startled awake from the nest you’d made in your cozy chair well into the late morning. You had walked to your table to see his dishes from the night before, his empty tea cup and his plate that you had put bread and cheese on. You couldn’t help but laugh at the crusts, now incredibly stale, still left on the plate. The big, strong, and snarky Mandalorian didn’t like the bread crusts. Your laugh died on your tongue as the light hit the large pile of credits stacked just behind the dishes. You shifted everything around, hoping he had left a note or explanation for the credits, but there was none to be found.

Your mind drifts to him often in the next several weeks. Every time you use the credits you thought of him. You spent them to restock your med kit, and even treat yourself to some books you had been eyeing for too long now. Sometimes at night, curled in your chair by the fire with your new books your mind would wander. Mostly you wonder if he thought about you, if his own mind drifts to the quiet night you two had shared. It hadn’t been much. After patching him up you brought him some food and tea, slinking away with heat flooding your face when you realized he couldn’t take off his helmet in front of you. You two talked a bit later that night, when you came to check his ankle before bed. He had been quiet and watchful of every move you made. He did answer the few questions about his creed that you just couldn’t help but ask. You wish now that you had asked more, wanting to hear his voice more, but all you could do was commit the moments to memory, a tale to tell your future children of how you saved a real Mandalorian.

Perhaps that is why you were so gobsmacked when said Mandalorian walked up to you several weeks later as you tend to the garden. His shadow engulfing your frame as you crouch, urging the crooked plant to stand upright.

“Are you...here for a bounty or something? I-shit i’m sorry that was rude.” You can’t help but smile as his shoulders shook under the armor as you fidget with your gloves.

“Had to stop and get supplies. Figured I would come see if you’ve saved any other strangers in the forest.” you scoff at his teasing tone, standing up to brush the dirt off your legs.

“I did actually, they even ate the crusts on their bread, unlike the last guy.” Your glare and cocky smirk melt away to a large smile as the Mandalorian barks out a real genuine laugh. “Come on now Mando, I’ll put on some tea.”

This interaction happens time and time again, he would stop by every month or so on his way to turn in bounties. After a few visits he brought you different teas he would find in markets around the galaxy, or even a book he thought you would like. The air between you two was easy, and you could tell he was more and more comfortable, having no problem lounging by the fire listening to your rattle on about the book you were reading or what your friends had been up to in the city. He never stayed overnight at your house again, but he would stay late sometimes and those were your favorite times.

You two would sit close and talk more seriously, leaving your usual joking and playful banter to die out with the sunlight. He told you of his parents, his childhood, his early days when he was reckless and wild. In turn you shared your secrets, troubles and your dreams. Mando may not be the most talkative during some visits but he was always so attentive, soaking up every word you said. It was one of those moments where he first called you cyare instead of your name. As you looked at him confused, he confessed, quite nervously in fact, that it meant friend in mando’a and your heart swelled. You knew he was alone a lot of the time and it sent warmth to flood your body knowing that he considered you a friend, a real friend.

Before you knew it, it had been over a year since you two had first met. You never quite knew when he would arrive, but he did each time, gift in hand asking if you had picked up any more wayward strangers and each time you would accept his present and roll your eyes as he laughs. You believe it was in these moments, in the playful jabs, the afternoons spent talking, that you felt the joy of friendship blossom into a yearning unlike anything you've ever felt. It made you happy to be his friend, even if it stings with the wish to be more than that. So you took each visit and savored the moments,

This latest visit was on the shorter side, with him being behind from hunting someone down and he needed to turn them in ASAP. Yet he still stopped in to see you, handing you more of your newfound favorite tea. Time went by fast as you talk and catch up and soon enough he stands, heading for your door before turning to look at you.

"Be safe cyare, don't bring home any strangers." You roll your eyes playfully like always

"You too big guy, watch out for those tree roots on your way out!" Your giggle echoes behind you as he dramatically flings your door open and strolls out to his ship. You follow and wave from your doorway as he leaves, only going inside as you see him fly away. Your heart aches but your usual goodbyes always soften the blow of his absence, the nicknames and inside jokes bringing a smile to your face,

You just wished that you savored that last visit more, wished it had been longer. That last goodbye echoed in your mind as the next month comes and goes with no sign of Mando. Then two months, then three pass with nothing. His voice bounced in your mind, echoing in the silent nights. You knew how dangerous his job was, had seen a small portion of it first hand, but you never questioned the possibility of him just being...gone.

You had no way of communicating with him, knew of nobody else he knew. Asking around the town was hopeless, and with every month that passed, the more your heart cracked open. By the sixth month you just stopped hoping, stopped imagining him walking through your doorway. You continued with life, work, friends, and shopping. Before you always enjoyed taking walks through the forest, but now it left such an ache in your chest, passing the spot near your home where you first met him. Going back and forth to the city was now a dreaded task that you put off as long as possible.

This is where you find yourself now, hurrying past that area with your head down, swallowing down all your emotions. Your only focus right now was to get in the house, put your items away and lose yourself in a book to unwind. You repeat this like a mantra in your mind, focusing so heavily on it that hearing your name almost makes you stumble backwards. Your head snaps up, eyes widening as you take in the sight of Mando walking towards you. The moment feels like it’s in slow motion, feeling so dreamlike and it's not until he touches your face with his gloved hand that the spell breaks. With a gasping sob you throw yourself into his body, holding him for dear life and whimpering out his name as you try to catch your breath.

"Oh cyare, I'm so sorry. I came as soon as I could." He held you right to his chest as he soothes your hair back. He kept murmuring apologies softly in your ear as your cries finally dwelled and you two stand like this, clinging to each other in relief, only breaking away when a soft coo sounds from somewhere behind Mando. You sniffle and peek behind his body, seeing an orb floating midair with a small bundle inside. You look between the orb and Mando before stepping around him and walking forward. Sitting up inside the orb was the cutest little green baby staring up at you.

“Well hi there little one.” you say as you bend down to be at eye level with the baby. He stares at you with his large dark eyes before making another cooing sound and holding his tiny arms out to you. You glance back at Mando who nods, and you carefully nestle the baby in the crook of your arm, being careful of the obnoxiously big ears that now wiggle as he smiles up at you. The baby’s smile widens and he makes an almost purring sound as Mando walks up, placing one hand on your lower back and the other to pat the baby’s head with gentle affection. You smile as you look up at Mando. “Seems like you’re the one picking up strangers now, huh?” The low laugh Mando makes sets your heart leaping from your chest. You must be making a face because he slowly starts to rub circles into your back.

“It’s a long story, but the kid and I can stay awhile If...that’s alright with you?” He seems nervous and hesitant asking this, but on instinct you grab his hand and pull him towards your front door,

“I’ve got all the time in the world Mando. I’ll make tea and food while you talk.”

For the rest of the afternoon and early evening Mando tells you everything that happened with this small bounty, his change of heart, the harrowing close encounters and the overall life on the run these two had endured. While it hurt knowing how hard Mando pushed and fought to keep them safe, it made you happy that he wasn’t alone. It was easy to see how close they had grown, how much of a protective father he has become over this magically inclined green baby.

The baby quickly attaches to you, eating up every ounce of food you offer him, and you give Mando a knowing look as the baby eats every piece of bread, even the crust. As darkness falls, the baby is put to bed, easily going down from his busy afternoon and silence takes over. Mando fidgets, seeming uncomfortable much like his first visit here and it sets you on edge.

After a while he finally breaks the silence. “I’m sorry again, you know it wasn’t safe to come here before. I couldn’t bring any danger to you. I know you were lonely-”

“Wait, wait. Lonely? You think I was upset because I had been lonely?” Your harsh tone cutting him off made Mando pause and shake his head.

“That’s not what i meant cyare-” You stand up abruptly, shaking your head at him, cutting off his words again

“I thought you were dead. This entire time Mando. I thought all I would ever have are the memories of our stories, our jokes, that your laugh would haunt my dreams. Don’t get me started on that damn nickname you call me,” you stop yourself before you wake the baby and try to compose yourself. Your hand goes to your heart, almost shielding it before you force yourself to take a breath and look Mando straight on. “This wasn’t a friend leaving with no contact for months. It meant so much more- you mean so much more.”

Your confession hangs there between the two of you, making the air so thick in its resounding silence that you turn away, but a gentle hold on your wrist stops you from moving away. At his whisper of your name you turn, seeing him stand up slowly.

“Cyare means beloved.”

Those three words knock every ounce of air out of you and you blink away tears as you stare at him in wonder. “Mando does that...mean that you-”

“Yes, for a long time now.” He steps forward and bends his head, bringing your foreheads to touch. You then take hold of either side of his helmet, bringing him down even more so that you press your lips to his forehead. After he lets out a shaky exhale he asks quietly “Do you trust me?”

Without even an ounce of hesitation, you answer “Yes, absolutely I trust you.”

He gently takes your hand and leads you back to your bedroom. He pushes the door open and closes it as you walk in. You hope he can't hear how loud you swallow as he closes the curtains, blocking out the moonlight and plunging the room in complete darkness.

The next moments would be engraved into your mind for the rest of your days. A gentle hiss filled the room before you felt hot air near your face. “Can I kiss you cyare?” His lips are so close to yours and you shiver as your mind struggles to catch up. With a hitch in your breath you realize…

His helmet. He took off his helmet.

With that realization you surge forward, pressing your lips to his and throwing your hands up and forward to bury themselves in his hair. Mando lets out a small gasp at the contact, the true first bit of touch he’s felt on his face, and you take the opportunity to gently slide your tongue inside his mouth; Deepening the kiss makes both of your brains go fuzzy and it's a sloppy and beautiful tangle of lips and tongues. You have no idea how long you two stand there and kiss, learning and exploring each other’s mouths, but you wish with every bit of your heart that this moment, this feeling, everything that you’re experiencing with him will never end.

However it does have to end, and you break apart to catch your breath, noses touching as you both pant. Mando takes no time however, and presses wet kisses all over your face, seeming to not want to keep his lips off of you. You giggle at his affection, pulling him closer to slow his movements, fumbling in the dark to find his lips as you kiss him sweetly before pulling away once more. “Let's catch our breath a bit, Mando.” He’s so close to you, you can feel his lips turn up into a small smile.

"Sorry, got carried away there. I've never…" At his pause you want to smack yourself, remembering just how important this was. To take his helmet off to kiss you, even in the dark? You wonder exactly how inexperienced he is but his voice returns once more. "I don't regret it, this was-this was worth waiting for."

One of your hands leaves his hair and you cup his cheek, feeling the slight stubble beneath your palm. "Oh Mando, I-"

"Din. My name's Din. You can use it if...you'd like to."

You felt his jaw shake under your palm, could damn near taste his nervousness and that just wouldn't do. You whisper his name against his lips before diving back into his kisses. At this his resolve seems to snap and his hands tentatively start to wander from their place on your waist, one tracing up and down your spine while the other grips your hip.

You slowly start to walk him backward towards your bed, but Din surprises you as he flips you two around and falls back, sending you both tumbling onto the bed. The movement was so quick and unexpected you couldn’t help but let out a giggle as you cuddle up to him and continue to press kisses on his lips, the tip of his nose, and back to nip at his jaw. That contentment you both had just standing and kissing in your room fades as his body settles next to yours. You lay on your sides facing each other, sharing kisses wherever you could reach.

Before things could go further, you had a burning question to ask. "Din we can just do this. I don't want to pressure you into more, especially if this is your first time and-"

His laugh was somehow even more enchanting outside of the helmet and butterflies erupt in your chest before bursting into flames as he speaks. "I meant I had never kissed before, I have done...other things before, just with the helmet on."

You can't help but nuzzle his nose with affection before whispering "I want this if you do Din." The moment his pleas left his mouth you threw your leg over his hip and try to grind down on him as you pull him into a searing kiss.

He sighs into the kiss before he pulls away and starts tearing away his armor and clothes. At least that is what you assume he's doing by the dull thuds and clanks and muttered curses. You take the hint too, quickly peeling off your clothes. As you finish you feel his bare hand reach for you and he pulls you back into him, throwing your leg over his now bare hip and putting his lips back onto yours.

This lit a fire in you, unlike anything you’ve known. You wanted him now, needed all of him or else flames would consume every part of you. It took you a moment to realize the high-pitched whine you heard didn’t come from Din. He was currently whispering your name with his hand gripping your hip, stilling your hips.

“I just need, please I just-let me kiss you. I want to taste you, please.” he whispers against your lips and the desperate sound of his voice breaks through the kiss driven lust inside your brain. You remember with a jolt that he’s never kissed anyone, never tasted anyone before,and you take in a shaky breath before rolling onto your back. You couldn’t name what exactly that swell of emotions was inside you as he began to place kisses over your face and down your neck. Knowing that you are the first person he’s ever wanted or trusted to kiss brings a flood of warmth to your chest. That warmth however quickly rushed down to your abdomen as Din licks the hollow of your throat and presses a small kiss there. He takes his time as he kisses down over your heart and further to your breasts

He spends longer there than you expect, very clearly enjoying the feel of them in his hands as he massages and kisses every inch of them. He’s sucked more bruises on your breast than anything but you have no heart to complain. He only stops when you finally beg him to move, and he mutters a quick apology as he kisses and licks to your stomach. His hands move to your knees and prys your thighs apart. As he settles lower to place kisses along your inner thigh he stops. You realize with a rush of heat to your face, just how wet your thighs had become. You had been rubbing them together trying to find any relief as he devoured every inch of your breasts and you didn’t realize just how wet it made you. You suck in a breath as you feel Din’s fingers lightly trace over your slit and he groans as realization also settles in for him.

“We’ve barely...I haven’t even touched you here and you’re already this wet for me?” you can’t help but let out a breathless laugh at his voice, which sounds like he is in complete awe of you. Before you can reply his head dips down, licking your arousal from your thighs. He takes great care in licking both thighs clean and you nearly cry in relief when he licks from your entrance to your clit in one slow movement. You can feel his hands shake as he holds your thighs apart and slowly works you over with his tongue.

You know Din has never done this before, so you let him explore you like this, enjoying the sensations of his mouth all over your pussy. His unsure kisses around your lips, the long licks up your slit gave way to him being more confident with your hums and gasps of approval urging him forward. While it feels amazing, you need more, so you take his hair in your hand and with a slight tug, you get his attention.

“Up here, right here at my clit just-” you let out a choked out gasp as he licks right where you need it. “There Din, just suck there and- and put your fingers inside me, just one to start.” Din was all too eager to please you and gently sucks on your clit while he pushes one of his thick fingers inside you. You kept one hand twisted around his hair and the other to cover your mouth from the very loud moans now tumbling out. With a particularly harsh suckle, you gripped his hair even more, pushing him forward as your hips lift to grind down onto his face. The vibrations from Din groaning into your heat only magnifies the feeling and you melt, doing nothing but writhe and muffling your gasps and moans. As you feel a second finger breach you to join the first, his other hand curling around your wrist near your mouth. You close your lips to try and keep quiet as Din gently pulls your hand down to the mattress and intertwines your fingers together.

“I want to hear you, please, I want to listen to you fall apart.” His lips barely leave you, his warm breath coming out in pants over your sensitive clit, the puffs of air sending goosebumps down your whole body. With that, he returned to licking, sucking, and even biting a little, and soon enough, you did exactly as he asked. You didn’t hold back the sounds and moans spewing from your mouth and you damn near scream his name as a third finger entered you just as your orgasm hit. His fingers never let up their steady rhythm, only slowing when your body releases from its rigid state and you melt into the blankets beneath you. You twitch and sigh as you feel his fingers leave you and his tongue replaces them, gently licking you, drinking up every bit of your release.

As your breathing slows back to normal, you feel Din shift between your thighs, and you hear him grunt as a slick sound fills the room. The heat that melted from your body with your orgasm came back tenfold when you realize those slick sounds were Din stroking his cock. Stroking himself with the hand that was just moments ago finger fucking you, making his cock slick and preparing to enter you. Your every thought was lost in a lusty haze that you didn’t realize you began to murmur the word please over and over again, Din leans over you, pressing his lips to yours softly to quiet you down.

“Are you ok? You want to keep going?” His questions were so sincere, it was made funnier when you realize the fingers cupping your cheek were the same that were buried inside you and stroking his cock only moments before. Grinning, you push forward, kissing the edge of his mouth softly before wrapping your legs around his waist to guide him to fit perfectly between your open thighs.

“Yes, I’m good, please let’s keep going.” With that Din seals his lips to yours and shifts, slowly pressing inside you. You only broke the kiss when Din finally bottomed out, parting to both groan as your walls clenched around him. His thick cock stretches you just enough to almost be painful before it fades out into pure bliss as he grinds into you. You cling to his back as he starts to move. He keeps his thrusts shallow and deep, keeping himself buried in you as much as possible. All you can do is hold on for dear life as he steadily fucks you deeper into the mattress. His lips never leave your skin, mostly he keeps them on your lips to swallow down every gasp you let out. From this angle, his pubic hair was giving just the smallest bit of friction to your clit and while it feels good, you need a new angle. With every bit of force you can muster you clamp your thighs around him and roll the both of you over so you loom over him.

“Was that not good? Was I-" you cut off the questions with a mess of a kiss, and even if he can't see you, you gave him the biggest grin.

"Wanted to try something new. I can't let you always be in control Din, you have to learn to share." And with that you grind down and circle your hips, grinning even more at the gasp and slew of curses that escaped his lips. You set a faster past than before, the fire building inside was growing stronger with each second. Next time you tell yourself, next time you two will take it slow. Right now all that matters is the burning in your belly, the chills crawling up your spine, and Din moaning your name into the dark room.

It seems it is Din’s turn, his patience snapping, he moves his iron grip on your hips to your ass, gripping them as he slams you down onto him as he thrusts up. This sucks every bit of air from your lungs and you fall forward, bracing yourself on his chest as he picks up the pace. Just as your breath returns to you and you moan, the air whooshes back out of your lungs as Din spits out through clenched teeth. “That’s my good girl, I knew you could take my cock so well. So. Fucking. Well.” Each of his last words were punctuated by bone rattling thrusts and you scream into his chest before sitting up, prying one of Din’s hands off your ass, bringing it to your clit. He takes the hint and swirls tight and fast circles around you and it is just what you need. With a broken cry you fall apart, collapsing back onto his chest and groaning into his shoulder. Din holds you close and meets his end after a few more thrusts, clutching your back and burying his face into your hair. You two lie there tangled together until you can catch your breaths. Eventually you lean up and you giggle as you try and fail to find his lips. He chuckles too as your lips find his cheek and chin before finally pressing against his lips. You kiss lazily like this, basking in the afterglow; tongues tangling, your hands twisted in his hair, and his nails slowly tracing lines up and down your back.

Din is the first to pull away, rolling you both over to the side before he starts to pull away.

“No, stay” you mumble groggily, the emotions and actions of the day weighing heavily on your now sated body.

“I’ll be back, we need to clean up.” he huffs as you whine and paw at his body, but Din easily gives in, letting you win this battle. He gladly lets you position him back down, lying flat on the bed as you cuddle into his chest.

“Clean later, just hold me for a bit.” He kisses your forehead and you hum in contentment. As your body falls deeper into relaxing, sleep slowly taking over, you hear him speak quietly, lips till pressed to your head.

“Good night cyar'ika.”

This rouses you from your sleepy state enough to ask, “that one doesn’t mean friend, right?” You smile as you feel his body shake beneath you as he laughs.

“No, it doesn’t mean friend. Good night Darling.”

You both fall asleep with smiles on your faces and hearts fuller than either of you even knew possible.

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A Happy Accident

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!Reader

Warnings: This is pretty tame, some angst, lots of pining, minor wound, bomb mention, hospital scene

Notes: So the discord server I’m part of decided to do a fic exchange! Basically everyone who signed up was assigned to someone to write for, and someone to write for them. As of writing this post (since I’m scheduling it) I don’t know who wrote for me yet, but I wrote this for @empress-palpat1ne. We were given a list of characters they liked to choose from, some genre’s they like, and other miscellaneous info. I’m incredibly nervous to post this, but hopefully it lives up to expectations!

Being in love with Javier Peña was, to be honest, a nightmare.

Your first day at the embassy one of the secretaries had pulled you aside and warned you about one of your soon-to-be partners. Told you the reputation he had, and that while usually he stuck to prostitutes and women he picked up at the bar, there were a fair few female DEA agents that could claim a night spent in his bed as well. All of this before you actually met the man you’d be working with had you expecting some swaggering asshole that tried to fuck you as soon as he set eyes on you.

That was not what you got. What you got was an admittedly very good-looking man with a firm handshake and dark eyes that seemed to look straight through to your soul the first time they landed on you. His partner wasn’t what you expected either, all blonde hair and blue eyes and a southern drawl you could practically hear the sweet tea leaking out of - although he at least gave you a smile as he shook your hand.

To say you were their partner was overselling the position a bit. In name that’s what you were, but you weren’t sent out on field work like them. Your job was to stay in the office, mostly fielding calls between Centra Spike and the agents on the ground. It wasn’t exciting work, certainly nothing to write home about, but it was definitely safe work. You’d lost track of how many times Javi or Steve had come back bearing stories of their near-misses, when they’d come two seconds from being forcibly removed from your life.

Javi was different around you. It didn’t escape your notice how his usual flirty words ground to a halt whenever his attention turned to you, the soft touches he usually aimed at the other female coworkers conspicuously absent. He never touched you unless necessary, and even then he would let go as soon as he was able to. It was a far cry from how he was seemingly glued to any woman who came within five feet of him on the nights the three of you went out, something that always had a queasy feeling of jealousy curling in your chest.

Steve seemed to notice it as well, although he never voiced his suspicions. You knew them well enough after a few months of practically being joined at the hip with them to know what the frown he directed toward Javi meant. You were always so focused on figuring out why he was directing that frown towards your partner that you never saw the answering look from Javi, silently begging Steve to just let it go.

It didn’t come as any surprise the day you realized you were falling for Javi. The three of you were out at some local bar you couldn’t even remember the name of. Steve cracked a joke that pulled a real, genuine laugh out of Javi, something that grew rarer and rarer as the hunt for Escobar dragged on. You caught yourself staring at his smile, felt some of the stress of your day fade away at the sound of his laughter, and suddenly you knew you were fucked.

You tried not to think too hard about it, hoping it would eventually just fade away when nothing ever came of it. A man like Javier Peña didn’t do feelings or long-term relationships, your shared wall in the DEA accommodations was enough to tell you that, and you weren’t about to open yourself up to heartache like that. So you pushed the feelings down, trying your hardest to pretend you didn’t crave his touch or want to dig a shallow grave for the women that looked at him like they thought they were entitled to a piece of him.

The day it all came crumbling down started like any other. Steve and Javi were sent out with some intel about a possible low-level sicario’s location, and you were stationed at the DEA headquarters to field any calls from them or other agents involved with the mission.

You knew something was wrong before anyone ever told you. The energy in the room shifted, took on a stifling quality you only ever felt when a mission went wrong. Something drew your eyes across the room to Jameson, one of the other “agents” assigned to the same job as you

Your eyes lock with him, the receiver pressed to his ear barely held up by his now limp hand. You couldn’t read his expression, but something was wrong. He hadn’t spoken a word and somehow you still knew whatever he was hearing on the other end of the phone wasn’t good.

A sound draws your attention to the entrance and you see Steve standing in the open doorway, looking like he’s barely holding himself up. You rush over, glancing over his shoulder on the way and only seeing an empty lobby. He shakes his head in response to the question you didn’t ask, both of your boys knowing how to read you far too well at this point.

“He’s not with me.” His voice is tired as you guide him to a chair, looking him over for injuries while he waves you off.

“I’m fine, I was checked out at the scene. Just some ringing in my ears.” He’s not meeting your eyes though and you duck down, trying to force the eye contact.

“Steve, where is Javi?” You don’t manage to keep the emotions you’re barely holding in check out of your voice, but at the moment you can’t seem to summon up the energy to care about how anyone is interpreting your reaction.

Steve is silent for a moment, his jaw working, and you know he’s trying to find the right words to tell you what happened. He finally lets out a sigh, running a hand down his face.

“The info...wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. The informant didn’t warn them, they just figured it out on their own. It was a shit show from the start, but...Jav opened a door they’d rigged with explosives.” He only hesitates once or twice, like he knows drawing it out is just going to make telling you what happened worse.

The world suddenly tilts under you, and whatever he says next doesn’t even begin to register in your whirling brain. The next thing you do register is that you’re on the floor now, legs crumpled awkwardly under you from where you were crouching before they gave out. Steve is looking down at you with concern, and his lips are moving but there’s no sound. It takes you a moment to realize that’s you, your brain isn’t registering whatever he’s saying through the shock.

Eventually his words reach you through your fog, and you piece together what happened while Steve drags you into a chair. Javi took the brunt of the blast, which is why Steve walked away with little more than ringing ears. It hadn’t killed Javi, either it had been rigged improperly or he just got lucky, but it had been enough to knock him out and send him straight to the hospital.

The next few hours pass in a blur. Neither you or Steve are allowed to leave until everyone is properly debriefed, and multiple times Steve slips his hand into yours to bring you back to the present and ground you. You know he’s just as worried, he’s known Javi for longer for fucks sake, but you’re the one falling apart completely. You’re the one grappling with the sudden realization you could easily lose your boys at any time, that you’re in danger of losing one of them right this second, and the thought is killing you inside.

When they finally let you go you practically sprint to the car, barely managing to remember to wait for Steve before you’re speeding off to the hospital. They let you up to Javi’s room without a fuss, and in the back of your mind as you rush through the noisy halls you wonder why that was.

The door to his room is where you hesitate. You’ve been running on autopilot until this point, every instinct you have screaming to get to him as soon as you can, but now that you’re here reality comes rushing back. The reality of the feelings that will probably hit you once you open that door.

Steve stands patiently by your side, trying and failing to subtly watch you while you gather your resolve. After a moment that seems to stretch into eternity you push open the door, holding your breath as you step into the room.

It’s somehow both better and worse than you were expecting.

The room has the sterile, impersonal feeling a hospital room always has, and you do your best to take in everything but the bed in the far corner and the person occupying it. Eventually your eyes have nowhere else to look though, and as you finally do look you feel a fist close around your lungs.

He looks so small.

It’s the first thing you notice. Javi always occupied such a large space in your life, making him seem so invincible, like nothing could touch him. But now something has touched him. Something touched him and very nearly took him away from you. One moment, that’s all it took, and suddenly the most indestructible person you knew wasn’t so indestructible anymore.

The bed seems like it’s just waiting to swallow him whole, the flimsy paper gown they have him dressed in completely dwarfing him. You know it’s just your mind playing tricks, he’s the same size he always was, but you can’t help the tears burning behind your eyes.

A doctor stands by the bed, checking the various monitors he’s hooked up to. The man looks up when you and Steve enter, gesturing the two of you over to the bedside. Steve waits for you, a hand on your arm, only walking over once you’re able to force your legs to move.

“You must be Mr. Peña’s partners. Your partner was very lucky, it seems he only opened the door part way when the explosion went off, and the door protected him from the worst of it.” You’re only half paying attention to his words, your eyes glued to Javi’s face the whole time. It dimly registers that the doctor has an American accent, something that would normally have struck you as incredibly strange, but the only thing you can think about right now is the man laying immobile on the bed in front of you.

His face would almost look peaceful if it wasn’t for the numerous tiny scratches covering it. The seemingly permanent crease on his forehead is gone, and thinking back you’re fairly certain this is the first time you’ve seen him completely relaxed. To be honest, you’d give up ever seeing it to have him awake and looking at you again.

“His physical wounds are mostly superficial, some bumps and bruises, a few scrapes. He did fracture his left wrist however, most likely when the blast knocked him to the ground, so that will be in a cast and sling for a few weeks. Otherwise, he was remarkably lucky, given the situation.” The doctor sounds pleased, and you have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from snapping at him? How was your whole world lying still in a hospital bed hooked up to a dozen monitors and unconscious lucky?

It hits you then, how hard this is affecting you. You’d tried so hard to suppress your feelings, to pretend they weren’t there, and now it was all flooding in. You loved this stupid, reckless man so much it hurt, and it was killing you to see him reduced to such a vulnerable state. It would kill you to see either of your boys like this, but deep down you knew losing Javi would cripple you in a way losing Steve never would.

Steve leaves after a few hours, saying something about needing to get home to Connie and Olivia, and you wave him off tiredly. You’re planning on staying the night, just as unable to face the idea of leaving Javi alone in this hospital as you are to answer the question that hangs in the air between you and Steve before he leaves. You’re grateful he doesn’t push, unsure how you would even answer him if he asked.

Hours later you’re slumped over on the bed, one hand resting on Javi’s chest so you can feel the shallow breaths as he takes them and remind yourself he’s still breathing. One of the monitors beeping pulls you from the half sleep you were getting as his heart rate speeds up. You lift your head in time to see his eyes open, taking in the hospital room rather calmly for how confused he must be. Those dark eyes you’d worried you would never see again eventually roam over to you, and you sit up straight under his slightly unfocused gaze.

You can see the confusion in his eyes, so you answer before he can ask. “There...there was an explosion. You took the brunt of the blast, Steve is ok, but you’ve been out for a few hours now, and you fractured your wrist.” Your voice shakes as you recount the events of the past few hours and gesture to the cast they fitted to his left wrist earlier.

Javi glances down at his wrist when you point it out, looking more confused than you’ve ever seen him. He shakes his head as if to clear it, turning to look around the room. “What time is it?” His voice catches slightly, sounding rougher than normal, and you suppose that has to have something to do with the explosion.

“Um…” You glance down at your watch, taking a moment to let your eyes focus in your tired state. “Just past midnight. Steve left a couple hours ago.” Your eyes drift back up to find him studying you.

“Why did you stay?” He sounds genuinely confused, like he can’t fathom a reason why you would choose to stay at his bedside after he nearly died. The words catch in your throat, the ones that would explain everything. Why you stayed, why you find excuses to always be just a bit closer to him than you need to be. To explain why your heart skips a beat whenever he’s near, the suffocating jealousy you feel clawing its way up your throat whenever he flirts with a girl at the bar or mentions one of his “informants” at work.

Suddenly you desperately want to, if only so you can stop hiding them from him. The desire nearly consumes you, and you know you’re hesitating far too long to answer his question from the way he tilts his head. You almost tell him, your mouth already open to do so, but then you remember why you haven’t told him yet. How awkward it would make things, how bad it would hurt to hear him stutter through explaining that he cares about you, just not like that.

So you don’t say them. Instead you clear your throat and glance away with a shrug, letting the confession die on your tongue. “You scared the shit out of us Javi, all of us. Me and Steve the most. None of us knew how bad the blast had gotten you. We didn’t know if…” You cut yourself off and shrug again like it answers his question, hoping it will. After a beat he just nods and looks away.

You call in the nurse now that he’s awake, and use the commotion of them checking his vitals to slip out of the room and head home. Now that he’s awake you can’t think of a good reason to stay, not one that you would be willing to admit to him anyway.

Three days later he’s discharged from the hospital with a bottle of pain meds and strict instructions to be placed on desk duty for the next two weeks just to be sure. Connie and Steve invite the two of you over for a little “We’re glad you didn’t die” get-together.

The four of you are sitting in the living room watching some cheesy movie. Javi laughs at something on the screen and you feel your heart squeeze, reminded of how recently you’d been worried you would never hear that sound again. The weight of a stare settles on your shoulder and you turn to see Connie watching you before she jerks her head towards the kitchen.

As soon as the two of you are safely where the boys can’t hear she turns to you with her hands on her hips. “How long?”

You freeze like a deer in headlights, entirely unaware of what she’s referring to. “How long...what?”

She purses her lips at you like she thinks you’re being obtuse on purpose, and all you can do is give her a little shrug. “Connie, I don’t know what you’re talking about. How long what?”

“How long have you had feelings for Javi?” You feel your stomach drop to your knees at her words, your blood suddenly ice. All your instincts scream at you to deny it, to scoff and ask how anyone could have feelings for Javier Peña, but you immediately realize your reaction to the words and subsequent silence gave you away before you could ever deny it.

Releasing a puff of air you let your head hang down and lean back against the counter behind you, shrugging. “I don’t know, really. I thought it was just a crush, and it probably was for a while, but…” You let out another puff of air, suddenly fighting off tears as you recall how terrified you were. “I was so scared Connie, when Steve told me what happened. It felt like...like someone had placed this weight on my chest and I couldn’t get it off no matter what I did.”

You look up at your friend, wincing at the open pity on her face. “Are you going to tell him?” she asks.

Immediately you shake your head, letting out a sad little laugh. “We’re talking about the same Javier Peña, right? He doesn’t do...emotions, Connie. I’m just opening myself up for more heartache if I tell him. Plus, even if he did, he’s not interested in me. I swear I think I’m the only girl in Colombia he doesn’t flirt with, ever. Hell he even flirts with you, and you’re married to his best friend.”

Your eyes slide down to the bottle of beer in your hands, unable to stand the pity in your friends eyes. Connie sighs and steps towards you, sliding a hand into your free hand. “You don’t know that for sure until you ask him.” she says.

You just roll your eyes and step away from her, a retort dancing on the tip of your tongue when you hear a cough from the doorway behind you. You whip your head around and you swear your heart stops when you see Javi standing in the doorway, an unsure frown on his face.

Time seems to stand still, what realistically only lasted a few seconds seemed to stretch into hours. Connie, your wonderful best friend, abandons you by slipping out of the kitchen around Javi. You make a mental note to kill her for it later.

The little spell holding you both in place breaks as soon as he takes a step towards you and suddenly you’re backing up as quickly as you can, holding your hands in front of you, your beer abandoned on the counter. “Javi...you-you weren’t...you weren’t supposed to hear that, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there, you weren’t supposed to-” Your panicked words cut off when your back hits the edge of the counter behind you, as far from Javi as you can get. It feels like you can’t get enough air in, chest rising and falling rapidly as you wait for him to react.

He seems just as startled as you, which is a small relief. Usually Javi is the one that has everything together, keeping a level head when you or Steve lose your temper. Now though, he looks like any control he might have had just flew right out the window.

Eventually he takes another step forward, and it takes every ounce of self control to keep yourself from climbing on the counter behind you like you just saw a mouse. You hear yourself start babbling again as he steps slowly towards you, apologizing over and over for him hearing what he heard.

He doesn’t stop moving forward and you don’t stop apologizing, because you’re not really sure you can at this point. The words do suddenly come to a stop however when he raises the hand not in a sling to gently cup your cheek. Your mouth hangs open then, staring up at him in shock and confusion.

Javi stands like that for a moment, his jaw working like he wants to say something but can’t find the words. Just as you’re about to open your mouth to speak again he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours so much softer than you ever thought a kiss with him could be.

It doesn’t last long, a few seconds maybe, but it’s enough to set your world spinning again when he leans away. Your eyes flutter open to meet his, barely registering his thumb ghosting across your cheek as he just stares at you.

“I’ve wanted you since the beginning.” His voice is soft, softer than you’ve ever heard him speak before. “It was just physical at first, but then...it wasn’t. I started caring about you, worrying when they’d let you out in the field.” His words shake as he speaks, like he’s struggling to get them out.

“I don’t flirt with you like everyone else because I knew you wouldn’t be a one-time thing, at least not for me. I knew from the beginning that if I had you, if I touched you, I wouldn’t be able to walk away and not ask for more. And there wasn’t...I couldn’t imagine you wanting more than just the one time, not with me.” He closes his eyes as he admits it, hand slipping down to the side of your neck.

“When I woke up in the hospital I thought I was hallucinating, I couldn’t imagine you wanting to stay by my bed. But there you were.” You feel your heart constrict at the knowledge that he didn’t think you would be worried for him.

His eyes open again, swimming with more emotion than you’ve ever seen him show. He looks so hesitant, like even with the words he overheard there’s still the possibility that you don’t want him.

“You are...so much more than I deserve querida. I can’t...I’m not strong enough to be the better man, walk away and pretend I don’t want you to keep you safe. If you actually want this, actually want me, you need to know that I will hurt you. I’m going to fuck up eventually, and I might fuck up bad. You said it yourself, I don’t do emotions but...you make me want to.” Even with all the hesitating he rushes the words out, like he needs to get them away from him as soon as possible so they have the least likelihood of turning around and hurting him.

You struggle to get your own words out, your mind reeling from all the new information. You half expect to wake up passed out on the Murphy’s couch, nursing a hangover from getting blackout drunk and hallucinating a confession from Javi. But it’s real, the bite of the counter in your lower back confirms that.

When Javi’s face twists and he makes to pull away you realize you’ve been staring for longer than intended and bring your own hand up to cup his cheek. He freezes at your touch, looking even more terrified now, and you smile what you hope is a comforting smile up at him, your voice soft.

“Of course I want you. And I know who you are, nothing about you could scare me away.” His eyes almost immediately start to fill with tears as you stroke your thumb over his cheekbone in an imitation of his own movement just moments before.

The two of you are just leaning in for a kiss when the sound of someone slow clapping from the doorway interrupts. You peak around Javi as he turns, a scowl on his face at the sight of the massive grin on Steve’s.

“About time you two, although Connie did win the bet. I thought for sure it would take longer for you to stop making eyes at each other and just go for it.” Your mouth gapes open at your friend when she fills the doorframe next to her husband, a self-satisfied grin on her face.

“That’s what that was about! That’s why you cornered me, you little-” You try to duck around Javi towards your friend and she darts away, only saved from you chasing after her by Javi’s hand sliding to your hip and gripping it tightly. You look up at him with a slightly confused grin on your face, the grin only growing when his lips descend on yours.

“I’m not done kissing you, querida.”

#sl fic challenge #javier peña #javier peña x reader #narcos #it's only slightly hurt Javi hours #pining all over the place on this one

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knivesareout · 3 years

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remain devious

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Smut (18!!!+ ONLY), slight sexism, oral sex (f receiving), mild breath play (under negotiated kink).

A/N: My fic for The SL+ Discord™ Fic Exchange! This goes out to the lovely @soyelfuegoquearde who I was graced with writing a fic for and here’s hoping I delivered. 💖

Read on AO3 here.

Summary: Javier Peña’s mouth was going to get him in trouble one day-- if only he’d put it to good use.

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There weren’t many people who could go toe-to-toe with Javier Peña. You learned the first day on assignment in Bogotá that you could.

The embassy was a quick walk from the apartment complex they’d set you up in and while they had suggested you drive the standard issue bullet proof Jeep they’d provided, mostly for safety’s sake, it seemed like a waste.

A blonde man, who quickly introduces himself as Steve Murphy, was outside to greet you with a strong handshake and a grin. You almost anticipate him to be rude to you out of the sheer fact you were joining the fight late but he seems grateful, explaining to you the ins and outs of the different sectors in the large building that made up the Embassy: the DEA, the Mil Group, and the CIA-- all housed under one roof with a common goal: taking down Pablo Escobar.

“There’s another one, right? We have another partner?” You ask, turning a corner and almost running into a woman who looked beyond frazzled and you apologize quickly before catching up with Steve.

Steve turns over his shoulder to glance at you, a smirk curled on his lips. “Yeah. Peña’s usually late. You’ll meet him. At some point.”

Peña was two hours late.

You and Steve go through six briefs and four cups of coffee between the two of you in the small office shared among your team before your other partner decides to grace you with his presence. Your desk that was once clean was now a disaster with papers scattered and crumpled across the top and you now had a headache slowly creeping between your eyes.

“Well this just looks fucking sad,” a deep voice sounds from the doorway and you snap your head up to glare at the offending noise.

Steve lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. “What’s fuckin’ sad is you showing up two hours late and not even bringing us lunch, Peña.”

So this was him.

“Shut the hell up, Murphy. Who is this?” Javi points to you and looks at Steve, waiting on an answer.

“I’m your new partner.” You stand up and fix him with an icy glare. “And you can ask me if you have any questions, Agent Peña.”

He doesn’t respond and walks back out of the room, mumbling something about coffee.

---

You realize quickly that you and Javier are more similar than you would personally like. Word around the office was that he was a bit of a slut and that was something you knew all too well. Your reputation back home was something comparable, the whispers more annoying than they were degrading. Who cared if you liked to have sex? You were a grown ass woman and it was nobody’s business but your own.

And if you hadn’t learned just from the regular old office gossip, you were quick to learn from having your apartment right next to his. The walls were thin, the calls of ‘Más duro, Javi,’ in the dead of night interrupting your sleep more times than you could count.

Javier would walk into the office refreshed, hours late, while you were there, on time, and in desperate need of caffeine.

It wasn’t worth mentioning; at least not at first. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that you could hear his sexual escapades and how he was clearly a fantastic lover. There was a bit of jealousy, just on the surface, because it wasn’t you getting laid and you were sure if you asked him to keep quiet, he would be able to tell immediately that you were hard up.

And while yes, he was getting information from his CIs that was helping in the quest to catch Escobar, that didn’t make it any more bearable. In fact, it made him even more insufferable because he felt like he was doing an extension of his job by sleeping with these women.

It all came to a head three months into your stay in Colombia.

Three nights in a row, Javier had brought women, different women, if the tones of their voices were anything to go by, back to his place. You’d gone into work with dark circles under your eyes after the third night and Steve had long since stopped asking what was wrong after you went off on him a month prior.

After you’d snapped at him and took the time to explain why you were in such a foul mood, he had immediately understood and offered to talk to Javier for you. An idea that you quickly dismissed, as it was your problem and yours alone.

Your head was buried under your arms, the bright lights of the office only serving to make your headache worse. There were two empty cups of coffee stacked on your desk that you’d downed immediately after walking in, Steve having left them there as a peace offering of sorts. He could tell after the second day that you needed the extra help and you had shot him a grateful smile when you’d walked in this morning.

“So, I’ve got a lead,” Javier announces walking into the office only 30 minutes late this time.

“Thank fucking god,” you mumble, picking your head off the desk and swiping at your mouth in case there was any drool from dozing off.

Javier’s head whips towards you, his gaze a mixture of anger and curiosity; like he can’t believe you had the nerve to say anything.

The two of you, at best, tolerated each other. Snarky remarks, quick jabs, and blatantly ignoring the other was how the you two communicated and you knew Steve was getting sick of it. It was a surprise that he hadn’t yelled at either of you over the whole thing but you chalked it all up to his angel of a wife, Connie, helping him keep his temper in check.

“The hell is that supposed to mean, Agent?” Not even on a first name basis, it was how the two of you addressed each other.

You shrug, “Just been hearing a lot of information coming from your apartment every night for the last couple of days. It was about time you got something useful.”

Javi goes to speak but Steve cuts him off with a finger and shoots you a pleading stare that says ‘not another word, please’.

You only keep your mouth shut to appease Steve and sigh, tossing your empty cups into the trash and wait for Javier to spill the information he received.

Javier shoots you a nasty glare before going on to explain something about a brothel in Medellín and some of Escobar’s sicarios. There was a meet up of sorts happening tomorrow afternoon, where you were almost guaranteed to catch Velasco and maybe a few others. Javier distinctly chooses not to look at you when he’s explaining, his information relayed directly to Steve. For whatever reason, this is what seems to break the camel’s back and you stand, beyond irritated.

“Agent Peña, if you have an issue with me then I’m going to need you to be very clear about what it is and why. I don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve the freeze out you’ve been adamant about since I got here and frankly, it’s insulting,” you start, chest heaving as you try to keep a level head. “I’m on time every day, without fail. I work just as hard, if not harder, than you do in this wild goose chase and to be treated as anything less is sexist. We all went through the same training, the same courses, to be here. I don’t know what it is about me that bothers you so much but I’m going to need you to get the fuck over it and get with the program if we’re going to get anywhere.”

Your outburst seems to catch him off guard, if his open staring at you is anything to go by. Taking your seat again, you nod for him to continue and he does-- this time making sure you’re included.

Things get better after that and while it’s not quite the comradery you have with Steve, it’s better than it was before and you’ll take it.

Javier now treated you with mild respect and that’s all you had wanted to begin with.

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The week had been long; tiring and full of false leads. You were sleep deprived and overworked. A chase mid-week that had put you all over Bogotá and left you empty handed was still wreaking havoc on your back a couple days later. Case files were taking over your desk and the thought of looking at even one more had you wanting to scream, the low lights of the office once again giving you a headache that no pain medication seemed to help with.

Javier and Steve were starting to pack up to head out while you sat there, eyes starting to blur as you look at your 5th file in the last hour.

“We’re headed to the bar near the apartment. You wanna come?”

Normally you turned down the invitations Steve extended you, knowing Javi’s nicer attitude probably only extended to working hours only, but you were so desperate to have an excuse to leave that you nod quickly, standing up and sliding on your coat.

“Let’s go. Murphy, you’re buying the first round,” you tell him as you pass by out of the office.

You can hear his laugh behind you as you walk through the empty building, hoping you didn’t just make a mistake.

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They’re not far behind you but you’re already a drink in when they walk through the front door, Steve finding you tucked in a booth in the back corner already with an empty beer bottle on the table while you’re nursing your second.

“I started a tab in your name, Murphy,” you explain with a grin as a waitress comes by and takes their orders.

Steve grimaces but nods, taking it in stride. “Should’ve figured.”

Conversation is light and superficial and you can tell Steve is working to keep things peaceful and on neutral ground. Javi’s mostly one worded answers are almost worse than the snide remarks from before and you have to take measured breaths not to say anything, for your sake and honestly, Steve’s too.

“Can you let me out? I need to piss,” he asks you and you stand up to let him out, sliding back into the booth and taking Steve’s spot so he can just sit down when he comes back.

It’s silent between you and Javier for a moment, the loud noises of the tv and the bar crowd filling the space until he glances over at you with a curious gaze.

“Did you ever wonder?” He asks without context, sipping at his beer.

You’re taken aback by his question, tilting your head as you try to think of what he might possibly be talking about. “Wonder what?”

“All those nights where you could hear me through the walls. Did you ever wonder what I was doing?”

You almost want to laugh at his question. The fact that he’d been holding on to certain parts of your outburst for months has pride blooming in your chest.

“No, not really,” you tell him easily. “It was pretty easy to just make my own assumptions.

“And what did you assume?”

“That either they were faking it for your sake or you’re actually as good as they say around the Embassy.”

Javier smirks behind his beer and nods, licking his lips to chase the beer that dropped.

“Oh, I’m better than they say,” he promises.

“Prove it.”

You swallow thickly, wondering if you’ve just backed yourself into a corner when Steve comes back, launching into some tangent about Noonan and a new policy she’s putting through. His voice goes in one ear and out the other as you try to focus on anything other than the man to your left. You know Javier will make good on his promise when you feel his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze and you breathe slowly, turning towards Steve with a smile.

“Yeah, agreed. She’s such a hard ass.”

---

You and Javi burst through your apartment door hours later and you silently thank whatever deity there is that Steve lives upstairs and is already home, your moans loud and carrying throughout the lobby before Javi can shut the door behind you.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the first day I saw you,” he admits, tugging at your shirt and undoing a few buttons in his haste to get you naked. His hands are everywhere once your top is pulled down your arms and you feel like you’re burning, the rough calluses on his fingertips creating a delicious drag across your skin.

It’s almost surprising to hear him say he’s thought about you in any context, let alone this one, but you mask your expression and cry out as his mouth finds your shoulder and bites down, sucking so hard you know you’ll be bruised come morning.

“And what did you think about?” You shoot back, arching your chest against his.

The yellow button down he’s wearing is your current nemesis as you fumble your way across the buttons and finally just yank it open at the neck, buttons scattering across the hardwood floors.

Javier grunts at the motion, moving his mouth down your chest, fingers finding the clasp of your bra and pinching it open until the material falls slack on your chest.

“Thought about how loud I can get you to scream my name,” he mumbles, leaning down to capture your left nipple between his lips while his fingers find the right and start pinching in tandem with the work of his mouth.

It’s been months since anyone has touched you other than yourself.

You’d made a promise to yourself before moving down to Colombia that your job was going to be your first and only priority. Work hadn’t leant itself well to finding randoms to sleep with anyhow, mostly keeping to yourself and the few friends you’d made around the Embassy that you’d grab lunch or coffee with in the very little spare time you did have-- so having Javier’s full attention on you, your body, was intoxicating.

“Is that a challenge?” You manage to get out, weaving a hand through his dark hair and tugging him away from your chest, angling his head to look up at you.

His eyes are blown wide, practically black and his hair is a mess but he’s never looked so fucking hot and you hate it.

Javi doesn’t answer your question, just moves up to slot his mouth against yours.

The kiss is angry. Teeth clashing, lip biting, angry. Even his hands feel angry as he tears off your clothes, leaving you naked before him.

Your chest is heaving as you try and catch your breath once Javier pulls away and you place a hand on his chest, making him take steps backward. “My room is back there,” you nod, pulling him in for another quick kiss and pushing him away.

Javier grabs you around the waist, pressing your naked chest to his own and noses against your ear as you both walk blindly towards your room. “I bet I can get you to scream my name so loud even Murphy’ll hear,” he tells you, dragging his nose up the side of your neck and latching his lips on the lobe of your ear.

His challenge makes you laugh and you roll your eyes before walking into your room and laying down on the mattress, crooking a finger towards him.

“Then fucking prove it.”

Javier’s on you in an instant, pushing your legs apart to settle between them. His mouth nips around your stomach, your thighs. Little love bites that you know will serve as a reminder of what a shit head he is, like he’s claiming his territory.

If they didn’t feel so good you’d push him away and tell him to get on with it but his mouth is so warm that you don’t care. Suddenly, you really don’t care that Javier Peña is the biggest fucking pain in your ass so long as he puts his mouth to good use.

His head moves lower and you can feel his hot breath on your pussy, his fingers sliding between the lips and exposing your heat to the cool air. Once his mouth makes contact with your clit, his name slips from your mouth quietly, “Javier.”

“Louder,” he tells you from between your legs while he drags a finger through your slick.

“Don’t get cocky, you-,” you start to warn him, going to kick him in his side until he slides two thick, longer fingers inside of you without warning and your leg goes straight, your head pushing back into the plush pillow behind you and you cry out his name at the feeling of being stretched.

Nothing is comparable to this feeling, no matter how hard you’ve tried and at that moment, you’d sing Javier’s name if he asked you to so long as he didn’t stop.

“More, please,” you whimper. Your eyes are screwed tight and you clutch the pillow behind you in a death grip.

“What was that?” Javi’s tone is smug and you take a breath, willing yourself to just submit to him.

“Please, Javi. More,” you tell him louder this time, voice strained.

He seems to like the sound of that, a third finger sliding home inside of you and you clench around his digits as he starts a steady pace, thrusting them slow and powerful.

The sounds that fill the air are pure filth. The wetness seeping out of you is coating the inside of your thighs and you’re sure you’re dripping onto the blankets beneath you. Javi’s tongue laps at your clit, bringing it into his mouth and sucking harshly.

That feeling is what brings you over the edge. Your body ascends and crashes in the same second and you take a shuddering breath as your cunt pulses long and hard around Javier’s fingers as you cum. Your whole body is buzzing like a live wire, your toes numb.

“What the fuck,” you groan, chest heaving.

“Never doubt me, Agent,” his tone smug.

“Shut the fuck up, Peña.” You push at his head and he laughs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

Javier’s lips trail up your thigh, across your hip and up to your chest where he finally lands on your lips. The kiss is the sweetest it’s been all night and you relish in the languidness of it, the way his tongue sweeps across yours and licks into your mouth like he knows what you want. What you crave.

His cock, hard and rigid, bumps against your hip as he moves and seeks friction, so you slide a hand down his chest to grasp the thickness of him. “Fuck me, Javi,” you whisper as he peppers kisses across your throat and groans when you squeeze him tight. “Prove to me that you’re just as good of a lay as everyone says.”

Your words seem to kick him into gear and he shuffles back away from your touch, leaning back on his legs while he sits between your thighs and takes his cock in hand. His other opens the lips of your pussy and he moves forward just enough to tap the head of his dick against your clit.

“Just fuck me Javi for fucks sake,” you whimper, still sensitive from your previous orgasm and you just want him inside. The teasing was unnecessary but wholly Javier and you curse again when he slowly starts to slide the head of his cock down until it notches against your entrance.

Javier moves slow once he’s fully sheathed inside of you and it’s the best and worst thing to happen to you, you’re sure. The feeling of finally being filled is worth the wait but the way he does it is infuriating because he knows just how good it feels. Javier slides a hand to your shoulder and fixes his dark gaze with your own and it’s over from there.

His pace is like nothing you’ve endured before. The push and pull of Javier’s hips hitting into yours is loud in the otherwise quiet room, the wetness between your thighs now coating his own. He’s sweating as he moves, grunts spilling from his lips, “Fuck your pussy feels so good around me.”

Normally you’d snark out a response but words are hard to form with the way he’s working you over. His cock fits you like a glove, hitting all of the right spots and playing your body like a well tuned instrument. It’s just missing something.

Your hand that was clutching the comforter beside you reaches out to grasp his forearm that’s on your shoulder and you slowly move his hand until it’s cupping your throat. Javier’s pace falters at your movement and he just stares you down, a curious look pointed at you.

You’d overheard at work it was something Javi was into, some water cooler chat you’d walked into only a few weeks prior. One of the CIA girls had been retelling her hook-up story with Javi from months ago to a new hire and they were all eating it up. While you had only passed them by, not managing to hear more details, you still decided to file that information away for later-- a bit surprised that you had something else in common with him after all.

“Two taps if it’s too much,” you tell him, tapping on his arm so he understands and he nods.

Javier’s hand slightly grips your neck, his thumb pressing in on the side and the pressure is delicious and you clench hard around his cock at the feeling.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groans out, his hips slowly starting to move again until he finds a rhythm.

His hand doesn’t do much more than lightly press against you but it’s enough. It feels safe, warm around your neck and you know Javier would never hurt you, the unexplained trust of having him as your partner translating now to the bedroom.

You both work in tandem, his hips pushing in and you chasing his as he pulls out only to slide back in. It’s probably the best you two have ever worked together and it’s irony at its finest.

Javier tilts your head back, baring the full length of your throat to him, his thumb tracing along your jaw and you cry out once he hits that spot inside of you that makes your limbs go numb in pleasure. He drags your bottom lip down and you suck his thumb between your lips, lightly scraping your teeth around the digit. He abandons your neck then, using his now wet thumb to press against your clit and that feeling coupled with his thrusts sends you over the precipere, your body baring down and clenching tightly around his cock as you cum.

Your whole body is shuddering, your mouth open as you try and find your breath as Javier continues to pound into you in search of his own release. He finds it just a minute after your own, his mouth dropping to your neck as he groans, hips stuttering as he pulses his release inside of you.

Careful not to just collapse on top of you, Javier rolls to the side and lets out a long breath before turning to you, eyes searching.

“If you’re looking for some sort of regret, you’re not gonna find it Peña,” you tell him, reaching over into your nightstand to find your emergency pack of cigarettes. You offer him the pack but he waves you off, swinging his legs off the side of the bed to stand up while you light up.

You watch as Javier moves around your room, slowly dressing himself. Jeans zipped back up and he’s left shirtless, his top somewhere in your living room missing half of its buttons.

“You want a shirt?”

He nods, “Yeah, that’d be good. Forgot you fucking ruined mine.”

Laughing, you stand and move around Javier to reach into your dresser and pull out a plain white shirt that you normally saved for laundry days. You toss it over to him and lean against your dresser, pulling a drag from the cigarette while you watch him tug it on. The shirt is a little too tight around the chest but it looks good on him and you’re almost sad to see him go. Almost.

“So I’ll see you in the office on Monday?” You ask, putting your half smoked cigarette out on the windowsill and leave it there, making your way out into the kitchen. Javier follows and tugs his boots on, shoving his socks into the pockets of his jeans and he nods.

You’re almost glad that Javier is the first person you’ve slept with while you’re here. He’s not expecting anything more than you are and despite the fact that you two work together, you don’t see any issues coming forward about your night together unless he wants to do it again. The prospect is nice and you pour yourself a glass of water, sipping as you watch him turn to leave.

“Yeah, Monday.” He gives you a salute and a wink. “I’ll see ya, Agent.”

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koskareevesismyqueen · 3 years

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Reunited at last

Pairing: Din Djarin x afab!reader

Word count: 2.8k

Rating: explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: oral sex (f&m receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, breath play. Please be safe!

Summary: you were trying to get over ‘beskar boy’. That is until he walks into your local cantina and you’re reunited at last.

Author’s note: this fic has been written as part of the SL+ fic exchange for the amazing @louderrthanthunderr! I hope you enjoy having some Din time my love ♡

This, this was the way you enjoyed spending your evenings. Leaving work, coming straight to the cantina and spending an evening laughing and joking with your girlfriends. Talking about stupid shit, about the latest work gossip and who everyone had been hooking up with or at least talking to. You had no ulterior motive, no not at all. Not a beskar clad motive.

You shake your head, as if that’s really going to get rid of your thoughts, and take another sip of the non-descript, bitter clear liquid in front of you. You try to keep your face neutral, not allowing yourself to wince as the liquid burns the back of your throat.

“Well,” one of your friends asks as she looks at you from across the sticky, glass strewn table as she gives you a light kick in the shin with the toe of her boot.

“Huh,” you say as you meet her eyes, puzzled. You had definitely zoned out for way too long.

“Anything happened since beskar boy?”

You screw your face up, hating that you can’t refer to him by his real name when you’re chatting with your friends. You had insisted that they at least called him Mando, but beskar boy had stuck and you hadn’t changed their minds since.

“I told you, since the last time he was here I haven’t spoken to him. Anyway,” you say with the most faked nonchalant shrug you can muster, “I’ve forgotten about him.”

The table erupts into laughter and you roll your eyes in response.

“Forgotten about him? Really? Okay then, who have you forgotten about him with?”

Defeated, you let out an exasperated sigh.

“Right, I’m going to the ‘fresher. Don’t cause any trouble while I’m gone.” You wiggle your way out of the booth, glad you sat on the end, and squeeze your way through the gaps in the crowd surrounding the bar until you find yourself in the ‘fresher. Grateful for a break away from ‘beskar boy’ drama, you muse your hair, adjusting it so it sits just right. You reapply your lipstick, adjust your outfit then make your way back out.

You walk right past the bar, glad that there’s more of a path cleared for you than there had been on the way in, then slide back into the booth. Your table is uncharacteristically, no, scarily quiet.

“What?” You ask as you pull a face, suddenly feeling anxiety rising through your chest.

“Uh, did you fail to notice anything…different?”

“What, apart from you lot all acting like the mythical Luke Skywalker just walked in, no. I have no idea what’s going on.”

Your friend gently pokes her index finger into your cheek, forcing you to turn your head around towards the bar. You immediately snap your head back round, heart racing.

“Kriff,” you hiss, “has he noticed me?”

“What, going cold feet on beskar boy are you now? Go. Go and talk to him.”

You fidget nervously, the lines on the palms of your hands suddenly the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. You can’t avoid him forever because he’s bound to see you at some point, then he’s either going to be hurt you ignored him and continue with his day or he’ll come and talk to you. At least if you go over, you’re in control. With a last deep, shaky breath you stand up. You smooth the creases out of your outfit and then stride over to the bar. You pull yourself up onto a bar stool a couple of meters to the right of Din and order your drink – something much less alcoholic. A little liquid luck had been necessary for you to get the confidence to come over by you absolutely didn’t want to have too much and embarrass yourself.

“Well well well,” you say with a smirk, the product of your false confidence, as you stir the drink the bartender had places in front of you, “I’d say look what the little green womp rat dragged in but I can’t see the tiny tyke anywhere?”

You almost hear the pain in Din’s next breath, despite the way you know he’s controlling it.

“He’s…gone to join other’s like his kind.”

You feel the way your eyes widen. “There’s a whole planet full of those little green aliens?” Half a question, half an exclamation. Din lets out a deep, soft chuckle in response and you feel the way your body quivers in retaliation.

“No. Other jedi. He’s gone off to train.”

You nod in response and place a hand on Din’s arm rubbing small, smoothing circles into the small space between his armour. You wonder if he feels the electricity run through him at the touch, despite how mundane and unsuggestive it is.

“I’m sorry, Din,” you say lightly, trying to read his emotions without much to go off. “I’m here if you need me.”

He turns to look at you and imagine the way his eyes look right into yours. “Actually, I’m really glad you’re here. I’ve been needing a distraction.”

“Oh?” You ask, suddenly realising that you’re shaking. Kriff, are you really this nervous to see him again?

“That’s if you’re up for it of course, Mesh’la?” You nod your head and Din wraps his fingers in yours, a strangely comforting gesture despite the barrier his gloves provide. He pulls you out of the cantina and you try your hardest to match your strides to him, but he’s taller than you and a trained warrior so it’s hard but you try your best anyway. He takes a sharp right out of the cantina and pulls you after him, taking the time to pull you in a little closer now. You’re never going to look like a perfect couple walking down the street with Din – him half dragging you after him as he rushes back to the Crest because he’s so desperate to fuck you is about as romantic as it gets.

Relief floods through you, alongside a fresh surge of heat, when you realise the Crest isn’t parked that far away. The ramp opens with a soft hiss of the hydraulics and closes the same way after Din pulls you in behind him. After the soft thud signifying the latches locking into place sounds, Din pulls you into him. You feel the way your breasts press between you against the hard layer of beskar, your nipples hardening at the thought of everything below his armour. He slowly pulls his right glove off then cups your cheek with his hand. You feel the way he strokes his thumb over your cheekbone and for a second you allow yourself to melt into his touch before he softly pulls his hand away.

You watch as Din slowly begins pulling off the pieces of beskar, undoing latches and buckles. He places them in a neat pile and the care he shows for them is obvious. He leaves his helmet and flight suit on, but the growing bulge is obvious and practically makes you drool. You close your eyes for a few moments as the familiar clunk of his boots over the metal floor clunk towards you, only opening your eyes when you can hear that he’s a few strides away. He pulls you back in close, the skin on skin contact so close it almost hurts, and wraps his hand through your hair. He pulls slightly, causing your head to tip back and he brings his head into the curve of your neck, his vocoder hovering next to your ear.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He whispers, and you feel the way you clench in response, the dampness between your legs spreading. You nod your head, biting your lip to hold everything you want to say in.

Din steps away and you keep your eyes fixed on his visor. “Stand there. Don’t move. Watch me.” And you do. You watch as Din steps away and moves towards the little rickety bed. He sits down, then shifts his flight suit so that his cock springs free. In that moment you want to move, walk towards him, wrap your hand around it. Instead you bite your lip harder because you know you can’t move. You have to stay still.

You watch as he wraps his hand around himself, a bead of precum leaking from the tip as he anticipates everything. He slowly starts rubbing his hand up and down his length, occasionally pausing to gather the precum from his tip with his thumb, swirling it around to lubricate himself. You watch, as patiently as possible, but it grows harder and harder by the second. You feel the wetness between your legs, the way you feel yourself clenching at every slight movement. Din’s visor is fixed on your, your reaction, as you fidget around in an attempt to find some sort of friction.

“What did I say?” Din growls but you can’t help it now. You need to feel something, whether it’s Din or yourself. You start moving your hand and Din is there in a flash, thigh between your legs as grabs your hands, holding them aloft. You struggle a little but it’s all in good faith.

“I can be a good girl, Din. Let me show you,” you bat your eyelashes at him and bite down gently on your lip. Din doesn’t necessarily need a big show, but it doesn’t hurt to give one. You watch as his helmet gently tips, giving you the confirmation you needed, and you lunge at him claws practically outstretched. You kneel down on the floor between his legs – knees padded with a rough blanket he gives you – then wrap your hand around him. He looks big compared to your hand. You grip him tightly and begin moving your hand up and down, thumb pausing and smoothing over his head as you gather the slowly leaking precum, before you repeat the movement. You look up at him one last time, imagining the way his eyes – brown, you think – are hooded beneath his helmet as he looks down at you full of lust. You slowly dip your head down, opening your mouth to allow yourself to take his length. After a few moments you begin moving your head up and down, tongue swirling over him, hand gripping his base as you hollow your cheeks. You keep it up for a while, your other hand gripping the outside of his thigh, revelling in the way the normally quiet Din Djarin is slowly getting louder as he lets out a series of groans and moans. But eventually, he brings his hand to the back of your neck and slowly pulls you away. You release him from your mouth with a soft pop and look up unexpectedly, a mixture of drool and precum covering your chin. Din gently wipes it away and you try not to melt back into his touch.

“Enough,” he whispers softly, the deep bass of his voice echoing through the vocoder, “on the bed.”

He shifts himself out of the way and you take his place. You watch as he makes his way across the Crest, opening a draw and rifling through until he pulls out a couple of items. The first is the familiar blindfold that Din always puts on you when you’re together. He knots it at the back of your head, checking to make sure it’ll stay in place but also isn’t hurting you, then runs the tips of his fingers down your arm leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You let out a slight shiver, the beginnings of ecstasy starting to course through you.

The soft clink of metal on metal sounds out throughout the room and you realise that Din has taken his helmet off. He picks up your hands, holding them carefully in his, then softly runs his lips over your knuckles. You feel his soft breaths and rough stubble against your skin, a stark contrast to anything you have felt for a long time.

He parts your legs with his hands, a firm push, then you feel him shift into position. It shocks you a little when he buries his head between your legs like a man starved but the shock is good. Stars, when was the last time you had felt something this good? Not since you had seen Din last, months ago. He laps out you, long strokes of his tongue lapping among your folds, tongue diving into your core then focussing on your clit. Your head tips back in ecstasy as your mouth litters out a series of moans and curses of kriff and stars. You had forgotten how good it feels as the pressure builds and you feel the wave of your orgasm building and rolling over, your body suddenly becoming ultrasensitive as Din continues to lap at you as your hips buck and writhe beneath him.

He continues, only slightly pausing to adjust his position. He uses one hand to pin you down over your hips and you feel the sheets shift as he reaches his other hand out, grasping around, followed by a soft and familiar buzz.

Stars.

The moment Din pushes the vibrator to your already oversensitive clit your hips buck, their movements more frenzied and jagged than before. He continues dipping his tongue in and out of you as he moves the vibrator around in small circles on your clit and its not long before you’re crying out as the second orgasm washes over you. This time, Din pulls away although you note that you can still hear the muffled vibrations. Your lungs take quick breaths in and out as you take the brief moment of respite before the next part that you know is coming.

Din picks you up and pushes you further up the bed so that he can lie on top of you. You feel the warmth of his body weight, the soft tickle of his chest hair and the thin layer of sweat between you. He brings his lips down onto yours, the kiss soft and sweet to start with but he soon pushes his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss and pulling the both of you closer together. His hand trails over your curves and you arch your back, shifting towards his hand.

“Are you ready, mesh’la?” He whispers against your ear, his voice still gruff but softer without the vocoder altering it. You nod your head, a little pathetically as you feel the head of his cock teasing against your opening. You buck your hips up slightly to meet him, reaching down with your hand to spread yourself open as he steadily pushes into you. His mouth reaches down to your neck, kissing and sucking along your collar bone as he begins slowly thrusting his hips into yours. Ecstasy and pleasure course through your veins as he hits your G-spot with every thrust, making you cry out every time.

The two of you begin to settle into a steady rhythm, hips meeting thrust for thrust, breathy moans and gasps against each others skin. But just as it becomes familiar, Din grabs you around your waist and flips you over, bringing himself up so he’s leaning back on his lower legs with you sat on top of him, one hand reaching round press the vibrator onto your clit again and the other snaking around your neck applying light pressure. Your moans becomes faster and louder, slightly constrained beneath his grip as he pushes deeper and deeper into you, the feeling of him bottoming out making you see begin to see stars.

“Din,” you whisper hoarsely, “I-I’m going to c-c.”

“When you’re ready, sweet girl,” he whispers back before you feel his teeth grazing your earlobe.

Your vision goes white as the final wave of your orgasm hits, your walls squeezing around Din as his thrusts stutter inside you. The two of you sit for a few moments, his arms wrapped around your middle holding you close.

“I should go and clean up,” you say lightly as you slowly extract yourself from his grip. By the time you come back out of the ‘fresher, Din’s helmet is back on which at least means you can take off your blindfold. You stand at the door, looking down at the blindfold which is now in your hands, unsure of your next move. For a second, you’re thrown back to being in the cantina, unsure if you’re going to see Din again. But now you’re here, naked on his ship. Even though you’ve seen him again, you’re not sure if and what this means for the future. But for now, Din is lying on his uneven mattress, arms open and waiting for you.

Yeah, the future is uncertain. But you can at least make the most of the next few moments in Din’s arms, reunited at last.

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#sl fic challenge #din djarin x you #Din Djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x f!reader #Din Djarin #mandalorian #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader

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moon-kn1ght · 3 years

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Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of high school, mentions of shrek the musical (i’m sry), fluff, pining,

A/N: this is for @emmikmil! I’ve had so much fun writing this for you and dropping by your ask box often. I hope you enjoy! thank you to @wyn-dixie for the beta!

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“I just don’t get how I was able to spend so much time away from you Marcus!!” you laugh at your friend on the couch next to you, “Eight years later, and your movie commentary is still making me laugh my ass off.” The credits roll on the movie that you two had been watching, and even though the movie had not originally been a comedy, Marcus Pike had made you laugh so much that your abs hurt.

“Now that we’re both in D.C., I can tell you that you’re going to get tired of it. I may be older but my time in the FBI has stunted my humor level back to where it was in high school,” Marcus jeered. His smile had the same youthful exuberance that it did when you two were kids, working for the government hadn’t taken that away yet. His eyes still held that warm kindness that had drawn you to be his friend all those years ago.

You and Marcus were best friends back in your shared hometown of Troy, Ohio. You two had bonded at age fourteen over a desire to get the hell out of your small town. While your friendship was built on a mutual distaste of home, it grew to be much more than that. Your high school years were remembered with moments of utter joy with Marcus by your side.

There were summer adventures into the countryside to find streams to swim in to beat the unbearable heat. There were late night ‘study sessions’ that routinely involved borrowing Marcus’s older sister’s car to go get McDonald’s and sit and talk for hours. You went to every single one of his football games (even though he was third string). And you were there the one game in four years that he was on the field and caught a pass that resulted in a game-winning touchdown.

He was there for your break-out role as the Gingerbread Man in the school’s production of Shrek the Musical. He saw it every night. And he was there when your date to junior-year homecoming didn’t show up, and even though he vowed to not go to a school dance that year, he stepped in as your last-minute date (and funny enough, your original date showed up with a black eye on Monday, but you never heard the details…).

Maybe you’ve been apart for longer than you two actually knew each other, but the friendship that you two shared in those years could have been enough to last a lifetime. Luckily, with both of you now working in D.C., it doesn’t have to be. Maybe now you can experience another lifetime of friendship, but this time as adults.

You have been silent for a moment too long when Marcus interrupts, “Hey, you still here?”

“Sorry, yeah,” you respond. “I was just thinking about how you never told me how my ex-homecoming date, Brian, ended up with a black eye after he stood me up?”

The memory makes him laugh, “That information is on a need-to-know basis. But what I can say is that conversation was quite helpful to draw on when I was learning interrogation skills at Quantico.”

“I KNEW IT!!” you yelp. You grab the throw pillow from your side of the couch and reel back to playfully hit him with it, but he’s too quick—he reaches and yanks it out of your hands, landing his own solid thwack against your stomach. This elicits a squeal from you, “HEY! Not fair, Mr. FBI. You can’t use your super-agent skills against me, that’s got to be a ground rule.”

“I was only acting in self-defense,” he contends, but releases the offending pillow from his grasp. “But if you insist, I will let you take a retaliatory hit at me, to keep things fair.”

“Hmmm. Now I don’t trust you, Pike. I’m pretty sure you’re the type that would remember where I’m …” You were going to finish the sentence with the word ‘ticklish,’ but you can see the shift in Marcus’s eyes, meaning he knew the end of your sentence before you said it. He lunges towards you, and you’re able to call out an “OH NO!” before he’s on top of you, hands attacking the spots on your body that, of course, he does remember are ticklish.

Everything devolves into laughter. Radiant joy fills your living room, joy that you haven’t experienced in so long.

When you’re able to squirm away and catch your breath, you release a thought that had been on your mind all night, “Marcus, I missed you. I missed you so much.”

You could live forever in the incredibly tender way that he looks at you.

“I’ve missed you too, Ging” he says, reminding you of your high school nickname that formed from your silly but wonderful role in the musical. Like old times, Marcus can still sense the melancholy that hides behind your smile, “hey, we both did it. We made it out. And now we’ve found each other again. Nothing is going to take you away from me now, friends for life, remember?”

You two hug, and time could stop for all you care.

—X—

“I can’t believe I let you drag me to a Quantico bar!” you grumble humorously as you slide out of the Uber you and Marcus shared back to your place. “I know So Many great bars in D.C. proper, and I let you drag me to the suburbs, just to be ogled by a bunch of middle-aged men in ill-fitting suits. I’m never going to forgive you for this one.”

You both are laughing in earnest at your condemnation of the rather dive-y establishment you both got probably a little too toasted at for a Thursday night. You were right, the place was filled with the Special Agent-type that Marcus worked with every day, which is likely why it was tinted in rose-color in his memory.

“In my defense, I am not a woman, so how could I…” the words drunkenly tumble from Marcus’s lips. “Wait I take that back, let me rephrase…”

You spin around to shoot lasers into Marcus as his drunk ramble verges on being problematic. You wag your finger at him, “Hey, watch it captain.” He stops in his tracks and you, tipsy as well, step towards him, maintaining eye contact and continuing the silly motion of your finger, until you two are a breath apart.

He doesn’t back up, in fact, he leans into the proximity of your bodies. “Yes ma’am, I’m gonna shut up, I promise,” he blathers. You rest your palms against his chest, fingers grabbing at his wrinkled dress shirt. The alcohol coursing through your veins is giving you a confidence that you weren’t quite ever able to manifest in all those years ago. His hands come up to rest against your upper arms, not pushing you away but also not yet closing the remaining distance between your bodies.

“Yeah, you better. If you don’t, I’ll have to…” your thought stops short from completing as what’s left of your sober brain starts to comprehend how much contact you have with Marcus. Heat and energy pass through each junction of your bodies, his fingers on your arms, your hands against his muscled chest. Were your feet touching too?

“Or you’ll have to what?” Marcus probes, finally releasing the breath he took in the moment your bodies touched.

His voice prompts you to look up from where you had been staring intently into the wrinkles of his once-pristine dress shirt. His eyes are boring holes into where he’d been staring at your head, desperately waiting for you to do something.

Gods, you want to kiss him so badly right now. You want to kiss him hard and desperate to make up for all the years apart. You want to kiss him soft and tender, so he’ll never leave again.

But what if he doesn’t feel the same way? You can’t destroy this absolutely magnetic friendship that you’ve regained after all these years, just for one kiss. But what if he does feel the same way?

You break away from Marcus. You can feel the energy that’s been coursing through your body from his break as you sever each individual point of contact. You can feel each finger leave the surface of his chest and travel through the suddenly chillier D.C. air. His hands slide down your arms. The last of the contact of your bodies breaks as he squeezes his thumb and pointer finger against your pinky.

“I should go,” Marcus says, fracturing the prolonged eye contact by looking down to the pavement. You look down too, your energy shattered by the sudden loss of contact. “Let’s do this again.” The sound of his voice still holds the joy that filled you both tonight, even as his eyes search the ground for something better to say.

—X—

He always smelled like cedarwood. You can still smell it around you as you close your front door and lean back against it. You know you're going to feel this emptiness tomorrow, a different kind of hangover than the tequila sitting in your stomach threatens you with.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and you jump out of your disappointment. You look out the peephole and it’s Marcus, fidgeting awkwardly. You open the door, “Hey, did you forget some...” you start to ask but he cuts you off.

“Hey sorry for probably scaring you, but I felt something back there. I don’t know if you felt the same thing, but I was wondering if I could kiss you? And if the answer is no, we can forget …” Now it’s your turn to interrupt him. You grab a hold of his shirt in the same place you held him in the parking lot. You pull against him and he leans down and kisses you.

It’s like something in each of you breaks. A floodgate of emotion opens, channeled through this kiss. Your lips search each other for answers you’ve been longing for since the beginning of time.

One of his hands holds your face, while the other finally roams your body. It’s almost as if he’s charting himself a map, so he’ll never lose you again. It traces down your neck, across your shoulders, phantom fingers on your breasts. You’re not sure if his hand is leaving icicles or flames in its wake, but he has every nerve in your body standing on end.

You break from this kiss, but you don’t travel further than to just murmur against his lips. “Marcus are you sure?” you whisper.

He looks down at you and his eyes shine with more joy than you’d ever seen. You cup his cheek in your hand and all his words, all his ability to profess his love dies in his throat because of the simple gesture. He smiles and nods and whispers your name. You could get used to this, the feeling of his lips on yours and your bodies locked together.

“Let’s stay like this forever,” Marcus says, reading your mind.

“Yes. Forever,” you reply and kiss him again.

fin.

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hyperfixatingmenever · 3 years

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Hush, My Dear

Hush, My Dear | Part 1/2 | 7.2K | Mature

Title: Hush, My Dear

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/ Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 7.2K

Cross posted on Ao3 here

Part 2 here

A/N: This fic is dedicated to the lovely @theassbuttchronicles I hope I did justice to all your Frankie dreams! Please enjoy!

Thank you @gillespie-s for editing the monstrosity I gave you. Thank you @michaelperry for answering all my dumb questions & soothing my anxiety and thank you @peterunderoos-blog & @fantasmicbelle6y6 for beta reading. I love you all so much!

"You know I’m not always going to be here to help with your cuts and bruises, right?" You try to say with a smile but still somewhat serious, as you continue to wrap Frankie's hand with gauze.

"But I don’t know what I'd do without my favourite medic," Frankie shoots back, giving you his go-to smirk.

"Ooooh, favourite medic? What happened to Rebecca?"

"Rebecca?! If I remember correctly, you’re the one who set us up on a blind date, but I ended up on your couch that night, telling you how terrible it went."

“Lower your voice! She’s working today.” You chastise him and, with your free hand, lightly hit him in the shoulder. Frankie raises an eyebrow as he looks left and right to see if anyone had caught his comment but knowing you both were in the corner examination room concealed by the thin clinic curtains, he wasn’t worried.

"I think you didn't even give her a chance," You say, trying to poke his buttons while your concentration was still on his hand. He was right; he did end up on your couch that night. He went through a whole list of reasons why the date was bad, and the company was worse. Further exaggerating that it was the worst night of his life, which you highly doubted because you heard about the shit those boys went through during some of their ops. As he complained, you listened like a good friend, but all the reasons he described felt superficial and insincere. You remember trying to ask questions in an attempt to understand why Frankie was acting this way, but each time he would shut you down and would keep on with his long-winded story of the night. As you finish remembering that night, still wrapping Frankie’s hand, you hear under his breath. "She just wasn't the one.”

Barely hearing those words, your mind began to race, your chest had tightened. Did Frankie believe in ‘the one'? Because if you were being honest with yourself, you had always imagined that Frankie was ‘the one’ for you. You had known each other for so many years, you couldn’t let yourself start to believe that Frankie would ever like you like that, let alone love. That’s why you had tried to set Frankie up with your fellow army medics. Maybe if he had someone else, a girlfriend, someone else’s couch he could stay on from time to time… you could move on. Maybe you could actually go on a date with someone without comparing them to Frankie. Frankie was one of your best friends, he was family, but you were convinced he could never be more.

As you were deep in thought, it felt like the base clinic fell silent; you had worked quiet night shifts before, but within these thin curtains which sequestered the both of you off from what felt like the rest of the world, it was deafening. You swore if you really concentrated, you could hear Frankie's heartbeat, but maybe it was just yours speeding up. After what felt like forever, you finally break the silence.

"Okay, Frankie, you're good to go. You know the drill, keep the gauze dry, make sure to change the bandage and gauze daily, and if the pain gets worse, take a couple of extra-strength Advil..."

"And drink lots of water..." Frankie rolls his eyes as he finishes your sentence, showing that he knows it off my heart. He slowly pushes himself off the clinic bed with his non-bandaged hand and stands in front of you.

"But really, thank you, mi Cielo. I always know I can count on you,"

You give a slight chuckle, trying to cover up the hurt you felt in your eyes. It only hurt more looking at his warm smile. His smile that would eventually warm someone else's heart, someone that wasn't you. You look down at his paperwork and quickly say, "Any time, Frankie.”

You both walk to the nurse’s station. As you stop to finish up his paperwork, he keeps walking. You hear his heavy uniform boots slowly fade down the hallway, but then you hear a sharp squeak from his feet changing direction.

"HEY, MI CIELO!" Hearing your nickname coming from his sweet lips makes you quickly lift your head and look up at him, meeting his deep brown eyes, down the distant hallway.

"Don't forget movie night at my place on Friday!" Your monthly movie night had been a tradition since you and the guys had met at your first posting. The last Friday of the month was slowly approaching at the end of the week, and movie night was definitely something you always looked forward to with all the guys.

"I'll be there!" You yell back, with the biggest grin on your face. Frankie smiled back, but right before he turned back around, you add:

"And don't forget to remind Benny that it's my turn to pick the movie, and if he puts up a fight, I'll kick his ass.” Frankie gives you a grin, a small nod, and an even smaller salute with his two fingers before turning on his heels and leaving the base clinic.

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Friday night was finally here, and you've never felt the need to relax with a movie, junk food, and your favourite people more. There had been a training exercise gone wrong, so you had half a dozen privates with broken bones, road rash, and a couple of concussions. Let alone the normal flu's, aches and pains, and problems that flooded your ER daily.

Like every other movie night when it was your pick, you couldn't wait to spend the first 10 min sitting on the floor, in front of Frankie's TV, looking at your movie options while Benny tried to sway your choice to be something like one of the 'Fast and Furious' movies. You would inevitably choose 'The Princess Bride'; you made the boys suffer through it every time it was your pick. In your defence, your pick only happened every five months. You walk up to Frankie's front door, consumed by your thoughts of what tonight was going to hold, not noticing that yours was the only vehicle parked in front of Frankie's place.

~Flashback~

You had known the boys and Frankie in particular for the past 12 years, and since the beginning, Frankie's has always stated that we were all like family and that family doesn't knock. It had taken you quite a while and many light scoldings from Frankie for you to finally stop knocking and just walk into his house. The first time you had done it, it was a random Tuesday, and you were on autopilot after such a bad day. All your brain wanted to do was relax and talk to Frankie. You walked in, went straight to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and plopped down on the couch.

Frankie’s eyes widened as his focus followed you from the door to the fridge and back to the couch. You were finally making yourself at home, in his house, after months of him begging for you to do so. You were completely unfazed by him standing in front of the stove making spaghetti.

Other than Frankie's cooking, the house was silent but not in a tense way, in a comfortable... home, type of way. Once Frankie finished cooking, he brought you a plate of food and sat down beside you. He distracted you with stories of all the dumb things his students had done lately, which made you throw back your head with laughter.

~End Of Flashback~

You walked into Frankie's house already smelling the fresh popcorn Frankie must have made with warm butter.

"FRANKIE?" you yell, not seeing him in the living room or kitchen.

"Up here! Coming!" You hear Frankie's heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. As he descended the last couple steps, you see his shirtless torso being covered by a dark grey t-shirt. He gets this head through, the mess of curls that he usually hides with a hat popping out from the collar as his arms come down. You catch a glimpse of his soft stomach and can see faint indents of his ‘V’ line as his jeans hung low on his hips, even with a belt and those stupid buckles of his. Before he re-adjusted his shirt, you could see the small line of hair trailing from his bellybutton, lower, past the waist of his jeans.

Frankie always swore that he had abs during basic training... even though Santi promises you, he didn't. This always starts an argument between Frankie and Santi about who was in better shape in basic training and who has maintained it. Benny would usually come in and ‘accidentally’ flex his muscles, subtly declaring himself the winner, which only made Frankie and Santi team up against Benny, which is always fun to watch. What you would never tell anyone, let alone the guys, is that you never liked the glistening hard six-pack but rather a bit of a softer stomach... much like Frankie had.

"Mi Cielo!" Frankie walks over and gives you a warm hug, which is only then when you realize that you two are alone, the boys aren't here. Which is very strange because they usually beat you here. As if he had read your thoughts, Frankie started to explain.

"Oh about that..." He rubs the back of his neck with one of his hands and looks down "...all the guys cancelled."

"All of them?" You raise one eyebrow in confusion because in all the time you guys had had your movie nights, sure one or two might cancel, but never all three.

"Yeah, apparently Santi finally convinced this girl he's been chasing to give him a chance. Benny's trainer added more training sessions before his big fight in a couple of weeks, and Will got unexpectedly sent for some recruiting bullshit this morning"

"Oooh... well we can cancel movie night then?"

"NO!" Frankie practically yells. Neither he nor you expected the volume that came out of this mouth.

"No... I mean... from your texts, you seemed to have had a stressful week, and we both know how much you love movie night..." Frankie’s sentence trails off, hoping you'll pick it up and agree to stay. You make eye contact with his warm eyes.

"Well, you already made the popcorn. No sense wasting it." You finish with a grin.

"Perfect! I'll go grab the snacks, and you go pick a movie!" Frankie says with a smile. He heads towards the kitchen to grab everything but first snatching the blue and brown plaid shirt draped over the back of the couch. You sit down in front of the TV and start your look over your options. You had done this so many times, you swear you could recall every single movie in Frankie's DVD collection. As you finish looking through the second row, you can smell the buttery popcorn get closer and the glass beers clinking in Frankie's hands; you look up. Frankie places everything down on the coffee table and teasingly says,

"Come on, Cielo, we both know you’re just going to pick 'The Princess Bride' "

You give Frankie a light glare "no, I'm not!"

Frankie raises his eyebrows in sarcastic surprise.

You pout a little and look back at his collection of movies. "It's no fun if I can't see Benny's face silently suffering the whole time!" Frankie's deep laughter warms your chest, and you let yourself smile since all Frankie could see is the back of your head. You push the pieces of hair that fell in front of your eyes, behind your ear while looking at movies, and you turn your head back to Frankie.

"Let's pick something else...together," you say, slowly tapering off, trying to see Frankie's reaction. Frankie coughed and sat up straighter.

"uh yeah if that's what you want? Do you want to stream something? Since I swear we’ve already watched everything from my DVD collection at least three times" he gives a slightly nervous chuckle.

"Yeah," you say quietly as you slowly stand back up and head over to the couch.

You and the boys were used to physical affection, for one of them to wrap their arm around your shoulder, for you to lean against one of them, for one of them to lay their head in your lap as you play with their hair, but this was a first that it was just Frankie and you. You try and rein in your dizzying thoughts and erratic heartbeat. Slowly, reminding yourself that ‘Frankie was just a friend, and this is just a normal movie night.’

“How does ‘Wonder Woman’ sound?”

“Great,” you say probably too quickly because you weren’t listening.

“Uh… sounds good” After Frankie presses play, he reaches forward, hands you your beer and places the popcorn bowl in the small space between you two.

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With multiple beers and the popcorn bowl now empty on the coffee table, the night had slowly progressed. 'Wonder Woman' had finished, and the both of you decided to keep the night going and put on another movie. Night had gradually fallen outside, and the only light sources in the house were the tv and a small lamp over your shoulder. Neither you nor Frankie had ever seen ‘Prospect’, but you had heard good reviews about it.

You were nuzzled in the corner of the couch, leaning your head against the back of the couch, so you could rest your neck as well as take quick glances at the profile of Frankie’s face. Admiring how his jaw went slightly slack as he was intensely focused on the movie, his one dimple that would make an appearance when he smiled, as well as his soft eye wrinkles. You couldn’t forget about the slope of his nose; whenever you stared at it or thought about too long, it made you start to have dirty thoughts… thoughts about how that slope would feel against your clit as he ate you out, the tight grip he would have on your waist, leaving small bruises, the feeling of his patchy beard scraping against the softness of your thighs. Presumingly giving you a slight beard burn which would make you think of him while you tried to act normal the next day at work as your clinic uniform rubbed against your sensitive thighs. Reminding you of all the pleasure he brought you with just his tongue. But before you let yourself fall entirely down this rabbit hole of thirsty thoughts about a man who was your friend and someone who considered you family, a small snore shook you out of your trance. You look at Frankie again but now with softer thoughts, how relaxed and peaceful he looked. His arms stretched over the back of the couch with his head tilted back and his mouth open.

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You decided that you should clean up the empty beers with the movie nearing the end and do the couple dishes you and Frankie had made that night. You didn't want to disturb Frankie because he looked like he needed the sleep, so you tried to be as silent as possible. You quietly hummed while you washed the few dishes and unloaded the dishwasher. Not realizing how wet your hands still were, you lost your grip on a plate, and it shattered on the floor with a loud BANG.

Almost instantly, Frankie jumped up from the couch looking around like a mad man, sweat pouring down his face, making some of his curls stick flat on his forehead, his hands were shaking… as was most of his body, but his eyes were what you clocked first. They were filled with panic, sadness, and ultimately fear. The plate was soon forgotten as you quickly walked towards Frankie, but as you reached out for him, he flinched and stepped back.

"No…. No…. I'll hurt you…. I don't want to hurt you…." Frankie said shakily.

You were an army medic, and you had taken courses on mental health, many on PTSD in particular. You knew something had happened, and Frankie was struggling.

"Frankie, everything is okay, you're safe, I'm right here," showing the palms of your hand, proving you're not a threat. You slowly start to make your way around the couch, but with every step, Frankie took his own step back.

He kept mumbling, "No, I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to hurt you," over and over again. Looking down and shaking his head as if he could shake whatever hurt him out of his brain.

"You're not going to hurt me, Frankie. I know you. You're my best friend. I trust you. I trust that you would never hurt me." Tears are now streaming down his eyes; he wipes them haphazardly like a toddler.

"Frankie, what can I do? How can I help you? What do you need?"

"I need you to stay back," and as he yells that, he takes off and locks himself in the guest bathroom. You run after him, you can hear him crying. All you can do is let him know you're there for him. "I'm right here Frankie, right outside… whatever you need." You lean against the door and slide down till you're sitting on the ground. You hummed a lullaby that your dad used to sing to you when you were little, hoping that it might calm Frankie down or at least give him something to focus on. After some time, Frankie stopped crying and hyperventilating, and you could feel your own breathing start to even out.

You told Frankie you were going to clean up the plate and to just call if he needed anything. You hoped that maybe if you weren't right outside the bathroom, he might come out on his own, but no such luck. 2 minutes turned into 5, which turned into 7, and he still hadn't come out on his own. You had been outside that bathroom for more than half an hour, and you were getting worried; you just needed to see his warm, encompassing eyes. Finally, at your breaking point, you tried to act strong, but you know it ends up just sounding like a plea. “You need to let me in, Frankie...please.”

You hear a deep breath from the other side of the door "...I don't want you to see me like this…"

"Like what? My best friend. An amazing pilot. A war vet. The most caring person I know."

Nothing came from the other side.

"You know I’m going to keep listing things if you don't open up this door." You hear a slight chuckle, and suddenly that chuckle is your favourite noise in the entire universe.

"Okay, you're in for it now…" and before you can even continue your sentence, you hear the door handle jiggle. Frankie slowly opens the door and comes out of the bathroom with his eyes on the ground. Standing upright from leaning against the wall, you slowly place a hand in his and lift the other to wipe the stray tears that had fallen down his face.

Gradually you pulled him in and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around you and silently cried the last bit of tears into the crook of your neck. Nothing was said, but you slowly rocked him, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Holding the back of his head with one hand, tangling within his curls and the other rubbing soft circles on his back. You don't know how long the both of you stayed like that, but when Frankie's breathing went back to normal and he was no longer holding onto you like you could disappear at any time, he started to softly let go. Both of you only pull back far enough to touch foreheads and look into each other’s eyes.

There was quite a long pause before Frankie broke it. "So is this where we kiss?" He gave a half-hearted smile, you would have smiled if it didn't hurt so much. You knew Frankie was joking. Without either of you saying anything, you both communicate with your eyes; Frankie had had a nightmare.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask tentatively.

Frankie stands up straight and rubs his over his face. “Can we just talk about anything else, other than that?”

Not wanting to push, you gave in quite quickly. “Sure.”

You grab his non-bandaged hand and lead him back to the couch.

Frankie places his head in your lap. You talk about everything that comes to mind, and as the night progresses, you play with his soft curls, and at times braiding small pieces. After a long peaceful pause from your last topic, you finally break it with a question you've been asking yourself for years.

"Frankie, why do you call me Mi Cielo?"

His soft breathing catches at your question.

"I know it means 'my sky', but I don't understand why you would call me that? I asked Santi in the past but he just laughed and rolled his eyes at me"

Hearing that you had asked Santi, Frankie gave a small groan and covered his face with his hands.

He moved his hands so they were no longer covering his mouth, but still held them over his eyes. Like if his eyes met with yours, things might change forever, and not in the way you both secretly hoped.

"You know we've all got call signs right?" You give a slow nod.

"Well the guys and I were talking, and since you were now part of ‘the guys' you needed a nickname. We came up with a bunch. Sunshine, Doc, Preciosa... Benny was having a hard time with the Spanish ones" He says with a small head shake.

"Anyways we came up with all these names but none of them felt right. I started thinking about you and how you make me feel... and well... I'm always happy with you. You give me the same peaceful, calming feeling that I feel when I'm flying. The sky is the place I feel the most comfortable, the most like myself, when it's just me and the sky. So I brought up Mi Cielo to all the guys, they laughed at me and continued on with their search, but I knew that night that I found my name for you, Mi Cielo.

Frankie had finally uncovered his eyes, but they were now looking forward at the black TV. Your brain was firing rapidly trying to understand what this story meant. Frankie felt comfortable with you, happy with you, just you. You weren't sure what this meant but you knew it made your chest warm.

Coming out of your trance, you look down at Frankie and catch him trying to stifle a yawn. All you say is "Let’s get you to bed.”

Frankie lifts his head and sits up as you stand up; he follows your lead, standing up as well. As you turn towards the stairs that lead to his room, his large calloused hand wraps around your own. You tell yourself that it's just for his comfort after such a hard night, telling yourself over and over again to not overthink it. You walk hand in hand towards Frankie's room, you sit on the end of his bed, giving his hand a quick squeeze before letting go. He gives you a soft look before heading to the bathroom. As he finishes in the bathroom, he walks out in a pair of loose sleep pants and an old black band tee. Before he opens the sheets to his bed, his hands stop. He looks up at you, and with his eyes still slightly glassy, he asks, "Will you stay with me?"

You give a small nod before going to the other side of the bed and crawling in. Frankie crawls in, right beside you. He looks at you tentatively, like he’s trying to figure out the best way to ask whatever’s on his mind. Instead, you open your arms without saying anything, and he places his head on your chest. You wrap your arms around each other just like in front of the bathroom, but this feels more intimate. Unsure if it was because you were in bed together, that his head was on your chest or that it felt like your heartbeats were in sync.

Slowly his breathing got more shallow, but unable to see his eyes, you assumed he had fallen asleep. You glance down to see his arm wrapped around your torso, his large bandaged hand resting on your stomach and you could feel his legs intertwined between yours. If you let yourself indulge, you could stay like this forever, but you knew tomorrow would come, you would go home, and the both of you would never talk about this night ever again. You let yourself give in just for a moment. You leaned down and kissed his forehead and spoke the words you had been thinking since the moment you knew you loved him.

"Frankie, I love you. I wish I could take all of your pain, your demons, every worry away from you. You carry so much on your shoulders, and I wish I could relieve you of it. You deserve the world, and you deserve to be happy; that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you… to be happy." Soon after, you fell asleep and had never felt more secure than with his arms wrapped around you.

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Hours later, you wake up as the sun slowly begins to rise and peek through the blinds, and you realize you desperately need the bathroom. You look down to see Frankie still gripping you like his life depended on it. As you try and take in this beautiful serene moment, your body betrays you and reminds you why you woke up in the first place. Carefully, you untangle yourself from Frankie’s limbs, hoping to not disturb him; you head to the bathroom.

As you mindlessly wash your hands, you hear something and then the bathroom door swings open and your eyes meet with Frankie’s. You see the panic in his eyes.

“Frankie?”

Quickly you look around for a towel but can’t see one, so you shake off your wet hands and step forward. Placing a cool hand on his hot cheek. He leans into your hand with his eyes closed, embracing the physical contact, as if he was starved and had not been tangled with you mere minutes ago.

His eyes open, and he looks at you in yours.

“Don’t leave me like that, you scared me”

You think the only reason tears didn't swell in his eyes after telling you this was he was probably dehydrated from all the crying yesterday.

“I’m sorry, I just had to go to the bathroom.”

There was a long silent pause while you just looked into each other’s eyes. Frankie finally breaks the silence with some hope in his voice. “Are you hungry?”

You both head down to the kitchen to start cooking breakfast, Frankie in front of the stove cooking eggs and you are mashing avocados for avocado toast on the opposite counter. There was a peaceful silence resting over the kitchen; the sun was finally rising, ushering a new day, and you felt content. Well, as content as you could be. Silently imagining what it would feel like if this became your life, sleeping in Frankie’s bed, holding each other, making breakfast together, but the more you let yourself succumb to this dream, the more it started to hurt. As you start to cut slices of bread, Frankie spoke up, “Can we talk about you kissing me?”

You choke and turn toward him; he’s already looking at you. “What?”

“Last night… on the forehead.”

Realizing if he knows about the kiss, he probably knows about what you confessed, panic-filled your body. “Oh! I’m really sorry, I didn’t…” but before you could finish, he abruptly cuts you off.

“I love you too.”

You're speechless; this can't be happening. “Wait, what?”

“I love you, mi Cielo, I heard what you said last night, and after my horrible dream... I can’t wait any longer to tell you. I was sure my brain was just playing a trick on me when I heard you. You could never love me, I’m just a broken man, but I need you to know I love you. You're the first person I think of when I wake up, and I spend the night dreaming about you and the possibility of us. Us living together, us getting married, even sometimes the idea of kids, kids with your eyes and my hair. I want to spend every moment I have, with you." He waits for a response, but you're dazed; you’ve still got to be dreaming, right?

All you can utter is, “but we’re friends.''

Frankie steps closer, putting one hand on either side of you, leaning on the counter “You are my best friend… but you also said you want me to be happy… you make me happy.” he said matter of factly.

“...but were friends”,

Frankie can tell your brain is caught on a loop, and before you can even completely react, he strips off his shirt and lets it fall to the kitchen floor.

“What are you doing? Put your shirt back on.”

But your eyes betray you. You can't help but stare. He’s so close you can smell his sweat as well as his day-old lingering cologne. You stare at his biceps which are holding you in place as he continues to lean on the counter, his large pecs and his soft stomach that you caught a glimpse of yesterday.

“You keep saying we're friends, but you’re looking at me, and I know that's not all…” You finally look up and into his eyes, “Can I kiss you?” he practically begs.

You finally let yourself give in to this dream...“Please,” you whisper.

His hands come up to softly cup your face, as your lips touch. It's better than you ever imagined, because this was real. You can feel him smile against your lips as well as his scruff he called a beard.

"I love you, GOD. I love you,"

He moans as your hands start to tangle in his hair. He finally has had enough; he needs more of you; his hands follow the curves of your body before ending at your hips; he gives them a hard squeeze indicating to jump. Seamlessly you give a small jump, and he picks you up the rest of the way and places you on the counter. You throw your head back as he starts to kiss up your neck, giving him more access.

Your hands roam his skin feeling every muscle and scar, most scars on his body you stitched back up. Touching his body is different now, it's not goal-oriented, finish a task and be done but enjoyable, electric for you know at this moment, Frankie's body is yours.

You can feel Frankie getting excited as he stands between your legs. He continues to kiss your face, down your neck and moves the collar of your shirt to suck against your collar bone. You can feel yourself dripping with arousal, but you could tell Frankie wanted to take his time with you. You hook your legs together behind Frankie and pull him as close as possible, you start moaning louder and scratching at his back. You moaned whenever Frankie sucked on a particular sweet spot.

“Take me back to bed Frankie… please" Frankie needs no more encouragement, he grabs you by the thighs and lifts you up so he's walking with you wrapped around him. You're incredibly impressed with his strength when he doesn't waver as he carries you up the steps towards his bedroom. In the back of your head you're still worried about his hand but the kisses he's peppering you with, his hand is quickly forgotten. You expected Frankie to toss you on the bed, but you're pleasantly surprised as he gently lays you down still worshipping your body.

"To. Many. Clothes." Frankie breathes out.

Considering Frankie was already shirtless it was your turn to strip your shirt. As you take it off and throw it somewhere in Frankie's room, he stops in his tracks, you immediately get self-conscious trying to cover yourself with your hand or maybe a blanket close by. Frankie looks up from staring at your body and just like you, last night, clocks the fear in your eyes.

"Baby, you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen, I want to explore your body as long as you'll let me, I will do everything to show you how much I love you" Hearing his words you melt.

Quickly trying to think of a way for you to show how much you love and appreciate him. With the obvious idea coming to mind you start kissing down his chest letting your hands roam his broad shoulders trying to shimmy your way off the bed and between his legs, but before you can he stops you.

"Not right now baby, let me take care of you."

With your feet already planted on the ground, he slowly pushes you until your back is flat on the bed.

Before he kneels down, you reach for a pillow and hand it to him "For your knees"

He gives you a smirk and does what he's told, placing the pillow on the floor before kneeling down. His fingers dance across the waistband of your leggings, he gives your hips a soft squeeze indicating to lift them, before pulling them off of you. Frankie softly spreads your legs and thinks about all the things he wants to do to you, but that would have to wait because he could already tell how wet you were by just looking at you. He starts softly kissing up either thigh making sure to give them equal attention. You can feel his scuff scraping against your soft thighs and it feels even more sinful than you dreamed about. Frankie hooked his thumbs in the side of your soaking wet underwear, slowly peeled them off your body, enjoying the strip show he's giving himself before throwing them somewhere into the darkness of his room. As the cold air hits your wet cunt you buck your hips and instinctively shut your thighs.

"Baby you've got to keep your legs open"

You moan and nod, doing your best. Frankie knows how sensitive you already are so he puts your legs over his shoulder and places his large hands on your hips, holding you in place. He gives small licks before delving into your pussy, and just as you thought his nose brushes against your clit every time he buries his tongue in you. You chant his name like a prayer, you're so close to a release, a release that Frankie had almost coaxed out of you with only his tongue. A moan comes from Frankie's chest, this moan was different from the smaller moans that seemed to fall out of his mouth as he explored your folds with his tongue. This moan was gravelly, like it roiled within him this encouragement pushed you over the edge. Your outstretched arms grasped the sheets of the bed as you came, Frankie lapped up everything you gave to him.

As Frankie stood up you could hear the audible pop of his knee, you both gave a quick wince before he climbed on top of you and you both started to laugh.

"Aren't you happy I gave you that pillow?"

"You always take care of me"

He kisses you and you can taste yourself still in his mouth as your tongues explore each other.

Even with his sleep pants still on, you could feel his hard length against your thigh, you lift your hand and start messaging through his thin sleep pants. Frankie loudly moans "Cielo" you take this as your sign to push down his pants. While still kissing, you start to stroke his length, "God. Baby, you feel so good."

"I need you, Frankie, I need you inside of me" Frankie breaks the kiss to look you in the eye and confirm what you just said. You put your hands on either side of his face, pushing the hair stuck to his forehead back. "I want this. I want you. Frankie, I love you." Frankie kisses you and you know what he's saying back "I love you too"

You're still wet from the first time you came so when Frankie pushes into you, he slides in. He fits perfectly inside of you, he starts off slow but he soon picks up the pace, you can feel yourself clenching around him. Neither of you last long but since there was 12 years of foreplay this seems perfect to you. After you both slowly came down from your high he rolled off of you and laid beside you, both of you still breathing heavy. You turn your head towards him, awestruck and say "That was incredible… that was beyond incredible"

When it felt like your muscles were working again, You propped yourself up, leaned down and mumbled against his lip, "I love you."

Before sleep took either of you, Frankie got up and went to the bathroom to grab a warm face cloth to clean you up, when he finished he kissed you on the forehead gently reminding you to go pee. You roll your eyes as you get up but you secretly loved that you two take care of each other. Shutting off the bathroom light you crawl into bed and Frankie devours you in his arms, and almost instantly, you're both asleep.

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As Frankie slept, with his beard tickling behind your ear, you decided to order food. Knowing he'd wake up hungry, considering the two of you got distracted before you could eat breakfast and you two had worked up quite an appetite.

After some time still laying in bed with him, you heard a knock on the door "Wow they got here quick" as you got out of bed you realized you were naked and worse you couldn't find any of your clothes. You heard the knock again louder this time,

"Fuck!" You yell very quietly, you need to go get the food but you can't do it naked! Then you see Frankie's clothes drawer open, you run over, grab an old shirt of his, quickly put it on as you run to the door, silently hoping the one you pick will be long enough. You race to the door as there's one more loud knock, and as you open the door you hear "Frankie! Why the fuck is your door lock- ?!" Before you can even put together that it was not your food at the door but Santi, it was too late.

Each of you took a moment to size the other up. Santi definitely noticed Frankie's shirt, no pants, clothes on the kitchen floor leading to the stairs and the love marks that Frankie had littered across your body. What you saw was not much different, Santi's clothes are wrinkled like this is the second day he's been wearing them, he's got slight bags under his eyes and a large hickey poking out from under his collar.

"Soooooo..." Santi says with a knowing grin.

"What do you want Santiago?" Using his full name to show you are already over his shit, and a small part of it worked, he flinched just slightly as if his mother had used his FULL name.

"I was hoping to catch Fish while he was making lunch and tell him about my night"

"What are you a teenage girl?" You retort crossing your arms over your chest.

"Fish is my best friend, what do you want from me?" Santi shrugs his shoulder.

Any other time you'd find Frankie's and Santi's relationship adorable, but right now… you wanted nothing more than to close the door on Santi and crawl back into bed with Frankie. During this short pause, you can see Santi trying to look past you, to see if he could gather any more clues about what he was sure happened last night. You lean against the door frame and pull the door closer to you, to minimize whatever Santi is looking for behind you.

"So you and Fish? This couldn't have been going on long or he would have told me" he wiggles his eyebrows hoping to catch a reaction from you. With perfect timing you see a young teenage boy walking up the driveway with what you assume to be your food. A little unsure of what he was walking into, the boy slowly came up behind Santi, stood beside him and handed you the bag of your food. You grab it and thank him, knowing he probably wanted to get out of whatever was happening here.

You look back at Santi "Do you need anything else Santiago?"

"Well if Fish is free…" you look at him, he's not trying to be an ass he just genuinely wants to tell his best friend about his night, but right now Frankie was yours. You lean forward and give Santi a quick kiss on the cheek.

"He's not" and close the door on Santi. You quickly make your way up the stairs with food in hand. Frankie hasn't moved from the position you left him in a couple minutes ago, you want to remember this moment and what he looked like for the rest of your life. You creep over to the bed, place the food on the bedside table before slowly kissing Frankie's face. He slowly started to stir, his eyes fluttered open and looked at your face over him. He gently pushes some of your hair that is draping down behind your ear and rubs his thumb over your cheek.

"Good morning" His smile is soft and genuine. "Morning Frankie"

With his bandaged hand still on your face, he pulls you in for a kiss.

After a minute or two you pull back "Oh by the way Santi stopped by and wanted to gossip with you, but I told him you were busy"

"Oh am I?"

"Yes, extremely busy" you start kissing him again, realizing in the back of your head that your food will probably be cold by the time you get to it, but right now you couldn't care less. The kiss starts off sweet but quickly turns passionate. Slowly he switches your position, and now he's the one over you. Nothing could stop either of you at this moment, 12 years of bubbling feelings and finally a release. Well, one thing apparently could stop you.

"Is that my shirt?”

“Yeah, I borrowed it. Is that okay?” You answer self-consciously, you hadn't asked Frankie, you kinda just grabbed it and ran.

“Yeah, I…you just look good in it… really fucking good” Frankie replied with his mouth agape.

“You should see how good I look out of it,” you say with a wink. A fire was suddenly lit behind Frankie’s eyes, he crashed his lips with yours and the food was soon forgotten once again.

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