Shout out to my mom who explains my transition as "Having a daughterpillar turn into a Boyterfly". It doesn't erase the fact I was an adorable little girl, and also affirms my gender now. I love my mother.
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Seeking & Finding (pt. 7) (Alejandro Gillick x f!Reader) Rated: E
A/N: they fuck (you fuck? Reader-insert is weird). More details below cut!!
More A/N: here's your menus you hungry hungry whores!!! Handjob (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), vaginal fingering, we're taking baths, we're asking for consent, and everyone has a great time!!!
P.S. maybe the last chapter? It ends well but you know how I am.
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Landing in Monaco wasn't permanent, but it was nice. Sometimes it was peaceful, and sometimes it was a little less than easy. Other times, your screams echoed through the two bedroom apartment until Alejandro ran into your room and woke you up. The nightmares were vague and you didn't want to understand them. All you wanted was to sleep.
The easy days were standing on the small balcony with Alejandro behind you, caging you, making you feel protected as he whispered in your ear. You went out to sea together, wandered the city, and lived nice and normal.
Then, one day, Alejandro came home with blood on him. You were cooking in the kitchen and he walked past you, heading straight for the bathroom. Curious, because he usually greeted you, you followed behind him. He stood in the middle of the room, jerking at his tie and looking around like he didn't know where to start.
“Where are you hurt?” You asked and assessed his torso for wounds.
“It's not my blood,” he rasped, and your hands stilled.
“What happened?”
Alejandro started to shrug off his jacket so you helped him out of it. When he started on his shirt, you went to turn on the tub.
“Ah..” he folded his shirt, set it aside, then took off his pants. “I came across someone I knew.”
The hot water that poured over your hand might as well have turned you to ice. You swallowed through a dry mouth.
“A friend?” You asked. Begged.
Slowly, Alejandro shook his head and set down his pants. “No.”
You nodded. “Oh.”
“Don't worry. It won't change anything.”
You just nodded again. “Alright.”
But you were staring at the bathroom tile and thinking of how another life taken couldn't change something.
“Hey.”
You looked up and Alejandro watched you carefully. He took off each sock with his feet and padded towards you. He put himself parallel to the wall, so as not to box you in.
“If they find us, they'll put you in prison for the rest of your life and they'll put a bullet in my head. And believe me when I say that man I saw today would have done the same to me if he could've.”
You needed to stop nodding so much.
“I understand. I just didn't think it'd happen here,” you said, and turned off the water. Alejandro stood behind you, now only in his underwear, waiting on you. Waiting for you to…what?
You had to pass him on the way out, anyway, so you stopped when you moved next to him.
“I don't have to leave… If you didn't want me to.”
You weren't sure how to announce your interest without sounding like too much of a pervert. But Alejandro leaned in and kissed you lightly. You smiled.
“Get in the tub.” His eye wrinkled at your demand. “I wanna do something for you, get in.”
Alejandro kissed you on the cheek with grace and took off his underwear before lowering himself into the tub. His leather toiletries bag sat nearby so you pulled it over for when you'd need it.
“Can I wash your hair?” You asked quietly. Alejandro only nodded, so you scooped some water into your hands and poured it over his scarred shoulders, gathered more and ran it up his hair. He shuddered into a sigh.
You massaged his scalp gently, listening closely to his breathing and watching his heartbeat. Slowly you worked in his shampoo, his conditioner, careful to mind the temperature of the water. Eventually you ran the hot water again for a few seconds.
You two had been all but silent. Alejandro pulled at your arm to bring you around the side of the tub.
“Thank you," he said softly, and kissed your wrist.
“When was the last time you let someone take care of you?” You asked, thinking of when he offered you a light in the hallway of your apartment in Cartagena.
You poured bath oil into your hands and worked at his arm while he considered his response.
“My wife. Paloma.”
You watched him stare at the wall ahead of him.
“Will you tell me about her?” you asked and massaged his fingers. After a moment, he looked at you softly.
“Someday.”
You drew closer to the tub, and his naked form, now in full view, didn’t bother you at all. It felt completely natural, and you held the hand you had been working on.
“There are lives we can't go back to. But we can try to make the best of this one.”
Alejandro sighed and his hand, which had been grasping your in equal measure, loosened. He might as well have punched a hole through your chest.
“I won't make promises I don't know I can keep.”
You nodded at the familiar phrase. But then, the hand that left yours lifted your chin, which had drooped in defeat despite your best effort. “But I can try. And I think we've both been alone for too long.”
And then he kissed you, his lips still gentle in spite of it all. You pressed into him and he pressed back; you braced one arm on the lip of the tub behind him and slipped the other under the water, between his legs. Once your hands wrapped around his cock and gave it an experimental stroke, the moan that escaped his lips made you wetter than you realized you already were. He huffed into your mouth, you tugged faster. You weren’t exactly experienced, not varied in your lovers, but Alejandro crashed his mouth into yours and wrapped a wet arm around your back.
“Ah, fuck-!” he hissed between half-kisses and hurried breaths. He pressed his forehead into your shoulder and came with a series of shuddered groans. It sounded almost painful, and you stroked the back of his head until he was spent.
He craned his neck and kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, as he hoisted himself from the tub. You followed him and grabbed a towel, draping it across his shoulders and rubbing it across his head.
“I want us to take care of each other,” you said. Alejandro kissed you again. He didn’t give you an answer, only dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist.
“You want me to take care of you?” His voice was raspy and he craned over you. You crossed your arms behind your back.
“Wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” you whispered. Turning, you walked back into his room of a two bedroom suite. He followed closely behind you.
“Show me.”
His breath was hot at your shoulder. Almost fearfully, you used a shaky hand to brush against the side of your neck. Alejandro planted two, firm hands on your hips and latched his lips onto your neck where you had indicated. His hot tongue on your sensitive flesh mixed with his coarse facial hair made you squirm with delight.
Without much thought, you crossed your arms over your torso and took Alejandro’s hands, guiding them up and across your stomach. His hands were soft from the oil and worked with a featherlight touch to make you shiver as they glided up your abs and over your breasts.
Alejandro quickly, if not carefully, turned you around to face him.
“I want to see you.”
That was good enough; it may as well have been a beg coming from him. You, in no particular hurry, stripped your shirt and your pants, leaving you only in your underwear. Alejandro drew even closer so that your hips touched and you felt him hardening again under his towel. His lips hovered over the exposed skin of your shoulder before kissing it softly.
“Where else?” He spoke against your skin and goosebumps raised against the rumble of his voice. Shakily you took one of his hands and put it on your left breast, over your heart.
Alejandro traced his mouth down the front of your chest and to the sensitive skin of your nipple, taking it between his lips. Your body was ablaze and you tugged at his hair with one hand and steadied yourself on his shoulder with the other.
One of Alejandro's hands came around and pressed into the small of your back, arching your forward. He trailed downward, kissing your stomach, before sinking to his knees before you.
“Will you lie back for me?”
You didn't speak, only did as he asked, as if speaking would break this spell you both were under. When your head hit the comforter, it didn't dispel any of the dizziness that crept upon you like a haze. Not when you felt Alejandro tug you carefully towards the edge of the bed, and especially not when he put your legs over his shoulders.
Alight with pleasure, you welcomed every lick of a breeze as Alejandro pressed open mouth kisses to the inside of your thighs and led towards your clothed core. His fingers dipped into the sides of the waistband of your underwear and you lifted your hips to help him slide them off. Now bare to him, you stared at the ceiling, your fingers tingled, and your breathing slowed. Alejandro said your name and you looked down the soft plains of your own body to meet his half lidded eyes.
“You look, alright? I don't want you to forget who you're with.”
You nodded, even attempted to sit up with your elbows, but as soon as Alejandro gave your slit a single, long, hot stroke of his tongue, you were down again. Not being able to see him meant you had no way to predict when the flat of his tongue ran over your clit. You arched back in shock and Alejandro's hand rested on your abdomen to still you. You laid your hand on his and entwined your fingers.
A gasp that you hardly recognized as your own escaped your lips when Alejandro slid a finger into you with ease. You had little time to recover from the sudden sensation before he curled the digit, and your grip on his hair pulled so tight he hissed.
“Sorry,” you gasped, though you hardly heard the word and wondered how coherent it actually was.
He was stretching you, softening you and pulling you apart like clay and you were more than happy to mold to his liking. Your insides hummed, your pulse made the room shake, and your skin pricked with sweat as something curled inside you that you couldn't chase. He simply had to bring it to you.
A second finger and careful kisses to your center beckoned the feeling closer. Your hips worked on their own, bucking up to meet Alejandro's face and seek further friction, and he obliged. His strong hands set a bruising grip on your hips as he took from you all you could give. Stars burned black on the edges of your vision when you came, and no sound escaped you at first. The pleasure rippled through, made your hair stand on end, and only then did you let out a sort of choked sound.
You watched as the ceiling pulsed with your heartbeat and your vision focused in and out. The bed dipped beside you and you turned your head. Alejandro lay there as you had expected him to, but the late afternoon sunlight cut across his face and your chest constricted. Caught between the soft rays of a setting sun and the lamp light of the bedroom, he looked every bit the man he was, and all those parts of him you were so very fond of seemed to find themselves trapped in one incandescent moment.
You leaned forward and kissed him softly, quietly, simply. He smiled at you and pulled a blanket over you both. You scratched his short beard, he stroked your hair and whispered things to you that you probably couldn't remember if you tried. It wasn't about the words, anyway. It was his eyes.
He didn't need to make you a promise. You could see it plain as day.
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