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somehow I completely missed that you write for red dead redemption! but now that I’ve noticed I got to request some Javier content. maybe a nsfw alphabet or #41 from the 2nd prompt list “I don’t understand why people think fishing is relaxing. It’s all tense silence and boredom.”? thankss!
✧ Solari Says: Hey! It's no biggie, it's a franchise I want to write more for but don't get many requests. So thank you! However, I have not written for Javier, so here's to hoping this is good! 💖
🛑 WARNINGS: NSFW! 🛑
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★ a - aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Attentive and affectionate, Javier will grab anything that his partner needs and then promptly stick by their side until he knows that they're 100%. He'll initiate a cuddle as well, wanting to be there awhile his partner recovers from their escapades. After all, he recovers quickly, but Javier has been around the block and knows that not everyone is the same.
★ b - body part (favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)
He doesn't have a favorite body part of his own, but he loves the lower half of his partner. Legs and and a good ass are his weakness that get him going.
★ c - cum (anything having to do with cum)
His favorite part of his partner's body definitely has a play in this. He loves cumming on partner's body, preferably when he has them on their knees. Also having them swallow isn't something unknown to him either.
★ d - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He loves dirty talk, towards himself or him to his partner, but won't usually initiate that unless his partner does.
★ e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
Javier absolutely knows what he's doing. He knows how to woo a partner, knows how to treat them, and is attentive of their body language once they get down and dirty. The experience he's had since he's been 18 definitely served it's purpose, and continues to do so as he's with a partner.
★ f - favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggy style. It allows him to get a view that he can't ever beat, and allows him to take the control he likes-- while not completely being in his hands. His partner is more than welcome to steer the pace, and he won't ever argue it. Plus, hands on his partner's ass and leaving red marks by how hard he'd grip is something that he enjoys if his partner does.
★ g - goofy (are they serious in the moment?)
He's not goofy, he's too involved in the moment to be goofy. He wants this to be as thrilling for his partner as it is for him, and usually that takes up all of his attention. Not that he or his partner seem to mind, he's there to take them on a thrill ride since they don't get to do this often.
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Happy Holidays ❄️!! Can I please request maybe some spicy Fenrir🐺? Either just some nsfw headcanons or a nsfw alphabet? Whichever you prefer! Thank you so much!!💖💖
✧ Solari Says: Hey! Happy Holidays, my love! I've actually never written for Fenrir NSFW, so this will be an interesting attempt! I did A-G, and am willing to publish more if you'd like! I hope you enjoy! 💖
🛑 WARNINGS: NSFW! 🛑
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★ a - aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Emil is wildly attentive after he has finished. He will take a moment to collect himself, and then reach out to pull you into his arms and ask you if you're comfortable. He will grab you some water, a snack if you're craving it, and just sit in silence should you prefer some time to yourself.
★ b - body part (favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)
He doesn't necessarily have his own favorite body part, but he loves your legs. The feeling of them being wrapped around him, squeezing as a sign that he is, indeed, pleasing you is very assuring to him and encourages him to keep going.
★ c - cum (anything having to do with cum)
He prefers coming inside, with the proper protection in place, of course. He doesn't want to leave his bodily fluids on you, as he finds it a little gross.
★ d - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He doesn't really have one. He's honest, should the question be asked about it. The closest thing is that he has passing thoughts about trying BDSM sometimes, as kinks aren't very much his thing.
★ e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
He does. Emil, despite having his head far into his work enough to not have a lot of partners in the past, the ones he had decided to commit to gave him the years of experience he's had. Despite his palette being a little bland, he knows what to do and knows what he has to do to please you.
★ f - favorite position (this goes without saying)
He loves riding. The ability to watch you unravel on top of him, being able to squeeze your legs and feel your muscles twitch and move is such a huge turn on for him.
★ g - goofy (are they serious in the moment?)
Afterwards, sure. But in the moment is a serious time for Emil, finding himself lost in the feeling and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He finds it intoxicating.
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✧ alfie solomons x reader // Alfie calls reader in for a meeting, for feelings to become surfaced.
✱ "Why are you looking at me like that...?"
✧ Solari Says: Hello, my love! Thank you so much for your patience, as holiday months keep me busy and I wanted a restart on the blog aesthetic. I hope you enjoy!
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You weren't sure as to why Alfie had called you back to the bakery. The reasoning was beyond your understanding, as you had fulfilled your contract as per agreement. No twists, no cut corners, everything had been how it was supposed to be.
So approaching his office left a looming sense of confusion resting on your back, pushing past all the employees that littered the dimly lit corridors. You kept your head low, offering a small sigh of contempt as you approached a familiar, doe eyed young man with messy brown hair.
"Ollie," you greeted him, offering a nod.
He looked up at you with the same doe eyed expression that stayed on his face, returning the nod in your direction. "[Y/N]."
"Is Alfie present? He summoned me back here, but I know the business is ever-moving," you asked him, your eyes flitting towards the office door that Ollie had been stationed by.
Obviously if Ollie was in close proximity to the office, Alfie certainly had been inside. Better safe than sorry, though, as it were.
Ollie nodded in answer to your question, standing up straight so he could open the door for you. "Yes, actually. He just arrived for your meeting."
With that, Ollie turned the knob and opened the door.
You could see Alfie on the other side, hands clasped and eyes focused on the empty chair in front of him. It almost made a lump rise in your throat, the difference possibilities circling around in your head.
Ollie nodded to the inside, a gesture to tell you to get a move on. You took a second before obliging, and the sound of the door closing echoed in the back of your mind. You nervously twiddled your hands, as Alfie's eyes flickered towards the sound of the door closing. To you standing there, unsure what to think.
"Right, take a seat," Alfie instructed to you, his hands unraveling to gesture to the empty seat his eyes had been searing into since Ollie had opened the door.
You nervously dust yourself off and sit yourself down slowly. You had no idea why Alfie had been hardwired to make you feel this way. Maybe it was his unpredictability, his ability for improvisation. Or maybe it was because you seemed to have eyes for him since he contracted you-- but of course, you couldn't say much about that.
Unprofessional, it would be. At least, you would think so. It was always unclear about what the etiquette for a job in the underground is.
He folded his hands once more, the same stern look now searing into you rather than the back of the chair. It was silent for a minute, the intensity in the air palpable by most means. You could cut it with a knife, you were sure.
And then he spoke.
"Right, so," he began, finally dropping his hands to the top of the desk," your job was to find Sabini's right hand man and assassinate him."
"And I had done so," you respond to him quickly, earning a raised finger from him to silence you for a minute.
"I'm not finished," he stated, before continuing once the silence fell onto his ears. "You did so, but the way you handled it has Sabini and his crew chasing their fucking tails."
You remained quiet as you held his eye contact, his gaze unwavering as his face remained serious. The couple of seconds you took just observing him felt like forever, really, unsure of what he thought of you or your extra performance with Sabini's men.
Until his face cracked into a small smile.
When the smile happened, the entire atmosphere in the air changed. His gaze softened, replaced by something that clued him into being more amused than anything negative.
"Why are you looking at me like that...?" you ask him, almost feeling like you were dancing around the more upfront question of whether or not he found that more funny than anything else. Better safe than sorry, as it were. Not that you were afraid of Alfie-- far from it, really. It was more of a curiosity of how he conducted himself in private, compared to his more brutish act when he was with his workers.
"I'm just bloody amazed, is all," he admitted with the smile still stricken on his face. "I didn't think you were the type, is all. You amaze me every fucking time."
You could feel the color begin to flood to your cheeks at the compliment, usually not something Alfie went out of his way to do. You wondered how you became the subject of his fascinations, but... there could be a worse man curious of your methods.
Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad business transaction.
Hewwo (sorry) can i please request from the promptss “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting” with maverick r6s?? thank you!! happy to see you back on your bullshit (affectionate)!
✧ erik 'maverick' thorn x reader // reader and maverick have an interaction at R&D.
✱ “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting.”
✧ Solari Says: Hey, love! I hope you enjoy! It's my first time writing for Maverick, so I'm sorry if it's not as expected.
gif credit to the OP.
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Your head was low as you had been fiddling with the remnants of your gadget splayed out on the table in front of you. Everything about it was perfect, in most senses of the term. It excelled in shoot houses, was reliable on missions, and has even saved a few operations. After all, a mobile camera jammer was something that shockingly few had done on the team.
However, it could have been so much better. At least, you had believed it could be. Maybe you could improve the duration, the jammer range. Something that could make the visibility even less so, and the effect much more notable than it already had been.
You groaned a bit to yourself after staring at the internals for some time, opting to drop your head with a soft thump. You couldn't piece it together, not yet-- and it was starting to become frustrating. Maybe you needed more coffee, maybe you needed more sleep. It was getting late after all, you were at the lab later than most sane individuals.
You huffed, sitting yourself back up after a few minutes of self-analysis. You were fixing to put your jammer launcher back together, picking up the first few pieces of internals before you heard a noise behind you.
You turn, subconsciously placing the fragment back onto the table as you checked what was going on. Just across the room, not paying mind to you either, was Erik Thorn. You had been on a few missions with him, chatted with him enough to get to know who he was. What his story had been-- which surprised you, considering he had been quite reserved to others who had asked him the same questions.
You didn't know what you had done to earn his trust, but it wasn't something you had intended to break. In fact, the more you learned about him, the more you began to envy him. Appreciate him and his dedication to what he loved and the history he left behind in Afghanistan.
You recall him being quite good with tools. Maybe he had a brain for tech as well. After all, most operators in this CTU had been quite multi-talented. You contemplated walking up and asking him for a moment, considering he seemed to be quite busy with his own pet project as well.
Maybe it was something with his Breaching Torch. Considering the simplistic design of it, Erik hadn't been found in the labs all too often.
You swallow the little bit of nerves boiling up in your throat, pushing yourself away from your station and standing up straight. Your eyes seared into the back of his blonde hair during your approach, trying not to pay attention to anything else that could be considered unprofessional. You'd be lying if you didn't admit he was a looker on most fronts, leaving a lot for the eyes.
You were close to him now, reaching out your hand to give him a gentle tap on the shoulder. When he spun around in startle, you raised your hands in innocence. It was meant as a warning of you approach, considering the nature of many in the CTU. Surprising them was not the best of ideas in most cases, and you didn't want for him to dislike you for not having that courtesy.
"Sorry," you spoke openly, your eyes apologetic enough for him to relax his shoulders and offer a small smile.
"[Y/N]," he replied. "You scared the shit out of me."
"You were tunnel-visioned. I do it all the time, but... I was wondering if you could help me with something?"
He almost looked a little skeptical at first, his brow arching up in question for a couple seconds before you assumed he read the genuine expression on your face. He was good at that, reading people-- and it was startlingly so. You had hoped you had been saved from that, all things considered. You were trying your damndest to hide the fluster from your face and force back the warmth from creeping to your cheeks.
His blue eyes lightened up when the skepticism faded from the small details of his face, offering a nod of his head. "Sure, yeah. I have all night."
"Slow day?" you asked.
"Can't sleep," he responded.
Right. Erik had always had a problem falling asleep at night, he had confided once during your interactions. You thought it was maybe the racing of his head, or maybe his history coming swimming in circles. You had hoped he'd disclose the real reason, if he had chosen your company more often.
"Got it," you opted to respond, trying not to pry in business that wasn't yours.
"Anyway, show me the issue," he changed up the subject, not that you could blame him. That was the reason you bothered him, after all.
You nod your head in the direction of your station, turning on your heels to head to the location. You heard him following, allowing yourself to crack just a bit and let the heat rise to your face. Even if it was only for a moment, it would help to ensure it wouldn't happen again.
When you got to the station and the business was in front of you, the color faded from your face. You extend an invitation in the form of your hand, gesturing towards the picked-apart mess laying on the table. "You think you have any sort of ideas? I want to improve the range on it or how long the shit lasts."
On the computer was some coding for the processes of the jammer. You had thrown it up for your own reference, in order to see what you could change up.
Erik took a second to look at it, humming in thought to himself. His entranced eyes and contemplating furrow of his brows made your heart skip a beat for a bit, always finding it alluring when someone was in their zone. Doing something that they could be considered passionate about.
He had been donning a simple white long sleeve for the colder weather, closing the distance between himself and your list of codes. He hunched over the keyboard for the computer, opting not to take a seat just yet as he read.
You watched in awe as he whispered to himself, drinking in the details of your codes and mechanics of the gadgets. What had taken you days to fulfill had seemed to only be taking him mere minutes to understand, and it was a sort of intelligence that you wished to get to know better.
Knowing the man with said intelligence would be a massive bonus.
His hands raised as his eyes stayed trained on the screen, his fingers interlocking with the sleeves as he pushed them up over his forearms. Revealed now were the muscular forearms of your fellow operator, along with the tattoo that he had gotten while in Afghanistan displayed in the open. It caused the color to creep back to your face, and you could only pray he had been too focused for him to notice in his peripheral.
Judging by the sly smirk tickling the edge of his lips, it wasn't successful. Rather than be embarrassed about it, though, you had opted to roll into the realization that you were made.
"Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up," you began, your eyes falling to the tattoo on his forearm, "it's terribly distracting."
He let out a chuckle, his attention forgetting the task at hand for a moment as he opted to respond immediately. "And you standing so close to me is just as bad."
The color deepened in your cheeks, a small grin crossing your face. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, absolutely," he immediately retorted. "I'll be the first to bite the bait, then, since we both can't seem to focus with each other around. They say practice makes perfect, after all. Me and you, grabbing a couple of drinks so we can practice interaction?"
You were almost floored at how easily he had rolled into the idea, all without you really needing to initiate. But considering how quickly he seemed to have taken to you, you shouldn't have been all-too surprised. He probably knew from the start how you felt.
Maybe you hadn't been as sly as you had thought.
"As long as the first rounds on you, I'm absolutely willing," you joke in return, offering a grin.
When he flashed one in return, your stomach had been doing flips.
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