Summary: The undercover mission with Javier does not go as planned. Not that you're complaining.
Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader
Wordcount: 588
Raiting: E
Warnings: smut (semi public sex, unprotected sex) undercover Javi with a twist, making out
A/N: This interaction has been on my mind all day so please, enjoy this smol baby drabble I might be ovulating
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„You always take your undercover work this serious, Agent Peña?“ You whispered against his ear, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the moan that you desperately wanted to hear him, deciding to moan quietly right against his ear.
One of his arms was wrapped securely behind your back, keeping you close against his chest while his other hand was on the back of your neck, keeping your head close towards his.
For anyone who would find you here in this dark corner of the roof terrace of this club It would look like you were making out.
Which you were.
More or less.
No one would know that you had been sitting on his cock for the last fifteen minutes.
But you were and you weren’t planing on getting up any time soon.
Or at least before he had fucked you full of his cum.
This night had started so innocently. This time the mission was nothing more than having a drink at a bar where the criminals Javier and you had been after for almost a year were supposed to have a meeting at. When they hadn’t shown up after two hours Javier had gotten the call that they had been sighted in another town and Javi and you? Well you had decided that since you were out already, you could have a little fun.
Fun apparently meant getting handsy with you while dancing to some salsa tunes.
It wasn’t long before he led you outside, the hot summer day turning the night almost tropical, leaving you and him to be only a few of the people on the roof.
Nobody spared you a glance when he led you in the darkest corner, having you sit on his lap, his hands both on your ass under the dress you had chosen to wear for the night.
Nobody cared as he pulled at the front of you dress so he could suck one of you nipples into his mouth.
Nobody cared when he pulled your panties to the side, two fingers slipping inside of you while you unbuckled his belt and helped him open his pants to release his cock.
And nobody fucking cared when he had you slowly sink down on his cock out here in the open while the music from the club beneath you shook the floor and at least the four people you had seen when you got here, were somewhere on this roof with you.
„Never know who could be watching. Gotta really sell our story,“ he mumbled against your ear and you grinned, hands in his hair, tilting your head back so you could look at him.
„And what is our story, Agent Peña?“ You asked before you found his lips in a deep kiss, rolling your hips slowly, the length of his cock making you hum against his lips.
„That we’re newlyweds who can’t keep their hands off each other of course,“ he mumbled against your lips thrusting up into you slowly.
„Mmmmmhhhh…. Don’t think three years of marriage count as newlyweds anymore, Javier,“ you grinned down at him and you saw his jaw flex as you clenched your walls around his cock.
„We’re still horny like newlyweds, so who the fuck cares?“ He winked.
„And I wouldn’t risk getting caught fucking in public with anyone other than my wife,“ he kissed you again and you smiled.
„I sure hope you wouldn’t risk getting caught with your dick in anyone else than your wife, baby. Public or not.“
I think it’s really funny how modern au fics don’t bother to give Castiel a nameless faceless boyfriend for him to break up with before getting with Dean it’s always Crowley
Character B’s Family have been a well known group of models for generations, and B’s mom is actually a judge on a fashion show now that she’s retired from runways. The family all follow the legacy of supermodel-dom.
B’s siblings are super successful but B? They don’t care much for it. Sure they’ve done a show or two, but they’ve been more into the actual fashion design aspect. This is how they meet Character A, up and coming designer that is giving the older pros a run for their money.
In other words; no one likes A because they’re damn good and hella creative. When they sees B they just know they have to have B model their clothes. This person was made to wear A’s designs.
It takes a lot of convincing and arguing before they reach an agreement: if B will model their clothing (A insists they won’t take anyone else) then A will take B in as their protege (something that A has refused to do ever before)
Just when I think I’m done with the arrow verse I get an idea for a re-write of the whole thing (and editing the time line so that things that set up the series start more of the same time) to include Laurel, Iris, Kate, Kara, Rip, Thea and maybe Barry, Lois, Sara, Ray, and Oliver getting info and fixing the entire arrowverse.... should probably watch the eps I’ve missed Of arrow before even thinking about writing it
Edit. I’m thinking Rip and Laurel will be from after their deaths but not sure about the others. (kate might need to be from later in the timeline and then go back so she has her training)
Summary: “Best of three, then,” Silver says, clapping and rubbing his hands together. “When you lose, you–”
“When?”
“If,” Silver corrects, immediately, but with a tone like he’s indulging the idea of Flint winning rather than actually entertaining it. “If you lose, you’ll have to remove an article of clothing.”
Flint stares at him. Silver smiles back, mouth like a scythe.
“Excuse me?”
If Silver’s got the balls to organize a rum soaked nudist arm-wrestling ring on Flint’s fucking ship, in the middle of the fucking night, in the middle of the fucking ocean, he’d better stand up and take the credit for it - and whatever else may be coming his way.
I think writing Jack and Gibbs in my His Daughters words story is one of the most, if not the most, enjoyable character combinations I’ve ever written, and that says a lot
They are easy to write, their dynamic and relationship just makes sense to me, i am loving writing them
A/N: the idea hit me like a bus... when I was on the bus. Lol.
Sequel: Milk and Sugar
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Being able to spend a quiet and peaceful breakfast out on their terrace was a rare occurrence. Boruto was usually rushing to the gates for his missions, while Sarada would be dashing off to Hokage Tower.
Today, they both had the day off, and Boruto was happy to just sit in front of his fiancée, and enjoy a nice meal. She was still in her sleeping clothes, a large old sweater of his and black shorts. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, and she kept pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, as she read her book. There was a cup of coffee sitting in front of her.
“Boruto, could you please give me some sugar?”
Boruto blinked, took a deep breath, and sighed out as he said, “sure, Sarada. If you really want it.”
She didn’t look up from her book when she muttered her thanks.
He was gone for a few moments, and before she knew it, he was standing next to her. She looked up at him. Gently, he held on to both sides of her face, leaned down, and gave her a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. Sarada closed her eyes, and accepted. When Boruto pulled back, she asked quietly, “what was that for?”
“You wanted some sugar, right?” He grinned.
Sarada blinked a few times and then pursed her lips. “That’s not—ugh. Never mind.”
He laughed, put his hand in his pocket, and fished out two light brown packets. “Here ya go.” Boruto passed it to Sarada, however before she even got to touch it, he added, “I don’t know why you need this for your coffee when you got me. I’m sweet enough.”
Sarada snickered. “A different kind of sweet.” Boruto’s eyes lit up, and he took a seat next to her, prodding her to keep on talking. She smirked. “The idiotic kind.”
Boruto deflated, causing her to laugh. Sarada held on to both sides of his face and kissed his nose. “It’s the best kind.”
He gave her a crooked smile, eyes shining with tenderness at the compliment hiding behind an insult. Slowly, he closed the gap between their faces and gave her another kiss. This time, she reciprocated and pulled him closer. Boruto wrapped his arms around her waist, dropping the sugar packets on the floor. It didn’t matter though.
Their morning was sweet enough without it.
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