I’m incredibly pleased I managed to finish this in time given my history of never finishing any fic I start, but this was based on a valentine-related comment you made (if I could remember the post I’d link it), so it only felt right to post it for your birthday.
rating: EXPLICIT (18+ only) (also probably terribly written smut, you’ve been warned 😅), unbeta’d mess, possibly inconsistent characterisation, I tried to not use many descriptors for reader but there is a mention of hair, I literally have no idea what I’m doing, please be gentle on me 😖
The first thing you noticed when you walked through the door were the candles. The lights were off, so the only source in the apartment came from the soft glow of what must be dozens of candles, scattered around on almost every surface. You didn’t even know you owned this many candles, and the image it conjured of your boyfriend going candle shopping brought a smile to your face.
As if he could sense your thoughts, the man in question appeared from the kitchen, wearing your favourite shirt of his. Javier watched you with a fond smile as you hung up your jacket and bag and moved to join him, meeting you halfway. As soon as you were in reach, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in for a deep kiss that left you breathless.
“Welcome home, cariño.”
“Hmm, what a welcome.” It took you several seconds before your brain caught up and you opened your eyes, but when you did you found Javier looking at you with total adoration. “What’s all this for?”
“I know you said you didn’t want to do anything special for your birthday,” his face turned serious “but you do so much for me, I just thought – I wanted to do something nice for you. You deserve it.”
“You’re such a softie.” You teased, though inside you were positively glowing at his words.
“Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone.” He grumbled, though his grin gave him away. He kissed you quickly before taking your hand in his. “Dinner’s almost ready – I made your favourite.”
“You’re feeding me too? What did I do to deserve this?” You teased, and Javier just chuckled.
You followed him into the kitchen, and were met with a mouth-watering smell, as well as the sight of dozens more candles, some in the kitchen, more in the dining room and the lounge – they were everywhere.
“Javi - how many candles did you light?”
“You don’t like them?” He frowned, visibly upset that he might’ve gotten something wrong, and your heart melted for your sweet, thoughtful boyfriend.
“No! I mean- I love them, I love everything you’ve done, I just- one of us is going to have to be the responsible one and make sure they’re all out before we get anymore…distracted.”
A smirk made its way onto his lips as he stepped closer to you, his hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you against him. “Distracted, huh?” He leaned in until your noses were touching, lips just millimetres from yours. “Why, are you planning on…distracting me?”
“Me? A distraction?” You said softly, as Javier leaned towards you always subconsciously. Before your lips could touch, you pulled away. “What’s burning?”
It took a second for his brain to catch up, before his eyes widened and he dashed over to the stove.
“Fuck!” He cursed, quickly checking everything over as you giggled. When he realised that nothing was, in fact, burning, he turned back to you with a pout.
“That wasn’t very nice, cariño.”
“I’m sorry.” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Forgive me?”
“Hmm, I don’t know…” he teased, pretending to think about it, though his grin gave him away. You leaned up to press your lips to his, and he quickly reciprocated, deepening the kiss as his tongue sought entrance to your mouth, his hand cupping your cheek and tilting your head to give him better access. You only broke apart when you started to get lightheaded, both of you slightly breathless, pupils blown wide.
“That’s better.” He teased, nipping at your lip playfully. “Now, stop distracting me before I actually burn something.” He gave your ass a quick tap before turning back to the stove.
“You really didn’t have to do all this, Javi.” You said, still slightly dizzy as you leaned up against the counter. You surveyed the scrawled, handwritten recipe and the various ingredients scattered across the benchtop. “Honestly, I’m happy just to spend time with you.”
“I wanted to.” He said simply.
“Can I at least help with something? Do you want me to-” you picked up the empty chopping board and moved towards the sink, wanting to get started on the dishes so there was one less thing for him to think about. Javier quickly caught you by the waist, spinning you back around to face him.
“I have everything under control.” He took the board from your hand, gently placing it aside. “Tonight is about you. You don’t have to do anything.”
“Are you sure? I could-” he cut you off with a kiss, gently pushing you towards the dining table, which was already set with a vase of your favourite flowers and a glass of your favourite wine.
“The only thing you need to do,” he said, helping you into your chair before handing you your glass. “Is sit there and relax.” He gave you one last kiss before returning to the kitchen.
A dreamy smile made its way onto your face as you reached out and gently touched one of the blooms, before your attention turned back to the man in the kitchen. Though you couldn’t see his face from your position, you could picture his expression as he flitted about – brows pinched, lips turned down in the slightest of frowns as he concentrated on each step of the recipe. Javier always gave his all to any task he undertook, and cooking was no different. You felt incredibly privileged to be the one to receive all his care and attention.
Dinner passed quickly as Javier asked about your day and grumbled about how many stores he had to go through to find your favourite candles, and you gushed over how amazing the food was. When you’d first met, you never would’ve thought Javier was much of a cook, but he managed to surprise you. Everything was cooked to perfection, and he even had your favourite dessert – though he sheepishly admitted to having bought that, not willing to risk messing it up. Your heart melted at the lengths he Javier went to for you.
When dinner was finished, Javier was quick to gather up the dishes, refusing to let you even touch them. You followed him into the kitchen, glass in hand, as he stacked them neatly by the sink before turning back to you.
“I know you’re probably tired, but I was thinking I could draw you a bath?”
You took a sip of your wine, looking at him conspiratorially. “That depends…will you be joining me?”
He chuckled, his eyes darkening. “Of course, baby. I said I was taking care of you, didn’t I?”
Several minutes later, you were sinking into the warm, sweet-scented water with a sinful moan, letting Javier wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. You relaxed against him, head tipping back onto his shoulder, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Feel good, cariño?” He chuckled.
“It’s perfect.” You moaned, sinking into his embrace. “You’re too good to me.”
He placed a kiss on your shoulder, arms tightening around your waist to pull you impossibly closer.
“You deserve it.” He murmured against your skin. “You’re amazing – you’re gorgeous, you’re smart, you’re funny, you manage to put up with all my shit - you are so fucking incredible, baby. You deserve everything.” He said the last part softly, so softly you weren’t sure you were meant to hear it.
Lifting his arms from your waist, you turned around, legs moving to frame his hips as your hands came up to cup his cheeks.
“I have everything I need right here.” You said, before leaning in to kiss him gently. “You are an incredibly thoughtful, caring, hot, and kind man. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”
Instead of replying, he surged up to press his lips to yours, his arms tightening around you to pull you flush against him. You moaned when one of his hands slid up to your breast, squeezing it, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
It didn’t take long for you to feel his cock hardening against you, and rolled your hips against it, both of you breaking from the kiss to moan at the sensation. His mouth immediately began to trail down your neck, before wrapping around your nipple, his hand coming up to gently flick the other one. The action went straight to your core, and it took all your willpower to not just give in to the sensation – but you had other plans. Javier was so distracted by your breast that he didn’t notice when your attention shifted. But between his thick length pressed against your core and how incredibly sweet and thoughtful he’d been all evening, you were desperate to have his cock in your mouth, to worship him and show him just how much you appreciated him.
Javier hissed when your hand wrapped around his cock, mouth popping off your nipple and eyes rolling shut as you pumped it a couple times. You leaned forward to kiss his jaw, right at the spot that drove him crazy.
“I want to suck your cock, baby.” You said, your mouth moving down his neck, much like he’d done to yours earlier. “Let me take care of you, Javi.” You purred, giving his cock a few languid strokes. You could see Javier visibly struggle to control himself, and you smirked.
As much as he wanted to let you continue using your hands – fuck, or your mouth – he wanted to take care of you first. Reluctantly, he pulled your hand from his cock, inwardly grinning at your resulting pout. He took a moment to compose himself before he opened his eyes, his eyes nearly black with lust.
“As much as I love your mouth, baby,” he said, nipping at your lips to punctuate his point, “I’m taking care of you tonight. And I think I’m going to start by eating that gorgeous pussy.” You hadn’t even noticed his hand had moved until he was cupping your mound, causing you to moan. “That’s it.” He smirked. “Go dry off and get on the bed. You’re coming at least three times before I fuck you.”
You both scrambled out of the tub none too gracefully, far too eager to have his mouth on you – Javier was an incredibly thorough lover, and he seemed to genuinely love eating you out. He wrapped you in a towel, drying you off between kisses – and taking the opportunity to keep his hands on you, cupping your breast and squeezing your ass. With a final smack to your ass – he couldn’t help himself – he pushed you towards the bedroom, drying himself as he followed you, admiring the view as he went.
You smiled softly when you entered the bedroom, finding it lit with your favourite candles, crimson rose petals scattered on the bed. Who knew your boyfriend was such a romantic?
In your distraction you didn’t notice when Javier came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck.
“I believe I told you to get on the bed.” He murmured against your skin.
“I was admiring your handiwork.” You said, hand reaching back to tangling in his hair. “You are so ridiculously sweet.”
“I’m about to fuck your brains out, how is that sweet?” He groused, and you grinned, turning to kiss him. His hands quickly went to your ass, kneading at them as he walked you back towards the bed. As soon as your knees hit the mattress, you sank down on it, hands immediately going to his cock where it bobbed against his stomach, long and thick and already dripping precum. You leaned forward to lick a stripe up his length, his hand fisting in your hair as you swirled your tongue around the head, licking up the pearly droplets. Before you could take it into your mouth fully, Javi was pulling your head away, leaning over you to pull you into a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. He hooked his hands under your thighs, and you squealed when he hauled you up the bed and climbed over you, before leaning back to admire his work.
Your hair was splayed around you like a halo, the movement of the mattress causing the petals to dot your tresses like stars. Your eyes were dark and wide with arousal and your lips swollen from kisses. Your legs were slightly parted, and his hands immediately moved to pull them apart further, and you let him eagerly. He stared at your drenched core, licking his lips in anticipation. As much as he said that tonight was for you, he was just as eager – if not more – to taste you.
“Fuck, look at you, baby.” He whispered reverently, swiping two fingers through your drenched folds. “You’re dripping already.”
“You did promise to fuck me.” You challenged, propping yourself up on your elbows. “ ‘Fuck my brains out’, I believe you said.” You raised your eyebrow in a challenge.
“If I recall correctly,” he said lowly, “You need to come for me three times before you get my cock.” He said, his fingers moving up to circle your clit. You bucked your hips, head falling back to the mattress. “You can do that for me, right baby?” You groaned at his teasing.
“Fuck, Javi – I need you.” You whined, hips rolling into his hand, desperate for something, anything. You felt like he’d been teasing you for hours.
He took mercy on you, fingers gathering more of your slick before rubbing over your clit. His other hand pinned your hips to the bed, forcing you to stay still as he watched your face twist in pleasure. It didn’t take long for him to work you into a frenzy – you were gasping his name, fists clenched in the sheets, brows pinched – and suddenly his mouth was on you, latching on to your clit, and you came with a breathless cry, your hips desperately bucking against his mouth as he licked you through it, not stopping to let you catch your breath. He dove straight back in, hands gripping your hips and holding you to his mouth, licking through your folds and flicking your clit with his tongue, building you to another orgasm without pausing for breath. When you came into his mouth he groaned, his hand reaching down to squeeze his cock, trying to hold off his own orgasm. He continued to lap at your folds, drinking up every last drop, until your hand tangled through his hair and weakly pushed him away.
“Fuck, Javi, please.” You begged. “I need you inside me.” He shook his head.
“You can give me another one, can’t you baby?” He said, and flicking your clit once more, you weren’t sure whether the moan you let out was from disappointment or anticipation.
Javier didn’t wait for you to answer, he simply dove back in again, working you through the aftershocks until you could feel the tell-tale signs of another orgasm building. This time, he pushed a thick finger into you, then a second, groaning when he felt your walls clench around them. He pumped his fingers in and out as he continued to suck at your clit, before suddenly curling them, finding a spot inside you that had you instantly reaching your peak, vision turning white and back arching off the bed as you came around his fingers. It took you several long minutes to come down from your high, your chest heaving and breaths coming out in little pants as Javier finally pulled his mouth from you, placing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh before lifting his head to look at you.
You couldn’t help the breathless giggle that came out when his head emerged from between your thighs.
“That’s not the reaction I was hoping for.”
“You- you have a petal-” you giggled, gesturing to your own lips. He frowned, swiping his thumb over his lips, and your giggles turned into full blown laughter as he tried to shake the errant petal from his thumb – but it refused to budge, a thin layer of your slick making it stick.
Javier grumbled, resorting to wiping it off on the sheet, making a mental note to never try rose petals again, ‘romantic’ advice be damned. But any hint of annoyance melted away the second his gaze returned to you; you have a soft smile on your lips and are looking up at him with such adoration. Stray petals forgotten, he leant down to capture your lips, hand cradling your cheek as if you were the most precious thing in the world – and to him, you were. He poured every ounce of emotion into the kiss, telling you with his actions what he couldn’t put into words. He had no idea what he did to deserve someone like you, to deserve your love. But as he drew away to look at your blissed out face beneath him, he vowed to spend the rest of his life making sure he was worthy of you.
Sansa’s fingers dug into his shoulders when Oberyn hauled her closer, swearing against her lips because according to him, “You’re going to have to do better than that.”
A sensation rolled deep in her belly and she wasn’t sure what gave her the courage to do so, but she shifted so she could straddle his lap, using the change in position as a reason to readjust her grip as well. In his hair, this time, not on his shoulders.
She pressed down into his lap, rocking her hips and feeling him, stiffly pressing up against her while she moved.
Shit, that felt good. So fucking good. Gods, forgive me for thinking this about my friend but gods he feels so good, I wonder what it feels like skin to skin…
“Better?” she murmured against his lips, her voice throatier than it usually was.
“Sansa,” he murmured, his hands coming down to cup and grip her rear, holding her fast to his front as he deepened the kiss.
Oberyn grunted, and by the time the front door opened, his tongue was in her mouth, and she felt breathless. She didn’t want to stop. But the plan came rushing back the second she heard Robb squawk her name.
Right. This wasn’t real. It was all a ploy to get back at Robb. And when she heard his car door shut outside she’d tossed out the idea to Oberyn like it wasn’t a big deal.
It had taken him all of two seconds to agree, closing the distance between them and capturing her mouth with his.
And then… she had to go and forget thirty seconds into the rushed makeout that it wasn’t real. That she wasn’t dating Oberyn. That getting a ‘godsamned room’ wasn’t really an option they would be taking.
No matter how much she wanted it.
Robb swore, tossing his coat at the hall tree before going back to his room, leaving Sansa and Oberyn on the sofa, her knees still pressing into the sofa cushions on either side of him, his wet kiss drying on her lips. Her lips that stung from the rough treatment they’d just endured. Rough treatment she wanted more of.
She licked his lips, catching his eye and thrilling at what she saw there. An expression most likely mirrored in her own.
He swallowed thickly. “Any chance you’d be up for finding a ‘godsdamned’ room? Because, I uh…”
Okay, but how would Max interact with the What We Do in the Shadows guys? Please tell me your headcanons. I love that movie so much.
KJDSFG OK so Max would be horrified at how they just, haven’t adopted modern technology?? But he’d totally dig their overall style tbh. He would be smacking them for having thralls without turning them, because god, turning them would make things so much easier for everyone involved. He would also be smacking Nick for just going out and telling everyone he’s a vampire slkjdfhgsdf it would be a very... “I like you guys but there are a handful of things you do that drive me absolutely fucking insane” sort of deal sdfjkghsdfg
1. What is your favorite fic you have under your belt?
Oooh, good question! For a really long time I would always say my long fic, but honestly now I think it’s Take You Home. That fic was so much fun to write and it was my first foray into writing for Dousy/AoS, and I’m still so blown away by the reception it got. Still want to go back and revisit that universe!
2. What is your favorite snippet of dialogue?
It’s silly, but I just really enjoyed the back and forth between Daisy and Sousa in Keep You Warm, and this bit from chapter 3 was one of my favorites:
“Look, I haven’t said it enough, but… I don’t think we could have made this dance work without you.”
“No, you couldn’t have,” she preened. “So you’re welcome.”
Daniel sighed in exasperation. “You’re impossible, you know. Even when I’m trying to thank you.”
“Sorry, sorry.” Daisy made a conscious effort to school her expression into something more placid. “Alright, go ahead. Say thank you.”
It was so much fun working in some of their canon playfulness into this universe and I was glad to give Daisy a reason to actually joke around!!
