swallow you like sunshine when i smile [mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!reader]
A/N: For Fanboy’s fangirls, I present some reunion sweetness with Fanboy and his cielita linda. Thanks for your patience. More fanboy is coming soon! (Remember, reblogs make the world go round!)
Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x fem!reader aka Fanboy x Cielo (no use of y/n – my readers are written ambiguous, but with a latinx!reader in mind.)
Word Count: 8.6k (WHY OH MY GOD THIS WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 2K OF SMUT NONSENSE) of reconciliation, of promises, of cotton candy clouds and sweet nothings that mean just about everything.
Warnings: My writing is its own warning, smut, so 18+ ONLY – p in v sex, the vaguest bit of somnophilia, the vaguest bit of breeding kink, touching, biting, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem!receiving), my usual odd attempts at dirty talk, the barest hint of angst.
Summary: When all the drowsy metaphors about love and fruit have been peeled and devoured, there’s just you, your love, a bowl full of summer peaches, two parentheses with nothing in between (just space) …for the tongue’s imagination. AKA you reunite with your love Mickey on his leave. He’s intent on making up for lost time with you. Every moment with him feels like home.
The line crackled in your ear. A tangible noise, a manifestation of the distance and the dated technology that separated you.
He was calling you from a landline. In some distant airport you weren’t sure you were allowed to know exactly where… But the words before the pause, before the crackle, had made your heart leap in your chest.
“Did you hear me, cielo?” His voice was soft, murmured through the lines and slightly garbled, towers, oceans, and mountains between you. From his mouth, across countries, to your waiting ears. Always low, keeled, and beautiful. No exception, even in spite of the transatlantic call.
“Yes,” you breathed. “I can’t wait, Mickey. I can’t wait to see you.“
He can’t help himself. He smiles into the receiver, though you aren’t there to see it. He knows you’ll hear it in his voice, picture this exact smile as the one he reserves for you, graces you with it whenever he sees you.
"Hasta entonces, mi alma.”
“You’re walking a little taller than usual,” Reuben teases, walking in stride with his co-pilot up the ramp and into the airport’s gate area. “Excited to see anyone in particular?”
Mickey scoffs, rolling his eyes at his partner, nudging him with a teasing elbow as they close the distance between their plane and the gate. “Don’t hate, I’m sure she’ll give you a hug, too, Payback.”
“I’m just saying, man, you’re glowing. Isn’t he glowing, Bradshaw?,” Reuben asks.
“Radiant,” Rooster snickers from somewhere over Mickey’s shoulder. “Practically skipping.”
