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You want more than just his hands. You want a lot more than his hands. And when you’re at home, and should be sleeping, or at the very least on your knees in prayer, all you can think about is his mouth between your legs. His hands on your thighs, pulling your legs further apart to accommodate the width of his body. They way he’ll rise over you, and he’ll lay his cock over your mound. Begging you to look and see just how deep he’s going to be.

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Slinging the covers off your legs, you down at your modest nightgown. This isn’t good enough for Ari. Not that it’s ever stopped him before, but you don’t want to be hidden with him. You don’t want to look different with him. You want him to stare at you with wide eyes because you do have skin showing. Others could see, but you are only concerned about where his eyes are. You wanted to feel pretty with Ari. Look in the way that he makes you feel.

This is such a valid feeling!

“Did you choose those filthy books on purpose?” Of course she did. Those books gave you so many ideas, confused your brain, and made you long for something you didn’t fully understand. And Ari curses himself for how feral that thought makes him. You had a filthy mind from words alone, and he gets to nurture that part of you. Nobody else.

Whoops 🤭

“She’s a sexually frustrated woman, living in a community that tells her sex is bad — yeah,” She smiles, nodding her head proudly. “That woman needed to read those books, and she needed to know that her sexuality is beautiful. Now, how has that helped you out?” “One of them has a reverse harem,” Her mouth turns into an o, and then she smiles sweetly, only a little bit sorry. “You can’t do that. She,” Ari didn’t want to betray any of your trust, even if he knew his sister wouldn’t judge you. “She knew nothing. Multiple men is going too far.”

Oh come on Ari, those are some good books 😉

“Okay, so I won’t send the one with a gun kink,” Ari knows that Hannah’s mouth is turning into a wide grin. He knows how she is, and how she enjoys making him squirm.

Hahah love her 😂

“You’ve told me far too much information. Certain things as your brother I should not know,” Hannah shrugs. Her sole reason for living is to annoy her brother, and making him uncomfortable.

Sibling core 😂

“I kinda employ her. But she arrives before the stupid heads that work outside do. It gives me a chance to,” he smiles seeing your figure coming up the driveway. “Gives me a chance to twirl her around and smile before I softly kiss her lips.”

That's so cute 🥹🥰

He’s never had to teach, and still learn. He’s never really looked at sex as anything but pleasure. Your pleasure is the most fascinating thing to see, and feel. Coupled with the sounds that you try to hide. His favorite is how reactionary your body is because you just want to feel. But your ultimate curiosity is his drug. He can’t get enough. He doubts he ever will. But he will forever try.

Urgh he is so dreamy

“I don’t feel Amish anymore though,” it’s not so much as changing for him as it is, realizing that for most it’s just a stupid little dress. For you it’s taking back your womanhood that nobody ever gave you. You may hate the dress on your body, but you’ve never been given the choice of that dress. so you don’t know if it’s any better or worse than anything else.

I love that she gets to make this choice and (re)claim their power

“Can I get waxed today?” His eyes blow wide as he stares at you. “We’re going to town, yes?” “We’re going out of town,” he didn’t want to risk you getting caught, and prematurely being shunned by everything you’ve ever know. “Then I want waxed.”

Bold choice 🫡 I would not choose getting waxed as like my first thing haha

“Ari?” He hums as he wraps the bra around your body, “I just thought I would let you know that I’m always wetter when I’m around you,” he stands up straight just to give you complete eye contact. “Do you want to feel?” he shakes his head no, but you see he desperately wants to say yes. “Can I feel you?”

I love that she just says these things out loud🤭

“I’m trying,” he presses the softest kiss to your heated skin, and your back bows, arching into him, and his free arm goes around you to hold you up. He pushes your body more into his. “Ari,” your voice is almost a sob, and he moves his hand, rolling his body into yours. His bulge adding the slightest friction and pressure to your needy cunt. The absence of sex, making this so much more appealing to him. It’s the discovery of the action.

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

“I’m not really taking my clothes off. Just,” you exhale slowly. You’re going to be stepping out with the English, without looking like you’re Amish. It slowly sinks in. You start with the bonnet, and Ari looks towards you, gawking. You choose to ignore him, while you adjust to feeling a bit more exposed. You’ve never removed the bonnet since being with him. It feels foreign, and yet, right, “The road is in front of you.” Ari stops the truck abruptly, putting it in park. He sits back a bit more comfortably, and turns to look at you. “Ari, drive,” you don’t mean it. You want him to look. “I’m just looking,” his eyes go up and down your body, and you peer at him through your lashes. “C’mere,” he curls his finger, beckoning you to him, but also, you into him. Upon seeing him, he looks like the most tender predator. Wanting to relax his prey before he devours you, “I’m going to kiss you.”

Don't kiss and drive ☝🏻🤭

There’s so much to see. So much to taste. So much to hear. You’re just overwhelmed with everything that is going on. Smiling at Ari freely as you walk through the mall. Letting him hold onto your hip, or hand. Whatever he wants. You like that he’s an overly touchy, and affectionate person, and how alert he is of everyone around you. You didn’t even care if he asserted his dominance and claim on you.

They are both so proud of being together out and about 🥰

“You don’t have to change anything, you know that, right?” “I want to get some razors,” you respond with finality. Nobody is asking or telling. It’s what you want to do. The freedom to make decisions for yourself. The freedom to make the choice on what you want to do. And you want to shave your legs. At least once. Maybe try makeup. Maybe try writing your own stories. Or watching a movie. “I just want to try everything.”

Yes 👏🏻

“Only for you,” if you could pout, you would. All you know is you need relief. And your answers are fuel to Ari’s restlessness to just take you. He would spend on night on his knees worshiping at your altar if that’s what you wanted. He would pray for you, bless you, you are his religion at this point.

🤭🤭🤭

Your body stiffens as it heats up, “You look so pretty when you’re about to lose control. The pressure and pleasure keeps building. Climbing,” your body is on autopilot as sounds and words wail out of your mouth that you have never heard. “Not stopping up,” something in your body snaps as a raging euphoria courses through your veins like blood, “Until you jump off that peak. What a good girl,” he praises you for reaching the finish line.

His descriptions is so 😮‍💨🥵🤤

How I'm Looking At You, Part 6

Summary: you go on a date

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, anticipation, fingering, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.8K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

You can’t stop smiling. Smiling doesn’t even cover it. You’re always beaming from ear to ear. You can barely close your eyes without seeing Ari’s face. Feeling him all over your body. Obviously the sexy parts of your relationship are invigorating. But even without that, you still see his face, and hear his voice. His kindness, and his never judging you. Eventually in your daydreams you feel his hands all over you.

You don’t have to look, you can feel the weight of his heavy girth, and just know how deep he’s going to be. But you’re a curious kitten, and you have to look, and you chirp. Whimpering, and pawing at him because you don’t think you can take it all. And so softly, but with that deep timbre, he assures you, “We’ll make it fit.”

Everything is about the both of you. You sigh in frustration, pulling your hands out of your panties as you stare up at the ceiling. Nothing quite feels like Ari. Your fingers aren’t quite the same as his. And part of the appeal of having him with you is his breath, and his voice. But also, the weight of him. You haven’t had too much of him on you. Even just him leaning over you on the counter felt heavenly.

You’re glad Ari stopped things yesterday. Once you got away from him, and could breathe on your walk home, it felt right for him not to have had sex with you. Sex. Fuck. Rail. Rut. So many colorful words for just him coming into you. You wanted it. Wanted all of it. Wanted to explore all the things that the books talked about. And you also want to just listen to Ari about ’out there’.

The real world, outside of the community. It’s what you want. But every time you go out in public, you get gawked at because of the dress, and the bonnet. If you want to have a normal date with him, you can’t look like you.

You wanted to feel pretty with Ari. Look in the way that he makes you feel. He makes you feel all swarmmy and warm in your belly. This bubbly feeling is always in your gut, and then a deep need in your core. A rapid flutter of your nether region whenever you see him. You want him. And you enjoy him when he’s not making your brain fuzzy. He’s also taken up for you which is more than you could say about the so called men in your community.

It’s easy, while you’re laying in bed to think you’re going to just ride off into the sunset with Ari. But then you hear the snore of your father, and know that you could never come back and truly be welcomed again. If they even knew what you were doing you’d be shunned, and labeled a harlot. You were no good for marriage.

To Amish man. You weren’t the most desired to Amish men, and if they knew what you and Ari are doing, you would be useless. But you’ve never been useless to Ari. So that settles that. Ari was going to have all of you. For as long as he would have you. You sigh. If Ari grew tired of you, and you couldn’t come back to the community, would you be okay? You’re more educated than most of the women here. Definitely more read — but you didn’t want to tell them that.

Before you fully decide you’re ready to leave with Ari, you need to know more. You want to feel more. You desire all of him. But his heart is what you really want.

Ari pulls away from the window, scowling as he talks to his sister, “When is she getting there? And is it dark outside? You should drive her there, instead of her walking. And how are those books working out for you?” She giggles on the line, while Ari growls in frustration. “What?”

“You’re very strange,” Ari starts, narrowing his eyes as he stares out the window. His sister is too small with too big of a personality. But Hannah meant well, even if she was too personal. “What I can say is she reads all this, and has all these thoughts running through her head, and she’s just swimming in a sexual awakening. You didn’t have to go so hard on her.”

“Like which book?” She wiggles her eyebrows again, but she knows her brother has too many lines drawn when it comes to his sex life. For her, it even wasn’t about his sex life as much as realizing her brother is falling in love. He’s been given the time to fall because you haven’t jumped into sex too quickly.

“One of them has a reverse harem,” Her mouth turns into an o, and then she smiles sweetly, only a little bit sorry. “You can’t do that. She,” Ari didn’t want to betray any of your trust, even if he knew his sister wouldn’t judge you. “She knew nothing. Multiple men is going too far.”

“Okay, so I won’t send the one with a gun kink,” Ari knows that Hannah’s mouth is turning into a wide grin. He knows how she is, and how she enjoys making him squirm.

“Have you read this?” He doesn’t know why he asked. He just blurted it out, and now that it’s out there, he can’t take it back.

“Yes, It’s quite nice.”

“You’ve told me far too much information. Certain things as your brother I should not know,” Hannah shrugs. Her sole reason for living is to annoy her brother, and making him uncomfortable.

“Is she there yet? You know her schedule?” Ari nods his head even though his sister can’t see him. He knew everything. Except what you thought about when you are alone.

Hannah sits quietly for a moment. Smiling at knowing just how happy her brother is. “Did you get my package?”

“It wasn’t addressed to me,” he responds flatly. He’s ready to let her go so he can give you the undivided attention you deserve.

“Your girlfriend really wouldn’t like me sending that to her house,” Ari’s eyes go wide, gasping, “It’s not lingerie. Most people would just consider it a dress,” Ari moans as he imagines you in a summer dress. He didn’t even care what color, or what it was supposed to be called, but the idea of seeing so much of your skin on display for him, and having people around that could see, but could not touch.

“You are a horn dog. But yeah, the package is plenty of clothes for her.”

“Hannah, you’re very weird sometimes, but I appreciate you. Now, I’ve got to go,” she mumbles something in the background about Ari being a simp, and maybe he is. Maybe, just maybe, he found someone worth all of it. Worth going against everything he thought was who he is.

And When you walk through the door, he knows he’s been lying to himself this entire time. But only because it was never you. There was never a woman whose eyes shined up at him the way yours do. Never was there someone that had a smile that literally radiated throughout your body. And he has never picked someone up and twirled them around, and he does with you every single day. Never has had a woman fold herself into him, and giggle against his skin. It’s the simple things. It’s you.

“Good morning to you, too,” your laughter sings up at him. “So what are we doing today?”

“You’re not going to be working in the kitchen all day,” you cock an eyebrow up to look at him, and he bashfully looks away. You’re not quite sure why it’s so cute, but also empowering knowing that you make Ari feel fuzzy. “Oh, my sister, she sent you a package. I might know what is in there, and I just want you to know you don’t have to feel pressured.”

“Did she get me a butt plug?” Ari looks away again, shaking his head with a smile, “I was wondering how close you English people can get with your siblings. Can I?” You’d noticed the giant box on his couch, but chose to ignore it. As soon as Ari nods his head, you spring into action, rushing over to the box. You’re sure whatever you’re doing is a sin, but pure excitement and joy just make sense. Someone has sent you a gift, and you’re just showing your appreciation.

The more time you spend with Ari the more you realize that the out of touch nature of your community is way overrated. You’ve never felt so much at ease as you do with him. Free to be who you want to be. He allows you to explore things you may like. Your father isn’t a tyrant like some of the men here, but he had his flaws. Sure Ari does, too. You’re sure you’ll see them eventually. But Ari seems to have your best interest.

Opening up the box, you squeal. Taking a look back at him before lifting it in your arms. “They’re going to be on the east field?” The furthest field away from the house. You’d wondered how you were going to get clothes, especially to surprise Ari, but his sister took care of that for you. He gives you a nod, and you start towards the stairs. “Can we do something today?”

“What did you have in mind, Darling?”

“A date?” He grins, and nods his head. Laughing when you squeal again. “I’ll put this under my dress. I can take it off when we get away from here?”

“I’ll make breakfast,” you squeal again. Your feet tapping in excitement before heading towards your room. He was going to be out with you in public. Laying the box on the bed, you rifle through each piece. Running your fingers over the different fabrics, and colors. Marveling at how well they look against your skin. Ari is going to get to see you without a bonnet. He’s going to see your legs, and arms, and cleavage.

He was going to see you as his equal. Nobody is going to gawk at you, point their finger, and make you feel like a science experiment. You’re going to be normal out there. You’ve always been different, and it’s honestly time to admit that you didn’t belong here. Even without Ari. You haven’t been happy for a long time. You’ve been starving for an escape, and release.

Your fingers stop on a green frock. It feels right. It will cover a bit, so you won’t have to feel too uncomfortable for your first time in English clothes. You’ve read enough books to know the thin straps will make for an easy pull down. Not that you’re expecting anything. And Ari wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with. But it could be an option.

You inhale sharply, and let it release slowly. Starting to undo your dress before you lose your cool. Glancing into the mirror, you shriek. “Ari!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean — I didn’t want to startle you. Breakfast is finished cooking,” you bite at your lip, and nod your head. Looking at your reflection before submissively looking towards the floor, “You don’t have to change who you are for me.”

“Can I help?” He peers at you through his lashes, no bit of that predatory bear can be seen on him. It’s almost childlike, his question. Nodding your head, you spin around to face away from him. His fingers slide down the expanse of your spine. Leaving a trail of goose pimples in their wake, and making breathing more difficult.

It’s too quiet in this tiny room, and you’re sure that neither of you are in taking oxygen. He unfastens the safety pin, and lays it on the dresser. Pulling apart your dress, he watches the heavy fabric fall to the ground, and he finally exhales on your bare skin. The warmth of his breath heating up more than your skin. Peeking behind you, he’s in such deep concentration. Struggling to keep his hands by his side as he stares at you in just panties.

“I have to,” you gulp, wrapping your arms around your bare chest. “I need to put on the other — the other - other panties. Will you choose a set?”

He clears his throat, nodding rapidly as he turns to walk to your drawers. Before you had water to separate you and Ari. Now you have nothing. A bed mere feet away, and you feel so vulnerable in this amount of undress. “What about white ones?” You whisper, ‘yes’, and give him a smile as he holds them out to you, but you shake your head no. “What is it?”

“Can you put them on me?” You��re a little minx that has his cock throbbing, and swelling in his jeans. Instead of responding he sinks to his knees, and you spin around to face him, and Ari reaches up. Hooking his fingers around the panties that you’ve made, he pulls them down. Stopping when you're uncovered.

Ari presses a chaste kiss to your mound before his tongue darts out of his mouth. He runs the muscle through your split, and you whimper. Gripping onto his hair, you attempt to hold him there, but he pulls back, “Breakfast is getting cold,” smirking, he pulls those panties fully down, tapping on each foot for you to lift it out of the undergarment before he tosses them aside. “Let me see.”

His eyes roam up your naked body, stopping on your face as you drop your arms. Standing completely nude before him, and he’s fully dressed. The complete vulnerability and embarrassment adding to how utterly sexy this is. His cock may be pressing up against his jeans and ready to bury himself in you, but he's still in control. His eyes follow down every curve of your body before he holds open the panties. And you step into them.

His fingertips feel like a paintbrush moving up your skin, and once he covers your pussy back up, he presses the softest kiss against your covered flesh. “Ari?”

“Yes, Darling,” he keeps his face pressed up against your core, breathing your scent in deeply.

“Do you think I should shave?”

“I truly do not care,” that didn’t help.

“Would you show me?”

“How to shave your pussy?” You nod your head, among other things. You wouldn’t mind if he just helped you shave everything. He grunts as he stands, “Is that what you want to do?”

“I’d like to try it. Maybe I should wax it?”

“As long as you know, I don’t care. Whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“Can I get waxed today?” His eyes blow wide as he stares at you. “We’re going to town, yes?”

“We’re going out of town,” he didn’t want to risk you getting caught, and prematurely being shunned by everything you’ve ever know.

“Then I want waxed.”

“Okay,” giggling, you wrap your arms around his neck. “Let's finish getting you dressed. And we’ll go eat.”

“Darling, you’re killing me here. But go ahead. Touch me, and see just how your teasing ass has got me all riled up this early in the morning,” your eyes roll up to meet him. You’re constantly reminded of just how giant he is compared to you. How much he towers over you, and that thought alone makes you want to melt into him and let him hold you all day. “Go on,” he pleads.

Your hand lifts, and barely grazes over his bulge, causing his eyes to flutter. A haggard breath pushes out his lips, and you let your hand consume him. Laying your hand over the tight to the angry cock of Ari. You gulp at his size. The warmth. The pulsing. He is so heavy. Whimpering, you try to grip him through his jeans. Smiling when his mouth drops open. “You look pretty like that,” Ari opens his eyes to smirk at you.

“I don’t know if you can fit inside of me.”

“It’ll be difficult,” he whispers before cupping your pussy quickly, and you struggle to breathe, “Shh,” he steps closer to you, using his nose to pet over your neck. You lean, giving him easier access, “Breathe.”

“I’ll make it fit if I have to,” his voice is broken, and you pout up at him. Even just his breath on you is such a taunt of something you desire, and don’t understand. “Darling, you should get dressed, so we can eat, and go out for a long long day.”

“Okay,” he steps away from you too soon causing you to sway back and he chuckles. “Don’t be cruel.”

“I don’t think I’m the one being cruel. You’re standing there with nothing but a bra and panties. I know you’re soaked, heated, and throbbing. And you just hand your hand rubbing on my cock. Who is cruel now?” He stands there smiling at you as you reach for the dress you intend on wearing.

“I want this to be a surprise,” he bows, and leaves you alone to get dressed again. Wondering exactly what you’re going to look like. What you’re going to feel like. He is desperate for you, and also getting turned on more by the waiting. It’s an exploration of who you are, and what your body can do. It’s everything. And so much more than sex. It’s primal. It’s — love.

“Should you be watching the road?” He looks quickly back to the road, but his eyes switch towards you again. He is struggling to keep looking at the road when you’re in the process of shedding your Amish dress. It’s unfair that he can’t watch, “Ari!”

“What?”

Ari stops the truck abruptly, putting it in park. He sits back a bit more comfortably, and turns to look at you. “Ari, drive,” you don’t mean it. You want him to look.

“You’re distracting me by looking so beautiful,” your cheeks flare with heat, and you bashfully look away. Being able to feel his heated gaze on your back. The tension and heat is palatable in this small cab. “Are you going to take the dress off?”

Inhale. Exhale.

Turning your back to Ari, you peek over your shoulder, “Can you help again?” He responds by reaching up to the safety pin. Undoing it slowly before he slides his hands under the dress at the neck. Grazing over your skin as he removes the potato sack from your shoulders. His throat is so loud, gulping and trying to show some restraint with how much of your skin is showing.

Lifting up, you pull the ugly thing off you. Twisting straight in your seat, you stare out the windshield, struggling to look at him. “Should we not be driving?”

“I’m just looking,” his eyes go up and down your body, and you peer at him through your lashes. “C’mere,” he curls his finger, beckoning you to him, but also, you into him. Upon seeing him, he looks like the most tender predator. Wanting to relax his prey before he devours you, “I’m going to kiss you.”

“Okay,” and his lips slot against yours with no warning. Taking the last breath out of your body. It’s so soft and sensual, and you want more. You maneuver yourself onto your knees, inching your body closer to him. Closer. And then his hand pulls you harder, wanting you to be on top of his faster. He guides you to straddle his lap, and his hands settle on your hips, coaxing you to gyrate on him, and you take more. Rapidly rolling your hips, and moaning at the feeling.

Ari’s tongue tickles on your lip, and you open up. Granting him access, while your lungs scream for air that you don’t want to give them. You don’t want to waste any time apart from him. If you pass out from the lack of oxygen, it will be worth it.

“Get out of the fucking road!” The car behind you blares on their horn, and you jump away from him. Not embarrassed as much as you’re giggling. Your body is on fire. Slicked up, and humming from him, “Move!”

“I told you that you shouldn’t stop in the road,” Ari rolls his eyes as he puts the truck into gear. Letting it roll slowly down the gravel. “Do you think they know?” The last thing you want is to barely get out of the community, and someone see you grinding on Ari while making out with him.

“Nobody is ever going to know. And nobody should even care.”

You watch every woman here. Seeing the way that they walk, and talk. How they react with their significant other, but there is one thing that bothered you all day, apart from the awkward and exhilarating waxing. It had been a wonderful day with Ari smiling and laughing with you. Even getting to try on some more dresses for him. And still one thing remained.

“Do you have a bathtub in your house?” Ari’s brows lift up. His smile crooks to the side, and he nods his head.

“I also have running water in my house, but we don’t have to tell anyone that. Why are you asking, Darling?”

“I’ve never shaved,” he nods. When silence surrounds Ari, it’s a lack of not knowing what to say, or how to approach you. “Do you have razors at your house?” he shakes his head no. “We should get some razors. And the creamy stuff.”

“You don’t have to change anything, you know that, right?”

“I want to get some razors,” you respond with finality. Nobody is asking or telling. It’s what you want to do. The freedom to make decisions for yourself. The freedom to make the choice on what you want to do. And you want to shave your legs. At least once. Maybe try makeup. Maybe try writing your own stories. Or watching a movie. “I just want to try everything.”

Ari is his usual self. Smiling and nodding his head.

This could cut you. It’s supposed to rid your skin of hair. A little bit of hair. Not too much because it’s only scratching the surface. But how does one hold their leg? How are you supposed to do anything when the water feels this nice? And you didn't have to boil it, you just got in and it’s fascinating.

“Ari?”

“Yes?” His voice is way too close. He’s just on the other side of the door, and you’re in here with bubbles and a razor. The door is now his enemy, but it’s separating him from you, “Darling?”

“Can I cut myself with this?” He’d never forgive himself if you cut your leg.

“Yeah. Do,” you hear a slight tap on the door, due to his head pushing on it. “I mean would you — um like, what I mean to say is…”

“Can you help me?” The door opens immediately, and you thank the bubbles for covering you up. Between his look of shock, and his roaming eyes, you feel beyond exposed. And you like it, “That was quick.”

“I was leaning my head against the door. I’ve been a bit concerned,” he doesn’t look concerned. He looks horny. His pants tenting again as you lift your leg. “I’ve been very very concerned with your well being, and not knowing what to do, or how to help.”

This is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Bubbles cover your curves, while leaving just the right amount of skin exposed. And your leg propped up on the edge of the tub has him ready to blow a load just looking at you. He’s been on edge all day. First it was just removing the shell of a life you are ready to leave behind, and now it’s you looking like a siren, and guiding him to his death.

But today, it was the way that dress swished around as you walked. Or when you would bend over, and it would hike up your body. He slyly stood behind you so you could browse the shelves. Nobody else was going to look at you, but he did look cheekily. Imagined himself rucking the dress up to the swell of your ass. Maybe even press his hard length into your warmth. You made today difficult, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And then, your little minx self had to have a hot dog. Had to. You insisted. Did you understand how suggestive that was, and it shouldn’t have been? He was ready to push you to your knees, and make you swallow every inch of his cock just so he could see tears in your eyes.

He’s currently exhausted because his thoughts range from purely just watching you discover your likes and dislikes, to the depraved thoughts of him sinking into your wet heat for the first time. The tears, the stretch, the inevitable blood, and the way that you’ll look up at him in confusion and love. Feeling beyond full with his girth, but hopefully you feel the — the something from him.

He can’t wait until he gets to kiss all over your body. Spreading so much passion over your skin. Making you soft and pliable. Spending so much time getting you worked up and relaxed that you open up easier. The taste of your skin is going to be heavenly.

“Ari, just breathe,” you giggle, biting on your lip like the cutest devil he’s ever seen. Dipping his hand into the water, he gives you a little splash. His own laughter erupts in the bathroom. “Isn’t that what you tell me?”

“Yes, but you don’t need to be using my words of wisdom against me,” you have truly rendered him speechless, and he wants to do this with you every single day for the rest of his life.

“Does it bother you that I’m in this bathtub naked?” He shakes his head. There is nothing about this moment that is bothering him. Making his resolve a bit harder, yes. Making his body uncomfortable with the wait, of course. And he’ll continue to wait.

He looks at you through his lashes before he holds up a hand, “Gimme your hand,” you do as you're told, and he presses your soaked bubbly hand on his crotch, “Do you think it bothers me?”

“I think you should get in the tub with me,” his eyes slowly close, and he takes three calculated breaths. “Nothing has to happen. But wouldn’t it be easier for you to sit behind me and show me how to shave,” Ari breathes a few beats before he’s lifting the bottom hem of his shirt. Stepping himself, while you hungrily watch.

Standing up he undoes his jeans, and rips them down. You don’t cower away. You stay staring at his body in awe. Your eyes follow the lines of his chest, all the way down to his cock that is at full mast. “You’re not going to touch me just yet. Scoot up.”

You lean forward, and let him settle behind you before you melt into his chest, “This is nice,” he’s so soft as his hands explore your curves. Ari ghosts his lips over your temple. His ministrations are so slow and calculated. His nose nuzzles into your neck as his kisses up the sensitive column, “I’ve never taken this much time on a woman.”

“How many were there?”

“None matter now,” you try to remain calm. Try to not let it bother you. Would knowing make it any better? Men like Ari didn’t come around often. And sure you have his attention now, but how long would it last?

Lifting up his left hand out of the water, you play with each of his fingers. Using your own to outline the digits, to see how much bigger his hand is than yours. “Ari, I don’t know if I want multiple partners.”

“I just want you.”

You aren’t sure if he understands. You want him, and still need to protect your heart. “No, I mean — I don’t want to sleep around. I don’t think that I would want to,” you sigh. Just let it out, “I want sex to mean something. I want it, but I’m glad you didn’t give it to me the other day. I want just one person.”

“I can live with that,” twisting your neck, you move your vision over his face, “I told you, I’m not in a rush. I’m enjoying this more innocent part of our relationship,” there is nothing innocent about this. It’s raw, and heated, and vulnerable. “And there’s so many ways to get off without sex. There’s so many things for us to talk about. And I believe I said I’d shave your legs. Put your leg on the ledge.”

His cock is throbbing on your back, and your heart and pussy are beating against each other. The low slow vibrations are a stark difference to the rapid pace of your heart. Confliction doesn’t even begin to explain the battle between your brain, heart, and aching core. The way he spreads the creamy shaving gel on you is like a drug.

You yearn for him in ways you have never yearned for anything. Your brain is so fuzzy, and your body wants, no, needs friction. It starts grinding on him of its own accord, and his growl on your ear does nothing to dispel the feeling. It desires even more. “Let me shave you first, and then I’ll relieve you.”

Whining, you struggle to hold still. Letting Ari pull the razor so carefully up your leg before he cleanses it in the water, and you’re back to wiggling, and moving. It’s becoming too much for you to focus, “Ari, I can’t,” you sound like a whining child, but you can’t help it. It hurts, you want some relief so bad. You are quivering with so much need. So much desire to have him, even if you also want to wait.

Ari doesn’t answer with words, he lets your leg fall into the water, rinsing it clean before he places each leg on either side of the clawfoot tub. the calloused tips of his fingers ribbon down your body before falling between your legs. Instead of going directly where you need him, he teases the apex of your thighs. Blowing heated air on you when you whimper out his name.

“You’re so fucking needy.”

You take a sharp breath in as both hands move to your quivering cunt, and your body lifts up at the lightning that radiates from his fingertips. The intimacy of having him so close to you, and the only barrier is the water. It’s like you and Ari are finally fusing. You can think about the brain and heart parts later. Right now it’s just Ari.

“How is that?” He asks, pulling you apart, exposing your swollen clit, and he slowly rubs over it. “You like it?”

“Uh huh,” you liked it too much. Even if he’s going a bit too slow and gentle, he’s giving you where you need attention. Fulfilling too many desires, and not enough.

“You’re in a tub of water, and I can still tell just how slick you are. You’re so frustrated you can’t think, hmm?” You nod your head, and his movement is so swift you don’t even realize his finger circles your entrance, “It’s not enough, is it?” Judging by your actions, it’s not nearly enough, you’re body is screaming for his cock, but your mind is begging to go slower. He won’t be fucking you today.

“No. It’s not enough. Mmm!” His finger plunges into your warmth, and your body lights up. Your brain is blacked out, and your body is high as a kite. His palm flattens on your sensitive nub, while he moves himself in and out of you. “More!”

Adding another finger, you sob his name. Your body starts to follow his lead, pulling him in deeper. Faster. Harder. It could be crazy, but you want the burn, and stretch of feeling full with him. That added finger makes you feel so full of Ari, “More. Ahh!”

Ari adds a third finger with difficulty, and holds himself still. Kissing over your shoulders, and up to your neck while you fuck his fingers. Bucking over him just like nature wanted you to, “There you go. There’s my good girl. Taking three of my fingers just like a sweet little whore. And look at how needy your greedy little cunt is. Stretched so much for me,” you grind down harder. Desperately trying to race to the finish line, and never wanting it to stop.

It’s exhilarating that you get to make yourself feel like this. That Ari is giving you the ability to act on your desires. Your breasts bounce over the water, bubbles slosh over the side of the tub, and you just move faster. Envisioning what it will feel like to fuck him. What he will look like when your pussy is wrapped around his cock. Sleeving him in your velvety walls.

You get so close. Too close, and it overwhelms you. Panting, you stop. It’s enough. “Oh no, you don’t,” his fingers stab into with so much speed that your toes curl. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as you launch your body upwards. “You were so close. That wasn’t an orgasm. You keep going. Pushing yourself. Not stopping until you’re blind with pleasure, and forget how to breathe.”

He still fucks himself into you, but the movements are slower. Softer. He coaxes your body down from its high. Waiting for your vision to clear back up. Ari peppers kisses all over your shoulders before you start to relax. “What does an orgasm feel like for you?”

“I’ve never had an orgasm inside of you, so I don’t think I’ve reached my pentacle yet. It’s explosive, just as yours. It’s otherworldly. It’s the best drug. But while you're still relaxed, put one of your legs back, and let's shaving,” how he could think of something so silly at a time like this is beyond your thinking. But you do it.

You lift up your leg, and he smears the cream back on your body. Sliding the razor up your skin, and dipping it into the water to clean it. You could take a nap in his arms. Nothing has ever felt quite so comforting like being in his arms post orgasm. The tenderness to your core, makes you smile. Ari had been three fingers into you. And you pray that you continue to feel him later. Giving you a reminder that it wasn’t a dream.

“Shh,” he’s so soft in your ear, and you try to open your eyes; they’re just extra heavy today, and your head jars backwards, “Get some sleep. I’ll finish up here, okay?” You respond with a nod of your head, “Will you let me dress you?”

You give him a nod, but smirk, “Will you look at my pussy?”

“Of course I will,” your mouth quirks up into a sleepy smile, “I gotta see just how stretched out I had you, okay?” As vulgar as it sounds, you didn’t care if Ari took it upon himself to look at your pussy as he dresses you. You hum in response, hoping he understands that you’re completely okay with him doing it. You want him to look.

Want him to see what’s his.

All his.

Only his.

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dilfl0v3rss · 1 year ago

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Omg plug Connie and him teaching his suburban princess his ways😩😮‍💨

here we gooooo🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

“wake up fat butt. taking you t’school today.” connie mumbled, tapping your ass lightly until you opened your eyes. you gave your boyfriend a death stare as you sat up and scratched your head. bonnet nowhere to be found as you were previously sleeping peaceful in your boyfriends tee shirt. “what?” “you wanted to learn more about what i do so you gon be my partner for the day since ony at his family renunion.”

your brown doe eyes widened in excitement as you hugged your boyfriends lower half from the bed. cheek pressed against his print in his boxers as you mumbled a bunch of “thank yous”. you’ve been begging connie for weeks to show you more of what he does, but he’d always tell you he didn’t want you in that type of work. it took a little convincing,but he finally agreed after you did some “handiwork” a handjob. now you’re here, learning your first lesson.

lesson one: weighing and packaging the weed

“no no no mami you gotta weigh it before you bag ittt” connie sighed as he turned the bag of weed upside down. letting the herb fall back onto table. “i did connn. the thingy had a three and a five before i put it in the baggy” long acrylic nail pointing to the small scale as you whined to your boyfriend. “three point five princesa ay dios mío. the ‘thingy’ gotta have a dot in between the three and the five.”

your eyes widened as you realized your mistake. “ohhhh okay okay okay. lemme try again” you began picking up the pieces of weed and placing them on the scale. watching carefully until the desired weight showed before putting them in the pretty pink bag and sealing it up. “doneee!” connie lifted his head from his phone, taking the small baggy from your hands before he turned it left and right.

he looked closely for any mistakes with the packaging, but he found none. it was “perfect baby. good job” connie rewarded with you a kiss on the forehead before handing you another bag. “now you got about forty more to do and you gon go mobile wit me.” connie chuckled at your loud gasp as you smiled to your yourself. “wanna shoot your gun” you mumbled as you continued weighing another pile. “whatchu say?” “huh? nothing papa. m’working”

lesson two: selling the product

his lips curved into a smile as he watched you hum your favorite song. brown eyes studying the nature outside the passenger window while your pretty fingers stroked connie hand that was on your thigh. connie’s first group of clients were college students. usually needed a quick blunt in the morning to calm their nerves before their day starts. as he approached his usual parking spot for selling, he let go of your thigh to lay his glock on his lap. “got my princess wit me so i gotta be extra careful”

his words made your stomach flip as you looked at the weapon laid on his sweatpants. “can you teach me how t’shoot it?” your eyes widened in hope as you watched your boyfriend tilt his head back, thinking of whether or not he should teach you. it would be good for you to protect yourself, but with him almost always around you would rarely need to. plus if you weren’t with him, you were with friends so you’ll never really be alone. “i’ll think about it ma” he mumbled before nodding his head towards your window.

you didn’t get the chance to dwell on his words as you watched the college boy, probably from some type of fraternity, walking towards the car. hat on backwards, covering his blonde hair while his shirt sat way too tight on his chest. his khaki shorts rested evenly on his hips as he shamelessly tried to look all up in connie’s window. “c dawgggg. wassup man?” connie rolled his eyes, already annoyed with the loud mouthed man at his window. connie nodded his head while saying hey before asking what it was the guy needed. "since im throwing tonight ima need a zip. finals been kicked everyone's ass and now that they're over, it's time to celebrate!”

connie turned towards you, eyeing your figure in your pretty skirt before a smirk planted on his lips. "you heard em mama" you nodded your head before reaching into the backseat for your boyfriends heavy duffel bag full of drugs. connie watched your skirt begin to ride up your ass so he made sure to block the guys view with his body until you finished. you sat the bag in your lap, digging through the different packages of weed until you found two bags. one was a little smaller than the other which confused you because you forgot if an ounce was the larger size or the smaller one. "uhhhh im kinda in a rush" the boy said before connie gave him a deadly stare, signaling for him to shut the fuck up.

you lifted your head up expecting to see the impatient client, but connie blocked your view with his head, giving you a calm smile and a nod for you to take your time. "i-i don't remember which one it is." he rested his hand on your lap. "think ma. if you get it right i'll buy you a new bag." your eyes lit up at the offer. you began to think back to when you were packaging the weed at the house, eventually handing him the larger bag. connie smiled as he lightly took it from your pretty hands. he held his hand out to the guy, waiting for him to pay up. after he paid connie handed him the bag.

"uhh why’s it pink..” connie rolled his eyes in irritation. why can’t he just take the weed and go. “my partner worked hard weighing and baggin that shit. this her product and you gon cop it and be happy wit it, you heard?” the guy lifted his hands in his defense before giving connie a nervous smile. “alright a-alright man thanks. t-tell your new partner i said thanks too." connie rolled up his window before turning towards you. “how i do papi?” your pretty smile making butterflies appear in his stomach before he leaned over and to give you a sloppy kiss on the lips. "did good mama. we gon stay here for a little bit then go to my other stops for my other clients ‘kay?” connie smiled as he watched you excitedly nod your head. lip tucked behind your teeth as you mindlessly played on your phone.

lesson three: counting and distributing the money

after the two of you finished, connie took you to your final destination before taking you home, the trap house. the smell of weed was pungent as you walked deeper and deeper in, stopping when you seen him take a seat at the dining room table. “come” he said while patting his lap. you sat down without complaint before connie pulled out a a couple stacks of cash. the two of you sold to a lot of people, but you weren’t really paying attention much to how much they were paying, only really worrying about giving the right size baggy. it must’ve been a really good day though because by the time you finished every single bag was sold. he had some good shit.

“you made all this in one dayyyy?” brown eyes wide as you stared at the bills in disbelief. connie’s arm tightened around your middle before he chuckled. “not just me mami” before you knew it your boyfriend separated the stacks evenly, sliding the other half in front of you before beginning to count the money he had left. “gon head pretty. count your cut” you eagerly took the money, long nails clanking together as you tried to quickly count the different bills. “what’s the third one for?” you eyed the third pile of money that sat next to connie. it looked about the same size as the both of yours. “my brother”

before you could speak the sound of a loud engine approaching the house cut you off. then in walked your boyfriend’s “brother” ony. a bag holding four to go plates in his hand as he typed away on his phone. “i know m’hella late gettin here” he mumbled as he mindlessly kicked the door closed behind him. he hasn’t looked up at you yet, still focused on his phone so he kept speaking as if you weren’t there. “just got the meanest head from kiki. swear that woman could suck a watermelon through a straw. had to block her tho cause i can’t be cuffing no bitch that be aight wit sucking dick in my granny room. nasty lil th-”

he finally looked up from his screen, eyes widening in shock as he looked at you and connie giggling in the dining room. “man why you ain’t tell me you brought her hereeee” he fake whined as he walked up to the two of you. giving you a peck on the cheek before dapping connie up. you raised your eyebrow at him before connie replied. “this why she wont let you get a date wit her sister bro” connie chuckled as he watched ony place his hand on his heart. ony had been asking you for months to set up a date with him and your sister, but you tell him all the time that you’d never willingly put any woman in your family through that, knowing his promiscuous lifestyle.

“sis i swear ima good man. if she ever text me back the rest of them girls gettin dropped on god.” you rolled your eyes, playfully scoffing before you caught sight of the stack of money that was for him. “yea whateverrrr” you said before nodding your head towards the money. “shit, thank you ma. this yours hermano” connie grabbed the stack and handed it to ony before also sliding him the empty duffle bag for him to fill with new product. “good looks. so how was it suge? like being a lil plug?”

you smiled as you shrugged your shoulders. mind wandering to the multiple events that went on today. “hmmm it was aight. i liked packing the weed up. oh and connie let me use pretty pink bags to put them innn.” connie smiled up at you, tickling your side before nodding his head towards the white bag ony placed on the table. “hope one of them plates is for me. if you can’t break bread you fake” ony chuckled before opening up the bag and handing him two of the plates. “got two plates of food and two plates of sweet shit that nanna made. ian know you was coming sis but you know i would’ve got you one.” you shrugged your shoulders before getting up from connie’s lap, taking the plate of food towards the microwave for him.

“it’s good connie gon share” your boyfriend shook his head at you. mumbling to himself as pulled out his phone. “cant have shit in this house” him and ony began to chuckle as your face turn into one of annoyance. you walked back towards him. swiftly plucking connie on the back of the head before laying his plate in front of him. “ay! mujer loca” he said while rubbing his “sore” head. ony continued to laugh while he walked towards the kitchen to heat up his food next. “hurry up and get married so i can get a niece. wanna take her t’disney and buy her dolls and shit.”

ony refused to even think about having kids of his own unless it was with the right woman. and since he doesn’t feel like he’s found her yet he plans on living his dream of spoiling a little princess through you and connie. the two of you laughed before waiting for him to sit back down with his plate so you can eat as a “family”. when he finally sat down, he immediately started rolling his eyes. “y’all laughing, but m’dead serious. have my niece” you playfully slapped his arm before beginning to eat your food. “don’t got time for kids right now. i’m a big time drug dealer.” connie nearly choked on his food when he heard your words, making the three of you laugh as you continued to eat together.

“just for today mami. tomorrow you my suburban princess again”

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dontyouworrydaddy · 1 year ago

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First of all, let me tell you about how much I love your blog and your writing style. Your fics quality is top notch and I giggle like an idiot every time I see a new post from you. So, if it's ok with you can you write about our favorite COD men (including daddy Konig and Simon) whose SO keeps getting texts from her asshole ex - some of them begging to take him back and others borderline threatening, like "who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?" etc. And our boys accidentally see these texts. How would they react to that situation? Thank you so much :)

𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒

Task Force 141 (+König) x fem! reader

You have no idea how much I appreciate these kind words. Like you literally just made me CRY because I‘m so happy to hear that. You guys motivate me to keep writing fr🫶🏻🫶🏻😭 I love you so much and I‘m so thankful to you! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Also I love the idea oh my god. I can imagine them being super mad at him and be like as soon as she’s sleeping I‘m gonna haunt that mf and be super caring and not leaving your side until you’re okay again. AHHHH I have so many ideas I can’t put them all into words😮‍💨😫😫

I hope you enjoy this fanfic! Thank you again for the kind words, I really do appreciate it❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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König

König found himself in a situation he hadn't anticipated. As he and you went about your daily lives, a series of text messages from your ex started flooding your phone. König couldn't help but catch glimpses of these messages, each one more distressing than the last.

I know you miss me

I still have that red dress from you…

You can stop acting like you don’t need me anymore and just come back ;)

You date insecure guys now? Wow Y/N… I mean I knew I was the best for you but I didn’t expect that low from you

I saw you the other day�� You got a lot sexier ;))

I miss you so much baby. I love you…

They were filled with toxic words, attempting to undermine the happiness you had found with König.

Upon stumbling upon these messages, König's usually calm and composed demeanor wavered, replaced by a mix of concern and protectiveness. He couldn't fathom why someone would target you in such a hurtful way and it stirred a fire within him that burned with a fierce determination to shield you from harm.

His grip tightened around his phone as he confronted you, his voice laced with worry. "Schatz, what is this? Who is sending you these messages?" His eyes searched yours, a mix of anger and concern burning in their depths. But he wasn’t angry at you. He was more angry at himself because he feels like he failed as a boyfriend. His only mission is to make you feel comfortable and it feels like he failed at it. Because you didn’t talk to him…

You took a deep breath, realizing that the time had come to open up and share the painful truth. "It's my ex. He's been unable to let go and now he's trying to sabotage our relationship. I've been trying to handle it on my own, but it's becoming overwhelming."

The weight of your words settled between you, the gravity of the situation sinking in. König's protective instincts kicked into high gear as he reached out, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "Liebling" he whispered, his voice filled with determination, "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you and together we'll navigate through this storm."

His words were like a balm to your soul, offering solace and reassurance in a world that felt suddenly tumultuous. You found strength in his unwavering support, knowing that you didn't have to battle your ex's toxicity alone.

With each new text that appeared on your phone, König became even more resolved to protect you. He devised a plan to confront your ex, making it clear that his attempts to sow discord and threaten your happiness would not be tolerated.

But König's reaction wasn't solely driven by anger. It was driven by love and a deep understanding of the pain you were experiencing. He knew that these messages were more than just words on a screen…they were emotional daggers that pierced your heart. And he will make sure that your ex will never bother you again. Trust him.

Simon Riley

In the midst of it all the chaos he‘s been through, there was you, a source of light and solace that gave his dead life light. The two of you navigated the challenges of life together, an unwelcome presence lingered, threatening to disrupt the tranquility you had built.

But you were constantly tormented by text messages from your ex Josh. The messages were a relentless barrage of mixed emotions, ranging from desperate pleas for reconciliation to menacing threats aimed at undermining your newfound happiness. It was a constant reminder of a past you were trying to move beyond. It was always him trying to manipulate you into leaving Simon and go back to him.

One fateful evening, as you lay beside Simon, your phone illuminated with yet another message from your ex. Simon, ever vigilant and protective, caught a glimpse of the text and as soon as he read the words "I still think about you when I’m on my bed alone", anger flashed in his eyes. He knew about your crazy ex.

Concern etched across his face as he realized the torment you had been enduring in silence. You turn your phone around and looked up at Simon. So many emotions were written on his face that made you tear up.

Carefully, Simon pulled you into his arms, offering a comforting embrace. His touch was gentle, his voice soothing as he reassured you that you were safe with him. In that moment, he became your shield, determined to protect you from the darkness that lurked in your past.

As you drifted off to sleep, exhaustion finally claiming you, Simon's heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and anger. He couldn't bear to see you suffer any longer. Resolute, he rose from the bed, leaving you in peaceful slumber and made his way to confront the source of your personal torture.

Due to his Job, it was easy for him to find out where he was living. And with determination etched upon his features, Simon found himself standing outside your ex's residence. He had no intention of resorting to violence, but his presence alone was enough to unnerve the cowardly individual who had been preying on your vulnerability.

As the door swung open, revealing your ex's face, a mix of surprise and fear washed over him. Before he could utter a single word, Simon's voice rang out with authority. "Leave her alone mate. If you ever come near her again, you'll regret it. And I‘m not a man to play fucking games with"

Josh felt the weight of Simon's unwavering resolve, cowered beneath his gaze. Fear clouded his eyes as he stammered out a half-hearted apology. Without further hesitation, Simon turned on his heel and walked away, leaving your ex to contemplate the consequences of his actions.

Meanwhile, back at home, you stirred awake, finding Simon by your side, his gaze filled with comfort and love. Wordlessly, he climbed back into bed, pulling you close, and kissed your forehead with a mix of gentleness and possessiveness.

"I won't let anyone hurt you," Simon whispered, his voice filled with a fierce protectiveness. "You're safe with me. Always."

In that moment, you knew that Simon was not only your lover but your guardian, a force that would go to any lengths to shield you from harm. And as you drifted back into a peaceful sleep, your heart swelled with gratitude, knowing that you were truly cherished by the man who would stop at nothing to keep you safe.

John MacTavish

You felt a mixture of frustration and fear as your ex continued to invade your life. The messages ranged from desperate pleas for reconciliation to thinly veiled threats, designed to unsettle and intimidate you. The constant reminders of your past were enough to make anyone's heart race and palms sweat.

One chance. Please baby.

Are you really dating a scottish man? You‘ve sunk so low.

One evening, as you and John were relaxing together, the barrage of texts became too much to bear. With a heavy sigh, you pulled out your phone, revealing the string of toxic messages that had invaded your peaceful sanctuary.

I will have you back, I‘m waiting baby.

John's eyes widened as he read the manipulative words that spilled across the screen. Without hesitation, John wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He understood the fear and turmoil that consumed you and he was determined to be your shield, protecting you from the pain of your past. His voice, laced with a mixture of concern and determination, filled the room.

"Baby" John spoke softly, "I won't let him hurt you anymore. You're safe with me, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that."

His comforting words and his strong embrace provided a temporary respite from the torment. As exhaustion claimed you, sleep finally descended upon your weary mind and body. Unbeknownst to you, John's resolve had been steeled.

As you slept, John quietly slipped away, his footsteps echoing with purpose as he made his way towards your ex's location. The darkness of the night seemed to amplify the intensity of his emotions. Anger simmered beneath his stoic exterior, a force ready to be unleashed upon the person who had dared to threaten the newfound happiness he shared with you.

John's arrival sent a shockwave through your ex's world. The smug arrogance that had permeated his messages quickly evaporated as he realized the true extent of John's determination. Fear replaced bravado, and he attempted to escape from the formidable soldier who now stood before him.

But there was no escape. John, fueled by a protective instinct, pursued your ex relentlessly, his presence an indomitable force that left no room for evasion. "Text my girl ever again and oh boy you wish your mom never gave birth to you" Cornered and overwhelmed, your ex succumbed to his fear and fled, leaving behind the remnants of a broken ego.

As John returned to your side, a mix of relief and admiration washed over him. The confrontation had served its purpose: to ensure your safety and send a clear message to anyone who dared to threaten your peace of mind.

You awoke to find John by your side, his features softened by the moonlight that filtered through the window. His eyes met yours, filled with a blend of tenderness and determination.

"He won't bother you again," John assured you, his voice unwavering. "I'll always protect you, no matter what."

In that moment, as you gazed into the depths of John's unwavering devotion, you knew that you were not alone. With him by your side, you felt a renewed sense of strength and security.

John Price

You had tried to move on from the toxic relationship that had left scars on your heart. But your ex refused to let go, bombarding you with text messages that ranged from desperate pleas to borderline threats. Each message chipped away at your sense of peace and security.

One evening, as you sat with John, sharing the burden of your past, a notification flashed across your phone screen. The words that appeared before you were a cruel reminder of the darkness that still lingered.

Who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?

Your heart sank as you realized John had caught a glimpse of the message. The look in his eyes, a mix of concern and anger, mirrored the tumultuous emotions raging within you.

John's voice was steady, but determination laced his words. "Baby, I can't stand by and let this continue. He needs to understand that his behavior is unacceptable and that he must leave you alone."

A mix of fear and relief washed over you, knowing that John would go to such lengths to protect you. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "I want to move on and leave this behind. But it’s getting so difficult" All night he did nothing but hold you as you cried because the memories kept adding up. And John did nothing but kiss and hold you the entire night.

The next morning, as the sun painted the sky with shades of gold, John prepared to leave for what appeared to be a simple grocery shopping.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you waited, anxiety and anticipation mingling within you. Hours passed and just when doubt threatened to seep into your thoughts, you heard the familiar sound of John's footsteps approaching the door.

His face bore the signs of a confrontation, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and determination. John took you in his arms, holding you tightly, as if to shield you from the remnants of the past that clung to your spirit.

"He won't bother you again" he whispered, his voice filled with an unyielding resolve. "I made it clear that his actions were unacceptable. He knows the consequences if he dares to cross that line." and you knew that he went over and made it clear to him to never text you ever again.

Tears welled in your eyes, a mix of gratitude and relief streaming down your cheeks. You gazed into John's eyes, overwhelmed by the love and protection he offered so selflessly.

"I don't know how to thank you, John," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "You've given me a sense of safety and peace that I thought I had lost forever."

His grip tightened, his voice a comforting reassurance. "You don't have to thank me, my love. It's what love does. It protects and empowers. I won't let anyone hurt you, not while I'm here."

Kyle Garrick

You stood there, reading the text messages that illuminated your phone screen, each word like a dagger to your heart. The messages from your ex, filled with desperation and anger were a painful reminder of a past you desperately wanted to forget. His words were like poison, seeping into your thoughts and threatening to unravel the happiness you had found with Kyle. The man you want to share your life with.

Just as you were about to put your phone away, hoping to bury the unsettling messages deep within your mind, you heard a gasp from behind you. Turning, you saw Kyle, his eyes fixated on the screen, his face a mix of concern and anger.

"Love?" he murmured, his voice laced with sympathy and a fire burning within, "I didn't realize you were going through this. I'm so sorry."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, the pain of the messages threatening to overwhelm you. But Kyle, ever the steadfast protector, closed the distance between you, wrapping his strong arms around you in a comforting embrace.

His words, infused with a fierce protectiveness, resonated within you. As he held you close, you felt a sense of safety and reassurance wash over you, erasing the fear and uncertainty that had plagued your heart.

Days passed and Kyle prepared for his next mission, a dangerous assignment that would take him away from you for a while. But before he left, he made a promise to himself, and to you. He would confront your ex, ensuring that he never dared to disturb your peace again.

As he set out on his mission, he carried with him the weight of your trust and the burning desire to protect you from harm. And when the time came, bruised and battered, he sought out your ex, determined to make him understand the consequences of his actions.

Face to face, Kyle confronted the man who had caused you so much pain, his eyes ablaze with an unwavering resolve. Your ex, taken aback by the sight of Kyle's injuries, cowered before him, realizing the severity of his actions. He pleaded for mercy, promising to leave you alone for good.

Kyle’s voice filled with an authority that brooked no argument, made it clear that any further harassment or threat would be met with severe consequences.

When he finally returned home, weary but determined, you met him at the door. The weight of the past seemed to dissolve as he enveloped you in his arms, the warmth of his embrace erasing the remnants of fear and doubt. In that moment, you knew that together, you could face anything.

After seeing him all bruised up but with a smile on his face, you couldn’t help but jump into his arms. In his embrace, you found healing. The scars of the past fading into insignificance compared to the love that bloomed between you. Together, you would face the challenges that lay ahead, fortified by the strength of your bond and the knowledge that no matter what, you were not alone.

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sunnylands-world · 2 years ago

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stepdad draco getting mad at y/n and smut after?

You little brat

Pairing: step dad draco x fem reader

Summary: your way of coping with your mother's death is not okay with your step father. I mean why sleep with little boys when you have your step dad who is sexy as hell…

Word count: 1,371

Warning: squirting, aggressive Draco, daddy kink, mentions of spit?, unprotected sex, oral [male an female receiving], fingering, degrading kink, mentions of dead parent, spanking, slut and whore are said, possessive Draco, age gap but the reader is of age and yeah I think that's it let me know if I missed anything 🙃

A/n: Sorry it took all day, today was a bit of a mess but nevertheless I wrote it!! Hope you like it Also I'm obsessed with the banner for this one 😮‍💨

You knew better than to sneak boys into your step dad's house but you did anyway, it wasn't like you'd been caught and after the first time you did it a few more times. Today your step dad was out grocery shopping for dinner which is when you'd snuck the next one in. With your door locked and your body pressed against your bed as Mike or whatever his name was thrusted into you, your headboard hitting the wall as he threw his head back groaning.

You were feeling like a sex doll as he chased his release and for a second you wondered why you were doing this until you felt that horrible ache in your chest, your mother. She had passed and you needed a way to forget, a way to feel better so you did hook-ups. This felt good or it was supposed to but it didn't, and now you were fucking people in the man's house who had opened his door for you after you'd been hurt by loss and every once and awhile you'd feel guilty but then it go as quickly as it came.

You were a grown woman who had needs, what did he expect but what you didn't expect was your step father to come back early. "Hey! [Name] the funniest thing happened. I went to the store and forgot my card!" his deep voice came booming through the manor and you moaned pushing at whoever this was chests and he halted in place, had he been that far gone? "Get up! My dad's here!" you whispered, pushing him. He looks at you in horror, grabbing his clothes.

Everyone knew Draco Malfoy and how possessive he could be over his little girl but it was too late, Draco had already started to unlock your door with his key assuming you were sleep when you didn't answer but to his surprise you were very much not sleeping, you were naked while a boy was pulling his clothes on. His eyes went to yours that held a look of panic sending you a piercing glare before looking back at the boy.

"Get the fuck out of my house or I'll lock you in my personal jail downstairs till your pissing your pants and calling your mother" the boy ran faster than he was thrusting early and you sighed. "Daddy i- ow! What are you doing?" He didn't answer because you could clearly see what he was doing. He was pulling you by your hair to the floor. You try to walk towards him to ease the pain in your scalp as you stumble. "So I go out to make us dinner, and you whore around spreading your legs for some coward?" He asked.

It's then that he drops you on your knees causing pain to shoot through you as you look up seeing him unbuckling his pants. "It's not that big of a deal, your-" he's shut you up, literally, forcing his cock into your mouth and fucking your throat. "Now, you're gonna actually listen to me and stop mouthing off" he says breathlessly, thrusting into you till your face touches his base, making you gag as drool runs down your neck to your bare breasts. "Fuck!" He hissed as you contracted around him. The room fills with your moans as you push at his thighs.

He pulls back a string of saliva the only thing connecting you as he picks you up, tossing you back on your bed. "You can't do this i-" "what? you don't want to fuck your daddy, I'm not your type" he pouts. "Sure seems like you don't really care about that, do you?" He says yanking you towards the end of the bed causing you to gasp as he pushes your legs apart holding them back so they're in the air, planting a kiss on your clit making you sigh. "But you know what I can do that they can't" he says, his breath against your wet center adding a cooling feeling.

He waits till you sit up before he finishes. "I can actually make you cum." His mouth latches onto you, licking through your folds rapidly and your head falls back with a loud moan. He smirks against you, practically making out with your pussy till your coating in spit, then pulling back to rub fast circles against your clit with his fingers. Your hips buck in need of more, he takes the hint adding two fingers into your empty hole; his lips taking the place of his digits working on your bud.

"See they didn't stretch you out properly, poor thing haven't been fucked right" he says biting down and you cry trying to pull away. "Ah, ah, ah don't run from daddy" he teased, kissing the pain away, stroking his tongue across everything that fit in his mouth, lapping up the juices as they come from you. Your body shakes violently as you arch like a back. "That's it, come on, give it to me" he says as he grabs your thighs holding them again because they were on the verge of shutting. He continues to fuck his warm tongue into your dripping cunt till your finished, slapping your face gently.

"Your not going to sleep yet darling, still wanna fill this pretty little pussy of yours" he chuckles, flipping you over, manhandling you till your Face is pressed in the mattress and your ass is up. He lowers down licking your throbbing entrance a few times causing you to relax into the bed, moaning softly. He pulls back hitting your ass cheek once watching as it jiggles from the empact before he thrust into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust as he slams his hips into yours. You grip the sheets weakly, your eyes shutting as you whine under him.

"Daddy" you call and he slaps your ass, you yelp as you shake again. "So sensitive" he teases, pulling back slowly leaving you feeling empty and clenching on nothing before bringing himself fully inside you again. His hand snakes around, grabbing you and pulling you upwards so your back is to his chest as he cuts your air short. It only adds to your pleasure to think about how he's got complete control on whether you breathe or not but he drops you as quickly as he'd picked up, letting you fall, grabbing your hips to bring them back Against his as he hits your ass again.

"Move" he says and you try to muster the strength to move against him despite feeling like you're gonna collapse while your body spasms from the intense pleasure. "Come on you little slut, you had all that mouth till you got an actual man's cock in you" he says and you just whine. "Pathetic" he scoffs, taking control of your twitching body, thrusting into you while you roll your hips back against his as they come forward. "Daddy I need to cum!" You cry out desperately and he hums in thought.

"No" he says before quickening his pace and you sob probably being heard through the giant house. "But" "I said no! you'll cum when I want you to. Do as you are told and take it!" he says and you can barely hold yourself together. Draco basically has to hold you both together because you've gone almost limp. He thrust into you with long strokes, rubbing his veiny cock against your battered walls. He's grown sloppy and begins rocking into you faster while planting kisses to your back. His hand moves down, toying with your button. You lay there only letting out quiet cries now.

"You can let go now princess" he says as his own climax approaches. He's gone haywire biting your skin, groaning and muttering how good you feel. Your whole body tenses as you clench around him and he groans loudly. "Oh my god, Draco" you wail squirting all on him and your thighs. He follows suit filling you full of him, thrusting a few more times falling on top of you. His breath kisses your skin before he lays beside you. Your eyes shut from exhaustion only seeing his Blue ones.

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kazutora-kurokawa · 5 months ago

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I'm sorry but I HAVE to expand on this thought right now. Also, I was a little inspired by these hcs Sarah posted because 😮‍💨 they lowkey had me feeling some type of way ngl

♡ NSFW, fem reader, really slight size kink almost non-existent actually, lowkey chubby reader but anyone can read ofc ♡

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Imagine waking up to Kafka already getting dressed for work, watching him slip on a compression shirt that hugs his bulky stature and outlines his muscles and tummy. He turns to you, a soft smile on his face as he sees how cute and sleepy you look.

"Hey pretty girl. Did you sleep good?"

All you can muster up is a groggy nod of your head as you snuggle back under the blankets, basking in the warmth of your bed as Kafka walked over and planted a kiss on your forehead. He trails soft kisses down the bridge of your nose before finally kissing your lips, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulls away.

"I'll be home soon baby, love you."

As soon as he started walking away he heard your soft whines and turned right back around.

"What's wrong sweets? Do you need something? Tell me and I got it covered."

"You didn't kiss me goodbye."

"What? Yes I did baby, did you not feel me kiss you?"

He walks back over and gives you another kiss goodbye. "There, now I really gotta go."

"Kafka nooo."

"What? What's wrong?"

"You didn't kiss my pussy goodbye.."

He looks at you softly, letting out a small chuckle as he pulls the blankets off your body. His thick fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down around your ankles. He grips the soft flesh of your thighs, gently spreading your legs and planting a heated kiss on your wet folds, his tongue darting out momentarily to lick your clit.

"There. Better now baby?" He asks softly, licking the remnants of your juices off his lips.

"A-again."

"You're gonna make me late to work angel." He warns, but that doesn't deter him from planting another kiss on your pussy, trailing kisses onto your thighs and then back to your aching core.

"Okay, that's all you're getting 'til I come home."

He reaches up to gently squeeze your breasts, a soft smile forming on his face as a little gasp falls from your lips.

"You're just too cute for your own good, you know that?"

He gives you one more kiss goodbye before really leaving for work this time, already knowing it's going to be a long day for both of you without the other there.

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#kaiju no. 8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 smut #kafka smut #kafka hibino smut #kafka hibino x reader #KAFKA HIBINO THE MAN YOU AREEEER 🤤🫠#I need to feel his hands gripping my thighs like right now!!!#this man makes my body ache in the worst (best) ways

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lookismfanfics · 2 years ago

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Hello! I've discovered your blog and your Lookism works are just- *chef's kiss* 😘 I've been wondering if I could request headcanons for the Lookism Bois (especially my baby Vasco, plus anyone your prefer) on how they would react to a tired s/o.

If this is too much, feel free to ignore this :)

Stay safe and keep yourself hydrated!

-🐮anon

“𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝?”

Thank you for the request! I did my best… hopefully this is okay.

Warnings: Fluff! Mentions of snarkiness (?)

Vasco • Gun •

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

ఌ You aren’t constantly tired… and he knows that.

ఌ So it’s only natural that he’s a little worried; and honestly, you can’t blame him.

ఌ You sit with him against the wall, fighting a literal war with yourself to keep your eyes open.

ఌ This week in general has been crazy tiring.

ఌ And how here you are- hanging out with the leader of the Burn Knuckles while on the verge of falling asleep

ఌ Vasco leans forward on the balls of his feet, staring at you shamelessly with unmasked concern.

ఌ You get the sense that you missed something, glancing at him. Euntee, indeed, is looking at you expectantly.

ఌ You rub your eyes, “Huh? Sorry did you say something?”

ఌ Vasco’s eyebrows draw together tightly. “Mhm. Are you tired?”

ఌ It’s not normal for you to be this out of it. Usually, after school, you and Vasco will sit somewhere- anywhere -to talk about how your days went.

ఌ He’ll tell you about funny things that happened, and you’ll give him your full attention (or as much as you can spare) and laugh with him.

ఌ But not today. Today you’re sleepwalking through this conversation, and he can tell.

ఌ “Yeah, just a little.”

ఌ “Why?”

ఌ You adjust your sitting position, slumping further against the wall. “Homework.”

ఌ “But you’re always better than me about homework…” he says slowly, eyes still dark and glazed with seriousness, while his cheeks flush with childish persona.

ఌ And while you nod and mumble an offhand reply about how this week’s assignments were just a bit more difficult, and how time had slipped from you, Vasco seems less than assured that you’re alright.

ఌ He slides his hand into his pocket.

ఌ “Here. It’ll keep you awake.”

ఌ You try not to smile like an idiot, taking the carton of chocolate milk he’s extended to you.

ఌ He wants to keep you awake… and at the same time, he wants to get you somewhere comfortable so you can sleep.

ఌ He knows for a fact that teenagers need a good nights rest to keep growing. Mentally and physically.

ఌ You puncture the top of the carton with the straw, feeling the weight of Vasco’s stare once again on you.

ఌ “I’ll be fine you know. I’ll just take a nap if I still feel tired.”

ఌ He looks at the ground, cheeks flaring sheepishly. You try not to smile, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

ఌ He turns to you. “I will be your bed. If you want to sleep right now.”

ఌ 😮‍💨😅

ఌ You cough violently, pulling back from the straw shoved in your mouth. Vasco pats your back.

ఌ Him: 👁️〰️👁️

ఌ You look up at him dubiously. He returns your stare, completely serious.

ఌ “Sleep on a rock? I’m… okay…” you laugh, trying to keep your face from heating up too much. It feels hot in your cheeks, although to be honest you aren’t one to blush to often around Vasco.

ఌ It’s the thought that counts.

ఌ Vasco walks you home, giving you a piggy-back into your room.

ఌ He insists that he stays. He “needs to ensure they get a good nights rest.”

ఌ You fall asleep with Vasco looming in the corner of your room. You wake up nuzzled into his chest.

𝐆𝐮𝐧

ఌ Out of all the days for you to fall asleep at random, burned out from exhaustion, and having little-to-no self awareness, it had to be today.

ఌ The day you would be out with Gun, driving around the Korean countryside in his sports car.

ఌ You didn’t want to go before… and now you really didn’t want to go now.

ఌ Yet here you are. Miserably smushed into the corner of the passenger seat.

ఌ You rub your eyes to keep them open- even as the warmth of the sunlight lulls you to sleep.

ఌ Driving the car, paying little attention to you, is Park Gun.

ఌ You yawn, and he shoots you daggers 🗡️

ఌ “If you didn’t wanna come you should’ve said so.”

ఌ This is what he’s like when you’re out and about. If you seem tired- it automatically means you’re disinterested. According to him.

ఌ “Well today’s just a bad day. Can we go home now?” You ask grumpily

ఌ He turns to you, eyes shaded by his sunglasses. You can see just a hint of a smile on his lips.

ఌ “That’s where I’m taking you.”

ఌ And as soon as you’re home, he’s a bit more understanding; albeit he continues to be judgmental about the whole thing.

ఌ It’s straight to bed for you. He stands by the door impatiently, the car keys slung on his finger and his jacket hanging off his shoulder.

ఌ Guilt-tripping. Lovely

ఌ Gun watches quietly as you take off your accessories (jacket, shoes) and accepts the sleepy glare you give him

ఌ It wasn’t completely your fault… but this guy had been dragging you around to all the exotic locations in Korea for “kicks”

ఌ Late nights out plus your pile of schoolwork at home hadn’t been coordinating well at all.

ఌ He gestures towards your bedroom, and all you can do is sigh irritably.

ఌ “Look I’m sorry, okay? It’s not my fault that people get tired.”

ఌ “It doesn’t matter to me. Fact is we were supposed to have a date today.”

ఌ You nod your head tiredly, entering your bedroom. You didn’t even catch his next comment: “My proposal was ruined thanks to me being an ignorant boyfriend. So… my bad.”

ఌ You collapse into your bed, Gun’s quiet but snarky comments ringing in your head

ఌ You fall asleep by yourself. You wake up with lofi playing and a glass of water on the bedside table.

ఌ He also left you a note in sloppy handwriting, that read: 丅ᗩᛕᗴ ᑕᗩᖇᗴ ᗝᖴ Ƴᗝᑌᖇᔕᗴᒪᖴ ᔕᒪᗴᗴᑭƳ ᗩᔕᔕ

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boundlessentity · 1 month ago

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Everyone needs to go see You’re Next asap because it was incredible and I was grinning like a stupid little idiot the whole time. I immediately need to go watch it in Japanese with subtitles.

Anyways, here are some of my thoughts! My memory is terrible though so they’ll probably be a little out of order and I’ll probably miss a bit. That’s fine though, it’s not plot analysis.

Spoilers below the cut!

The intro sequence was pretty cool actually

Heehee screen time for Sero! And Ojiro gets to talk and show off that he can actually do stuff! Underrated character appreciation time🥰

Immediate Star Wars reference, I see…

Drinking tea with a picture of a pretty girl. OH WAIT HE WAS MAKING TEA FOR THE PICTURE BECAUSE THATS WHAT HE USED TO DO FOR HER AND NOT JUST BECAUSE HES FANCY I GET IT NOW

Iida using Bakugou’s entire hero name only for people to immediately shit on it for being so long is hilarious and everyone should do it more

This man is #notmyallmight and tbh pretty ugly? Like I didn’t think I would miss all of the deep creases and heavy shadows on All Might’s face but he looks weird without them.

The goth woman in the spider web dress is kinda pretty actually I vibe with it

Ooooo pretty lights! I don’t feel so good, Mr. Stark…

In the jungle, the mighty jungle, Izuku sleeps tonight…

He’s like “okay phew I’m good I’m stable like this” and immediately plummets to his doom. Like that whole sequence in the tube was so funny, and then you think it’s over but it’s snowball time! Plus Soggy Deku is adorable, he looks like a wet cat (affectionate)

“I’ve never been so insulted so politely?!”

They did my boy Kaminari SO dirty throughout this whole movie but I was especially disappointed at this part. Mineta I understand, even after they toned him down in the 6th season, he’s still a pervert. But Kaminari is so much deeper than that and has had so much character development, and they decided the perfect happy little daydream for him would be women in bikinis? No way. What little we did see of him in the movie was so shallow.

The other daydreams though? Hoo boy😮‍💨

Todoroki’s perfect daydream is him with his family, being happy. Him, scarless, playing with all of his siblings INCLUDING TOUYA while his happy parents sit together and watch them with a smile. I swear if that little scene was on screen any longer I might have teared up.

Shouji’s too, like oh my god. His is a world where he was accepted for who he is and he and the little girl are happy and he doesn’t feel like he has to hide his face behind a mask because he never got the scars in the first place😢

Idia’s being him and Tenya being heroes together. Because that was his dream. And he can’t have it anymore.

Momo you’re adorable, please never change

Deku’s being him with all of the All Might merch and a hero who believed in his dreams from the start🥲 and then OFA User 1 snapping him out of it? Vestiges for the win, again

Speaking of, I love how much they had him using all of the vestiges’ quirks throughout the movie. My boy has grown so much🥰

That whole scene though was really cool, the way it was set up like a doll house? I enjoyed that, I wish we had gotten to look at it a little longer. Looks like Hagakure’s was being visible and having all of the outfits, Uraraka’s was floating on a cloud, Jirou’s was rocking out with her guitar, and Sero’s was doing some kind of Spider-Man tape shit idk. Wish I remembered what Ojiro’s was

Dark Might using a rotary phone to make a video call and then immediately taking credit for the name Dark Might? Cringe

HAWKS OH MY GOD LOOK HES THERE TOO

Fr Hawks got a lot of screen time throughout the movie, most of which was really not necessary or particularly relevant (not that I’m complaining😜)

Are those off-brand Nomus in suits?

“I’m a walking cheat code” is such a killer line damn

Dark Might is so delulu oh my god.

Other stuff happens, I don’t remember having any super intense thoughts so I’ll jump ahead for now and come back to this if I feel like it later

Mirio! I’m glad they included him the guy is underutilized

More of the pros! Especially MIRKO and the combination of Edgeshot and Best Jeanist

I’m glad they’re giving Uraraka so much attention, she was kinda brushed over in the other movies if I recall correctly. Iida too, though not as much

Bakugou the strategist!

Tokoyami getting his moment in the proverbial spotlight. Not the literal one, that wouldn’t be helpful. “Those who can fly, should fly,” indeed

Bakugou and Todoroki out there working together with surprisingly little bickering. I’m impressed.

HAWKS. Descending from above like the stunning angel he is! I’m such a sucker for his dynamic with Tokoyami, the mentorship and genuine care there between them? The fact that he’s encouraging and pushing his bird protege to be better? Love love love

I know Julio just explained it but I still don’t really get Dark Might’s quirk. If someone could explain it to me that would be great thanks

Even Dark Might sees how much potential Midoriya has wow

Literally just naming states at this point. Detroit Smash who?

Big Three coming in hot! Kick some villainous ass! Speaking of, it seems that Bones Studio had indeed decided to return All Might (Dark Might technically)’s ass to him.

Thrown into a statue of himself and he popped like a balloon lol

Forgot that the city was empty and started freaking out when the ship was crashing. I thought people were getting squished🥲

Yes Julio! Go be with the one you love!

Shoutout to Mitsuki and Inko being best friends

A bit of a predictable ending but satisfying nonetheless!

Maybe a little bit unclear when in canon this takes place? Largely when you consider the little moment after the credits

The movie was intense but also had a lot of. Moments of comic relief which I really appreciated! It was super well balanced

I had a million and one thoughts but it’s the middle of the night and I don’t really remember what they were. Anyways, it was a very strong movie imo, 10/10 because I had a good time

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia: you’re next #mha movie #bnha movie #mha movie 4 #bnha movie 4

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starmycar · 4 months ago

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Cole headcanons

They have a bad habit of chewing their nails, it's not a severe habit that they do it all the time but it's noticeable. Like you can look at their nails and it's shorter than a normal person's nails.

Clemy tried to break their bad habit but it lasted for a few weeks before they got back to their bad habit 😑

THEY'RE EXTREMELY GOOD AT BORED GAMES

To the point that when the gang tries to play bored games they ask Cole to take it easy on them 😭

Their love language is gift giving <3

They deffo made the gang matching friendship bracelets 😝

They're really good at making bracelets that Kingsley decided to make their hobby a business 😋 Cole didn't mind tho but their fingers were starting to hurt 😞 that's why they have a bandages on their fingers

MATCHING BANDAGES WITH KINGSLEY 😝

THEY LOVE CATS IT'S ADORABLE 😭💕

Clemy prolly found them hugging a cat in their sleep 🥺 it was so adorable 😭

Cole also found an injured stray kitten and BEGGED Perrine to let them keep it but Perrine said no 😞

But Cole was too soft hearted so they took care of it and sneaked the kitten in 😜 so now they have a pet cat 🥺

THEY'RE GOOD AT WRITING POEMS

They prolly have a poem about clemy stacked in their drawer somewhere

Cole and the gang had this ritual where every time it's raining they have to dance under the rain 🤭

They tried to cut their hair once 😐 IT DID NOT END WELL 😶 Kingsley walked in on them cutting their hair and teased them for it 😊

Kingsley was prolly like "what did you do to your hair 😂" "don't tell anyone please 🙏😭" and Kingsley agreed to help Cole with their hair but they still teased them about it ��

Has a soft spot for animals so they became a vegan �� they just can't handle eating animals yknow?

Prolly has a secret spot outside of the village where they could just take a breather and relax because we need one once in a while y'know?

They are quite clumsy so they get hurt sometimes 😣 it's not that they're not aware of their surroundings oh no it's just that the universe is just against them 😐

They sometimes trip on nothing, bump into a random object so ye they have scars now 😎

If they were in our universe they most definitely have noise cancelling headphones

They listen to Cavetown, alex G, the bird and the bee, and Adrianne lenker

Their playlist name is deffo poetic and stuff, and selects the most random cover photo for their playlist

They won't live without music, so if all music mysteriously vanishes they won't live AT MOST 10 minutes (same)

Is musically smart

Also have this weird obsession of biology

So Yap about it A LOT to clemy, albeit shyly because they don't want to overshare 😣

But when Cole learned that clemy didn't mind they were OVER THE MOON

Is not a morning person like you PHYSICALLY have to pull them out of their bed

Is because their bed is REALLY comfortable to the point that one of the group snuck into their bedroom and slept there *ahem* Kingsley WHO SAID THAT

They have a bad case of nightmares, to the point that Perrine had to come over to their bedroom and wake them up because they were shaking and breathing heavily ☹️

It's so sad though because Cole because of the nightmares they stopped sleeping for 5 days 😦

But Perrine noticed and dragged them back to bed so not to worry 🤗 how'd Perry notice? It was probably because Cole was starting to hallucinate 😵‍💫

Their interaction basically went like this "hey Perrine what is that? 😟" "what is what Cole? 🤨" "that tree over there 🫵 it has faces on them 😦" "no it's not Cole 😑 okay you need to go to bed 😮‍💨"

After Cole slept they were scolded by Perrine 😣

𝗔/𝗻

This was so fun to make because I relate to Cole a lot so it wasn't hard to make 😋 and I will prolly post Kingsley's headcanons after this 🤭

Thank you for reading ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

#yealokre headcanons #yaelokre #yaelorke #yaelorke cole #perrine #clementine #Kingsley #fluff

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adrealucia · 2 years ago

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Hi can I request a head cannon with Jake, tonowari, neteyam and lo’ak where their female mate gets very hot easily affecting their sleep but they want affection and comfort from their mate so they find a way to make it happen in a cute and fluffy way? Thanks 😊

yes yes yes, this is so cute 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Too hot

a headcanon ⓘ sfw

featuring: Jake, Tonowari, Neteyam & Lo’ak

Jake

your body is hot and you keep on clinging onto your mate, who desperately tries to escape your grip

you seem to be deep asleep and jake doesn’t want to wake you up, since you seem so peaceful

but still, he can’t sleep like that

he gets up and opens the curtains, letting in some fresh air

he wonders “maybe she caught a cold?”

for a minute he just stands there, looking at you and admiring the view

“jake? ‘m so hot… can’t sleep”

you open your eyes, searching the bed for your mate only to find him standing next to the entrance of your little tent

“I know, I know… are you feeling sick?”

you shake your head “no, it’s just so hot in here”

“want me to move the bed a little closer to the entrance?”

tired, you rub your eyes, nodding “yeah… i’ll help you”

Tonowari

“Tono’?” you gently shake his body, trying to wake your partner up

he is a pretty heavy sleepy and not easily bothered by anything, you on the other hand are quite the opposite

you woke up, sweaty and hot, not being able to fall back asleep

“hm?”

your mate carefully opens one eye, scanning your face

“I need to cool down… join me at a midnight swim?”

you earn a gentle chuckle from tonowari

he slowly lifts himself up, rubbing his eyes and yawing “of course i’ll join you”

he reaches for your hand and gently helps you get out of bed “wow you do feel really hot…”

“it’s because you always hug me so tightly!”

“…not that I would want you to stop though…”

Neteyam

you wake up, sweating and feeling uncomfortable

you try to go back to sleep, scooting away from your lover

the small blanket that covered the both of you, you push aside

“y/n?”

you open your eyes again, leaning your head to the side, meeting eyes with neteyam

“can’t sleep?”

“It’s so hot… I already tried to cool down again, but I am either freezing or sweating… ‘dunno what to do…”

“let’s get rid of this” he throws the blanket to the side and scoots closer to you “come here”

he presses his body against yours and gently wraps one arm around your torso

“‘m gonna keep you warm, you don’t need a blanket… think that will help?”

“… but I am all sweaty”

“I don’t mind… just try to sleep okay?”

Lo’ak

Lo’ak has his arms and legs tightly wrapped around your body, but his body his burning hot and now yours is too

he doesn’t seem to be bothered at all, sleeping like a little baby, but you can’t seem to close an eye

“…lo’ak?”

his eyes open in an instant, wondering if something bad happened to you

“you alright?”

“yeah… it’s just your so hot… I can’t sleep like this”

“oh…”

he places a little kiss on your nose and quietly chuckles when he removes himself from your body

but not being able to cuddle your partner or at least touch him in the slightest way doesn’t feel right either

you gently touch his feet with yours and reach for his hand as well

“that’s better…”

#atwow #avatar 2 #avatar #awow x reader #neteyam headcanons #jake headcanons #tonowari headcanon #lo’ak headcannons #atwow headcanons #atwow sfw #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sfw #jake x y/n #jake sully #tonowari x y/n #loak x reader

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nattinatalia · 1 year ago

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Jack Harlow x Reader : Instagram AU

Read this first 🎈

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yourusername Yo te lo hago en la cama, también te lo hago en el jet ✈️ 😈

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jackharlow What the? You were literally just upstairs. Where are you going?

jackharlow Where are the kids? And who’s hands are those???

druski I think she’s ignoring you.

jackharlow FUCK OFF DRU.

claybornharlow Mom doesn’t have the kids btw so stop blowing up her phone, she’s sleeping.

jackharlow 🤨

yourbestiename Bitchhhh para donde vas?

yourusername Buscando una aventura 😜

g_eazy 🔥 🥵 Are you finally single?

yourusername LMAAOOO, what are you doing back under my comments Gerardo???

g_eazy 🎯 Trying to get at you girl

yourusername 👎🏼

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yourusername Before the day ends, I want to wish my baby boy a happy birthday. We celebrated his birthday last weekend but I’m still spoiling him with a trip to a dinosaur museum so he’s super happy about that. Ezequiel, you’re the most kindhearted, loving, funny little boy ever. You make me the happiest mama. I love you my sweet boy 💙

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yourbestiename Feliz cumpleaños al niño más consentido del mundo. We love you Angel Ezequiel 😘 have fun beba

yourusername Gracias bebe 💖

claybornharlow 🥺 they grow up so fast. happy birthday little man

claybornharlow btw can you answer your husbands texts and calls. He keeps annoying us.

yourusername LMAO

druski Happy birthday little terror. I can’t believe your dad missed your party.

yourusername All of you did though soooo???

claybornharlow Not me wtf

yourusername Except you and mamamaggie <3

claybornharlow Because we actually look at our calendar!!!!!!

yourusername LMAO

jackharlow I thought we were taking him together? What is going on right now????

user damn jack you forgot your own kids birthday????

jackharlow Shut up Katie

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jackharlow Happiest of birthdays to my little man, my twin for life. He amazes me every day with his thoughtfulness and all the love he give out at such a young age. I’ll admit it to all of y’all, I missed his birthday party last weekend and it broke my heart when I came home to see my boy so heartbroken, so I have a lot of making up to do. Started with throwing him ANOTHER party and getting him these Pokemon cards he’s been wanting. This is day one of plenty surprises to come ☝🏼

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urbanwyatt Happy birthday little dude.

neelamthadhani getting those cards in such a short time was a hassle. Never again please

mamamaggie My baby, happy birthday to the coolest little boy.

druski thanks for the invite. Where is y/n at though? I miss her .

jackharlow Why are you being messy?

druski This isn’t anything new so I’m confused, you thought I’d be nice because 😭

yourbestiename *starts eating popcorn* Yeah, where is Y/N at?

yourusername 👀 🤫

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yourusername Not this random number texting me that! But yes, I do need a dog!!!!!

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yourbestiename Güey no mms 😭

yourusername No estoy haciendo nada!!!!

yourbestiename Hmm, ándale pues tóxica.

badbunnypr 🔥 🥵 yo puedo ser tú perro

yourbestiename Noo, regrésate con la vela

yourusername AY YOO LMAOOO

g_eazy It was I 🤫😜😈

yourusername Then nvm I don’t need a dog!

druski LMAAAOOO

user Y/N has been petty since Monday, I guess she’s really upset that Jack missed the party.

user I would too.

jackharlow My wife is sexy as fuck 😮‍💨 🧱

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jackharlow Weekend with my minis ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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mamamaggie My babies 🥺

user okay Daddy day care

user do you want a trophy?

user mr missing my kids birthday party

yourusername You guys need to chill.

allabouttheharlows Ohhh sooo they were at the courts all day because y/n posted some pics at night and look Jack posted during the day so they were definitely together.

jackharlow We’re married, why wouldn’t we be together?

user because she was being petty online and entertaining Gerald

yourusername Because I was mad.

yourusername Let me be toxic and stir shit up when my man gets me pissed off🤫

yourbestiename She’s just like me fr 😜

jackharlow & y’all are annoying.

yourusername Not so much now Jackman, still not forgiven you completely so chill.

jackharlow 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨

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#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x yn #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #Instagram AU

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dylanisdazed · 1 year ago

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Okay, first Milo story cuz I’m about to burst. He did not receive much love or attention for the first 4 years of his life 😡☹️😭 and that just means he was meant to be with me. 💚 if i've got anything, it's love

Lil man has not left my side once (and i mean once!!) since we picked him up on Monday. I left him with Adam and the boys for the first time last night to have dinner with bubba and I thought I was gonna die. But it was only about 3 hours. 😮‍💨

We got him a cute setup in Noah’s room but for now, he has slept in our bed. I love to cuddle a lot but I've never enjoyed closeness much in bed because I get really hot. HOWEVER, I’ve never felt so much love and joy as when Milo holds on to me when he sleeps. Feeling his heartbeat and his breathing 😭💚 I could literally get heatstroke and I don’t care, my baby can hold me all night. Poor Adam 😂 he was like whenever I’ve tried to snuggle or hold you in bed you kick me away 😂 I know that we will probably try and get him used to his own bed at some point but right now he needs me.

Adam took a picture today of us in bed. Milo was laying across me with his feet basically on my face and we were both snoring. 😂 he wears me out. I’ve just never been a very easy going sleeper but apparently Milo holds the special secret!

He woke me up at 6 am today and I got up with him and we watched cartoons in our undies and I made him breakfast. Noah, the other early bed woke up and helped me cook. I'm going to plan a special day with Noah soon. He's so excited to be a big brother now, but I also worry he could feel a bit jealous or something. I will make sure he knows he's still my special kid too. 💚

#dylanisdazed #dylie #milo #adam #noah #love #dad

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foreverrandomwritings · 1 month ago

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Season 5 Episode 5: Thunderstruck.

Don’t have many expectations of this episode🤷‍♀️

I’m just scared something bad is gonna happen to one of the mains. I just need everything to be fine. I need this season to work out since it’ll be the last(still salty about that).

Therapist: Y’all good?

Carlos: what the fuck? I’m ready for a fight! Why I oughta🥊👊🏻

TK: Uhm honey take a chill pill. 😮‍💨

Carlos fell asleep during sexy time😬

I don’t like the tension between them😅 I’m literally freaking out. My anxiety is sky high. I literally said I felt something was gonna go wrong and lo and behold. Boom. Something wrong. They are literally like in my top 5 favorite tv couples ever.

Honestly kids are the worst(I work in the childcare setting, I love my job but kids are the worst)

A HORSEY!!

Judd in these sunglasses is doing something to me. Hot damn. If he lassos this horse I’m gonna lose my shit🥵🥵

Of course Owen is doing it🙄 whatever. Show someone else. (It’s not that I don’t like Owen. It’s just I find it unbelievably annoying that he’s constantly doing really cool awesome unbelievable stuff literally all the time. Like I’m just really sick of it. Let someone else do something cool every once in a while.)

The horse telling his owner goodbye…. Shut up I’m crying. Like I’m literally crying.

I KNEW SHAUN WAS GONNA KILL HIM! FUCK YOU SHAUN. YOU LITTLE BITCH!

OWEN YOU BETTER BUY HIM OR FIND SOMEONE ELSE THAT WILL RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

TK TALKING TO TOMMY LIKE SHES HIS MOM IM CRYING AGAIN.

TOMMY BROUGHT UP CHARLES WE ALL KNOW I LOVE HIM AND MISS HIM!!! IM CRYING EVEN MORE!

I wanna jump Campbells bones because he’s giving me Glen Powell/Henry Cavill/Chris Evan’s vibes. I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe it’s the accent or the demeanor. He’s an ass and like would not treat me right but like also🤷‍♀️

Carlos is flabbergasted with him though. Like uhm just because you have a job doesn’t mean you can neglect your spouse. Like that isn’t exactly what he’s doing….

Mateo was the best probie. But I’m happy he isn’t probie anymore.

Owen boarding the horse at the firehouse is honestly fucking wild.

Motherfucker they are making me attached to these sisters. Something really bad is about to happen. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!

Mass drug smuggling omg.

OH HELL YES NANCY YOU GO GIRL!

Mateo how sexist of you….

Thunder not minding lights and sirens is hilarious.

Owen is really gonna see a red flag in everyone. Which is valid he needs to pick the right fit. Omg😂😂😂

Off topic but I need a better sleep schedule for real.

Oop Owen honey, Judd just called you out.

Campbell and Carlos working together. Hot.

Carlos and TK🫶🏻

Carlos: You are hiding something.

TK: Nuh uh.🙂‍↔️

Carlos: It’s literally behind your back. I can see it🤨🧐

TK: Oh. Yes🙂‍↕️

Every second I get with you is a gift, and I’m done wasting it.

CARLOS I JUST GOT DONE CRYING WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!

Thank fuck Marlene is involved now. I knew that was gonna happen. But seeing her riding over🥵 I’d let her ride me….. lol. No joke though. She’s hot as fuck.

Oh that was the end of the episode. Okay then.

#911 lone star #9 1 1 lonestar #tk strand #carlos reyes #carlos x tk #tommy vega #owen strand #marjan marwani #paul strickland #mateo chavez #judd ryder #wyatt harris #nancy gillian #nancy x mateo

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vilf-lover · 3 months ago

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okay my review of kenju audio 🙂‍↕️

now- no hate. kind of. i absolutely don’t condone or encourage stealing other peoples artistic visions and ideas and creations but also i don’t want to criticize some doing something that makes them happy. you get it.

first: telepath bf comforts you

excited and scared, very scared. geordi and james aren’t exactly in the best places right about now but this is not redacted audio…….

okay….he’s australian

NO HATE TO MY AUSTRALIAN BABES I WAS JUST THROWN FOR A LOOP

i can’t really explain how i feel about this. i’m um bored.

it’s very “i’m home. you suck. what’s wrong. you suck.” *extensive sigh*

where’s the flavor 😃

it’s giving early david but like not at all

he’s like more of a walking red flag believe it or not

so i’ve found the reason we’re being comforted he says “if they’re mean to you again” we getting bullied or what

“you’re my mess” brother wrap it up im so sorry but what

“you really shouldn’t let that stuff get to you- it’s a lot of bullcrap” 😐 okay

“you need to not care as much about what people think of you” that’s enough, this is not a pep talk

��just be yourself and that’s all you can ask for” i feel like im back in middle school at the inspirational seminars

“now are you done moping. LITTLE. BABY.” yk i can’t tell if david was this bad and im just more attracted to the idea of him or if this is just. dry. AND mean.

OH MY GOD AND ITS OVER ✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼

he wasn’t even supposed to be tsundere 😢

it was just boring, that’s really all. there was no background noise, stale line reading, very very scripted vibes (yeah i know the whole thing in this genre is a script you know what i meannnn)

i can’t even muster the courage to listen to the vampire ones because i’ll fight someone if i feel even a glimpse of sam-like mannerism

second AND LAST: tsundere werewolf has shifting trouble 😀😀😀😀

now part of me was trying to work with the benefit of the doubt and not think he was copying erik. this title within itself confirmed he is indeed. i’m not excited for this one especially after the last one.

no one can recreate my milo tho so this will be interesting

first second and i’m hearing grunting and i want to turn my phone off.

“go away, can’t you see i’m busy” get milo’s words out of your mouth

WAIT HES IN THE LIVING ROOM 😰😰😰

wait okay guys i’ve made a horrible lapse in judgement. he’s not having trouble shifting. he’s having trouble *not* shifting 😮‍💨 phew thought he was copying redacted but it seems like we’re all good

he fell down the stairs because he shifted randomly 😭😭😭

damn he’s mean

oh and it’s just his leg that’s shifting

i’m gonna go to sleep and this isn’t a sleep aid

OH HE USES THE SAME GROWLING SOUND EFFECT LMFAO 🐺🐺

OH WAIT THIS IS LIKE YOU GET BITTEN AND TURN

wow vamp x werewolf lore crossover

“i pride myself on my control with my shifting” well that’s a bit of a problem now isn’t it

“god knows i wouldn’t hear the end of it from lucas and i know i would just get speeches from nate” …right right right

ohhhh and he’s the beta ☝🏼

“and don’t call me puppy” oh???? wow we’re really just collecting character traits

i had to skip through the rest fairly quickly because i simply could not

AND WE ARE DONE.

@vegafan69 my professional review done 🤓

#redacted audio #kenza #redacted asmr #audio rp

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simpforchuchu · 2 years ago

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can i req fujio with a drunk s/o(they’re singing the most random love songs,getting all touchy with him, rizzing him up as if he’s not they’re bf already😮‍💨)

• Fujio x drunk reader | Hcs

a/n: Hii! I had fun while writing this and it is a little late because I got injured, and I'm sorry about that too... Soo I hope you like it :')♥️

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

• I believe Fujio doesnt have high tolerant of alcohol xkkwkfk

• And when he is drunk, I think he is the sweetest, silliest person in the world

• That's why he won't drink much with you because I think he is overprotective...

• He's afraid if he loses control or can't protect you

• So while you are with him, you can drink as much as you want because he will not drink and will watch your cuteness

• I'm sure he will never be ashamed of you or find you cringe no matter how silly you are

• He'll probably worry about your stomach after every glass and sweetly tell you not to drink any more

• Okay... you drank too much and now you're drunk...

• Of course, you being drunk with him will make him feel that you trust him and he will watch you smiling sweetly

• If you are normally a calm and quiet person, this will make him happier

• Seeing you having fun and doing silly things like this will make him laugh too

• He will probably take a lot of photos and videos and then make fun of you...

• Are you giggling at stupid things? He'll laugh at you, too.

• Are you telling an unfunny joke? Your laughter while telling it will make him laugh too.

• Or he'll just want to laugh at your serious reactions out of the blue

• He definitely doesn't know what to do when you get the karaoke microphone while he thinks that's it

• Stupid love songs and you're shouting at him

• He will watch you laughing

• Actually that's exactly what he looks like

• 😐😀😄😆🤣🤩😍🥰

• I'm sure he'll join you after a while

• After the karaoke is over, you will sit at the table again and he will give you plenty of water

• Yes of course you have to pee... He's a little worried so he'll come with you to the wc door and wait at the door.

• If he can find a lady around he will ask them to make sure you are okay or ask permission to enter

• Okay you're both safe and it's time to go home

• When you go outside, he will notice that it is cold and will take off his jacket and hug you tightly.

• Yeah you're still giggling

• But you don't have much energy anymore

• He will hold you tight and help you walk.

• The house is not far but you like to walk the streets swaying

• It kills him when you sweetly ask for a kiss every 5 minutes and say embarrassing things to him

• "I love the taste of your lips"

• "Y/n!"

• "Agh! Are you blushing? You're so cute, let me kiss you!"

• It was a hard walk...

• He doesn't want to go further because you're drunk, even if it makes him laugh when you get home and get even more smug and touchy.

• "You do not want me anymore?"

• He'll giggle and hug you tight.He knows now that you really need to sleep.

• When he realizes that you will almost fall asleep when you hug him, he will pick you up and gently lay you on the bed and help you put on your pajamas

• "I can take it all off if you want, do you like the view?"

• Laughing, he'll pinch your cheeks and stroke your hair

• "Now let's sleep"

• He will take off his own shirt and want to wear a t-shirt. But of course he'll laugh at your whistle while he is changing

• You being so flirty and sweet when you're drunk...

• Lots of sweet kisses and a tight hug

• It won't be long before you fall asleep and he will hope you wont have morning headaches...

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #oya high #oyakoh #oya high school #hanaoka fujio x reader #hanaoka fujio #fujio x reader #fujio hanaoka #fujio

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arielhopepeace · 2 years ago

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I fucking can’t with this quality 😮‍💨

Part Three

18+ only

Tw: smut (with Javier 🙂), more smut (not with Javier), talk of drugs, violence, prostitution, smoking

6,600 words

My eyes slide open, adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings as I sit up in the large, comfortable bed, gazing around the dimly lit room that smells faintly of smoke. The analog clock beside me says it's six in the morning, and I shake my head in disbelief. I never wake up this early. Most nights I don't get home until four.

I step through the slightly opened bedroom door, the creaking of its hinges making me wince as I continue treading across the carpet with my bare feet, enjoying the short, rough texture beneath them.

My gaze flicks over to Javier who's spread across his couch, laying shirtless and only in a pair of his black boxer briefs. His right arm is behind his head, stretching his torso, accentuating even more of his lean physique.

I'm distracted by his legs and their firm, yet slender appearance. His thighs look muscular, sprinkled gently with black hair. I imagine running my lips against them, pleasing him with my mouth as he gazes down at me with a slack jaw and hazy brown eyes.

"Shit," he jumps, starling me and my lewd thoughts. "I'm not used to having someone here."

"I'm so sorry," I gasp as I apologize profusely. "I'm sorry."

Javier sits up, rubbing his face as he chuckles. "No, I'm sorry for scaring you. I just wasn't expecting you to be standing there."

"I just woke up. It's really early. You can sleep in your bed until you have to wake up. I don't think I can sleep anymore."

He stands off the couch, walking into the kitchen with my eyes following him, watching his back muscles contort as he readies a pot of coffee. "No," he shakes his head. "I'm up now, it's okay. We should talk."

"About?" I ask, concerned.

"What your father said about his plan with the DEA. I need to give the recording I took last night to the embassy today."

My eyes widen. "You recorded the entire thing?"

He turns slightly, allowing me to see the profile of his face. "I left out the end once I realized what was happening."

Sheepishly, I press for more information. "But you listened to it?"

"I'm sorry, I had to. I had to make sure that was all."

I shrug my shoulders, acting nonchalant. "It's okay. I couldn't turn him down. He wanted to go to the bathroom with me, but he would've seen my wire and—"

"I would've come in guns blazing," he laughs. The coffee machine beeps, my eyes following him as he grabs two mugs. "You didn't really seem to want to say no, did you?"

"No," my throat tightens from bashfulness. "I care about him. And he's—"

"Hot?" he chuckles. "I think that was what you told him."

"Well, yeah," I giggle, "but he's also the first client to actually make me feel good."

Javier shifts, shaking his head. "We're getting off topic." He hands me a hot cup of coffee as he turns. "I don't have cream or sugar, sweetheart, I'm sorry."

"It's fine." I sip the steaming bitter drink, my eyes on his. "So, what's my next mission, then?"

He leans against the counter with one hand as the other guides his mug to his lips. "Are you willing to see your father again today?"

"Well, yeah, but he won't tell me anything. He never has and never will."

"Would your client?"

My brows furrow as I set down my cup. "I can't use him like that, Javi."

"It's not using him if he tells you freely. He very obviously cares for you, y/n. Just try to get it out of him. Your dad has already implicated himself for life for what he told you last night. I just want to know what he plans to do to us. We can't take him down just yet. He's not our biggest target."

"Escobar is," I nod. "I've met him and his comrades once. I had to service a few of them."

Javier shifts, sipping more of his coffee. "Escobar's dangerous, y/n. I don't want you going around him unless you have to."

"He almost never comes around anyway," I shrug. "I can go see my father in a few hours. I'll just say that I stopped over to get some sun by the lake."

He chuckles. "Yeah, I saw he lives on that hill. It looks nice."

"It's beautiful," I smile. "It's just him that ruins the entire place. We've only been in Colombia for a few months, but that's been my favorite spot to just be alone. It's relaxing."

"Have you seen Colombia's beaches?"

I nod excitedly. "Once, yes. They're beautiful. The ocean has always pulled me in. It reminds me of back home with my mom when we'd go to the beach."

"You're from Florida, right?" he asks softly.

"Yes," I smile. "God, I honestly hated it there. It was so fucking hot and infested with these fat ass fire ants that hurt like hell to get bit by. But nothing topped the beaches. Especially in The Keys where there's the bluest of waters, and the beautiful, vibrant fish beneath you as you swim."

Javier's head rests on his propped up hand as he listens to me, his dreamy brown eyes taking in every word.

"And my mom and I loved to go together. My dad always had some excuse not to join us, so it was our own special thing. I never realized until now that the lake reminded me of those times. Things were so much easier."

"How did she die?" he asks with a softened gaze.

"Cancer," I answer solemnly. "It's been less than a year that she's been gone. It just happened so fast and nothing could've saved her." My brows furrow with ire. "My dad didn't even cry. I feel like he was relieved when she died, like he was just waiting to come here to further his drug endeavors. I had no idea what he did until after she died. He was a lawyer over in the states and made good money, but I guess it wasn't enough."

"It never is for these people," he shakes his head, reaching his hand out to stroke mine that rests on the counter. "I'm sorry, y/n."

"You know, I haven't cried since she passed away. I never let myself." My eyes meet his, "Until last night. Thank you for being there for me. I don't normally cry, and especially not in front of strangers."

Javier laughs lightly, his thumb stroking the outside of my hand. "You deserve to have someone there to hold you. You've been through a lot, and you've gone through it all alone. I'm sorry you had to."

I shrug. "That's life."

"And we're not strangers anymore. You know me, and I know you."

"Almost everything you know about me was obtained through some sort of database. I only know that you're a damned good liar, and a DEA agent. Are you even from Chile?"

Javier laughs, flashing his charming smile. "I am from Chile. I grew up there and moved to Texas when I was really little. My parents really wanted me to be a doctor or lawyer, but I always wanted to be a cop. Being a DEA agent sounded like it was the best fit for me. I enjoy the action and saving people in the process."

"How admirable," I giggle. "I always wanted to do something really great with my life, but I never went to college. I worked as a barista before my dad yanked me out to Colombia to be a prostitute for extra income."

He shakes his head with disapproval. "After all of this, I'll personally make sure you can go back to the states and be whatever you want."

"I can't go back. I have nobody there waiting for me. Sure there's aunts and uncles somewhere, but I don't know them. How do I move on after selling my body for months on end? I had only slept with one man before I came to Colombia."

Javier's thumb still swivels around my skin. "One? Really?"

"What, does that surprise you?"

He chuckles shyly. "Well, yeah. You're—you."

"I'm me? What does that mean?"

Javier backs away, breaking the contact that I've throughly been enjoying. "It's just odd that a woman who thinks like you and looks the way you do, has only been with one person."

"I wasn't into just sleeping around. I fell in love once and slept with him hundreds of times, but it didn't feel right to sleep with anyone I wasn't in love with," emotion tears at my words. "But that's in the past. Sex doesn't have a lot of meaning to me anymore."

"It doesn't mean anything when you're with your mysterious client?" he smirks at me, his voice playful.

I giggle, shrugging my shoulders. "He's different. There's a connection there, I guess."

Javier smiles, nodding. "Sex is good regardless, but it's better when you actually care about the person."

"I see that. He's the first one I've slept with in Colombia that I've actually cared about. He's always been protective of me, and I never knew why."

"He likes you," he says as he walks away into his bedroom, my body immediately following him, "and it's not difficult to see why."

"You're sweet, Javi."

He bends down into his dresser, grabbing clothes for himself. "I'm honest," he chuckles, "well, I'm honest about everything except for my first introduction to you."

"It's fine," I laugh. "You did what you had to do."

"But I've meant everything else," he eyes me seriously. "All of it."

"So, you did want me?"

Javier sighs as he slides on a shirt. "Yes."

I look down to the floor, not able to gaze at him. "But not now?"

His feet make their way into my line of sight, forcing me to look up at him. "I still do."

He's so close to me that it makes me feel like I'm suffocating, and the only way to help me breathe is by attaching my lips to his. I go to lean in, but he stops me.

"You're living here, cariño. I don't want to make things complicated for you."

"For me?" I laugh. "My life stays complicated. You won't be hurting it, I promise you."

He chuckles, gripping my face with his right hand as he leans his forehead against mine. "I can't. You're my informant."

"You've never slept with an informant before?"

He's quiet for a moment, laughing slightly. "Okay, you got me there."

"Exactly," I say, my hands making their way around his midsection. "Take me, Javi. I want you."

"I'm sorry," he says quietly, stepping away from me. "I really can't."

With an exaggerated sigh, I walk away, landing myself onto the couch to sit with my arms crossed. My mind is buzzing with desire for Javier. He's the first man to ever tell me no, and it gives me a feeling that I don't at all enjoy.

After a rather long and tense morning with Javier, I drive to my dad's house with a wire once again taped to my chest. Steve dropped off some of my things before I left, allowing me to wear comfortable clothing instead of a tight dress like normal. I'm sporting a loose shirt and jean shorts, not wanting to be uncomfortable at all in an extremely uncomfortable situation.

Both Javier and Steve follow me to my father's house, my nervousness increasing at the both of them having to listen to my exchanges with Harry. Part of me wants to purposefully sleep with him just to get a rise out of Javier, but would it even work? Does he care enough to be jealous of hearing me with him?

I park beside my dad's car, stepping out to walk through the front door. To my surprise, my dad and Harry are directly in the foyer, looking just as off-guard at my entrance as I am at them being right in front of me.

"Y/n?" my father asks, Harry also eyeing me.

"Hi, I just stopped by to get some sun by the lake before I go in today. Is that okay?"

He nods. "Yeah, I don't care. I'm just surprised. You never come around this often."

"I guess I was just shook up by what happened and wanted to be by someone familiar."

My father sighs. "That's fine."

"Did you find someone to stay with?" Harry asks.

"Yes, one of the girls I work with."

"Will you write down the address for me?"

My eyes dart to the side. "Uh, sure."

My dad walks away. "Harry, I'll be in my office. Come talk to me whenever you're done."

Fuck, well his name is out to the DEA now.

"Will you come to the lake with me?" I ask him sweetly, giving the best begging eyes I can muster.

He smiles at me, clearly caving to my temptations. "Yeah. Just let me get some paper and a pen for that address."

"No, come with me first," I urge, not sure how to fabricate an address for him.

My hand reaches out for his and he takes it, both of us walking through the house and out the back door. We walk past the pool, my fingers gripping onto him as I practically drag him away.

"Y/n, slow down," he laughs. "What's so urgent?"

When we get to the lake, I'm immediately on him, twirling my tongue with his that tastes like toothpaste just as mine does.

"Darling," he says gently between kisses, "I can't be long. I have to meet with your dad."

"I'm worried about you," I say, doing my best to get information out of him. "My dad said you were going after the DEA. What did he mean? Is it dangerous?"

He pushes my hair behind my ear, smiling down at me. "Don't worry, it's okay. We'll be smart about it."

"I don't want you to hurt anybody."

"I won't. I can't say the same for your dad, though."

I shake my head, leaning in to his touch. "Why do you even work for him? You're such a good man. You can do so much better than this."

His brows furrow at me. "What else would you have me do? Work in a bakery back in England?"

"I don't care. I just don't want you getting hurt or in trouble." I pull his face to mine. "I care about you, Harry."

He kisses me sweetly, briefly tangling his tongue with mine. "I've always cared about you, y/n. You got dragged into this life and you don't deserve it."

"But you do?"

"I've done bad things, y/n. I've—"

I cut him off with a kiss, not wanting him to further incriminate himself. "Just shut up and kiss me."

My hands work at his belt, quickly sliding my right hand into his boxers to rub his length, feeling him harden in my palm. He slides off my shorts, going to lift my shirt off but I stop him, placing his hand between my legs instead.

"I want to taste myself on your fingers," I say breathlessly.

Harry lets out a small groan as he pushes my panties to the side, easing two fingers into me with a soft coo.

"You drive me insane, y/n," he grunts. "Can't believe how tight you are. Squeeze me every time, don't you?"

I nod, displaying my tongue for him to push his fingers against it.

He does just that, a throaty moan escaping me as I taste the tangy arousal on his skin.

"Lay down," I command gently, resulting in a small laugh from him.

He's on his back on the grass, his cock standing to attention above the lowered waist of his pants. I ease myself down, crying out towards the sky as he fills me, hitting that perfect spot inside.

"Fuck," he groans, making me clench around him. "Such a perfect cunt, baby."

I lean down and kiss him firmly, immediately riding him quickly with no abandon, his mouth slack as he groans. He puts his hands on my hips, but I grab them, moving them above his head and pinning them there.

"Let me please you," I say against his lips. "Just want to please you, Harry."

"God, that's all you do, y/n." His lips smush against mine.

"Don't even wanna cum this time," my voice breaks from how roughly I'm slamming my hips against him. "Just want you to."

"Jesus fuck," he groans, his eyes fixed on where we connect. "I love to watch you."

"Then watch me until you cum, baby. Watch how I take all of you."

Harry lets out a broken moan, his eyes briefly squeezing shut as I feel his cock twitch inside of me. "Fuck, y/n, I'm gonna cum."

I instantly hop off of him, dropping down to take him into my mouth, tasting my arousal on him as I feel his release spilling against my tongue and throat. His ringed hand grips my hair tightly as he cries out, his hips thrusting up a bit as he finishes.

I moan, swallowing him as I gently tuck him back into his slacks. "Nobody could ever fuck me as good as you do," I say purposefully, hoping Javier is still listening.

Harry gestures me up with a finger, a satisfied smirk on his face. "C'mere." He pulls me in for a tongue-filled kiss, shifting his body on top of mine. "You're amazing, y/n."

"You're just happy," I laugh, Harry joining me.

He nudges his nose against mine. "No, I mean it. In every way, you're amazing."

Guilt wells up in my chest and I feel my eyes begin to water, my head turning away from him in hopes he doesn't see. Javier broke the dam, and now the tears will fall whenever they please.

"Hey," Harry says with concern. "Look at me, what's wrong?" He gently turns my face to his.

"What are you doing to the DEA, Harry?" my voice breaks, tears sliding down my cheeks.

"Your dad wants to kill the two that came from America," he says solemnly. "I've advised against it several times, but he doesn't listen to me, obviously."

"Killing DEA agents is strictly forbidden. Is he an idiot?"

"Even Escobar said not to, but your dad is doing it anyway."

My mouth hardens, gazing up at Harry's beautiful green eyes. "Does he know where they're staying?"

"Not yet, but he's going to find out."

"How?"

"He's hoping to get someone inside. So many of the cops here are owned by Escobar, but none of them are owned by your dad yet."

I swallow, gripping onto his loose shirt. "Just promise me you won't get involved."

"What your dad does, I have to follow."

"No," I say firmly with emotion staining my response. "Please, Harry."

"What has gotten into you, baby? Why are you so worried?"

I turn my head as the tears flow, moving my body to sit up, sliding my shorts back on. "I have to go."

Harry stands from the grass. "Where are you going?"

"Work," I answer shortly. "Just please protect yourself, Harry. Promise me."

"Y/n, what are you talking—"

"Promise me!" I turn, tears staining my cheeks.

"If I don't go wherever he tells me to, he'll kill me, y/n. You know this."

"Then leave and don't come back. Get yourself out of this shit!"

Harry shrugs with softened, watery eyes. "I can't."

"Tell me that you won't hurt the DEA agents and that it'll only be my dad."

He goes to walk towards me but I back away.

"Say it," I say firmly.

"I won't hurt them," he nods his head. "I promise."

I lean up and give him one last kiss, my fingers fitting into his hair. "You better keep your fucking promise."

Harry goes to his wallet to give me money, but I stop him, shaking my head.

"What's wrong, y/n? I've never seen you cry before. Did something happen?"

With shaky hands, I lift up my shirt, revealing the wire taped to my body. "No, nothing happened," I answer flatly.

Harry backs away with an unreadable expression. He goes for the gun in his pants and pulls it out, keeping it pointed towards the grass.

We stand there staring at each other, my hand dropping the hem of my shirt as I keep my eyes on his gun.

"Please don't," I mouth, raising both of my hands up above me.

Harry looks around nervously, turning his head in all directions before looking back to me. "I'll keep my promise," he says firmly. "And you have to promise me something, too."

"What?" my voice shakes.

"That you'll keep yourself safe if I'm ever not around to protect you."

"I promise," I cry.

He swallows, sweat covering his face. "Can I walk you to your car?"

I nod, dropping my hands as he tucks his gun back into his pants.

We walk back to my car, Harry being behind me the entire time making me incredibly nervous. I'm expecting him to just shoot me in the back of the head, and everything will suddenly go black for me, but it doesn't.

I open my car door, carefully pulling off the wire to toss it inside and close it in.

"How could you?" he asks with hurt etched into his face.

"They trapped me," I say, ashamed. "But I never told them anything about you. I don't want you getting in trouble, only my dad. He's a fucking lunatic, Harry. Please get out of here."

He shakes his head. "It's too late! They've heard everything I've said, y/n!" he shouts. "I'm going to prison for the rest of my life."

"No," I cry, wrapping him into a tight embrace. "I'll try to have them cut you a deal or something. You're a good guy, Harry. You're not like the rest of them."

He reluctantly hugs me back, his hands falling around me. "Are you safe?" he asks lowly.

I nod into his chest. "I'm staying with one of the DEA agents since my apartment was raided." I look up to him with blurry eyes. "Please don't let my dad hurt him. If he finds out I'm there, he'll kill me too."

Harry sighs, taking my lips against his softly as he leans his forehead against mine. "God, I know. I'll never let him hurt you. I'd kill him before that happened."

"Please don't tell him anything, Harry. Please," I beg, gripping onto him tightly.

"Shh," he says gently. "I won't, baby. I won't." He sighs heavily, "I'm sorry you're wrapped up in this. You deserve better."

"It's not your fault, Harry."

"Thank you for telling me the truth," he kisses me again. "I'm happy you care about me."

"I care about you a lot." I shake my head, “I've done everything I can to keep you out of it, but you're right there in it. I'm sorry."

"You did your best, y/n. You're right, I shouldn't be involved. It isn't your fault."

"I can trust you, right?" I ask cautiously as I pull away from him.

"Of course you can," he says sincerely. "I'd never let anything happen to you. I just have a lot to think about."

"I still have to come around because of my dad."

He nods. "I know."

"And you won't want me anymore?"

Harry chuckles, pulling my face up in both hands to kiss me sweetly. "I'll always want you."

As I leave my dad's, I look in the rearview mirror, watching Harry disappear only for Javier's Jeep to appear shortly after. The wind whips through my hair, but I don't find the beauty in it as I normally would. I'm incredibly melancholy, wishing I could just fly myself back to the states where I would live homeless somewhere in Florida. I'd take that over this hell in Colombia any day.

At Javier's apartment, he looks inside my car, seeing the discarded wire in my passenger seat as he shakes his head, Steve following him as I step out.

Without saying a word, I walk into his place, Javier pacing back and forth as Steve gives me a disapproving look.

"Why the fuck did you take off your wire?!" Javier shouts, but I ignore him, closing myself in the bathroom as I start the shower.

I can hear faint shouting over the steady stream, my hands numbly stripping off my clothes before stepping in beneath the water, sitting onto the shower floor to let it run over me.

My knees are tucked up to my chest as I hold myself, feeling all of my emotions come pouring out of me, a sob breaking out of my throat. It's embarrassing how loudly I'm crying, and I know they can probably hear me, but I don't care. This is my time to just be alone and let it all out without anybody to hold me or tell me it's gonna be okay.

I'm not sure how long I'm sitting on the tub floor crying before a soft knock comes to the door, my eyes aching from my sobs.

"Hey, y/n," I hear Steve saying gently over the water. "When you get out, we have to talk. You're not in trouble or anything, we just need to go over a few things, okay?"

I don't answer, continuing to sit here feeling sorry for myself.

After I've actually mustered the strength to bathe myself, I get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body and leaving the bathroom. Steve and Javier both bounce up from the couch, their hands on their hips like two disappointed fathers.

"If you're gonna scold me, just fucking do it," I say bitterly.

"We're not gonna scold you," Steve says gently, looking over to Javier who looks beyond pissed off. "Right?"

He nods, his eyes dropping to the floor.

"We just want to ask you why you took your wire off."

"Because I told him I'm a rat," I shrug. "And I urged him to get the hell out of there."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, hijo de puta!" Javier shouts, walking away from Steve and I to move further into his living room.

"Why did you tell him?" Steve asks calmly, still not looking in the slightest bit thrilled.

"Because I care about him. He's not anything like the rest of the narcos. He could've shot and killed me when I showed him the wire, but he didn't. He said he'd rather kill my father than have anything happen to me. That's his boss!"

"He's just using you for an easy fucking lay, y/n!" Javier yells at me.

"Hey!" Steve turns to shout back at him. "Control yourself or step outside, Peña."

He shakes his head, continuing to pace behind Steve.

"Does he know where you're staying?"

"He knows I'm staying with one of you, he just doesn't know who or where. I wouldn't put you guys in danger like that."

Steve nods. "Okay, that's good at least. All we have to do is make sure that we can gather enough evidence before he buys someone out and they tell him where we're staying." He shakes his head, "I have a wife here, y/n. You can't be putting us in jeopardy like this just because you trust somebody. You can't trust these guys."

"I can trust Harry," I say firmly. "I know I can."

"Yeah and when one of us ends up dead it'll be on your fucking hands," Javier spits.

"All right, Peña, get out," Steve says firmly, turning to glare at him.

He shakes his head, sighing. "No, I want to know what else happened."

"That was it," I say with a scowl, my face softening once I turn back to Steve. "Can you cut him a deal at all? Please."

"I don't know, y/n. He's said some pretty bad shit."

"All I'm asking is for you to try, please. He can do time, but not life. He doesn't deserve it at all."

He sighs. "It would be up to the ambassador, and she might hate narcos more than anybody."

"Fuck," I curse. "Just please try, okay?"

Steve shrugs. "If I can get proof that he's not shit, then I'll see what I can do, okay?"

I nod. "Thank you."

"Am I able to leave without you being a fucking dick, Javi?" Steve asks sharply.

Javier nods, his eyes on the floor. "Go take the recordings to the office. It's up to you whether or not you'd like to edit the second one."

"Edit," Steve chuckles. "You mean, bypass all the sex? Sure, I'll see what we can do." He gives me a reassuring nod before he leaves, my lips barely twitching up into a smile.

"You put us all in danger, y/n," Javier says harshly. "What the fuck got into you, huh?"

I glare at him. "Harry did. Does that bother you, Agent Peña?"

"No," he says gruffly. "I don't care who you fuck."

"Yeah?" my eyes stay narrowed. "Tell yourself that when you're picturing me the next time you're getting off alone." I walk away into his bedroom, practically fuming with anger and frustration.

Javier charges into the room, making me turn to face him as his lips roughly seal to mine. A gasp catches in my throat, the irritation I feel still coursing throughout my body.

"You're a fucking brat," he says as he fumbles with his jeans, his mouth connecting to mine again.

Our tongues collide in a furious, heated battle, my hands pulling his shirt up and off his body.

"Shut up," I scoff, my brows furrowed angrily.

He yanks my towel off, tossing it to the side as his hands run up my back, twisting into my wet hair as our fiery kiss continues. I push down his briefs, feeling him kick himself out of them as we fall onto his bed, his weight pushing me into the mattress.

His tongue doesn't leave mine, his right hand sliding down my body to slip between my soaking folds, a small moan pushing past my lips.

"You're a mess," he grunts, rubbing my clit in quick, firm circles. "Tell me you didn't think of me when you fucked him today."

"I didn't," I lie, my eyebrows fitted together with pleasure.

"You're a fucking liar," he rasps, his lips pushing to mine roughly as he continues to rub me. "How badly did you want to moan my name? You wished it was my cock instead."

"No," I lie again, my mouth hanging open as my back arches towards him. "Fuck."

"You think I didn't realize that telling him nobody could fuck you better was for me? I knew it was for me the moment it left those pretty lips, baby."

"You're—" I groan, my entrance clenching around nothing, "fucking delusional."

He chuckles darkly, moving his fingers faster. "Don't cum then."

My eyes squeeze shut, my hips grinding against his fingers as he pleases me with expertise. "You can't make me, anyway."

Javier laughs lowly, his lips meeting mine with rough, aggressive passion. "You're lying to me and yourself, cariño. Give it up."

The way he rubs me feels so good that I squeeze my lips together to suppress my moan, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of pleasing me.

"God," I cry out involuntarily, my high barreling forward. My breathing becomes more ragged as my thighs begin to slightly shake, my orgasm at the very brink. "Fuck!" I pant.

Javier stops rubbing me, making me whimper out loudly as he gazes down at me. "Beg."

My brows fit together, my swollen, desperate clit throbbing in search of his fingers. "Javi," I breathe, my eyes meeting his.

They seem to have darkened, going from their deep brown to a treacherous black. "Fucking beg, y/n." He starts to rub me in slow, painful swirls.

"Fuck you," I curse, the pleasure of him touching me again twisting with the hurt of his pace.

He laughs, his tongue swiping up the shell of my ear as he teases me. "You are the biggest brat I've ever fucked in my life."

"You haven't fucked me—"

My words are cut off by Javier easing himself inside of me, our moans twisting together in a beautiful medley of pleasure. Tears spring to my eyes from the relief of him, but also from the way he stretches and fills me completely.

His hips move slowly, easily dragging out only to be pushed gently back in, keeping up with the devilish pace of his fingers. I'm in heaven and agony all at the same time, my fingers flying to his back to keep me grounded.

Javier kisses me gently, pulling away to rest his forehead against mine. "Feel so fucking good."

"Javi," I groan, my bud aching from the torture. "Please," I finally cave.

"Please what, baby? Tell me."

"Let me cum."

He smiles. "Who fucks you better?" His fingers pick up their pace.

"You," I mewl, writhing beneath him.

"Again."

"You do, Javi."

"I what, y/n?"

"You fuck me better!" I cry out, the sound of my arousal audible from his strokes.

"You're fucking right I do." He gives me a sharp thrust, sending a delicious ache through my stomach that makes me scream with pure, raw pleasure.

"Please," I beg, nearing my orgasm again. "Please fuck me harder, please."

Javier picks up his pace, his fingers sloppily rubbing me as the tip of his cock nudges that perfect, blissful spot inside of me that makes me clench down on his thick cock.

"Let me feel you, cum, y/n. You know I'm fucking you too good. Let it out. Show me how good I make you feel."

His words are my undoing, and I orgasm intensely, crying his name out into the room as my walls flutter around him, a strained grunt catching in his throat as he rubs me through my release.

"Such a good girl," he coos. "Sound so pretty when you cum. That was the only sound I could think about all night."

My nails unsheathe from the skin on his back, my body trembling beneath him as he moves his fingers away, wrapping his strong arms beneath me. He kisses me gently as his hips rock into me roughly, the sound of us meeting sending an echoing wet clap throughout his bedroom.

He runs his beautiful hooked nose along mine, the sweat from his forehead making my own skin become dewy. He holds me closely, fixing his lips to mine one last time before he pulls away, gazing down at me as his fingers dig into my hips.

"Take me so good," he groans with his head thrown back, adjacent with the ceiling. "Grip me so tight."

"Cum in me, Javi, please," I moan, my hands pawing at his chest. I need him closer.

"Oh, cariño," Javier grunts lowly. "You ever let anybody fill you up before?"

I shake my head, biting my lip. "No."

His thrusts speed up, his one hand on the side of my thigh as the other wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me up to kiss him as he leans down. His tongue drags along mine, our moans being caught in each other's mouths as I feel his hips stutter, his cock throbbing as he whines into the kiss.

I can feel every spurt into me, the hot release and the throb of him making me groan. My hands have returned to his back, his tongue twisting with mine as he lets out a long, satisfied sigh.

My thighs are trembling, his softening length still inside of me as he keeps our mouths together, his hand coming up to grip the side of my face gently.

"You're a pain in the culo, cariño."

I giggle, gazing up at him as his face pulls away from mine. "And you're a dick."

Javier laughs, withdrawing from me as he turns, laying beside me on the disheveled bed. "Yeah, I was jealous."

"Mhmm," I nod, slowly flipping to lay on my front. "As I thought."

He smiles, turning onto his side to press a soft kiss against my forehead. "I know why you told him. You're just trying to protect him because you care about him."

"I really do." I watch his smile fade a bit, and I lean over to fit my lips against his. "And I care about you a lot, too."

Javier flips me onto my back, his torso on top of mine as he slowly, sensually kisses me. "I care about you, too, y/n."

"Then don't fucking yell at me anymore," I tease, resulting in a small chuckle from him.

"I won't."

My eyes are on his, admiring their deep chocolate shade as I let out a sigh of contentment, taking in the beauty that is Javier Peña.

"What?" he asks with a smirk. "Are you wondering if I have another round in me?"

"Now I am," I giggle, Javier joining me. "But I was just looking at you. You're beautiful."

"That's the first time I've ever been called that," he cocks his head as he blinks at me with a smirk. "But thank you." He runs the outside of his finger down my cheek, stroking it gently. "You're stunning, y/n."

My eyes soften with sadness as I gaze at him, his own face soon reflecting mine. "What do I do about Harry? He's the only income I get without going to the whorehouse."

Javier's mouth fits into a hard line. "You do what you need to to keep up appearances. But don't do anything you're not comfortable with."

"I like Harry, but I don't want to ruin this with you."

He grins, kissing me gently. "It won't be ruined. I just might have Steve listen instead."

"Javi," I giggle, "no, I can't. I don't want to do that to you. I wouldn't want to hear you fucking someone else."

He shrugs. "It's okay, y/n. We'll just get through it."

"How many informants have you slept with?" I ask curiously with a smirk.

Javier sits up as he chuckles, going to the side of his bed to light a cigarette. "That's classified DEA information, sweetheart."

I crawl over to him, sitting behind him on my knees as I rub his shoulders. "So, that means all of them," I laugh.

He groans from my touch, leaning his head against my arm as he blows out some smoke. "Almost, yeah. I love women. Do you judge me?"

"Yeah, the prostitute judges you," I reply sarcastically. "No, Javi. I don't care. I love that you love women. It makes you more romantic than you'd like to admit."

"Ooo, don't know about that," he chuckles, inhaling another drag. "I'm forty and unmarried. That pretty much tells you how good I am with the whole commitment thing."

"It's not because of your job?" I ask, continuing to knead his shoulders. "Wait, you're forty?"

Javier cackles, a cloud of smoke coming out as he does. "Does that bother you?"

"No, actually. It's pretty hot," I tease, leaning down to nibble on his earlobe. "I knew you were older than me, but never would've guessed forty."

He turns his head to kiss me, his tongue tasting of tobacco. "One of the reasons I'm not married is because of my job, yes. But I also just never settled down enough to find someone, I guess."

"Well, maybe you will one day."

He chuckles. "Maybe."

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