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redflagshipwriter · 5 months ago

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Red Hot Ghouls 10 2/2

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Jazz’s roommate Tiffany was fine and all that, but Danny didn’t feel that he was missing out on much when he phased from the stairwell directly into the little ensuite bathroom that connected to Jazz’s bedroom. He could hear quiet conversation from the living room– the TV, maybe?

But Jazz had clearly locked her bedroom door before she left. Danny made a note that Tiffany definitely wouldn’t be finding him and then he starfished on his sister’s bed. He set an alarm for 1 am with a smidge of guilt. It probably wouldn’t wake her up. Maybe she wouldn’t even stay home for the night, she had a boyfriend, right? Or was she the one with the girlfriend who worked downtown?

Whatever. Danny slept like the dead. In fact, he slept through his alarm and woke up to see 7 messages from Jazz. The one showing on the screen was “DANIEL FENTON Tiffany thinks my bedroom is HAUNTED because someone is snoring in there.”

“Oops,” Danny said under his breath. He opened up the clock app and made sure that the alarm wasn’t going to go off again. He quietly pulled open Jazz’s drawers to find a clean pair of socks and a hoodie that didn’t have his university name written on it.

The first thing he pulled out was a baby pink hoodie that had SQUAT written on it in white all-caps print. “I sure do,” he said to himself, and changed into it. It was a lie. He did not lift weights. That was Jazz’s hobby.

He did enjoy the thought of how pinched her face was gonna get when she saw him in her clothes. Danny had a little chuckle over it before he phased back out and nearly fell down the staircase. His arms wheeled for balance.

When he caught himself he looked around to be sure no one saw. The zone was clear. Danny smirked.

“Another perfect landing for the Phantom.”

Oh, duh. That was a thought. He didn’t have to hoof it.

It was dark enough that he reconsidered his plan to walk to Arkham on foot and ducked back into Jazz’s place to transform where no one could see the light show.

He made good time across the stretch of ocean that separated Jazz’s dream job from the rest of Gotham City. He knew where to go, based off of insider information.

Jeremy Waters had landed himself in Arkham, rather than standard criminal housing, because he would not shut the fuck up about the debt the Ghost King was going to owe him and how he would repay it in the blood of everyone who crossed him or whatever. He was in the low security end, given that he was just some dude, but Danny still spend a moment steeling himself to wake Jeremy and (ugh) talk to him.

‘He’s going to take this as positive feedback,’ Danny thought glumly. ‘He’s going to think he’s gotten something in his obsession with me. He’s probably going to be even more annoying.’

He wasn’t entirely sure that Jeremy’s focus on gifting him spouses wasn’t projection. The guy was kinda obsessed.

The weight class difference between the two of them was just absurd, metaphysically speaking. Jeremy was a 52 year old Poli-sci graduate who had ditched a middle of the road career in the Foreign Service at age 40 and started pursuing immortality. Midlife crisis and all that. He had a bit of boxing experience, but that was it. He was just a human guy.

Danny was king of the dead and he could shoot lasers from his hands. He was strong even for a ghost.

‘It’s pathetic that he creeps me out still. It’s just such bad vibes to be pursued by this old guy who won’t take no for an answer.’

Still, gotta do what you gotta do. He blew frost into the room to set a mood and scramble the fuck out of any surveilance equipment. Then he grimaced his way through calling out, “Jeremy. Jeremy. Jeremy!” until the jerk woke up.

…and immediately started genuflecting. “My lord Phantom,” Jeremy whimpered. His whole body was shaking.

Danny wished it was fear. But no. It was excitement, like he was some freaky little purse dog. He shuddered. “What did you do differently in your latest summoning?” he asked. His voice somehow came out cold and superior.

He could see Jeremy’s dazed grin even when the guy was still looking at the cell floor. “I am so glad that you ask, my lord,” he babbled. “I increased the number of ritual participants from 7 to 12. I changed from Kosher to Pink Himalayan salt. I was initially going to offer my humble self as a sacrifice-”

Danny’s stomach lurched.

“But when the Red Hood burst in, I knew that it was a sign!”

The red what now?

“Surely someone whose aura is so soaked in death and brutality would be a flavorful meal for one so horrendous and deathly as you, my Lord,” Jeremy babbled on.

Danny made a face.

‘He thinks I’m going to eat the sacrifice spouse?’ Danny paused. ‘...Was he lying, or does he want me to eat him? What does he think will happen if death eats him?’

He had a morbid curiousity that made him want to ask. But it was probably best not to know. He needed to sleep at night.

“It was the Pink Himalayan salt that was powerful enough to draw my attention,” Danny told Jeremy, because he really didn’t need any good information. “I reject your offering. Stop trying.”

He left immediately in hopes of not hearing the wailing and gnashing of teeth behind him.

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ghostlywhiskey · 1 year ago

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Simon Riley (Priest AU) - Forgive me, Father.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,203

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ☆ Sacrilege, priest, mentions of prayer and common language used in confessionals - overall religious content that may upset some. Abuse of power. Mentions of being used and somnophilia. Cussing. Masturbation (Simon & reader).

Summary: After having improper thoughts weighing guilt on your mind, you decide to resort to confession. Simon has methods of how you can be forgiven.

Notes: Um, well, yeah. I’m not sure what to say. Writing this whole thing was a 'damn, Catholicism ingrained in me fr' moment from how I literally closed my eyes to remember how I would walk into church & what would be said in confession. Ha. Anyway. Minimal proofreading, I felt too dirty to re-read.

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You weren't a frequent churchgoer. After years of Catholic school, it all became tiring and felt almost forced at this rate, but you went for the holidays like Easter & Christmas - at your grandparents request to be fair.

But, old habits die hard and one day you find yourself pulling into the parking lot of the church. Maybe it was the Catholic guilt ingrained in you that drew you to go today.

The large wood doors creaked as you opened them and walked into the church. Every Catholic church looked the same to you - the stained glass, the architecture, the same old wooden pews either their original wood or coated in layers of white paint refreshed over the years. And every church you had ever been to was always so cold - why?

Every single move was like muscle memory. Your fingers dipped into the font that contained the holy water, quietly whispering as you did the sign of the cross and genuflected.

Your eyes scanned the church, noting the layout as you located the confessional. Once you entered and sat down, you rang the tiny bell to indicate your presence. Heavy footsteps outside getting closer as you heard the priest enter the other side of the confessional, the divider sliding open so you can only make out the figure through the tiny holes.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." The words are spoken in unison. His voice is clearer to you now as he only speaks now, "May God who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in His mercy." In response, you quietly whisper 'amen' in return.

Clearing your throat and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you prepare to speak. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was 5 years ago. These are my sins.." The list of sins are far more minimal in nature such as disrespecting your parents, gossiping, lying and so forth.

Then, you finally get to what has been weighing on your mind like a ton of bricks. "And impure thoughts.." Your words trailing off, the sound of the priest shifting on the other side noticeable from the close proximity despite the divider separating you both. "In order to truly know the severity, what do these impure thoughts include, my child?" He asks, your body tensing as the question catches you off guard. "Ah, regarding premarital sex acts, Father." You respond, fingers fidgeting with the rings on your hands. "Explain." This is all he says before the silence lingers in the small space before you speak again. "This is only to help your absolution." His voice urges you to continue, the words trying to ease you to come clean. “Well," Swallowing the lump in your throat, your cheeks burning from embarrassment despite your identity being unknown to him. "The thoughts consist of being used at will by a man. To be degraded and fucked until I'm begging for him to stop, but my whines only encourage him to continue. I don't want him to stop.” Your voice is strained, as if you're scared to admit it out loud. And truthfully, this was the first time you had admitted the thoughts out loud. Your thighs squeeze together as your brain digs deeper into the thoughts you’ve been suppressing for a few months now.

The sound of the priest clearing his throat pulls your attention back. “Surely that isn’t all, my child.” He says, and you shake your head in response even if he can’t see. “N-No. That isn’t all.” Rings spinning around your fingers as you continue to fidget from nerves. “Please remember, I need to know everything to offer you absolution.” Nodding, you swish spit in your mouth to coat the dryness to some extent and swallow.

“I-I think about being woken up in the night, the man already buried deep in me. My body doesn’t resist the feeling and clenching around him as my consciousness regains from sleep.” The heat between your thighs grows as you now shift in the seat, one leg moves to cross over the other in an effort to control the sensation.

The sound of a zipper coming undone is undeniable as your ears pick up on it, your lips parting slightly from shock as you process what’s happening on the other side of the confessional. “Father?” Your voice barely whispers, wondering if you acknowledge it, then he would stop. “Are these thoughts about anyone specific?” He mutters, his hand palming himself through his boxers. “No, just general desires, Father.”

He inhales a breath and exhales before he speaks. “Have you acted on these thoughts?” No, but you fucking wish. “No, Father.” And maybe it was your own thoughts warping, but you could have sworn you heard him mumble the words, ‘Forgive me, Father’.

On the other side of the confessional, unbeknown to you, the priest had now pulled his cock free from the constraints of his briefs. Biting back a groan, his hand comes up to his mouth as he quietly spits into his palm before he wraps it around himself. “For your penance, you must do exactly as I say, understood?” He speaks, his voice sounds low, demanding in a way.

“Understood, Father.” You reply, your chest rising and falling slowly as you anticipate what he is going to say next. “We must rid you of these thoughts. You need to release them.” He murmurs, his hand slowly pumping up and then down. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Oh my God. Like actually, oh my God. Your brain rings in your head, doing as you're told and spreading your legs. Hearing the movement, he continues to speak. “My child, what are you wearing?” The question is simple, your hand already sliding down to the exposed panties your dress reveals once your legs are spread. “Knee length sundress.” You respond, your head leaning back against the wood of the confessional as your fingers rub the fabric covering your already wet cunt. “Hmm, and I suppose that length is useless as your legs are spread. Exposing yourself like a good girl, but such a slut.” The word slut drips from his mouth like venom, the tone of his voice sending excitement through your body. “Slide the panties off.” He orders, and you obey as you reach for the waistband and slide them down to your ankles, shaking them off to the floor of the confessional. “They’re off, Father.” You whisper, glancing at the divider. Never in your life did you want to be seen more than in this moment. “Father Simon.” He corrects. “Call me Father Simon.”

“Father Simon.” You repeat the name he asked you to call him. A quiet groan travels to your side of the confessional and you can’t help but move your fingers to rub between your folds. The fact he was groaning to you just saying his title was causing your stomach to tie into knots. “What do I need to do, Father Simon?” You beg, wanting him to continue directing you. “Such an eager girl to be forgiven. You wouldn’t need forgiveness if you weren’t such a slut.” He hissed. “But you come into this confessional and speak of how you wish to be used. To be degraded. Do you think you can be forgiven?”

“I-I want to be forgiven.” Your fingers build up your excitement, teasing your folds as your fingers move to give your clit some attention as you rub it gently. “I’m sorry, Father Simon. I’m sorry.” You choke out, almost forgetting to breathe amidst the pleasure. “Just because you’re sorry does not guarantee forgiveness.” Simon’s own hand continues to pump his cock, his thumb brushes over the head as some pre-cum oozes out. “You sound stupid saying sorry. Saying sorry while I can hear your hand moving as you touch yourself. Take those fingers and fuck yourself with three of them.” The order coming out of his mouth leaves you breathing shakily.

“F-Father, three?” You ask in order to clarify his demand. “R-Right away?” You needed time to adjust, even with your own slender fingers it took time before you could even have two. “You heard me.” He responds, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Don’t disappoint me, sweetheart.” Simon’s hand starts to pump his cock faster, his free hand moves to massage his balls.

While you’re already wet, just to be sure you take your index, middle and ring finger to your lips. Your mouth wrapping around the fingers, sucking and swirling your tongue to coat them in saliva. Pulling them away, you carefully position them, teasing your entrance before you push into yourself. Your free hand covers your mouth as you feel them stretching you slightly. A moan muffled by your hand is the additional sound mixed with your fingers starting to pump in and out of you, the wet stickiness filling the confessional. “Oh, sweetheart. You must look so beautiful spread out fucking yourself with your fingers.” Simon coos through the divider, his breaths shallow. “I wish I could bury my cock into that wet, tight cunt. Let me hear you pray to God for that.”

Closing your eyes as he speaks, you imagine the priest grabbing your hips and forcing himself into you, despite having no idea of his appearance. Your head against the wood of the confessional again as you try to hold your moans in even with your hand over your mouth, scared if anyone else were to enter the church they would hear you both behind these curtains. “I don’t hear you.” Simon growls, glancing at the divider to barely see the movements of your hand as your body moves in response. “G-God, please. I want Father Simon’s cock.” He hears you whimper quietly, a grin forming on his face. “Oh..such a good, good girl.” Simon’s voice acknowledging your compliance. Your fingers curl inside as he praises you, allowing yourself the small reward. “Father Simon, I-I’m so wet.”

“Mmph..those pretty little fingers must be slick with your juices.” Simon’s own head leaning against the wood of the confessional now, eyes closed as he pumps his cock faster and pushes down hard. The image of his cock disappearing in between your folds making his thoughts spin. “Keep pumping those fingers. We need to make you cum. Release the thoughts that are rotting your brain.” Simon’s teeth grit together, a soft hissing sound coming out as his pump down puts pressure on him.

Not trusting yourself, your hand is back on your mouth. The sound of your wet cunt getting pumped with your fingers fills both your ears and Simon’s, the squishing sounds push him closer to his own release. And for you, the thought of his cock instead of your fingers pulling you closer to the edge before you jump off and release. Whimpering into your palm, you clench around your fingers and pump a few more times before releasing around them. Your thighs immediately squeezing shut as you try to control your shaking. “S-Simon.” You cry softly, lips parted as you pant softly. “F-Fuck.” He groans, the hand not pumping his now cum covered cock fists and hits the confessional wall. The release that had been building up in him for months now.

“In addition, you leave your panties behind. Along with that, I expect you to recite twenty Hail Mary’s and twenty Our Father’s after your release. Make an act of contrition.” His voice strained from his recent climax. Dazed from your own climax as well, the words come out of your mouth without hesitation, “My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good…” Pausing for a brief moment, you swallow a lump in your throat. “I have sinned against You, whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with Your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior, Jesus Christ, suffered and died for us. In His Name, my God, have mercy. Amen.” After the words leave your lips, you catch your breath again.

The sound of Simon readjusting and zipping himself up is the only sound you hear in response. “F-Father?” You say softly, awaiting for him to absolve you. “My child…” Simon’s voice sounds like it did when you first sat in the confessional. “God cannot give you pardon and peace as of today. Therefore, I cannot absolve you of your sins. Come back in five days after I’ve had some time to rest and ask God for a final answer.”

And with that, the sound of footsteps fill the church once more, followed by the door to the sacristy opening and closing indicating he would not be seen by you when you left. The response leaves you stunned for a few moments, before your legs get the strength to stand up and exit the confessional. The hand you didn’t use to finger yourself gently dips into the font as you leave, the sign of the cross spoken softly as you walk out.

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fieriframes · 8 months ago

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[Give myself as a sacrifice and genuflecting ghost, I kiss the floor yet, rise, my love, show me paradise. Nothing seems so simple anymore that people could take wrong turns.]

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todayontumblr · 1 year ago

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new sufjan out today :)

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solitablvd · 25 days ago

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Read My Mind

**Minors DNI**

chapter six

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Pairing: Demon!Javier Escuella x Female Reader

A/N: Thank you for reading :) I appreciate the love Warnings: NSFW, pure smut tbh, unprotected p in v, female reader, brat Javier Escuella idc

Word Count: 2.5k

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chapter six:

With his arm wrapped around you and your head placed on his chest, Javier kept his eyes on the ceiling as your breathing steadied into a slow rhythmic pattern while you fell asleep.

He slowly caressed your body while he slept. He closed his eyes in frustration, with his mind racing he wished he was able to sleep just to put his mind to rest. The past few days had been extremely confusing for him. He was having feelings he had never had before he met you.

Even now, he was laying here at your side with no thought of leaving you. This wasn’t normal for him. He hadn’t felt this way for anyone else, if he could even explain what exactly he was feeling. All he knew was that when he was with you he felt a tugging in his chest and a need to be with you for as long as he possibly could.

And that scared him, frankly. He wasn’t supposed to want you this bad, not like this at least. He felt caught up between lust and— he couldn’t even say the other word.

At the thought he shifted uncomfortably beside you, slipping away from your side and hooking his legs over the side of the bed. He reclothed himself with ease and rested his head in his hands in frustration. Everything was wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way. Just hours ago he was feeling jealous over some stupid mortal. Before that he was reading that romance novel in the library and couldn’t stop himself from thinking about you. Everything felt backwards to him.

He knew how you felt, but he couldn’t let you say it out loud. Then it would be all too real.

And that kiss? That kiss. His fingers brushed lightly against his lips, tracing the ghost of your touch. He hated how much he enjoyed it, how soft your lips felt against his. He wanted more of it so bad, but could do nothing of it. Not without consequences.

He looked over to your still, sleeping figure. He took a deep sigh. He remembered what he had read from one of your books, a leap of courage is what it would take. He felt scared at the thought, which was new for him. He had been having a lot of new feelings lately, since he met you.

He leaned over to you, reaching his hands around your neck to unclasp the necklace. With the locket in his hand he took another deep breath.

In an instant he vanished from your room, his surroundings replaced with a dark hallway. The hallway was lit only by a few torches against the stone wall. The air felt thicker down here, but he was accustomed to the feeling. He began making his way down the familiar hallway, ignoring the distant wailing and chain rattling coming from the closed rooms he was passing.

He gulped as he thought of his possible fate. He had never heard of anyone doing such a thing before. Falling in love was the last thing he was supposed to do, but he didn’t do it on purpose. He just felt this never-ending need to be with you at every moment.

He could feel the heat from the room as he neared the end of the hallway. He placed his hand on the metal knocker, but didn’t move. He froze, staring at the large door’s elaborate carvings while he gave a final contemplation to his next actions. He had to be sure this is what he wanted.

Finally, he gave three knocks before positioning himself upright behind the door. The locket was still firm in his hand as the door slowly opened itself. He stepped into the throne room, following the narrow path surrounded by a seething river of fire below. He approached the looming, massive throne crafted from jagged bones, keeping his breath calm. Seated upon the throne was a large, familiar, grinning figure.

He stopped at the steps of the throne, kneeling down in a genuflecting motion. He looked back up at the figure, knowing his face was ridden with the reflection of his uncertainty.

“Javier,” The overseer nodded, accepting his sign of respect, “What brings you to the throne?”

“Sir…” Javier began, looking down at the locket in his hands. He stared at the garnet stone as his voice trailed off. He briefly closed his eyes, seeing you in his mind’s eye. The feeling was still there. He knew he was doing the right thing.

The overseer looked down upon him, not saying a word at first.

Before he knew it, the locket disappeared from Javier’s hands. He looked up quickly to see it had appeared in the overseer’s large grasp.

The locket dangled from his fingers as he examined it before looking back at Javier with dark eyes, “You’ve grown weak, Javier. Look at you, groveling like some mortal. Over what? A girl?”

“She’s more than that. She’s— she’s more.” Javier spoke, growing defensive, but not wanting to say too much.

“More?” The looming figure gave a sinister laugh as Javier’s eyes betrayed him. He continued, his words dripping with mockery, “Maybe you need to spend another 50 years in this trinket, or better yet, you’ll stay here. You clearly are not fit to fulfill duties above ground.”

“No— I need to be with her.” Javier protested.

“No?” The overseer growled, standing from the throne.

He slowly stepped closer to Javier’s knelt down body, demanding, “I want to hear you say it. Say you love her.”

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You woke up with a jolt, feeling as though you had caught yourself from falling. You sat up quickly, looking to the empty spot beside you where Javier had been laying. He was gone. Your eyes scanned the room, the illumination of the rising sun seeping through your window just enough for you to see. He was nowhere to be found.

You opened your mouth to call for him, freezing as you instinctively reached for the locket around your neck, feeling nothing but your bare skin.

You look around the bed quickly, seeing if it had fallen off anywhere, keeping the thin blanket draped around your body. The thought that Javier left with the necklace briefly crossed your mind, but you didn’t want to think about it. Maybe kissing him had been a mistake. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way you did.

“Javier?” You called softly, your voice trembling slightly.

A beat passed before he finally appeared. As if he had been dropped into your room, he fell with a hard thump. You looked down at him from your bed, puzzled as he had never had an issue with teleporting before. Still, you were relieved to see him.

“You’re here,” You let out a relieving sigh, admitting, “I thought you were… gone.”

Javier looked up at you. Though, his eyes seemed different somehow, as if they were lighter than their usual color.

He seemed to contemplate his words, but as he opened his mouth to speak, you interrupted, “Wait, how are you here right now? I mean, the necklace— it’s missing.” You explained.

Javier, standing from his spot on the floor, reached into his pocket. From it he held the locket delicately in his hands. You moved to reach for it, but he popped the trinket open, revealing the garnet stone, once smooth, had now been shattered.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What happened?”

Javier sat at the edge of your bed, facing you. If you could read his mind you would have heard him giving a quick ‘speak from the heart’ mantra to himself. You looked down at the shattered garnet, then back up to Javier.

As your gaze connected, the pieces all seemed to fall in place, “Does this mean you’re not a…” Your voice trailed off.

With a deep breath, he finally spoke, “I care about you. Which is strange because I’ve never cared about anyone before, not how I care about you. I’ve never understood love. I’ve helped others find it, but I’ve never fully understood it myself. And you— you’ve been looking for love and I’ve been helping you, but I—”

“What are you trying to say?” You interrupted his nervous rambling.

He took a deep breath before finishing, “Stop searching.” He pressed his lips against yours, caressing your cheek with one hand and wrapped around your waist with the other.

You immediately kissed him back, moving your lips against his. His kiss was sweet; delicate, as if he was being hesitant with every one of his movements. You felt a rush of warmth as you mirrored his rhythm, placing a hand on his cheek to let him know you felt the same way.

You pulled back to catch your breath, your heavy breathing matching his. The two of you were silent for a moment. You wanted him, but not in the same ways you’ve felt before. This time, you wanted him forever. You wanted to wake up beside him every morning and fall asleep in his arms every night, for as long as time would permit.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, being now unable to read your mind.

“I’m in love with you.” You smiled, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you were finally able to truly express how you felt.

Javier felt his world come together. He wasn’t entirely sure what a loving life with you would look like, but he knew he wanted that with you. “I’m in love with you, too.”

He pressed his lips to yours once more, melting into your kiss as you let yourself fall against him. The thin white blanket left little to imagination as it continued to slip off your body with every movement as you pulled him onto you. His kiss grew in passion as he grew comfortable with the sensation of kissing you. He never thought he’d be in a position like this: where he had given up everything for someone, not just anyone, someone he loved.

He followed as you guided him on top of you, positioning himself between your legs; you could feel he was already hard against you. His lips left yours to catch his breath; he sat up on his knees in front of you, and for the first time he began to manually undo the buttons on his shirt. He fumbled slightly with the studs, having not had to do this before. You stifled a laugh below him, finding his need to adjust slightly entertaining.

“I’ll help,” You spoke, sitting up slightly to help him with his shirt. He gave a smile as you helped push his shirt off to reveal his upper half. You then leaned back as his hands worked to undo his belt. You took in his sight, biting your lip as you watched him undress.

Once he tossed his clothes onto the floor below, he moved back towards you, smiling as he pressed his lips sweetly to yours once more. It was as though he couldn’t get enough of your taste. The kiss grew in intensity, your tongue beginning to swirl around his. Keeping his lips connected with yours, he moved his hand between the two of you and down to your cunt. You moaned against his mouth as he brushed his fingers over your entrance. He gathered your slick on his fingers before he began to slowly massage your clit. You ran your fingers through his hair as you gave another tight moan against his lips.

You moved one hand down, wrapping it around his length, giving him a tight squeeze as flicked your wrist slowly. He groaned against your lips as your thumb brushed over his tip. He massaged your wet heat quicker as he grew in desperation for you, dipping his hand lower to slip his finger into you. He pulled away from your lips, resting his forehead on yours. The two of you held each other’s gaze, panting as you continued to pleasure one another.

He bucked himself into your hand, urging you to jerk him off faster. When you did, he gave a small moan, pressing his lips against your jaw and leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck where he began to lightly suck on your skin. He hand moved to massage your breast while the other held him in place above you. With him in your hand, you positioned him at your entrance, guiding him as he pushed himself fully into you.

He melted against you, telling himself to go slow. He wanted this to last as long as possible. He wanted to hold you for as long as he could. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders as he began to find a rolling rhythm. With every slow thrust you let out a light gasp, moaning as his lips found yours once more. Being able to kiss him like this felt blissful, your tongues intertwined while you grinded against him to encourage his pace.

He nodded, quickening his pace for you, but not moving his lips away from yours. You hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into you and shuddering with a moan at the sensation. You cupped his cheeks, deepening your kiss. You could feel a tightening in your stomach as you got closer and closer to your high.

Your moans against his lips grew desperate and your kiss became messier. Your back arched as you trembled underneath him, moaning his name against his lips as the wave of ecstasy crashed over you. He gave a content hum, smiling and giving you a quick peck as you came. Feeling you clench around him was enough to send him over the edge. He gave a few final thrusts before quickly pulling out of you, taking himself in his hand and giving a quick flick of his wrist as he came on you.

The two of you laid there for a moment, panting against each other. He lifted himself off of you, giving you another quick peck, “I really do love you, you know? I didn’t think I could love anyone, but when I’m with you, I just know.”

His sincerity made your heart swell. You nodded, keeping your gaze on him as he moved to clean the mess he left on you. Once finished, he moved back to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around you and placing small, delicate kisses on your soft skin. You didn’t realize that he could be this sweet.

The two of you laid in each other’s arms. Javier was partially grappling with the fact that this was his new reality, and you were cherishing being able to truly be with him. Neither of you could help but beam at the new feeling. He placed another passionate kiss against your lips, seemingly not being able to get enough.

You smiled against his soft lips and for the first time, you knew exactly what he was thinking.

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