#I couldn’t think of a good para name

[iron-magee-giant]

Rolling Out The Tattered Carpet || Ratt

Cleaning out an abandoned, blown up science building was definitely much harder than they both could’ve expected. However, they also both knew that the campus had little to no hangout spots where they could let loose, have a little fun without the stress of supervision over them. We’re they missing the point why they needed that supervision in the first place? Of course they were, but that didn’t let it stop them from coming into the lot a few hours for the past couple weeks to get it looking nicer slowly but surely. Today, it seemed like they finally hit their mark. “How’s this look?” Ryan asked after doing some hard labor and moving a couch he found into one of the less torn up classrooms with greenery around it.

@little-ikea-waldo

[lowkeyerror]

Congrats on Your Divorce

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Notes: Requested, fluff & smut, librarian!reader, divorced!Wanda, smut, fingering, thigh-riding, cunnilingus

Summary: You befriend Wanda, a regular at the library you work at, after learning about her divorce. The friendship becomes something more one day when you come over to help her with her sick kids. As your relationship progresses you even talk about buying a home together, which leads to a physical manifestation of how much you love each other.

An: It took me awhile because I got a little carried away. I hope I did your request justice 🙇‍♀️.

Masterlist

You enjoyed the mundane lifestyle that came with working at the library. There was a comfort that came with knowing that you worked in something of a community center. Being able to provide a service that for some was the highlight of their day. In this day and age having regulars at the library was a rarity, especially the adults. Kids would come after school for homework or for research purposes, but the adults were few and far between.

Technically it may have been weird that you had a favorite but you couldn’t help yourself. There was a woman named Wanda, she’d come once a week ask for a recommendation and sit there the whole day and read it.

She’d always make a comment or two on the book on her way out and it made you smile. It was good to know she appreciated your picks. Though there were other staff members she only really asked you.

When she missed one week, you found yourself discouraged. One week turned to two and so forth until it had been a month since you saw the woman.

“Y/n, it looks like your regular is back. She might need a little assistance,” one of your coworkers approaches you.

“What are you talking about?”

They give you a look that says ‘seriously’, “Ms. Recommendations, she’s in the non-fiction section looking a little worse for wear.”

You nod and make your way over to the section. There you find Wanda. Your coworker was not exaggerating. She looked so fragile as if she was just waiting for the tears to fall. She was staring at the books, but it was easy to tell that she wasn’t really reading anything.

“Looking for anything in particular,” you say softly, trying not to startle her.

She seems to snap out of her trance enough to try and answer you, “No, not today.”

It felt like she was speaking on autopilot. If it were another guest, you would’ve let her be, but this was Wanda. Perhaps it was a bit para-social but it felt like you knew her better than the average customer.

“I- I don’t mean to overstep, but are you alright?”

She lets out a tired sigh, “That obvious?”

You attempt to back track, “No… uh it’s just I haven’t seen you around in a while."

She looks away for a moment, “ Yeah, I um got a divorce. So I’ve been a hermit as of late.”

“Oh, congratulations.”

Wanda can’t help but laugh at your words, “Most people have been saying they’re sorry to hear, but congratulations? It’s kind of refreshing.”

You shrug, “Well I don’t think divorce is always a bad thing. It’s hard for sure, but it’s better than staying in a situation you don't deserve.”

“What if I was in the wrong?’ Her eyes are glued to the floor as she speaks.

“I may be overstepping again, but I doubt that's the case. You don't seem like the kind of person,” your tone doesn't make her argue, instead a look of relief crosses her face.

“I'm not,” she says taking a deep breath.

You smile at her, “Then it’s their loss.”

She smiles back at you, “I guess you’re right.”

Glad to have made her feel even a little bit better, you begin to leave the aisle she's in. You dint get far before there’s a gentle tug on your wrist. You turn back to stare into Wanda’s warm green eyes.

She’s nervous as she speaks, “I don’t know if I’m too old to be doing this, but fuck it. I could really use a friend right now and I was wondering if you’d be open to getting coffee or something, whenever you’re free.”

You stare at her for a few seconds before nodding, “I’m off in about 15 minutes, there’s a café a few blocks over that I think everyone should try at least once.”

Her excitement builds up in her features. She clears her throat to hide it, “I’ll wait for you by the YA novels?”

“Sounds perfect.”

From that day on Wanda wasn’t just a regular customer anymore, she was your genuine friend. She was also one of the sweetest people you had ever met in your life. She was unbelievably strong too.

The details of her divorce were quite messy. A touch of infidelity here and there, mixed with a custody agreement was a recipe for disaster.

You always offered to be there in any way you can’t for. She usually turns down your more serious offers for help, and sticks to fun small outings. You can tell that she’s somewhat embarrassed by her situation, but you don’t think there’s anything she should be embarrassed about.

“Y/n, I know I said I was free to go out today, but Tommy is sick and Billy isn’t doing that great either, can I give you a rain check?”

She called you and you could hear the tiredness and distress in her voice, “Let me come over and help you, Wands. Two sick kids is rough work, I know you could use a hand.”

She’s silent on the line, but the coughs and sinus filled conversation doesn’t stop.

Wanda sighs, “Okay, do you think you can bring me some medicine? I’ll text you some ingredients I need for soup too if that’s alright?”

“Whatever you need, I’ll see you in a bit,” you say simply.

You follow through on your word picking up various cough, cold, and fever medicines along with some cough drops. You nearly forget about the stuff for the soup, until Wanda texts you something she left off the ingredient list. After picking up everything you head to her house.

You’d been to her house before, but never when her kids were there. You had seen them with her a few times at the library, but back then you didn’t quite deduce that they were her children. It feels so obvious now, but Wanda was definitely a young mom in your opinion, or at least she looked like one.

You rang the doorbell and waited with the groceries in your hand. It took a moment but eventually the door swung open revealing Wanda. Though your hands were full, she’s the one who had bags under her eyes. She looked as though she would fall over any second.

“You’re a godsend Y/n,” she tries to take the bags from your hands but you don’t let her.

“And you’re sick too, here I figured this would happen,” you rummage through the bags and pull out a medicine that’s for adults.

“It’s drowsy.”

You nod, “I know, I figured you need the rest anyway, let me handle its.”

Wanda shakes her head, “Are you crazy? You think you can handle my two kids and me on your own?”

You smile at her, “You underestimate me, Maximoff. Let me show you what I can do.”

“We’ll see, but first come meet them properly.”

You sit the bags down in the kitchen, opting to take the medicine upstairs with you. She takes you to their room.

Tommy is propped up in his bed watching as Billy plays videogames from his spot on the floor.

“Tommy, Billy, this is my friend Y/n. She’s going to help us out today,” Wanda introduces you.

“The library lady,” Billy sounds congested as he speaks.

You nod your head enthusiastically, “ Yep, that’s me. I heard you boys were sick, so I brought some stuff to make you feel better.”

Tommy gags, “Ew medicine.”

You sympathize with him, “Ew is right, but it’s worth it I promise. In fact, I’ll sweeten the deal, you guys take your medicine, and I’ll make you the best soup of your life in return.”

“Better than mom’s?” Billy questions.

“ 1 million times better,” you egg him on.

Tommy is more hesitant, “I don’t know.”

You get closer to him, crouching so you can meet his level, “How about when you’re feeling better, we go out to the arcade and get some ice cream too.”

That seems to be enough for the boy, “That sounds awesome.”

While you’re chatting with them Wanda starts to prepare the medicine cups for the boys. They take the medicine with all the dramatics that children do.

“Ok, we’ll be back to check on you guys, shortly. Billy, get some socks baby. Tommy stay under the covers sweetheart."

The both of you exit the room and head back down the stairs. Wanda moves to start unloading the groceries, but you stop her.

“If you’re not going to fully rest, at least sit. I can make the soup,” you point to the barstools she has in her kitchen.

“Are you sure? I can help-"

You block her from opening the next bag. She looks into your gaze, which holds no feeling of malice or resentment. Instead she finds a warn and tender look behind your eyes.

“I’ve got it.”

She listens to your directions and takes a seat

She watches as you prep the ingredients, ever so often asking where she keeps certain things. Otherwise there is a fluid motion to your movements in the kitchen.

“You know you don't have to take them to the arcade just because they took the medicine, right?”

You pause slightly from chopping vegetables to look up at her, “I probably should’ve asked if it was okay with you first, but I don’t mind taking them. They seem like good kids, which isn’t a surprise at all considering they’re your kids.”

She beams at your words, “They’re a little more docile in this state, but they can be a handful at times. We haven’t really had a big outing like that since the divorce, I’m sure they’d appreciate it.”

“Then consider it done, as soon as they’re better let me know. We can all go out and have some fun.”

Wanda can’t help the feeling she gets hearing you talk so nonchalantly about going out with her kids. It’s something like a spark, that she hasn’t felt in a long time. She takes this time to really look at you, you’re stunning. Truth be told Wanda had always found you a little attractive, but she wrote it off as you just being conventionally good looking. However now, with you standing in her kitchen cooking for her and her kids. She’s starting to think it’s more than that.

“Do you like children, Y/n?”

“I have a soft spot for kids, it’s partially why I chose to work at the library. I had kind of a rough upbringing as a kid. It was just me and my mom, and money wasn’t all that great, but I remember her taking me to almost all the community events they hosted at the library. We spent a lot of time there. When I was old enough to go on my own, it was rare that I didn’t go. The library is such a haven for kids it’s one of my favorite things about it.”

Wanda felt herself melting under the sincerity of your words, “That’s really sweet.”

You start cooking down the vegetables before you answer, “Yeah, if I wasn’t so crazy about the library, I would’ve been a chef. I actually applied to a few culinary schools in high school, pretty ambitious but I had won a few competitions. I had offers and full ride scholarships to some of the best schools out there, but I chose to become a librarian instead.”

Wanda tilts her head to the side playfully, “So you weren’t just talking shit when you said you’re going to make a soup 1 million times better than mine.”

You laugh, “Technically I’m using the ingredients that you told me to get, so it’s more like our soup. I’m just tweaking a few measurements and cooking it a little different. It’s like a group project, if you will.”

Wanda laughs even harder, “You’re so full of shit.”

“Language, there are children present.”

Wanda rolls her eyes, “They’re upstairs."

“Children have super good hearing Wanda, trust me, I’m a librarian.”

She shakes her head with a small chuckle. She watches as the soup comes together a lovely aroma fills the kitchen, her mouth waters at just the smell.

“It smells delicious.”

You motion her over to the stove next to you. She scurries over, which makes you smile. She looks utterly adorable and ethereal at the same time. You began to notice it over the last few times you had hung out. Wanda was simultaneously the cutest and the most beautiful woman, you think you’d ever met in your life

“Taste,” you hold a spoon full of soup up for her.

She hesitates a little, but decides to just eat from the spoon while you hold it. Her eyes close as the flavors dance on her tongue. She lets out an involuntary moan, that has her blushing as soon as it leaves her mouth.

“Oh my god, that’s the best soup I’ve ever had in my life,” Wanda stares at you in awe.

“I hope the boys think so too.”

Wanda helps you fill the bowls for them, “They’re going to love it.”

True to her words the boys devour the soup going as far as to ask for seconds. Neither of you can deny them another bowl. Once they eat, you can see the food working in tandem with the medicine to tucker them out. Before they’re completely out of it you and Wanda get them ready for bed.

It feels more normal than either of you expected. By the time you’re done, both twins are now in bed. The tv plays something at a low volume, but you and Wanda are both aware that the kids will likely be asleep as soon as you leave the room.

When you leave you head back to the kitchen fixing 2 more bowls of soup for Wanda and yourself. You eat amongst each other with small chatter, but it’s comfortable. When you’re done, you almost have to fight Wanda to allow you to do the dishes.

She pouts, once again sitting at the barstool watching you clean.

“You haven’t let me help this whole time,” she whines.

“I’m here to help you, not the other way around,” you remind her.

Wanda places her hands on her hips, “But if you’re doing everything, what am I supposed to do?”

“Just sit there and look pretty,” you say without thinking.

Wanda feels her face heating up, losing track of how many times it has happened today alone, “Look pretty, huh?”

You can feel your ears heating with embarrassment, “oh I- well.”

“Oh my god are your ears turning red, that’s literally adorable. Are you flustered, Y/n?” Wanda teases.

You glare at her with faux-anger, “My ears? Your cheeks are just as red.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

You wash your hands, quickly drying them before approaching her. You keep walking until there is virtually no space between the two of you. You look down at her, you don’t stop your eyes from dropping to her lips.

“Oh really?”

She looks up at you, her cheeks indeed, red like you had mentioned.

“And if they were?”

“Maybe I’d say that it’s adorable,” you use her words against her. “Or maybe…”

“Maybe what?” Her eyes dart to your lips.

You look back into her eyes, “Maybe, I’d kiss you.”

“I’d like that.”

That was all you needed to hear. She met you halfway and, in an instant, you were kissing. Your hand rested on the small of her back, while her hands locked around your neck. It was cliché but it was cute. The kiss itself was respectable, but still filled with a feeling of longing.

Wanda’s hands drop from your neck to lightly push you back, “I’m divorced with two kids Y/n-"

You stop her before she can even rant, “I know, Wanda. I’ve been here, maybe not the whole time, but most of it. I don’t care that you’re divorced and I’d love to get to know your kids. I’d love to get to know you better.”

“I feel like you already know me, Y/n. We’ve been friends for over a year now. We’ve spent so much time together, I’m just surprised you’re not tired of me yet.”

You take her hands in yours, “I could never get tired of you. I’m quite literally asking for more. Let me take you out some time.”

“Are you sure?”

It’s bold, but you place a quick kiss on her lips, “Positive."

From there things just seem to fall into place. You kept your promise to the boys, taking them out when they recovered from their sickness. Wanda was impressed by how well you mingled with them considering her ex always seemed to struggle to relate. However you, had no problem tapping into that childlike like amazement that the kids felt.

Soon after that outing, you and Wanda went on your first real date. You took her out to a nice restaurant. It was an upscale establishment, the prices weren’t even on the menu. Wanda tried to fret about how she didn’t know if she deserved this kind of treatment, but you always reassured her.

You believe she deserved the best and as long as you could give it to her you would.

It only took 4 dates before you asked her to be you girlfriends, not being the best at waiting. Luckily for you she agreed and truth be told if you would’ve asked her on the first date she probably would’ve said yes then.

At this point you’ve been dating for a little over a year. The twins are with their father for the weekend, and Wanda is staying over at your apartment.

The two of you are on the couch. She’s resting in your arms as you watch tv, “Wanda.”

She looks up, “Yes, detka.”

“How attached are you to your house?”

Her eyebrows furrow, “Why?”

You hold her gaze, “Is it crazy if I say that I want us to live together?”

Wanda plays with your fingers, “No, I don't think so.”

You kiss her forehead, “It’s just a thought.”

“You want to buy a house?”

You nod curtly, “We don't have to leave the area, I know the boys have school and I wouldn't want to pull them away or make them start fresh or anything, but I’ve been looking at some homes in the area. Something a little bigger, Billy and Tommy could both have their own room and a huge backyard. Maybe a dog, in the future.”

Wanda cups your face gently, pulling you down to kiss her, “I would love to buy a home with you Y/n.”

“Really?”

Wanda kisses you again, “Really.”

“I love you,” your eyes softening as the words fall from your lips.

“I love you too.”

Your lips are connected again, this time neither of you break the kiss. Instead Wanda shifts in your lap to straddle your waist. Her hands playing with the tiny hairs on the back of your neck. Your hands start at her thigh but end up sliding up to her hips, and soon your fingers are in contact with the cool skin of her stomach.

You aren’t able to stop yourself from kissing down her jaw. She moves her hair and cranes her neck to give you more access. Your teeth sink into her neck only for your tongue to soothe the skin. You suck the spot tenderly, causing little whines to emanate from Wanda.

“Y/n,” your name is breathless on her lips.

She doesn't have to say anything else for you to stand up with her still in your arms. You carry her to the bedroom. Once you’re in there and her feet are on the floor, you pull her shirt off. Yours follows after.

Wanda feels herself getting wet under your gaze. The way you take in her bare chest, eyes blown with want. While you stare she gets rid of the rest of her clothes. You eagerly do the same.

You pull her flush against your body. Skin heating upon contact.

“You’re perfect,” your thumb toys with one of her nipples.

Your head dips to take it into your mouth. You suck lightly, ever so often slowly fanning your tongue over the nipple. You do the same to the other nipple, while your hand cups her warmth. You moan at her wetness.

“ I need you,” she whispers.

You kiss her tenderly, backing her onto the bed. You’re gentle as you ease two fingers into her. She arches her back slightly, and her kiss becomes sloppier.

You’re in no rush as you slowly build pace. Her finger nails dig into your back.

“More please,” she buries her head in your neck.

You begin pumping at a faster pace, using your thumb to stimulate her clit. Her ragged breaths in your ear only turn you on even more.

You jolt as you feel her hand in-between your legs. Her fingers play through your folds and you hear her gasp in your ear.

“All for me baby?”

You nod, “All for you, Wands. Can I taste you, baby?”

“Fuck,” Wanda murmurs.

She pulls her fingers from you, signaling for you to suck them. You take them in your mouth, swirling you tongue around the digits, high off of your own taste.

Once her fingers exit your mouth, you maneuver down her body. You momentarily take your fingers out of her. She doesn’t have time to complain before you’re sucking on her clit.

“Holy shit,” she entangles her hands through your hair.

You keep eye contact with her as you lick, suck, and slurp her pussy. She throws her head back, taking her lip between her teeth. You can see sweat illuminating her body.

Soon you add your fingers back and you can feel her approaching her edge.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she keeps repeating the mantra as she reach her peak.

You don’t stop when she cums on your tongue, only slowing your motions, to help her come back down.

“You did so good for me baby,” you say kissing up to her lips.

She shifts so her thigh is against your dripping cunt, “Your turn, my love. Use me.”

You see her flex her thigh, which causes you to moan, “Fuck, Wanda.”

Your hands rest on her shoulder as you begin to grind down on her. Her hands are on you, but the movements are all yours. Wanda watches with blown eyes as you fuck yourself on her thigh. Her hands climb up your sides to massage your breasts. You bite your lip as her fingers play with your nipples.

Wanda sits up slightly, just enough to get her mouth on your body. She sucks on near the top of your breasts, trailing hickeys across.

“I love it when you make a mess on my thigh, cum for me, moya lyubov.”

You cum all over her thigh. Her arms wrap around your midsection holding you steady as you shake. Her head rests against your chest, listening to your wild heart beat return to normal. She places a delicate kiss on your shoulder.

“I love you.”

You kiss the top of her head, “I love you too.”

Once you’re both cleaned up, you settle in bed for the night. You’re start out as the big spoon but soon Wanda turns to face you.

“I was so scared before you came into my life,« she admits.

“Wanda-"

She shakes her head, “Let me finish. I was so lost, I didn't know what to do, if there was anything I could do to feel like myself again. There were so many days I went through thinking I was unlovable. Then you show up, and all of those feelings and thoughts just leave. I’ve never felt so cared for. You make me remember all of the things I love about myself. You make love seem so easy, it feels obvious when you’re with me. I’ve never experienced a love like you’ve given me and I need you to know I love you too. I’ve never felt what I feel for you with anyone else.”

Wanda starts out loud and sure, but by the end her voice is quiet. She doesn’t break eye contact, fighting against her insecurities.

There are no more words shared between the two of you. Wanda kisses you with everything she is feeling and you return her fervor. She pecks you again before burying her head in your chest. You hold her tightly in your arms wondering how you ended up being so lucky.

Her words make emotion swell inside of you. Your voice cracks when you speak, “You are the love of my life. I was doing alright before, but you and the boys are truly everything I’ve been missing in my life. Getting to be with you, a part of your family, it means everything to me Wanda. Thank you, for letting me love you.”

[iluvmorales]

Earth 42, Miles Morales

summary you’re practically part of the family.

a/n none

word count ??

You placed a lid over the pot of arroz, allowing it to steam while Rio, mrs.morales, played her reggaetón. “Mija, you can leave it now it’ll be a couple minutes before it’s done for sure.” She called out, waving you towards her.

You nodded and smiled, making your way over to her. “Miles and Aaron should be back before it’s ready, thank you for helping me mija.” She smiled sweetly. Mrs. Morales was always so sweet to you, she believed you were a great influence on her son and an even better future daughter in law.

“Ah I’m not in a rush anyways, I love cooking with mi suegra” you took a seat next to her. She beamed at the name, she couldn’t wait til you and miles married, even thought that would be years from now since you both are still teens.

Just as she was about to get up to finish laundry, the front door open and a sweet familiar voice called out. “Mamí we’re home!” Miles.

Rio walked over to greet her son with a warm hug and a side hug to uncle Aaron. Miles walked over to you with open arms as Aaron and Rio walked to a back room. “Hola mi hermosa” he rolled his r’s and his voice was deeper, but you got up to give him a big hug anyways. “How was it today?” You asked, a smile across your lips.

You knew who miles was, even after a big fight when you found out, you both came to an agreement. The terms being he made it home safe every night, No killing innocent people, and he’d text, call or tell you in person about every job he worked.

“It was smooth actually, no fighting, no ambushes just an honest transaction.” He huffed, his hands slowly sliding off your waist before falling back into the chair.

You just hummed as you went to check on the rice once more, peeking into the room and seeing Aaron slide Rio some cash, to which she reluctantly accepted after he told her to take care of his nephew.

You went back to minding your own business, watching miles walk to his room to change. After a good 10 mins, the rice was finally done “Food is ready!” You called out. Rio and Aaron walked to the kitchen. “Smells good as hell” Aaron laughed, causing rio to laugh along. “All cause’ of Y/N! I think she’d make a perfect nuera para mi” she winked at you, and you smiled.

“You all can sit down I already started serving plates.” You hummed. It was Arroz con gandules y bife, nothing too special. You set their plates down before looking around, noticing miles was still not back.

You turned to Aaron with a puzzled face ; “did he eat at all today?” The man shook his head before gesturing for you to go after him. You huffed before marching towards his room. “Get on his ah mija!” Rio jokingly called out causing a laughter.

You knocked lightly before opening the door. It was dark, and all you could see was clothes all over the place and his silhouette laying on the bed. “What’s the point of knocking if you’re just going to come in anyways?” miles joked, his voice strained.

“Miles are you alright?” You walked up to his bed, sitting next to his lap. “Yeah I’m just tired, really sleep for some reason.” He yawned mid way through his sentence, his shirtless chest rising and falling.

You placed a hand on his leg, patting it; “Can you eat something before you pass out then? Uncle Aaron said you haven’t eaten, and I cooked for you.” Your voice laced with concern and a hint of pleading.

It wasn’t all too uncommon for miles to forget to eat, his job took up a lot of his time. “Yeah, yeah.” He sat up, rubbing his eyes before placing a hand around your waist. He pulled you with one hand and another lifted your chin and placed a kiss on your lips.

“I knew the food smelt too good for it to be my moms cooking.” He joked, causing giggles to erupt from the both of you.

[junabuggy]

Hiii! If you’re up for it, would you write an Angel Dust x platonic fem reader fic who has PTSD from SA, and she has a really scary encounter with Val that triggers her and Angel is super comforting? Sorry it’s super specific 😅

Platonic fem! Reader x Angel Dust

A/n: Of course !! Also super specific requests are fun to write so don’t be afraid to request them :)) I hope this was okay (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Warnings: Mentions of SA, Mentions of porn, Sexual themes, Talk of PTSD, Valentino in general is a warning In of itself tbh

Fluff✔️ Comfort✔️ Angst✔️ Smut❌

It was just like any other morning in the Hazbin Hotel, you woke up, got ready for the day ahead of you and then walked yourself down to the lobby to see all your friends.

You woke up a little later than everyone else did so when you got to the lobby, they seemed to be already doing one of Charlie’s little games. As per usual though with these games, no one was really paying attention to what was going on. Husk was too busy drinking, Niffty was running around and torturing bugs, Alastor was nowhere to be found and Angel Dust was on his phone.

He looked rather unimpressed as he scrolled through his phone, it vibrating every few seconds in his hand as he got notification after notification from none other than his boss, Valentino himself.

Once he got a call, he got up and took it. Charlie looking visibly upset once he had eventually told everyone he had to leave early for an “emergency shoot”

So you decided to be helpful and try to get Angel back to the hotel

“No, [name] seriously, I don’t think it’s a good idea to go after him.” Vaggie said, attempting to encourage you not to go after Angel and you couldn’t quite understand why?

“Why? It’ll be fine! I’ll just pop in and pop out.” You said with a shrug, turning around and leaving the hotel before anyone could get another word in.

And so, you were off to Angels studio.

Once you got there, it didn’t take long for Angel to recognize your presence. His eyes widening and excusing himself from the set for a moment. Valentino didn’t exactly look too pleased by that, considering what happened last time.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here?!” Angel Dust would whisper shout with a look of worry written all over his face as he approached you.

“I was just seeing if you were done… and if I could somehow convince your boss to let you off early if you weren’t?” You said back with an eyebrow raise, wondering what the big deal was.

He let out an incredulous titter, shaking his head no. “Toots, I’m not letting you anywhere near Val—”

Speak of the devil. Valentino cuts him off as he was now standing right in front of the two of them, not looking thrilled with your presence.

“And who might this be? Another one of your little friends, Angie?” Valentino would say condescendingly, making Angel glance away from him and at the ground beside him instead.

Another? What was up with everybody and not telling you things??

“Uhm.. I’m [name].” You introduced yourself as you glanced at the moth demon with a smile, a Cheshire worthy grin spreading across the demons face in return.

“Ahh sí? A beautiful name for para una mujer tan hermosa~” he said, taking your hand and licking up to your elbow, causing you to cringe slightly but you held it together for now…

Angel looked very uncomfortable, his eyes trained on you to makes sure nothing too crazy happened.

Of course, Valentino knew this.

“How would you like to watch? Maybe even join? Hm? I could make you a star muñeca..” He purred, raising a brow as he got uncomfortably close to you. This was starting to freak you out a little, as it would anybody. This guy was clearly a fucking creep.

You slowly shook your head no. “Nooo… thank you? Uh I can just sit and wait until he’s done.” You said, figuring it would be better to settle for that than to go further with this guy

“Perfect! From the top everybody!” He’d announce, turning his back to you and walking back to the set as he sat back down in his chair, making both you and Angel let out a sigh of relief as you both followed. You were a little shaken but you figured that was all the interaction you’d have with Angels boss for the day…

And oh, were you sorely mistaken. ⚠️ !! TW !! ⚠️

You sat down in an extra chair that Valentino had made his robot “Kitty” bring in for you to sit beside him on. you tried not to watch what Angel was doing on set as it felt weird to watch your friend suck some guys dick..

After a few minutes of scrolling on your phone, you felt a hand on your thigh.. slowly creeping upwards towards your skirt. Immediate warning bells went off in your head. Immediate flashbacks started happening.

You froze. Not knowing what to do but you knew damn well who was touching you. That fucker Valentino.

“What’s the matter, amor?” Valentino spoke with that shit eating grin on his face again, his head titling ever so slightly to the side as he glanced over at the feared expression on your face, pretending he had no idea what he was doing.

His hand slipped up to your panty line and that’s when you started to freak out, you stood up, looking quite startled. “Fuck off!” Was what came out of your mouth, causing an unamused expression to fall on Val’s face as he stood up again, practically towering over you…

That’s when Angel stepped in, immediately placing himself between you two, the porno he had been in the middle of shooting long forgotten.

“Val.” He said surprisingly firmly as he glared up at him before looking behind him at himself at you, and his expression softened as he sighed.

“Cmon, we’re goin’ home.” Angel said to you as he grabbed your hand with one of his, walking past Valentino.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going bitch? You’re not done recording for the day” Valentino spat, a furious expression on his face and his words laced with venom.

Angel didn’t reply, walking out the doors with you as quickly as possible. He knew damn well he’d probably get punishment for this tomorrow but he couldn’t let whatever the fuck was going on between you and his boss go on any longer.

The walk back to the hotel was silent, you still trying to process everything that had just happened to you and shaking like a leaf as you gripped onto Angels hand.

Once you got back to the hotel Angel was quick to check up on you now.

“Hey baby, you okay? I… I’m sorry you had to deal with that, deal with.. him.” He’d say, worry written all over his face.

That’s when you started to tear up, crying and wrapping your arms around him.

He’d sigh once more and place a hand on the top of your head, his lower set of arms wrapping around you as he shushed you.

“It’s alright, you’re safe now.. okay? I’m never gonna let anythin’ like that happen to ya again.” he promised soothingly, silently blaming himself for letting it happen in the first place. This could’ve been prevented.

After a while of Angel Dust cooing gentle words and letting you cry as he held you, you started to calm down, sobs turning to sniffles as he rubbed the top of your head.

“There.. better?” He asked softly as he looked down at you, giving you a smile when you met his gaze, your makeup running if you had any of it on and your cheeks tear stained, pleased when he got a little nod from you.

“Good. Now we should probably actually go inside the hotel because I’m sure we look stupid just standing out here.” He quipped, earning a soft chuckle from you as you released him from your hug, giving another nod.

So that’s what you did, the both of you went inside the hotel and you settled yourselves in his room for the night as you had a little movie marathon, Fat Nuggets joining in with you two <3

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Pre-Breakfast Treat

Pairing: sub!Javi Gutierrez x trans!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: P (for porn)

Author: Mod Crow

Author's Note: It's been one hell of a long day

Masterlist

Warnings: Language, use of pet names (daddy, puppy (in English and Spanish). MDNI 18+

Rolling over, you reach out, throwing your arm over the now empty spot. Peeling your eyes open, you scan the bed, looking for Javi. After scanning your bedroom, you noticed a lack of him around. But then you noticed the smell of coffee and something sweet, a baked good maybe. Then there was a new smell, one that you recognized anywhere, hot chocolate. Smiling softly, you stretched, shaking slightly as a yawn tore through your body. 

Throwing your legs over the edge of the bed, you rub your eyes, sighing softly as you roll your head, in an attempt to pop your neck. When nothing popped, you pushed yourself up off the bed. Heading for the cracked bedroom door, without paying much mind, you snagged a discarded shirt off the floor and slid it on. The familiar scent hitting your nose with a soothing sensation. Walking down the relatively quiet hall, the smell of the breakfast awaiting you, growing stronger, making your stomach growl. 

Once you reached the top of the rather grand stairs, you could faintly hear Javi, softly humming a song you didn’t recognize. Tiptoeing down the stairs, you listened to Javi hum. It wasn’t till you reached the bottom of the steps, that you realized that the humming wasn’t actually humming, Javi was singing softly to himself. Rounding the wall to the kitchen you stop and quietly watch him, the way he sways softly to the song he’s singing to himself.

“Bésame, bésame mucho. Como si fuera esta noche la última vez. Bésame mucho. Que tengo miedo perderte, perderte otra vez.” As Javi came to a stop in his singing, you watched him turn around with two mugs of what looked like hot chocolate. Hearing the soft thud of the mugs being sat down, you smile softly. 

“Well buenos días, to you handsome. What were you singing just now? I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.” Your voice startled him just enough to make him jump slightly. Walking into the kitchen, you look over the small assortment of foods; most of which were fresh fruits. 

“Buenos días. You can’t go around scaring me like that, you’re going para matarme un día de estos amor.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at Javi’s words. Over the five years of knowing each other and two of dating, you had picked up a lot of Spanish from listening, the other bits you learned through learning the language. “That song, my mom used to sing it while she cleaned around nuestra casa. It’s this vieja canción called “Bésame Mucho” by Consuelo Velázquez.” You could see Javi’s crooked smile grow across his face. That simple thing, making you smile as well. 

“I can’t say I’ve heard that one, you’ll have to show it to me sometime Jav.” Your eyes drifted from his, down his bare chest, till they refocused on the tray that he had been putting together. “Oh! Whatcha make?” Your eyes scan over the foods, only two of which you could put a name to. The hot chocolate and the churros. “I thought churros were a snack like dessert food. Were you just craving something sweet?” You look back to Javi’s, a soft smirk growing on your face as you rounded the island counter corner. Standing next to him, you pressed into his slightly taller frame, arms snaking around his waist. 

“You know, if you wanted something sweet, you could have had breakfast in bed.” You look up at him. You could see the confusion wash over his face though it was short lived. You watched as his tanned face grew redder and redder. Pulling away from Javi’s waist, you rested your hands on your hips.

“Aww is mi dulce cachorrito, all flustered?” You teased as you gently grabbed a hold of Javi’s chin, thumb resting just below his lips. 

“I-I wanted to do something agradable para su papi.” The smirk growing more devilish after Javi said that one pet name. 

“What you did is super nice mi cachorrito. So I think a certain puppy deserves a treat.” Sliding your hand up Javi’s jaw, you dip your thumb under his chin, running it gently down his throat. Once your hand came to a stop, fingers resting behind Javi’s ear with your thumb resting on his sideburn, you asked. “What do you think? Should you get a treat?” Without opening his mouth, Javi hummed a ‘yes’ and gently nodded as well. 

“Okay cachorrito, I know just what treat you should get.” Taking your hand from Javi’s face, you drop it, grabbing his hand. Intertwining your fingers together, you gently pulled him behind you to the living room. Once in the living room, you led Javi to the couch where you gently pushed him onto it. Javi obediently fell onto the cushions gazing up at you with curiosity. Standing in front of Javi, you gazed down at him. You reached out to him, raking your fingers through his soft hair.  The attention making Javi hum out happily. 

“What is mi presente papi?” Javi asked, staring up at you with his sweet brown eyes. You could see the hints of excitement evident on his soft features. 

“It’s a little…think of it as a little appetizer.” Retracting your hand from Javi’s hair, you reached for the hem of the shirt. Pulling it off teasingly slow, you sway your hips slightly, humming absentmindedly. Tossing the clothing aside, you reached for the hems of your boxers. Shimming out of the material, you look back to Javi, who was now sitting almost in awe, an evident tent growing his own boxers. 

“Aww does my cachorrito need help with something?” Watching Javi nod eagerly made you reach out and comb your fingers through his hair soothingly. “Okay cachorrito, are you ready for your caramelo?” You keep combing through his hair, stopping at the back of head giving it a soft scratch. 

“Sí, por favor papi.” Javi pleaded softly. You couldn’t help but smirk. You had Javi right where you liked him. Brian in such a state of need that he could no longer coherently translate so he wasn’t even trying. 

“Okay, slide off the couch onto your knees for me.” Maintaining eye contact, you watched as Javi obediently did exactly as you said. “Good boy. Now, let me see that pretty tongue of yours.” From your position you see Javi palming himself through his boxers. Tsking him, you stop your combing at the back of his head, you grip a fist of his hair, causing him to gasp out moan. 

“Puppy…You forgot to ask for permission. I don’t think you deserve your treat anymore.” You watched his hand shoot away from his leaking cock and tuck both hands behind his back.

“¡No! Por favor. I-I’m sorry, please don’t. Seré un buen chico, lo prometo.” Not only could you hear him beg, you could practically see the begging on his face.

“Okay baby, but you’re not allowed to touch yourself. Understood?” You tighten your fingers  on Javi's hair for a moment before loosening your grip. 

“Sí.” You felt Javi nod his head fervently, despite the hold you had on it.

“Okay, but there is no second chance after this baby. If it happens again then you know what your punishment is.” You felt him nod again, this time, it was slow and lethargic. “Let me see that pretty tongue again, cachorrito.” Javi instantly obeyed your demand, earning a soft hum of approval. 

Letting go of Javi’s hair, you cup the back of his head. Propping you right foot up on the couch, you -kind of awkwardly- move yourself just a bit closer. Now standing over him with a foot on the couch behind him, you gently pull his head closer to your pulsing dick and needy hole. Feeling the pad of his tongue press against you causes you to relax and groan out happily. You start with gentle grinding at first, but your need for more friction quickly takes over your actions. Looking up, you drop your head back as you moan out an expletive. Hearing your response, you hear Javi groan. Gripping the back of Javi’s head, you press yourself against his mouth harder, speeding up your grinding. 

“Fuck cachorrito, your tongue feels so good. If you can make daddy cum without using those wonderful hands of yours,” Your sentence getting cut off but a moaned curse, “I might let you cum dentro de mí.” Lifting your head, you look down at Javi again. Nodding against you, you feel his nose nudging your dick every so often. Gripping his hair -and with a loud moan from the man beneath you- you raise his head just enough so that his nose was practically rubbing your dick. Feeling that all too familiar knot in the pit of your belly growing tighter, you essentially bury his face. 

“Fuck baby boy, I-I’m gonna…ah…I’m gonna-” Before you could finish your words, you feel the knot in your stomach snap, causing your grinding to turn into jerky thrusts. Shooting your head back and eyes squeezed shut, you moan out Javi’s name. Riding your high out on Javi’s tongue, you feel yourself come back to after what felt like an eternity. The first thing you noticed were the moans and whines from the man below you. 

Opening your eyes, you blink a few times, willing your eyes to focus on something. Once focused you look down to Javi, his eyes squeezed shut. Pulling away from his face, his eyes lull open. Dropping your eyes from his euphoric painted face, you look to the new dark spot that has formed. Taking your foot off the couch, you crouch next to Javi while combing through his hair. 

Now at eye level with Javi, you watch his eyes lazily follow you down, the blissed out face relaxing into a tired smile. Smiling back, you dig his hands out from behind his back and help him to his feet. Pulling off his soiled bottoms, you gently guide him to sit on the couch. Planting a soft kiss on the top of his head, you toss the clothes towards the hall that leads to the laundry room. Turning your attention back to Javi, you brush the hair from his face and take a moment to caress his wet cheek. 

“I’ll be right back baby.” Planting one more kiss to his forehead, you turn your attention towards the kitchen. Making your way back to the kitchen, you brighten the light in the living room using the light dimming slide. Stepping into the kitchen you grab a dish towel, you turn toward the small sink that’s hidden away on the inside counter of the island and turn the sink on. Sticking a finger under the falling water, you play around with the knob for a second, finding the perfect temperature. Once finding an acceptable temperature, you soak a corner of the towel. Turning off the knob, you squeeze out the excess water, shaking your hand slightly, getting rid of the dripping water from your hand.

Making your way back to the living room, you grab the tray that Javi had put together for the two of you. Humming the song you had heard him singing earlier, you set the tray on the low sitting coffee table. Cleaning off your hand first, you look at Javi, who has now made himself comfortable, cuddled up with the plush blank that he insisted on keeping on the couch. Chuckling, you make your way so that you can sit next to him. Sitting next to him, you gently reach out and tilt his head so that he is now looking at you.

“Hi baby, let's get you cleaned up yeah?” Feeling him nod slightly against your hand, you smile. Uncrumpling the corner of the rag, you bring it to Javi's face, gently wiping it clean. Folding the corner in on itself you take your hand from his face and pull the blanket down just enough to see his softening cock. Gently taking it in your hand, you feel him jerk with a gasp. Shushing him softly, you quickly -but gently- cleaned him off. Once clean, you toss the wrap towards the clothes you had discarded earlier. 

Gently sitting next to him, you grab the tray and snuggle up against him, resting the tray on your legs. Lifting your arm, you let Javi get comfortable again. Looking at him you couldn’t help but smile; pressing your lips to his forehead, leaving your lips pressed to his forehead for a moment you hum softly before pulling away. 

“I know you meant for us to eat this while fresh, but I know it will still taste amazon bcause you made it.” With you free hand, you pick up a slice of honeydew. Taking a bite you hum in pleasure. “So I recognize the churros and th ehot chocolate, what this other thing?” Taking another bite of the melon you watch him grab the small fried pucks, he offers it to you.

“Yes, this would have been better warm, but it is still good. It wass how mi madre used to make her after mass chorizo and cuajada empanada.” Nodding softly, you open your mouth, allowing him to press the mini empanada to your tongue. Pulling his finger from your mouth, Javi gives you a big smile on his face, dimple and all. Closing your mouth you bite through the still mostly crunchy shell, as the mingled flavors spill into your mouth, you taste it. Resting you head back you hum loud.

“Javi, these are amazing.” Lifting your head you look at Javi, swallowing the on ehad given you. Sitting your melon slice back on the tray, you grab another mini empanada. “Thank you for doing all of this,” You gesture to the food. “For me.” You lean and give him a quick peck on the cheek before popping the small crispy food into your mouth. Hearing him chuckle, you look at him. “What’s so funny?” You playfully pout, chewing the food. 

“I Just thought os something. If you and mi abuela Claudia, she would have loved you.” Hearing him say that makes your smile grow.

“Yeah? You think so?”Swallowing, you grab one of the small glasses of of what looked like orange juice, and brought it to your lips, tilting it to take a drink. Swallowing down the liquid, you notice that it wasn’r orange juice, it was mango juice. “I like the mango juice it’s different.” You press another kiss to Javi’s forehead.

“Sí, abula Claudia loved everyone like her own. She didn’t care who you were, where you came from, or the social group you came from. She was everyone’s abula.” Nodding you turn your head and rest your head on his.

“She sounded wonderful.” You speak in a hushed tone.

“She was.” Javi matched your tone, hand now resting on yours. 

Taking a slow deep breath, you slowly exhale. Relax into the couch and Javi’s steadily raisind and fall chest. Once content and comfortable you cleared your throat.

“So tell me about the churros. I thought those were a sweet treat like food.” Your request making Javi laugh. Laughing yourself, you nudge him playfully. “Hey laughing isn’t funny.” You squeeze Javi into your side for a moment before loosening your hold on him. 

“Normally yes, but these are different. But that’s all I’ll say, try on.” Reaching up he grabs one and dipps it into the hot chocolate. Pulling the churro out, you notice that the hot chocolate is thicker than you were expecting. “The hot chocolate is called, champurrado. It’s thicken hot chocolate.” Bring it closer to your face, you chuckle before take a bite. 

“Holy shit baby. I didn’t know your family was full of chiefs.” You joke, making him laugh. 

“What can I say? I like being full of surprises. Now shush, eat.” Javi nudged you back, making you laugh a bit louder. Playfully raising your hand in surrender, you sigh dramatically.

“Okay party pooper.” Laughing together once more, you sigh before digging into the breakfast.

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—“being tolerated by leon during the first days of our engagement wasn’t the one that hurt me the most. really, it was learning that my saving grace, the one whom i thought was throwing blankets over barbed wire for me…it was realizing that isaac has been the one tolerating me for the longest time. it even reached the point that he couldn’t tolerate me any longer that he had to search for what i was lacking in someone else.”

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Although 4 days felt like forever for them to find themselves in a plane back to Manila, they were able to get home safely without the worries of Leon and Santi being put in jeopardy. The both of them were cleared to continue their recovery at home. Which is why Santi is back in their parents mansion because he lived alone and Leon is stuck at home. All four of them were relieved of their current projects, which included Ynes and Eli being excused from work as well, fledging to take care of their injured brothers for the meantime. Besides, after all the psychological warfare that the both of them went through from literally being the first ones to know about the accident has been too much as well that Elizalde Yang thought it was best that they let them off work as well.  Most of the heavy tasks were transferred to different teams in the company, while the rest were being done at home. 

“May crush ka kaklase mo sa conservatory ‘di ba?” Leon teased as he sat next to Eli who played a very peaceful piano rendition of Midnight Covey’s hit song, Tulog Na. 

Eli hummed, glancing at him, which admittedly made Leon’s knees feel weak, with the way the soft light from the stained windows reflected on her face, making her face look more ethereal than it already was.

“Si Geon Isidro?” she asked. “Joke lang ‘yon. Sinabi ko lang para tantanan ako noong isa pa naming kasama.”

“Kilala ‘yon nila Tito ‘di ba?”

Eli looked at him, confused why all of a sudden he was so invested in Geon when he was in fact no more than a figment from her past. It was something he knew back then. 

“Yeah, they met sa country club sa Baguio, taga roon sila originally eh.”

“You think magkakagusto ka uli sa kanya if nakita mo s’ya uli?”

“Sobra ka na yata sa gamot, Leon,” she chuckled, playfully flicking his forehead. Leon feigned offense, dramatically holding onto his forehead as if he was hurt badly.

“Bakit ba? Genuine na question ‘yon! Tanong ng best friend!”

“Hindi nga kasi ako nagkagusto kay Geon,” she shrugged, fiddling on the piano keys as if visualizing what would sound good. “Sinasabi ko naman sa’yo kapag may crush ako noon.”

“Sa tingin mo maniniwala ako d’yan? Sabi mo nga dati crush mo ako!”

“Oh bakit hindi ba?” 

Leon’s normally pale face began to heat up, turning his face crimson in almost only a glimpse which made Eli laugh at how adorable he was. Usually it was the other way around, flustering Eli was his job! Bakit sya ang kinikilig ngayon?

Elijah chuckled, moving one leg towards the other side of the piano stool so that she would see his face clearer from where he was sitting on the other half of the two-person stool.

“Pag tinigasan nanaman ako sa kakaganyan mo—”

“Oh my god! Ang bunganga mo talaga!”

“Baby, you’ve gotten off on me once na,” he chuckled, pinching her cheeks, finding it cute that she still gets shy at the idea of it. “It’s not like secret pa ‘yon sa atin.”

“Kahit na,” she laughed. “Ang awkward pakinggan na magse-sex tayo, e for the longest time kinonvince ko ang sarili ko na hindi tayo talo.”

“Cute mo,” he laughed. “You say that like you weren’t the one on top of me last time, baby.”

Leon could not help but adore how her face turned crimson when she bursted out in laughter, hitting his arm like she usually does. “Bakit ba tawa ka ng tawa?” he chuckled at her, “It’s human to have needs bakit ka nahihiya?”

“Because it’s not like me to just ask for things I need, Leon,” she shrugged. Though she meant it as a joke, they both know there’s more truth to it than it was a joke. Eli has always been one to work for what she needs, even if it was something basic. Everything she gets, she feels the need to work for it. 

“It’s just funny na hanggang sex you feel ne need to work for shit, ginaganyan ka ba ni Issac Sim, ha?”

Somehow that hit Eli. If Isaac really has been cheating on her and he’s already fallen out of love with her long before they were forced to break up… then the truth must really hurt. Chances are Isaac has only been using her to get his dick wet for the past years.

“Kahit hindi naman doon…”

She took the time to look after his health when they were still in college. All the times she was the one who woke up early to make sure his shit was ready. All the things Eli did for him, just for her to feel like she deserved to be loved, all of it she considered to be priceless only to find out that it was all in vain because the love she thought was getting wasn’t even real in the first place.

Leon hummed at the reaction he got from Eli. Though much like her advances, it was meant to be a joke, he did not want to hear all the hell Eli has been going through that she did not notice at all. He just wanted to replace it. Make her feel like the woman she was meant to be—adored and served.

“Actually, I don’t want to hear it,” he scoffed. Well, even out of the sexual context, it pissed him off that Elijah was treated like that. When they were friends, if it was possible for him to do it instead of Eli, he did it. It pissed him off that during the time he could not be the person who does it, she was allowing herself to be used by some bastard who isn’t even worth half the person Elijah is. “Kapag magaling na ako, you don’t have to work for anything else, okay?”

“Bro, I want to work,” she rolled her eyes at him, making him laugh while leaning towards her, inching her face closer to her.

“It’s okay if you want to do that, pero ako na ang bahala sa’yo sa ibang bagay, okay?”

Eli could feel her heart race at his sincerity, or maybe not, maybe it was his hand on her exposed thigh, showing through the slit of her sundress because it was scorching hot in the country. She doesn’t know anymore, it doesn’t help that his warm lips are on hers again, moving in sync to hers. 

Shit. Kakasabi ko lang kanina na awkward, but why does it feel so right? Eli thought to herself.

Leon then takes the opportunity to squeeze the supple skin of her thigh before inching it higher and higher, making her gasp for air but he only takes this as an opportunity to slot his tongue in between her parted lips. At that point, he really was determined to make Eli feel nice without her working for anything, fuck the stitches on his side. He had to make his baby feel good.

His hand kept inching up her body till it  reached her boy shorts.

“Do you want to?” Leon asked, making sure that she still had a choice, and he will never do anything she doesn’t want to do. 

Eli looked up at him and nodded before leaning over to capture his lips once again. And while he just wanted to just grab her and fuck her right then and there with how pretty she looked nodding at him like that, he needed to hear her say it.

“Say it, baby,” he hummed against her lips, before his other hand reached for her face, holding her back from kissing him again until she gave an answer.

“Fuck, Leon. Yes.”

He wanted to go feral at that very moment but he knew his limitations with that stupid fucking wound on his side, he’s not gonna be able to feel her up that way. But it wasn’t going to stop him from making her feel good.

“Kandong ka, baby,” and before Eli could think of it, there she was again, on top of him, with both legs on either side of him.

“Wait paano yung tahi mo,” she gasped, hitting his shoulder upon realizing. 

“Hindi yan magagalaw kung hindi ka maglilikot,” he chuckled before pulling her face closer to get a taste of her saccharine lips once again. 

Mint. Mint lipbalm. That’s what her lips taste like. Something Issac will never taste again. Fucking asshole. Leon thinks to himself.

He likes to think that it’s just love instead of lust that drives him to do this, because it is. While there is that primal need to be as close to her as he could, all he wanted was to make her feel loved and taken care of—that finally she can rest her armors down and let him do all the work.

Eli’s arms find home around Leon’s neck as she leans closer to him, unintentionally putting on pressure on Leon’s hard-on. 

“Lean back, baby,” Leon hums against her lips before adjusting her back to her old position, hands delicately guiding her hips back before it travels down to where she most needed it to be.

“Fuck,” she breathes out as Leon continues to rub his thumb on the wet patch on her cotton underwear. “What the actual fuck, Leon.”

“That feels nice, baby?” he smirks as he leans over to kiss her neck, leaving soft butterfly kisses first before sucking on the sweet spot behind her ear. 

“Yes, oh my god—” Leon seemed dissatisfied when she began to move on her own again, trying to grind against his already moving hand. 

“Wag kang malikot,” he says sternly, his free hand holding her hips down to keep it steady. “I’ll stop if you move. Okay?”

Eli, already drunk in love, couldn’t help but just helplessly nod at Leon’s ministrations.

“Answer me, baby.”

“I won’t move, Leon. Please, just—” Eli’s pleads were cut off by her own quiet gasp when Leon’s fingers began moving again in a steady pace that quite literally made Eli want to go insane, trying the best that she could to not squirm at the pleasure that was running through her entire body.

“Stay still, Ellie. Alright?”

“Yes, please—fuck—can you remove na please.”

“You want me to touch you raw, baby?” he asked, fingers slowing down before hastening again to tease her. 

“Please, baby.” Baby. Leon’s head goes haywire. Before he could even let his mind think about it for a second time, he helps her up and takes off the piece of cloth separating his hand from the soft nub in between her legs. 

Leon takes his time with her, making sure every move was only meant to please her, always asking before he does something foreign. 

Thus, there Eli was, being fucked witless with two of Leon’s fingers, knuckles deep, swiftly moving inside her, curling every now and then, making her release a string of soft hums and whimpers in his ear as she bites on to the crook of his neck to keep herself quiet while her fiance’s fingers do its wonders.

“That feels nice, baby?”

“Nice… yes… oh my god, Leon,” she replies in soft gasps as she clings to him for support. “Faster, please.”

Leon does as he is told, even going as far as using his thumb to rub the bundle of nerves while he’s at it, making her stomach tighten at the sensation. 

It’s not long after she reaches her high, leaning back pressing on random piano keys that fills the living room with other sounds than the sound of her heavy breaths and the wet sound of Leon’s fingers ramming inside of her. But the older does not stop his hands from moving.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Baby, done na please—”

“One more baby,” he hums before kissing her again, enjoying the remains of her mint lip balm that has now faded, probably smudged on either of their faces and on the hickeys on his neck. “You can give me one more.”

Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes as her dilated pupil gaze on the features of his face, reflecting pleasure at the sight of her getting flooded with dopamine at her climax. “So pretty for me, Ellie.” 

“Leon, oh my god,” Eli was sure that very moment that Leon had already fucked her stupid, and that was with his hands only. Only his name was coherent from all the babbles that came out of her mouth that Leon could not help but feel smitten with how willing Eli is to be vulnerable with him. 

It wasn’t too long until Eli is sobbing at the wave of pleasure consuming her entire body while she wraps her arms around his neck once again for comfort. Leon's thumb still consistently moving, guiding her through her high.

"Baby, enough na please," Elijah whimpered against his neck, reaching in between her thighs to make him stop. Leon then takes it as his stop sign, slowly removing his hand from inside of her before lifting it up to his mouth to taste. Eli, still too fucked out to think of anything else but the aftershocks of her climax, wasn't strong enough to stop him from doing so.

Fuck. She wasn’t even sure how the fuck was it possible that he made her climax twice that quick, but one thing was for sure. Nothing can compare to the feeling of his hold after it’s all done. Soothing circles were drawn on her lower back as he waited for her body to stop spasming.

“Okay na? Kailangan pa maglinis, baby.”

“Sleepy,” she responds, burying her face on the crook of his neck.

“Linis muna, then matutulog tayo, okay?”

“Okay,” she hums dejectedly before pulling away from him.

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“Saan tayo after sa Valiente?” Gwen asked from the shotgun seat, craning his neck back to look at Eli who sat in the back seat with Leon and Jacynthe. It was obvious that he was in severe  discomfort with the atmosphere in the car with both Jas and Alistair being in the same space when fully, everyone knew how shit went down for the both of them.

Jacynthe and Alistair were a thing about a couple of years ago, when Alistair had just finished his Information Technology Degree. Philomena Yoon and Daphne Huh, have been bestfriends since highschool and have been each other’s support system since then especially when things got messy between their relationships and well, they both had children none of their partners wanted to keep. Basically, Jacynthe and Alistair knew each other for a long time already, with both their mothers being attached to the hip practically. But what seemed to be an ideal relationship between the two immediately went awry when Alistair migrated to LA to supposedly pursue a career in the Silicon Valley. The two broke up upon Alistair’s wish because apparently he could not handle a long distance relationship. Nonetheless, they kept contact after promising that he will be back once he’s established his career. Well, that was until Alistair enlisted into the military as a Military IT, and did not tell Jacynthe. Back then, Jas held on to every detail to his promise. She lived for the hope of it all, depending on empty promises as something to hold on to. You could only imagine how devastated Jas was when Alistair just decided to go into boot camp and go MIA from the internet scene for a good while. Thing about Jacynthe is that she doesn’t just love. When she loves, she loves deeply and truly and madly. She makes it a point that everything she can give, she will give if that’s what it took for her to be loved. Maybe you can daddy issues for it, but that’s how it is. Jas went around serial dating guys who weren't even worth half a minute of her time. They were all sorts of guys—jobless, narcissistic, manipulative, you name it— all of roommates can agree that they were only there for the money and the fame because Jacynthe was steadily rising to the limelight with songs she produced for multiple A-list singers and songs she wrote with Kyle Crisostomo. It was safe to say that even if it was worrisome that Jas is getting involved with someone like Tobias, who always claimed that he didn’t do relationships, he was nicer than anyone else. Tobi, if not for his compulsive need to stay out of relationships, would be one ideal guy. He’s talented and passionate and dedicated to the things that he loved to do, which was music. Something Jas has always been interested in as well. So, as uncertain as it may be, they had more hope that Jas would not get broken hearted by Tobi, more than anyone else she went on date with. 

“Bahay na uli,” Eli replied to him. “The band will come daw pa magpractice kami para sa set sa Aurora bukas.”

“Oh you will perform?” Gwen’s eyes lit up in excitement as he fully turned to look at her.

“Jas rin! She has a few songs to play with MC!” Jacynthe looked uneasy with it being brought up, especially with her ex sitting just in close proximity along with the fact that in both of her features, she will be singing with Tobias and Amir.

“Galingan n’yo bukas!”

There they were, in the VIP parking lot of Valiente Med, where most of the physicians and surgeons park their cars. It was safe to say that Eli was left speechless the moment her car entered the parking lot and several men dressed in suits were already waiting for them. Philomena Yoon, you are as OA as you can always be.

“Napaka-oa mo ninang,” Eli shrugged at her godmother as soon as she met them in her office.

“Jas!” Philomena smiles as soon as she moves to hug Jacynthe. “Oh how are you? May masakit ba sa’yo? Nasa OR si Mama mo ngayon!”

“Oh, may scheduled check up lang po, Tita. I’m okay naman.”

“Good ‘yan. You’re not pregnant naman, 'di ba? Kaya nagpapacheck up?”

“You put my IUD in, Tita!”

“Ay oo nga pala! Anyway, mabuti yan! Itong bata na ‘to, kelan ka huling nagpacheck up? Kailangan mo na magcheck up ng madalas! You’re gonna get married na next month you have to make sure na you’re completely healthy!”

“Isang beses sa isang taon lang ako nilalagnat, ninang. Para saan ba ‘yon?”

“What if you’re pregnant na pala?”

“Ninang! How?”

“Babe, you’re young! And engaged! And pretty! I was younger than you when I had Ali! I used to have pregnancy scares more than twice a month!” She laughed. “Either way, tama yan. Huwag kayong gagaya sa akin, I understand naman. And your ex boyfriend was an ass. If I was in your place I would’ve been extra careful din. Wouldn’t want a guy like him to knock me up like the genes that kid has! They’re gonna taint our pedigree! Ugh! And at least Ali’s dad was a lawyer and left me to pursue law kahit papaano, I know Ali is going to turn out smart and well kahit namana n’ya yata ng slight ang katarantaduhan ng tatay n’ya. Right, Jas?”

Gwen audibly snorted at his mom’s remark. It really isn’t a secret how furious Philomena was when Alistair did what he did, she made sure he knew that as soon as he graduated from bootcamp.

Jas could only hold her laughter by pursing her lips and nodding.

Philomena continued on yapping until everyone was in their respective places. Gwen ended up being the one to wait for Jas in the waiting room, while Ali came with both Eli and Leon in the doctor’s office.

“Okay, so—” 

The both of them seemed to stop in their tracks as soon as their eyes met. 

“I was given the impression that Doctor Valle would be here instead of an intern, can I have Doctor Valle instead?” Leon’s tone was cold and stoic, which really seemed to petrify Louisse in her place.

“Um… Pi-pinapunta po ako dito ni Doctor Valle dito para magcheck ng vitals-”

“Go back to Doctor Valle, tell her I’m paging her,” Philomena wasn’t much help with her authoritarian tone before reaching for her phone in her white coat to dial someone.

“Binilinan po kasi ako na wag magpakita sa kanya—”

“It doesn’t seem like my problem, Miss Laxa, go get Doctor Valle,” she told her, bluntly.

“She doesn’t look like she’s having the best day, Ninang,” Eli mumbled, eyes wide as soon as she realized that tears were already forming in Louisse’s eyes when she left. 

“This is the second week both her and your filthy ex boyfriend have been receiving pansit since you asked me to send them,” she grinned, complacent at her pettiness as she pushed the door close. Even Ali face-palmed at his own mother’s actions. “If I can’t kick them out, the best I can do is to wish that their shift is worse than the last one.”

“Akala ko once n’yo lang yon gagawin!”

“Oh it’s no problem! I’m paying the nanay na naging patient ko a hefty to cook the pansit I send them everyday! So like isipin mo nalang na we’re supporting Nanay’s cooking business! It’s okay!”

Even Ali could not hold it any more, snorting at his mother’s level of petty. He could not believe how much immaturity his mother still got even after all those years of hardships and life lessons she learned. 

“Even Daph is on this! The Clark boy hasn’t got one scrub duty after one fuck up since we found out about what he has been doing! You have been saved by grace Alistair! If you were in the medical field din, Daphne and I would’ve gave you toxic shifts after toxic shifts too! Naiinis pa rin ako sa ginawa mo!”

“Hay nako, Yoon,” Doctor Valle appeared from the door, giving Philomena a high five as they both grinned. It seemed like they were all in to really making Isaac and Louisse’s shifts worse than it should be, which in Eli’s mind…deserve.

-

“Why are you here?” Isaac bursts out as soon as Eli was out of the comfort room.

“My grandparents built this hospital, Isaac. What do you mean?” Eli spat out, glancing around to look for anyone who might see them both so that she may be able to call for help if she needed to.

“I know what you and Doctor Yoon are doing, Eli. Please, if going back to you would fix this—

“I don’t want you back, Isaac. Sana nahihiya ka sa mga sinasabi mo,” she gritted her teeth, appalled at the audacity that Isaac had to confront her like this.

“So what, mahal mo na? Kaya ayaw mo na agad sa akin?” He quipped, almost like he was offended. “Ganon kabilis?”

“Did you think I would really stay in love with you, Isaac? After you cheated on me with Louisse? Na on multiple occasions you assured me that was just your med school classmate?” Elijah was bursting in anger. She was fuming at the fact that she was being painted as the bad person when he had been cheating on her long before. “You are delusional, Isaac Sim.”

“Eli… You don’t love him—”

“That’s not for you to decide, Isaac.”

Isaac scoffed at her response, jaw visible tightening which scared her greatly. She never saw Isaac as someone who would harm her in any way, but that was before. He was a completely different person than she knew him as. She couldn’t be sure of how he’ll move next.

“Paano? Ganoon kabilis?” His voice was rising quickly which made Eli’s heart pound even harder but she kept her composure, not backing down even when tears were beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.

It was fast. Everything was fast with Leon but it felt natural. It felt light and normal, like it was meant to be there in the first place and really that feeling was so much different that when she was with Isaac.

“That’s disgusting, Eli,” he sniggered. “Just so you know, no one is going to love you better than I ever did. Ikaw? Who’s gonna love you at your state—”

“What the fuck are you telling my fiance?” Leon barked from the end of the hallway, which despite the volume of his voice, sent relief to Eli that she was no longer in danger, most especially when Alistair, Philomena and Belinda Valiente followed suit.

“We’re just talking, Doc—”

“You’re off Philomena's program, Sim. Pack your things.”

“Doc—”

“You are cornering my grandaughter, Sim. Hindi ka na nga maayos kumilos noong mga nakaraang araw, ko-kornerin mo pa ang apo ko?”

“I am not cornering her, Doctor Valiente, naguusap lang po talaga kami.”

“Hindi kami bulag, Mr. Sim. Lalong lalong hindi kami bingi, we heard what you said! Wag mo kaming ginagawang tanga. Alam naming matagal mo nang niloloko si Eli bago pa kayo maghiwalay kaya wala kang karapatan na sabihin ‘yan sa inaanak ko. Now, pack you things and find another institution that will tolerate your behavior because you are off my program.”

Eli just stood there in shock while Leon held her tight for deep compressions. 

Isaac dejectedly walks out from the hallway, making Philomena and Belinda turn to Elijah who is now in a full blown meltdown from what had just happened.

“You’re okay, baby,” Leon assures kissing the top of her head as she tried to hold back sobs.

–

“Ellie,” Leon called from his seat on the couch inside the studio. He was sitting next to Gwen and Amir, who were visibly flirting with each other while her. Tobi and Jas were MIA doing god knows what, while Karlo, Elijah and Kyle were trying to figure out how to keep Karlo from being flustered whenever Ellie does one of Leon’s funky rhythm patterns that no one in the band who has the ability to play bass can do. Everyone had been trying to distract Eli from what happened that morning, avoiding at all costs to bring up what happened earlier for her sake.

“Why po?” Elijah asked, walking over to him, abandoning the two who were currently arguing about Karlo being distractible. “May masakit ba? Do you want to go rest na sa taas?”

“No,” he replied, grinning like a child when Ellie walked over to him. He was just glad that Ellie paid attention to him and not two of his bandmates anymore. He gets it though, neither Kyle or Karlo would even have the stomach to go for their bro’s girl, but it made him uneasy how easily they could if they wanted to, especially with Ellie not even being his girlfriend in the first place. “Just wanted your attention.”

“You are so annoying, Leon,” she laughed, playfully flicking his forehead as he reached for her torso pulling her close to hug her middle, resting his head against her stomach. “Nagpa-practice kami.”

“Magaling ka naman na, ako kaya ang nagturo sa’yo!” he whined, burying his face on her belly even more, attempting to blow raspberries on the exposed part of her stomach.

“Ay parang bata naman oh,” she laughed, trying to pull him away, holding both sides of his face to make him look at her. “Sure kang wala kang nararamdaman?”

“Nararamdaman kong gusto ko ng kiss–”

“Pasintabi naman!” Amir laughed. “Hindi nga kayo magjowa tas mas malala pa kayo sa amin maglandian!”

“What for? Ikakasal na rin naman kami?” Eli laughed at him, placing both of her arms around Leon, embracing him closer to her. 

“Do you want me to court you?”

“Bitch, I don’t do ligaw.”

“She doesn’t do ligaw!” Jas laughed, entering the room, lipstick slightly smudged, with a smile on her face nonetheless.

“You should know this! Hindi ako nagpaligaw kahit kanino!”

“Hindi ka niligawan ni Isaac?” He exclaimed, appalled that Isaac did not do such when Eli nodded. “Bakit hindi?”

“Kasi I asked him not to,” she replied nonchalantly. “I find the concept of ligaw stupid. Like why would you put your best foot forward to impress a woman? Show me na agad how much do I have to endure then I’ll judge kung I want to be your girlfriend.”

“It seemed like Isaac put his very best foot forward pa rin naman the entire time,” Gwen argued. 

“Oh edi tanga na ako, yun ga ang gusto mong sabihin?” Eli sassed at him. 

“True naman! Tanga ka nga!”

“Do you love me enough to want me to be your boyfriend?”

Eli knew the answer to that

It was yes. Always yes and million times more.

But somehow a lump on her throat formed and she couldn’t form the words to say that yes, she was in fact, in love with everything Leon is and whatever it is that scares her so much from telling him that she loves him was an ass for getting in the way of things. Because she wants to tell him, but her heart is beating faster every second passing and because it still scares her that she wouldn’t know how to explain if he asked why.

“I’ll answer that later,” she smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss on top of his. “Will take that as an answer for now?”

“I can take it as an answer as a whole, baby,” Leon hummed, grabbing her by the neck to pull her into a kiss once again.

“Mahiya naman kayo sa mga kasama n’yo!” Tobi shouted from the door, entering with his crumpled shirt that’s not suspicious at all if you had an IQ of a rock. 

“Kunwari nalang hindi halata na nagsession kayo ni Jas sa banyo, dugyot,” Amir shrugged at his friends, pulling Gwen loser to him. “Buti pa kami behave dito.”

“Eh subukan mong hindi magbehave pag hindi ka natupi sa walo ng Kuya n’ya na nasa taas,” Leon remarked, making the room burst into laughter, somehow making Eli forget about what happened earlier and the fact that she didn't know what to expect tomorrow.

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“As you all know, Leon got involved in an accident a few weeks ago…” Amir stood in front of the microphone while Eli held Jacynthe’s hand on one hand and Leon on the other, while she waited for her cue. “We regret to inform you na hindi natin makakasama si Leon ngayong gabi dahil doon, we have a surprise guest tonight!”

“You may already know her by now dahil inispoil naman ni Leon kagabi,” the crowd roared upon realizing who was coming up the stage right now. “The woman behind most of the songs of Midnight Covey’s debut album and the Loophole's only full album, the woman behind Mahika, and the woman behind the humble beginnings of the Midnight Covey, I present to you, our bassist for tonight, Ruby Elijah Yang!” 

“Hi!” Eli called, the crowd getting louder every passing second, until she could barely hear herself through her in-ears. “I’m Eli. I was a member of the Loophole and I am Leon’s girlfriend.”

Even the band seemed surprised by the sudden announcement, all of them jumping with happiness as they looked back at Leon from backstage. “Also we’re getting married, so I guess fiancée na pala ako.”

“Leon is off the market, unfortunately. Yun lang talaga ‘yung gusto n’yang sabihin, Covens,” Amir laughed.

“Hala ikaw rin naman,” Kyle rolled his eyes at him.

“Aba syempre, andyan ang baby ko sa audience! Nasan ang mahal ko?” Everyone roared, assuming it was then but the camera drone immediately spotted Gwenael, who was standing in the VIP section with the rest of their friends. “Ayan! Oh jowa reveal bigla.”

The first song in the set was ‘You’, which was the first song she helped Kyle produce during the early days of the band. While Leon has never been more proud that Eli was finally singing the song she’s always loved, Kyle could not feel anymore happier that after multiple demo recordings of You, she was finally at the point where she’s singing as a feature in the song.

“You really love our Eli, no?” Jas chuckled beside Leon, who sat comfortably in a monoblock chair, grinning like a chesire cat while he enjoys Eli’s live vocals through his in-ear.

“Always have,” he shrugged.

“Bakit mo iniwan noon?”

Leon glanced at back and forth from Jas and Eli before responding, “I didn’t want the pain of losing her as someone more important to me than she was, Jas.”

“Anong difference noon ngayon?”

“Better to love than not love at all,” he replied. “Noong nasaksak ako, I only had one thing in mind, I didn’t want to go home dead to Eli. So even if I was practically dying noon, I knew I needed to find a way to cheat death.”

After the set was wrapped up and everyone was good to go, everyone huddled in the bus that they had rented, laughing and enjoying the vibe that the stage had left them all.

“Did you enjoy it?” Leon asked, sitting sideways on the bus seat so that he would be able to look at Eli properly while she ate her fast food. 

Elijah nodded enthusiastically. Leon couldn’t agree more. The stage lit up when she came like she was always meant to be there. She was a natural on stage, she didn’t need to be prepared to be there. She knew what she had to do and devoured Leon’s difficult bass lines like it was her forte all along.

“Inom kang gamot pagtapos kumain, okay?” He smiled, leaning over to kiss the side of her head, inhaling the scent of her coconut scented shampoo from her quick shower a while ago, that to everyone’s knowledge, Leon had the privilege of watching a while ago.

Eli hummed in response, nodding her head. “Thank you for letting me cover for you,” she smiled at him, after chugging down from her pink water bottle. “I appreciate it very much.”

“Masaya akong naenjoy mo ‘yon,” Leon hummed, looking at her before pressing a firm kiss on her lips.

“I love you, Leon,” she hummed as soon as Leon pulled away. He could physically feel explosions inside of him as soon as he heard it. 

Elijah Yang loves him.

At that point, Eli could firmly distinguish the difference between the feeling of butterflies and fireworks inside of you. While the fireworks were loud, there was some comfort in the light it gave. Some kind of warmth that she feels whenever she watches it burn in the sky, leaving bright colors and painting picturesque memories in her mind. The butterflies were quiet and they were quick and fleeting to the memory. It made her nervous about happiness because of how quick it could die.

And for once, love did not make her feel nervous. Scared, for sure, of all the uncertainty that there is but nervous was never in the picture. Leon exudes comfort for her everywhere she goes. Someway, wherever Leon was, there was a sense of safety. 

They have loved and lost and loved again. They were right after all. All roads lead back to where home is. And Leon is home.

And if the question goes around as to why she loved him so much, she still doesn’t know but she does love him. She just does. Regardless of if one day she’ll ever find that deeper meaning, she will love Leon until she can't anymore.

Leon threw blankets over her barbed wires before. His flee had sent her into a frenzy of desperation to find that comfort again that she allowed herself to be tricked. 

Eli guesses that love really does make you stupid.

But all’s well that ends well, right?

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I need to stop making leverage sports aus. I will not stop making leverage sports aus. Especially cuz it’s paralympics season! Which meansss… para sports au!

Eliot lost an arm in an explosion while still with the army. This means that he never worked for Moreau, and was instead sent home early to recover. He did, mostly. To deal with it, he started practicing martial arts again. Toby ran a gym, instead of a cooking school, and was the one to help Eliot with the rules and regulations and stuff. He got used to fighting with only one arm, and focused on his kicks. He made a name for himself in para taekwondo.

Parker was born blind. It never affected her much, except people did try to baby her about it which she hated. Archie still found her picking his pocket, but when he pointed it out, she ran and she ran fast. Archie, who in this was a track coach, picked her up and trained her to run. She’s now a para sprinter. She has some impaired vision but not completely, and she’d be T12 which means she’d have a choice whether or not she’d run with a guide. Parker HATES the idea of running with a guide.

Hardison plays wheelchair table tennis. He was born without any legs, and uses his hands for most things. This would place him class 5. He definitely still hacks on the side, because he is Hardison and you cannot stop him. But table tennis keeps him in one place grounded, so he’s not hacking into hotels for cheap thrills and is just doing it to pay for nana, and his training, and the like.

Nate was still an IYS agent. But he played basketball on the side, as a stress reliever. He was pretty good, but not great. And then Nate got into an accident, and because IYS wouldn’t pay for his treatment, he wound up paralyzed. Sam’s totally fine, and Nate’s less upset at IYS but still quits. He winds up depressed after the accident, until Maggie and Sterling force him to try wheelchair basketball just to do something. He likes it, and he hates that he likes it. And he hates even more that he’s really good at it.

Sophie is still a conwoman, but one of her cons had her doing paraequestrian and now she just kinda can’t stop. She uses the alias every time there’s a competition, because she can’t help herself and equestrian is fun as hell. I think she has CP, which leaves her with an odd gait and using crutches, and it at first made her feel like she couldn’t be beautiful but then she was like “no I can be whoever i want to be” and was simply hot as fuck with crutches.

Honestly, because it’s leverage, I feel like they would all meet because they were all separately investigating the fact that something with the Paralympic committee was really fishy, and they work together to solve the mystery, stop evil rich people, win their sports, and make a family out of it. Afterward they open the weirdest gym ever.

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Beneath His Smile // Self Para

mentions: @nicoxmacavoy @unseriousassassin

trigger warnings: stalking, reference to past trauma/abuse, threats of violence, psychological manipulation, sexual innuendo and harasssment

The streets of Manhattan were alive with holiday spirit, a mixture of bright lights and the buzz of conversation filling the air. Francesca adjusted her scarf, her microphone in hand as she scanned the bustling crowd for her next interview subject. It was all part of a lighthearted New Year’s feature for the station—a chance to capture the hopes and resolutions of the city’s residents for 2025. It was one of her favorite yearly assignment, despite the cold weather. She enjoyed the varying answers of those she interviewed.

She spotted him leaning casually against a lamppost, a tall man with an easy smile and a glint in his eye that seemed almost too good-natured. He had a boyish charm that stood out, even in a city filled with colorful characters. Perfect, she thought, making her way over.

“Hi! I’m Francesca, with NYC Perspectives. We’re doing interviews about New Year’s resolutions. Do you have a minute to share yours?” The man straightened and gave her a dazzling smile.

“Of course! Always happy to spread a little cheer.”

“Great,” Francesca said, smiling back, though something about his presence felt oddly… sharp. She pushed the thought aside. “Can I get your name first?”

“Tae-Oh,” he replied smoothly, his grin widening. The name hit her like a flicker of déjà vu, but she couldn’t place it. She made a mental note to think about it later. “So, Tae-Oh, what are your plans for 2025?”

“Oh, nothing too ambitious,” he said, his tone light but layered with something she couldn’t quite name. “Just reconnecting with old acquaintances. You know, tying up some loose ends.” Francesca tilted her head, her reporter instincts kicking in. “Tying up loose ends? Sounds ominous. Care to elaborate?”

Tae-Oh chuckled, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were enjoying a private joke. “Let’s just say some relationships need… closure. Don’t you think?”

Her smile faltered for a moment, and that flicker of familiarity began to grow stronger. She pressed on, trying to keep the tone professional. “Interesting take. Do you believe in leaving the past behind, or does closure mean something else to you?” Something about this felt wrong, like she should’ve ended the interview sooner, but her reporter instincts spurned her to keep going.

He stepped a little closer, his voice dropping just enough to make her uneasy. “Oh, I believe in handling things directly. The past has a way of catching up if you’re not careful. But don’t worry, Francesca, I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.” Her stomach tightened at the way he said her name, as if they were familiar with the other, but she kept her composure. “That’s… an intriguing perspective. Anything else you’d like to share for the new year?”

He paused, his eyes studying her now like he was looking for something specific. Then he smiled again, his tone casual but his words anything but. “Actually, we have a mutual friend. Nico Macavoy.” The air seemed to freeze around her. The name hit her like a brick, and suddenly, everything clicked into place. This was him. Tae-Oh. The one Nico had told her about, the man who had betrayed him. Her heart pounded, but she forced herself to stay calm, the professional mask slipping into place. “I see,” she said carefully, her voice steady despite the growing knot in her chest.

“Oh, so you’ve heard of me,” Tae-Oh said, his grin sharpening into something almost predatory. He stepped closer again, the space between them disappearing, and Francesca felt the weight of his presence like a storm cloud. “I have to say, Francesca, you’re lucky. If you weren’t… well, let’s just say being Serpent-adjacent keeps you safe. For now.” Tae-Oh’s boyish charm disappeared, showing the monster inside.

Her pulse quickened, but she didn’t back away. “And if I weren’t?” His hand came up, his fingers brushing against her cheek in a mockingly gentle caress that made her skin crawl. “Then I’d be having a lot of fun with you. And fun, for me, means finding out what it takes to make you scream. But not in the way like I’m sure Nico’s been doing.” His hand lingers, trailing down to her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “I almost feel bad for you. A pretty face like yours shouldn’t have to be carved up, or bruised. But some people make bad choices in men. Tragic.”

The words were soft, almost tender, but they carried a malice that sent a chill down her spine. His word choice hit especially deep. How did he know? Still, she didn’t flinch, her gaze locking with his. “You don’t scare me,” she said firmly, her voice low and unwavering.

Tae-Oh’s laughter sliced through the bustling street, sharp and unrestrained, turning a few heads nearby. He took a step back, his hands sliding into his pockets as a dangerous glint of amusement flickered in his eyes. “I like you,” he said with a slow shake of his head. “You’ve got guts. It’ll make breaking you all the more satisfying. But let’s not pretend, Francesca—everyone fears something. Even you.” Her eyes locked on his, steady and unyielding, her jaw tightening as she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reply.

He leaned in one last time, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Be sure to tell Nico I said hello.” And with that, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd as if he’d never been there at all. Francesca exhaled shakily, her grip on the microphone tightening. Her fear lingered, but so did her resolve. If Tae-Oh thought he could rattle her, he was wrong. She’d make sure of it.

[chvoswxtch]

May I request a drink? I have never done this before so I’m scared. 🥺 A margarita on the rocks with Javi. I recently have been addicted to listening to TS’s Folklore album, especially Exile.

Congratulations on 2k. You are an absolute amazing writer. Keep on doing all the amazing things.

hi nonnie!

welcome to the bar! please don't be scared. this is a safe space for all.

thank you so much for stopping by and making a request! i was hoping someone would order javi so i could play around with him. i hope you enjoy! cheers! 🥂

as a reminder: margarita on the rocks means it's spicy (minors dni)!

blurb below the cut

exile

i think i’ve seen this film before, and i didn’t like the ending

You both knew exactly how this would end. It would fall apart the way it had every other time. It was always great in the beginning, constructing a gilded house of cards together, until one of you, usually him, sent it tumbling down to scattered pieces with either too much accidental force or intentional self-destruction. 

“You’re breaking my fucking heart, baby.”

“You broke mine first, Javi.”

He knew you were right. It was always his fault. He wanted you, God did he want you, and for a while, he could ignore that little voice in the back of his head telling him he wasn’t good enough for you. He could remember to call to check in and ask how your day was. He could show up at your door on a Wednesday afternoon with a bouquet of flowers he saw in your favorite color that reminded him of you. He could slow dance with you in your kitchen under the spotlight of the moon to only the music playing in your hearts. For a little while, he could pretend.

But then reality would creep in. Javi would get so wrapped up in his job that you wouldn’t hear from him for days. He was never particularly good at expressing anything but anger, so he could never explain how he really felt. He either used the cowardly excuse that his life was too dangerous for you to be involved in, or he’d be a vindictive asshole on purpose to make you resent him, swearing to himself it was for the best. He’d let you go, and he wouldn’t chase after you.

Instead he’d drown his heart at the bar and lose himself in whatever woman he could find. But it didn’t matter how many women he ran through, because everytime he was inside someone, the only face he saw was yours. He wouldn’t call, but he kept tabs on you, and the second he even thought you were attempting to move on from him, he’d start the vicious cycle all over again. Javi would show up at your door with those remorseful eyes you couldn’t ever find the strength to slam your door shut on, and he’d get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness, spew an apology and declaration of love that could put the world’s greatest love songs and sonnets to shame, and seal his apology with a passionate kiss and another empty promise of change. 

“You can’t actually stand here and tell me that you love him.”

“How can I, Javi? How am I ever supposed to even try to fall in love with someone else if you won’t let me? This isn’t fair to me. Everytime we break up, you go and fuck every woman within a five mile radius and I’m supposed to just be okay with that, but when I go on a date, you’re breaking my door down-”

“It’s different. I’m not taking them on dates because they don’t mean anything. They’re nameless, faceless, nothing.”

“That doesn’t make it hurt any less, Javier.”

He hates it when you use his full name, because then he knows he fucked up. He hates hearing the break in your voice. He hates when you look away from him to hide your teary eyes because you don’t want him to see you cry. Not again. He hates making you cry.

“Mi amor. Por favor, no llores. Tu cara es demasiado hermosa para arruinarse con lágrimas.”

(My love. Please, don’t cry. Your face is too beautiful to be ruined with tears.)

Javi loves you. More than he’s ever loved anyone. By some miracle or the grace of God, you love him back, no matter how many times he returns your heart shattered in his hands. So he shows you how much he loves you and needs you, and how fucking sorry he is the only way he really knows how to express.

He pulls you into his arms and captures your lips in a deep kiss, pouring every ounce of love he feels into your mouth, gripping onto your face gently to keep you in place so that you can’t walk away from him. He gets on his knees and uses his tongue to beg for forgiveness and redemption at the altar between your thighs. Javi fucks you slowly and deeply into that magical spot of time between midnight and twilight where everything is still and anything seems possible. He holds your hand above your head as you surrender your body to him. He catches a glimpse of heaven inside you and plants a seed, wondering if this one will take and give you the opportunity to try to grow something else together.

Javi drips sweet nothings and praise into your ear like honey, nuzzling affection into your neck and promises of ‘it’ll be different this time’ are plastered to your lips.

“Tienes mi corazón. Siempre lo has hecho. Quítame la vida también. Tómalo todo.” 

(You have my heart. You always have. Take my life too. Take it all.)

Maybe it will be different this time. Maybe there will be a different ending.

Maybe it’ll be a happy one.

[pdriesta]

a lifetime of us — 6

an — a series of blurbs from past or present, following the main couple from “a lapse of us".

masterlist

the air was buzzing with the thrill of the game’s end. pedri had played one of his best matches yet, securing both a goal and an assist, and now, the fans were roaring his name, chanting in admiration. as he walked out from the locker room, he spotted y/n at the edge of the pitch, surrounded by his family and the few others who’d stayed to celebrate. she was laughing, completely captivated by little gael as he waddled toward her, his chubby hands reaching for her.

pedri’s steps slowed as he took in the sight. there was y/n, crouched down to gael’s level, encouraging him to run to her with that warm, open smile he loved so much. she wore one of his jerseys, the sleeves pushed up, and every time she moved, he felt his heart skip. it was in moments like these that the weight of his feelings hit him with full force.

she looked like she belonged there. like she was meant for moments like these.

“you’re so good with him, y/n,” taia murmured from nearby, smiling as she watched the way y/n scooped gael up into her arms, spinning him around and making him giggle. y/n just shrugged, her cheeks warm with the compliment.

“he’s an easy one to love,” she admitted, bouncing him slightly in her arms as he clung to her, his tiny hands fisting her jersey.

“diz ‘tia’ para ela, gael,” taia encouraged gently.

“tia!” gael squealed, his face alight with excitement.

the sound made y/n's eyes widen before she melted, pressing a playful kiss to his cheek. “oh, meu amor,” she cooed, making him giggle again.

pedri watched from a distance, his heart unexpectedly full. y/n looked so natural with gael, the way she held him, the way she laughed as he tugged at her hair, completely lost in the moment. his chest tightened at the sight, a warmth he hadn’t expected spreading through him.

raphinha, who had been standing beside him, nudged his shoulder with a knowing grin. “that’ll be you two soon,” he teased, his tone light, but the words hit pedri harder than he expected.

pedri blinked, his head snapping toward raphinha. “what?” he asked, caught off guard.

raphinha chuckled, watching the way pedri’s gaze lingered on y/n. “just saying, you two look good like that. wouldn’t be surprised if it happened sooner than you think.”

pedri opened his mouth to protest, but the words stuck. he had never really thought about it before, not seriously. they were young, still figuring everything out. but as he looked at her again, holding gael close, completely at ease, the thought crept in anyway.

when y/n finally caught his eye, she came over, her cheeks flushed from running around. “you were amazing! how're you feeling?. ” she asked, slipping her hand into his.

“i'm feeling alright. better now,” he murmured, flinging his arm around her shoulder her fingers gently as he looked down at her, his mind still swirling. a part of him wanted to shake raphinha’s words away, dismiss them as just a passing joke.

but another part of him wasn’t so sure anymore.

by the time they got home, the playful tension between them had built to an almost unbearable level. as soon as they stepped inside, y/n dropped her keys on the counter and turned to him, her eyes filled with that same daring spark. before he could say a word, she closed the distance between them, pulling him into a deep, lingering kiss that stole the breath from his lungs.

pedri’s hands found her waist, pulling her close as he kissed her back, his touch firm, sure, yet reverent. he murmured her name against her lips, a soft, breathless plea, his fingers pressing into her hips as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.

they stumbled back toward their room, and he was already starting to lower her onto the bed, his hands trailing over her as he whispered, “let me take care of you, amor…”

but she shook her head, a soft smile playing at her lips as she placed her hands on his chest. “actually… tonight, i want to take care of you.”

he raised an eyebrow, momentarily stunned, his heart skipping a beat as her words registered. “y-you sure?” his voice cracked slightly, and he winced, but she just laughed softly, brushing a gentle hand along his cheek.

“more than sure,” she whispered, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed before she knelt in front of him, her fingers trailing up his thighs. the sight of her there, looking up at him with that soft, steady gaze, left him fumbling for words.

he was never more nervous, and yet, he felt his heart swell as she reassured him with every touch, every whispered word. the gentleness, the care—it was so very her. he knew he’d never forget this, never forget the way she looked at him, like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.

y/n came home from work later than usual, her steps heavy and her face pale as she walked through the front door. pedri, sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone, looked up immediately when he heard the soft thud of her bag dropping onto the floor.

“mi vida?” his voice was gentle, but it carried a thread of concern. “you okay?”

she forced a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “i’m fine,” she murmured, brushing a braid away from her face. “just a long day.”

pedri was already up and moving toward her, his brows knitting together as he placed a hand on her cheek, tilting her face up to his. “you don’t look fine,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against her skin. “what’s wrong?”

“it’s nothing,” she sighed, leaning into his touch, her body visibly slumping. “just a headache. i’ll take some medicine and shower… then i’ll be okay.”

he pressed a kiss to her temple, lingering there as if willing her headache away. “you sure that’s all? do you need anything else?

she shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “just you.”

his chest tightened at the way she said it, so small and tired. he kissed her forehead again before letting her go. “i’ll be right here, okay? go shower and change, and if you’re still not feeling well, let me know.”

she nodded, giving him a weak smile before disappearing into the bathroom. pedri watched her go, the worry gnawing at the back of his mind. something didn’t feel right.

about thirty minutes later, y/n padded into the living room wearing one of pedri’s oversized hoodies and a pair of shorts. her damp braids hung over her shoulders, and her face looked slightly less pale, but the exhaustion was still evident in her eyes. she didn’t say a word, just walked straight to where he was sitting and slumped into his lap, her head resting against his chest.

“hey, preciosa,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her automatically, his hand coming up to cradle the back of her head. “you feeling any better?”

she shook her head slightly, her voice muffled against his shirt. “still hurts a little… but this helps.”

he tightened his hold on her, pressing his lips to her hair. “good. stay here as long as you need.”

they sat like that for a while, the room filled with the soft hum of the TV and the steady rhythm of his hand rubbing circles on her back. every few minutes, he’d glance down at her, checking for any sign of discomfort.

“you want water? food? anything?” he asked after a while, his voice low and careful.

she shook her head again, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “just you,” she repeated, her voice barely audible.

his heart ached at how small she sounded, and he kissed the top of her head, whispering, “i’m not going anywhere.”

the next morning, pedri woke up to the sound of retching coming from the bathroom. his stomach dropped, and he shot out of bed, rushing to the door. “y/n?” he called, his voice laced with worry as he knocked. “are you okay?”

the door opened slightly, and she stood there, pale and shaky, her hands clutching the doorframe. “i… i think i’m just sick,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

pedri placed a hand on her forehead, frowning. “you don’t feel hot… but you look like you’re about to pass out. come back to bed.”

she nodded weakly, letting him guide her back to their room. she curled up under the covers, and he sat beside her, his hand on her back. “do you want to go to the doctor?” he asked, his voice soft but insistent.

“no,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “i’ll be fine. probably just something i ate.”

but as the day went on, she couldn’t keep anything down. every time she tried to eat or drink, it came right back up, and pedri’s worry grew with each passing hour.

that evening, as they sat on the couch, y/n curled up next to him, she suddenly froze, her hand gripping his arm tightly.

training had been hell.

not because of the drills or the heat or even the way his muscles ached from pushing himself harder than necessary, but because his mind had been somewhere else the entire time.

y/n had been sick lately—nothing too serious, just small things here and there. a headache, dizziness, a wave of nausea that came and went. but it had been getting worse. she looked exhausted all the time, and when he left for training that morning, she barely stirred, curled up beneath the blankets, her face pale against the pillow.

and then raphinha’s words wouldn't stop ringing in his head.

that’ll be you two soon

pedri had laughed at first, but then he'd thought about it.

she hadn't responded to his texts all morning. not the one where he asked if she was feeling better. not the one where he told her to eat something. not even the one where he promised he'd be home soon.

something was wrong.

so he as soon as training was done he left faster than than he probably should have. by the time he pulled up to their place, his heart was racing, his palms clammy against the steering wheel.

he took the stairs two at a time, practically kicking the door open.

"mi vida?" his voice came out sharp, breathless.

no answer.

his stomach twisted as he moved through the apartment, checking the living room, the kitchen. then he turned toward their bedroom, pushing the door open.

pedri stood frozen in the doorway, his breath uneven, the room suddenly too small, too hot. his hands twitched at his sides, his mind running a thousand miles a minute, but his body refused to move.

pedri stood frozen in the doorway, his breath uneven, the room suddenly too small, too hot. his hands twitched at his sides, his mind running a thousand miles a minute, but his body refused to move. y/n sat on the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, her fingers twisted in the fabric of his hoodie—his hoodie—like she needed something to hold onto.

her eyes lifted to his, wide and glassy, like she was still trying to process the weight of the words she had just spoken.

"pedri... i think i might be pregnant."

his heart stuttered in his chest.

"wait... what?" the words came out in a breathless rasp, like he'd forgotten how to form a full sentence.

she swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper. "i'm late."

his stomach twisted.

"but... you're never late."

she shook her head, pressing her lips together like she was holding back a flood of emotions. "i know."

pedri exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, fingers catching at the roots. "pero... you're on the pill. we—we were careful."

"it's not always one hundred percent," she murmured, her voice cracking slightly. she sucked in a shaky breath, looking down at her hands. "pedri, what if..."

her voice trailed off, leaving the question hanging between them, heavy and suffocating.

his vision blurred at the edges, thoughts spiraling too fast for him to catch. no, this wasn’t happening. this was—this was too soon. he was twenty-one, she was still in school, their lives weren’t even close to being settled. his pulse pounded against his ribs, his chest tightening like a vice.

"okay," he said, but his voice was anything but steady. he took a step back, gripping the doorframe like he needed to anchor himself. "okay. don’t freak out."

she blinked at him, slow and deliberate. "i’m not freaking out."

"good," he nodded, too fast. "good. because if you freak out, then i’ll freak out, and—"

"pedri."

he shut his mouth.

she exhaled, pressing her palms against her eyes for a second before looking at him again. "i really, really need you right now."

his stomach dropped.

"right. right, okay." he inhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. "i’m here. i got you. we’ll figure this out."

she nodded, watching him carefully, her fingers still twisted in the fabric of his hoodie like she needed something solid.

then, suddenly, something clicked in his brain, and his eyes widened.

"wait here."

"pedri, what—"

"just—just stay here, i’ll be right back."

before she could argue, he was already out the door, grabbing his keys, tripping over his own feet as he rushed out of the apartment like his life depended on it.

forty minutes later, the sound of the front door struggling open echoed through the apartment. y/n turned just in time to see pedri stumbling in, arms completely full of pregnancy tests—boxes stacked up to his chin, almost toppling over as he tried to balance them.

she stared at him, mouth slightly open. "pedri..."

he kicked the door shut behind him, panting like he’d just run a marathon. "i didn’t know which one to get," he admitted, slightly breathless. "so i got... all of them."

she blinked, glancing at the sheer number of tests in his arms, then back at his frantic expression.

"pedri, it’s the middle of the night."

"and?" he looked at her like she had just said the most irrelevant thing in the world.

she sighed, rubbing her temples. "you couldn’t have just grabbed one?"

"what if that one was broken?" he shot back, his grip tightening on the boxes. "what if we needed a second? or a third? or—"

"pedri."

he shut his mouth again.

for a moment, she just looked at him, his wide, panicked eyes, his hair a mess from all the times he had run his hands through it, his socks mismatched because he had clearly just thrown on whatever he could find in his rush to leave.

despite everything—despite the sheer terror curling in her stomach—her lips twitched.

"give me the damn tests."

he practically tripped over himself getting to her.

she nodded, her hands shaking as she took the tests from him and disappeared into the bathroom. pedri paced outside, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind running in circles. every second felt like an eternity, his breath uneven, hands shaking at his sides.

he had never felt so helpless in his life.

"pedri?"

her voice was small, barely audible over the sound of the running water.

he was at the door in an instant. "yeah, amor?"

"come in."

he hesitated for only a second before pushing the door open. the sight of her made his chest ache—she was sitting on the floor against the bathtub, her knees drawn up, hands gripping the fabric of her shorts like she needed something to hold onto.

without a word, he lowered himself down beside her, close enough that their thighs touched, his warmth grounding her.

for a moment, neither of them spoke.

then, quietly, she asked, "what if i am?"

pedri turned to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "then i'll marry you," he said, his voice steady.

her breath caught. "really?"

he reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together. "of course," he murmured. "i was always gonna marry you. sure, it'll be sooner than we expected, but it's what i want. and it'll give our parents peace of mind, too."

she blinked at him, searching his face, finding nothing but sincerity in his deep brown eyes.

"we'll get married," he continued, squeezing her hand gently. "we’ll raise our kids together. we’ll figure it out, just like we always do."

she let out a shaky breath. "pedri, we're not ready."

he smiled, soft and reassuring. "sure, we aren't. but look at us."

he gestured around them, his free hand moving in a small circle. by now, he had guided her head to his shoulder, his chin resting lightly on top of her braids. "we have money, we have stability, we have the life we worked for... and most importantly, we have each other."

her eyes welled up, but it wasn't from fear anymore. she turned her face toward him, her fingers tightening around his.

"i love you," she whispered. "no matter what the test says, that won't change."

his breath hitched, and then he was kissing her—slow and deep, his hand cradling the back of her head, his lips pressing against hers like a promise. she melted into him, her fingers grasping at his shirt, needing to feel as close to him as possible.

but then the timer went off.

they broke apart, their foreheads still touching as they caught their breath.

pedri swallowed, pulling back slightly to look at her. "ready?"

she shook her head quickly. "no. you do it."

his chest tightened at the raw fear in her voice. he nodded, reaching for the test on the counter. his fingers trembled slightly as he turned it over, his eyes scanning the result.

for a beat, he didn’t say anything.

"pedri," she whispered, voice barely there.

he looked at her, eyes softening. "it's negative."

“it’s negative,” she said softly, her voice barely audible.

relief flooded through him, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her as tightly as he could. “thank god,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

she clung to him, her face buried in his chest. “i’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“don’t be,” he said firmly, pulling back to look at her. “don’t ever be sorry for something like this. we’re in this together, no matter what.”

she nodded, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at him. “i love you.”

he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away her tears. “i love you too. more than anything.”

a few beats of silence, then she peered up at him. "did you really mean those things?"

he turned his head, his lips curling into the softest smile. "of course, baby. i'd marry you any day."

she let out a small laugh, the tension finally breaking, and he pulled her into a hug, burying his face in her shoulder. they stayed like that, laughing softly at the absurdity of the situation, the fear of the last hour fading into something lighter.

whatever happened, they had each other. and that was enough

© PDRIESTA 2025

[fi-fitz-flynn]

Trust {Self-Para feat. James}

Prior Reading:

How could I refuse? {Self Para} Hiding In The Shadows {Flynn & Smee} In The Dark Corners {Self Para}

@jameshawks

Timeline: Late October/Early November.

Flynn drove away from the warehouse with full intention to call Alex and demand some answers.

But what would he say? And why?

His Alias wouldn’t care.  This used to be what he did. He was a runner for a large cartel. He didn't care what he moved. Just that he got paid.

But she didn’t know that he was burned there. She didn’t know he had turned them in.

So why wouldn’t he do this?

Flynn sighed, pulling over and rubbing his hands over his face.

How many people did he know that tried to protect against this exact thing?

Holley had been shot, Bianca had died, he saw darkness in Gil, that he could only imagine came from this.

What would they say?

What would Holley say? 

They would jump into action, they would find out who was who, they would take it down. Return the objects to who it belonged to. 

But after. After they would look at him, who had been caught fencing not just illegal goods, but magick goods. They would be disappointed. They would know that everything they had trusted him with had been misplaced.

He would prove everything he thought about himself.

But he didn’t want that.

He didn’t want to be someone people looked at with hesitation, or at least not them. Not those connections he made. Fuck the rest of the world.

Flynn was going to do right by them.

So what would they do?

Something righteous. Some type of plan to take it down. Who they could call in the RAS.

Holley would be his first call.

But she was still technically off active duty.

Gil? His roommate? 

Well these days Gil seemed to have another focus. So that left James.

The agent he knew the least.

The only one he could care less about if he hated him.

Maybe James would ship me off. Revoke his ward status before he had to look Holley and Gil in the face. That would be fine. That would be expected. He had broken probably every rule he was given.

He’d have to dust out some of his other aliases. Pull from his offshore bank.

He’d be fine.

And at least he did the right thing.

Fuck it. He was going to be alone again.

Groaning again Flynn rubbed at his face before putting the car back into drive.

Speeding his way back to Swynlake, Flynn didn’t hesitate. He didn’t stop, if he did he wasn’t sure he would keep going. This would ruin his life.

But if he didn’t.

How many others would be hurt or killed because he couldn’t step up.

Flynn didn’t bother with some random ass cover story. The RAS could deal with that, if someone saw him knocking with his fist. He could only really care about one item at a time.

James pulled the door open quickly. His hair and shirt ruffled as if he had run to the door and considering how hard Flynn was knocking, he was sure that was the case.

It only took a second before James ushered Flynn in.

No pleasantries, no small talk. They both knew this wasn’t the time for it.

Relating the whole story to James, Flynn didn’t waste it with frivolous details. The warehouse, the amount of paintings and artifacts, the security. The scales and who knew what else.

“We can confiscate everything but that would just lead everyone there doing it again. We need the location of the auction.”

“You want it to go through?”

“I’ll talk to the main office but I think that’s our best play. We’ll find out who’s the suppliers and who are the buyers. We could get some big names or even small ones out before it can get bigger. You’re going to have to get us that location.”

Flynn paused shaking his head at the other. “You want me to act like everything’s normal.”

“Yeah- You have a problem with it? Obviously people there trust you.”

“Do you trust me?” Flynn questioned his eyes narrowing. Sure he was here but the rules he broke?

“Not really. But I’m sure Shiftwell and Wahed do to some extent and besides you came to me when you didn’t have to. Which means right now we’re on the same side. So go get that information. We’ll plan the raid and we’ll get some people arrested.”

“That’s a pretty simple plan.” Flynn muttered leaning back into the chair.

“The complexities will come into play when we figure out who we’re sending in, If you have to go in. But this is what I do, I hit fast and I hit hard. I’ll take the lead on this side, just get the information we need and it will stay a simple plan.”

So Flynn had to trust them, going back into a snake’s den. But he already made that decision the moment he knocked on James’ door.

No matter what happened he had chosen his side.

[morrigan-urie]

Soul for a Soul || Self-Para

The grip on the back of her neck was bruising, so much so that she feared any more pressure would snap her spine. Her hair tangled under her father’s fingertips, pinching pain scattering across her scalp, but she dared not cry out – crying out would only cause more pain to follow, and she was almost positive she may not survive the encounter.

Morrigan knew where Douglas was dragging her despite Desmond’s strict rules for her to not go past a certain point. Curiosity killed the cat and all, but she was able to steel herself a little more that the unknown was known instead of letting the uncertainty eat away at her. She was headed towards the direction of the dungeon, as her and Chandler liked to call it.

A cold and empty, most of the time, basement. Drain in the middle of the floor, bare necessities for more… long term occupants and a locked closet with implements that were only in her wildest nightmares. A rather mafia-esque room that only stone cold killers would shove someone. A killer like her father if the murderous glares he was sending her was any indicator.

She’d been in her room studying for class when he bust in like a hurricane of fury. Morrigan couldn’t help shrinking away from the imposing aura– Douglas never came to her room, never deigned himself low enough to visit someone like her. A useless woman when there wasn’t money involved.

“You fucking whore,” he bellowed, his voice echoing so much so that she knew Chandler would hear from down the hall, “I let you go to school, give you freedom, and you find a boy and fuck him.” Her stomach fell, a pit of anxiety forming large enough to make her nauseous. He knew. She still had to try to deflect; anything to hide Julian.

Morri scrambled to her feet and backed away, “I’ve done no such thing, father, I swear.” Her voice was pleading but nothing could stop the bulldozer of a man charging at her; hand reared back and smacking her with such force that she lost her footing, falling back into her bed. She immediately tasted the tang of blood from a split lip– a hand shakily wiping away the crimson that had appeared.

“You dare lie?” Douglas seethed, gripping her throat and lifting her so they were nose to nose; her feet dangling in the air since her father was taller than her by good foot and change. Morrigan couldn’t even speak, choking around her father’s grip as her hands tried to find purchase on his forearm– her attempt to leverage space so she could breathe met with increasing pressure. Her vision swam and darkened around the edges, and she felt like she was floating until reality came crashing back down; her father having thrown her to the ground.

Morri struggled to breathe past the lump in her throat, fingers scratching against the carpet of her bedroom to alleviate the pain. Air wheezed into her lungs, her father having come so close to crushing her larynx completely. Any reprieve she was wishing to get wasn’t coming when Douglas took a fistful of her hair, craning her head at an awkward angle. “An associate of mine saw the two of you together, you thought you were so clever,” he hissed, punctuating his words by ramming her head into the floor. However plush her carpeting was, it didn’t diminish the impact; pain skittering in her skull.

“Father, please,” she begged, “it’s not what you think. Nothing happened.”

Begging was the wrong decision, she knew that when a swift kick was delivered to her stomach, a choking noise bouncing off the walls of her room. “Give me his name, whore,” Douglas’ question punctuated as he kicked, “give it to me and I’ll let you off easy.”

Tears fell from her cheeks as she shook her head. She couldn’t– wouldn’t– subject Julian to the same torture as her or death. Not when she made the conscience decision to pursue what was between them, especially when she knew that waited for her at the end of the line. Morrigan Urie was never a free girl, she was living on borrowed time until she was sold. It was all her fault.

That was the thought that lingered in her head as she was drug to the basement and thrown unceremoniously onto the floor– the force of the impact gouging through her leggings, causing her knees and her palms to bleed. “I’ll give you some time alone to think carefully on the next thing that comes out of your mouth,” Douglas said coolly before closing the reinforced door, the latches and deadbolts leaving a sickening feeling in her stomach.

Morrigan wiped her hands against the fabric of her leggings, wincing against the sharp needles of pain, but so far this wasn’t something she couldn’t handle. She slowly pressed her fingertips into the injured parts of her body, assessing the damage. It was easier to list off what wasn’t hurt, but nothing was permanent that she could tell.

She rose onto shaky feet, arms wrapping around her middle as she shivered. There wasn’t much to protect her from the cold of the basement when she only wore a t-shirt and now leggings with holes in them. Morrigan chanced a look around the bleak room, surely to be her doom as many others who were brought down here– only those that had committed heinous crimes against the family came down here… she could only guess that was especially true for her.

Morrigan’s eyes met the camera in the corner of the ceiling, staring back at her with a blinking red light. She was being watched, so she dared not utter a word– even though she probably couldn’t from the trauma on her neck currently. She wandered to the cabinet of curiosities, noticing the large padlock on the handles. Smart, she thought. Keeps death out of the hands of the prisoners.

She felt weary, exhaustion setting into her bones even though she could only have been locked in the basement for mere minutes. Morrigan pushed herself onto the bed, avoiding the strange stains on both the flooring and the bare mattress with her uncovered feet; shrinking into a ball as if to protect herself. That was the only time she allowed herself to think of him, in her dreams where she saw his smile, his dimples– heard his intoxicating laugh.

Morrigan no longer knew how long she was locked into the room the next time her father visited, it could have been hours or days– nothing but the fluorescent lights that never turned off and the dripping of a leaking pipe to keep her company. She only knew it must have been a significant chunk of time for how grimy she felt, her hair starting to get greasy at the scalp. She was snapped out of a dozing slumber when the door banged open; her father’s imposing stance filling the doorframe.

In an instant she was on her feet, not willing to meet his gaze sitting down and vulnerable; though there wasn’t really any stance she could take that would make her ever feel like anything more than a mouse in his presence. “Name,” he demanded. She’d have to be an idiot not to know what he was asking for, yet she only shook her head in response. Morri met Douglas’ hard gaze with her own, lifting her chin in silent defiance.

His ice blue gaze flicked to the cabinet and she knew that spelled the start of the physical torture phase. She flinched as Douglas unlocked it, the padlock falling to the ground with a loud bang. “Kneel,” the order fell from her father’s lips and she obeyed, keeping a wince to herself as she knelt on her bruised and scraped knees; knowing that wasn’t the worst she was going to feel. She heard it then, the snap of leather in her father’s hands, nausea rolled her stomach and bile rose in her throat.

Douglas wasted no breath asking his question again, knowing that he wasn’t going to pry it out of her until he was done. Morrigan only heard the whistle before the impact of the whip sliced against her back– she understood why her father didn’t request that she removed her shirt; it offered little to no barrier against the barrages. She was successful in keeping her pain to herself, but after the fifth or sixth strike, when he changed where he aimed so that the whip was now impacting pre-existing wounds.

She couldn’t help her screams then, the force of the screams squeezing around the knot in her throat; her wails bouncing off the walls and coming back at her amplified, so it sounded as though there were ten of her screaming. Morrigan could feel the blood coming out of her wounds in torrents, her father not even bothering to pull his strikes. She lost count until eventually Douglas was done, though she was numb to more pain– her entire back feeling like a wildfire of pain. Morri only registered that there were no more whippings when he knelt in front of her, her eyes moving from where she fell into a fetal position to take in the blood that splattered his arms and shirt, her blood, to meet his face.

His face was as cold and indifferent as she always saw him when he looked at her, except this time he was painted with streaks of her blood. The sight of it almost made her retch. “Name,” he spat out. Morrigan responded with a weak shake, her body falling into shock as the cold of the concrete floor seeped into her skin– perhaps she would die there? Then he’d be safe, save her brothers didn’t rat Julian out. Desmond and Chandler wouldn’t, though. Not if she wouldn’t. Morrigan bit down on her tongue to keep his name from spilling from her lips until she tasted the iron of her own blood.

Her father tsked, letting the bloodied whip fall to the ground in front of her. “That was the easiest punishment I had in store. Trust me, you will tell me eventually,” he muttered in almost cold indifference, like the whole ordeal was a boring chore to him. Anger simmered in her body though she had no energy to move from the floor, so she did what she could and glared at the man. The most brazen look she’d ever given him, but he didn’t care to look as his retreating through the door. A shuttered breath that broke into a sob sounded the moment she heard the door bolt shut. Even if she had an audience looking at her through the camera, she cried.

Her tears dried eventually as she fell in and out of consciousness, the pain in her back severe enough that she dared not move. She embraced the cold and dingy floor– faintly making the realization that her blood stains now collected and was drying onto the floor, becoming part of the gruesome tapestry that the next inhabitant would have to look at. The thought made her laugh, giggle almost… no one was safe in the basement dungeon if Douglas Urie’s own fucking daughter was there. Still she dreamed of him.

She jolted awake at hearing the door unlatch, steeling herself for another attack, but relief washed through her blood at the sight of her brother though she didn’t dare let it show on her face. Morrigan took in her brother’s appearance. Blonde hair disheveled and sporting black eyes from a broken nose. His punishment. She watched him but made no movement as he bent down and grabbed the whip– she realized what the display was for then… his punishment, to see her in that state and clean up after their father like the dutiful soldier he was. Desmond lingered though, her eyes moving from the whip in his hand to his face, fear washing through her. Perhaps she had miscalculated and she was about to be beaten again at the hand of her brother, but it was shoved to the back of her mind when he gave her an almost imperceptible shake of his head.

Relief washed through her– they hadn’t said anything. They hadn’t broken yet; they were still holding strong. Julian was safe still. She could have sobbed with happiness if she had any more energy and tears left in her. Desmond set upon his task of cleaning and putting everything away, not daring to say another word. For a second she felt safe in his presence and his news was a safety blanket on her, a small reprieve from the pain she felt. She heard a distant clatter, out of the corner of her eyes she saw that an ugly looking knife had fallen onto the floor. She had expected Dezzie to bend over and retrieve it, however she noticed that his foot moved slightly to edge it under the table out of view from anyone that was standing and the camera.

An angel in disguise, ever her protector even when they were both in the midst of their own hell with their father. Desmond locked up the cabinet again, retreating to the door again; not sparing her another glance in fear of more retaliation. Then it was back to the game of ‘how long has it been’.

Drip, drip, drip of the pipes and the flicker of the lights kept her company.

Eventually Morri gained the strength to slowly sit up, every inch moved pure agony– her groans of discomfort quickly morphing into sobs of pain. She could only sit there and regain her composure slowly through measured breaths. Time was inconsequential, but she knew deep in her bones and that of her flayed back that not enough time had passed between her whipping to endure another torture when the door flew open again.

Her father advanced and tossed an object at her, the clack of it skittering to a halt pool of her blood. Her burner phone. He must have torn her room apart, searching for answers that she didn’t dare to give– it was hidden under a loose board in her wall. Morrigan glanced up at the man that she never regarded as her father, but no longer regarded as a man but a monster. Pure evil. Her hands shook as she grabbed the phone risking a glance at the message that displayed on the screen knowing that it would most likely be the last time she ever saw anything he said.

B.E.: What have you been up to? B.E.: You alright? I can grab your homework if you need it. B.E.: Where are you? B.E.: …? B.E.: I love you

She could only sob as she stared at the words, glancing back up at her father; pressing the phone into her chest like it would keep Julian safe and sound. Sheltered from the wrath of her father. There wasn’t much left in her to keep him hidden– now that there was physical truth of betrayal in her father’s eyes, there wasn’t anything that would stop him from prying Julian’s name from her lips. It was then that she remembered the small sliver of hope her brother had provided her. Either to use on their father… or herself. It was up to her.

She lunged for the knife, her body and muscles screaming at the sudden movement, scraping desperately across the floor for the knife that was hidden; a creeping desperation clawing at her spine as she felt the rumblings of her father advancing on her. She was screaming, she realized, the hoarse noise piercing against the blood rushing in her veins as she grabbed the hilt of the knife– drawing it towards her with such ferocity only for it to stop before piercing too deeply. Her father’s hand around her hand. “Not so fast, you bitch,” he roared, snapping her wrist; the blade falling to the floor silently as she screamed. “You think you could get off that easy? I tell you when you die, your life is mine,” he yelled even louder, his fists raining down relentlessly– hitting anything and everything.

“Name, now,” Douglas punctuated with a shake. Morrigan couldn’t even see his wrath anymore, her eyes having swollen shut several punches ago. At least in the darkness, she could envision him. Julian’s curly hair, the softness of his lips on hers, the sound of her name on his lips. She wasn’t stupid enough to use his real initials, Desmond and them all made code names for each other, she gave Julian ‘Blue Eyes’… one of her favorite features about him. So… she lied. She was a terrible liar, but she had hoped with every fiber of her being that her father bought it.

“B-B…rian Edwards,” she croaked out, tears leaking out through the slits of her swollen eyelids.

God, forgive her for condemning another so Julian may live.

She felt the impact of the floor hit her body as her father dropped her like yesterday’s trash, his cold voice the only thing she could register, “You just had to make it so hard. For that, I’m going to make his death even more painful than anything you’ve experienced.” Morrigan shivered, at his words until the darkness blessedly claimed her.

Morri mind floated along, blissfully unawares and free from her torn and battered body until something was tugging at her mind. Talking… hushed whispers more like, it was bringing her to the surface and the surface hurt. She gasped as pain flooded her system, choking as her throat was too dry to withstand the rapid intake of breath. Morrigan could hear the rapid beeping of a monitor next to her as it signified her raising anxiety and desperation– her eyes were glued shut, her arms shooting to the side to grasp something, anything, to protect herself until she felt the prick in her arm and darkness claimed her once again.

The next time she came to, Morrigan was able to open her eyes… well one of them. The sunlight hurt… everything hurt. She realized she was in her room, in her own bed– glancing around, there wasn’t any sign that her room had been destroyed like she thought. A movement caught her eye, a nurse entered her room, someone she wasn’t familiar with. She could have laughed at the situation. On the outside it appeared as though her father was a caring man, keeping his injured daughter safe in the confines of their home and providing around the clock care when in reality he didn’t want her to be seen as damaged as she was. Morrigan was still goods, as damaged as she was, and her father would rather meet an early grave than let his goods be seen as anything less than extraordinary.

“Oh, dear, you’re awake,” the elderly nurse said as she approached, kindness etched on her face, “you’re at home. Whoever had kidnapped you did a real number on you… you’ve been in an induced coma for a week now.” The woman pushed the chair closer to the bed and sat in it. She almost snorted at the obvious lie her father had told the woman and most likely officials that came knocking on the door, though no one would dare question Douglas Urie. Morri turned her head to face her, as agonizing as it was, to utter a simple word. “Brian?” The woman cocked her head in confusion before a lightbulb went off, “Oh… your father thought you’d ask so he wanted me to read an article to you once you woke up.”

There was a shuffling of paper before the woman spoke again, “okay… he said it was on the third page…” More rifling before a hushed ‘oh dear’ and the woman cleared her throat. Morrigan couldn’t face the woman and watch her face morph with whatever she had spot read in the newspaper, so she opted to stare at the ceiling. “Brian Edwards, found in the port canal early Tuesday morning by officials– mutilated almost past recognition. Suspected gang crime.” The woman couldn’t stomach whatever the article wrote, and Morrigan couldn’t blame the woman.

“Did you know him, dear?” She asked.

Morrigan nodded, “I loved him and now I can never see him again.”

It was only she that knew who she was talking about. It wasn’t Brian Edwards, and as long as her father lived and breathed… she could never see Julian again.

[owenepierce]

O Hol-ey Dress | Para

Who: Owen Evans & Kyla Clarington

Where Lockerroom showers.

Notes: Owen gets a little dommy with one of his best cheerios...and promotes her to captain of the squad after railing her in the showers. Super professional. @dancer-subclarington

Word Count: 5,048

OWEN: Owen ran his hands through his hair, streaking it back under the hot stream of his post-practice shower, when he heard Kyla clear her throat behind him, announcing her presence. Turning around, his eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the sight of her in nothing but that God damn dress. “Fuck.” He breathes, baring himself fully to her without an ounce of shame. “Damn, do you look good." He says, biting his lip as he steps closer to Kyla, winking at her as steps in closer, the water streaming down his thickly muscled frame. “The picture you posted is nothing compared to how hot it looks in person. Just for the record… Are you sure you want to risk my ruining this little thing? You might not be able to wear it again once I’m done with you…”

KYLA: Kyla was all but bouncing off the walls during practice, though she’d not told her stunt group the big reason. She kept her back to everyone in the locker room while they changed, discouraging anyone to talk to her. Once everyone had gone, she’d put on the dress. A look in the mirror gave her the confidence to interrupt Owen in the shower, as she couldn’t wait any longer. “Thank you,” she smiled, a rosy red coming to her cheeks as she took him in. “I can always get another dress,” she reasoned, a hand on his big chest. “But I don’t think anyone will treat me quite like you will.”

OWEN: Owen grinned cockily. “You’ve got that right, Ky.” He chuckled, looking down at her with a lustful expression on his face, running his hands up and down her dress. “I don’t plan on completely ruining this dress yet, anyway,” He leaned in, ghosting his lips against hers, his hand moving down her back and along the curve of her hip. “I have other plans for you first.” With that, he lifted her off the ground and carried her over to the bench, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, admiring her curves and the dress that clung perfectly to her body before leaning in and kissing her deeply. With her hands on his body, he made a point to flex under her touch - his chest and arms hardening responsively as his own hands mapped out her body over the skimpy little dress.

KYLA: “Other plans hm? Like wh-“ She cut herself off with a squeal, hooking her legs around his buff body as she was lifted up. Her knees and legs reflexively spread as she scooted in close on his abs, moaning into the kiss as her hands found his abs, still slick from the shower. Her finger trailed along his stomach following the path of a stray water droplet.

OWEN: Owen let out a low growl as Kyla hooked her legs around his body, feeling the heat between them intensify tenfold. Trailing hot kisses along her jawline and down her neck before whispering in her ear, “Mmm, plans like…making you moan my name until you can’t take it anymore.” He reached down between them, cupping Kyla’s core through her dress as she began rubbing her gently. “Fuck…feels like you’re already wet for me,” he murmured before capturing her lips in another deep, open-mouthed kiss. Pulling back, grinning cheekily at her as she admired his abs, Owen flexed his six-pack and watched as she ran her hands over his hard-earned set. “You like those abs, Kyla?” He asked as flexed them harder still. “I can give you an even better view…” With that, he leaned back a little, his muscles bulging as he ran his hands down the length of his torso. “Fuck yeah…worship this bod, Ky…,” he moaned softly.

KYLA: “You sure know how to spoil a girl,” she gasped as his warm lips caressed her skin. She was very sure she was already wet for Owen, and thinking about moaning his name in this space that wasn’t as private as she was used to felt scandalous in the best way. “God yes,” she had to admit, her eyes now on his ab pack. The fact that she had abs herself didn’t do a thing towards making her not weak to abs on anyone. But these abs, big as they were and glistening in the light were nothing less than inviting. “You read my damn mind,” she said very quickly, unable to wait at all to dip down and lick his abs, looking up at him with wide, wanting eyes. Her hands wandered his stomach slowly, feeling every inch she wasn’t able to lick. “I could spend so much time worshipping you before I even could get to this cock of yours that I’m almost ignoring so I don’t overwhelmed with your beauty right away.”

OWEN: Owen’s breath hitched in his chest as Kyla ran her hands over his abs, his muscles tensing under her touch. “God, Kyla, you know just what to do to make me weak,” he groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. Watching her hands wander along his stomach, feeling the heat of her gaze on him. “Mmm, take all the time you want to explore this body, baby,” he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in another heated kiss. He felt himself getting harder as she talked about his cock, his body responding eagerly to her worshipful touch. Standing up, Owen gently lifted Kyla off his lap and set her down between his thick thighs. With her gazing up at him, Owen flexed his pecs teasingly. “Mmm, how’s the view? Your captain’s big, hard body all for you to worship,” he growled, flexing his chest again. Leaning down, he planted another wet kiss on her lips before leaning back, seated above her like a king on a throne. “C’mon up here and lick wherever you want, baby. I’m all yours. Consider it a reward for just getting to see you in that dress, in person.”

KYLA: Pretty pleased with herself for making him weak quickly, Kyla only wanted more of Owen. “God, fuck,” she couldn’t help but let the curse slide from her lips, all but whimpering up at his godly stance. “Thank you, Sir,” she said with genuine excitement, figuring he wouldn’t mind the title under the circumstance. She was allowed to lick wildly along his body, in random places, wherever her tongue led her. Her saliva began to cover more places than not, her tongue hotter against his skin with each stroke as she worshipped his pecs. Finally, she started down his treasure trail, inching closer and closer to his glorious cock.

OWEN: Owen lets out a low growl at Kyla's curse, feeling his arousal skyrocketing. He watches in delight as she licks along his body, her tongue leaving a trail of moisture in its wake. "You're doing such a good job, Kyla," he murmurs, the title of 'Sir' only serving to make him even harder. He moans softly as she worships his pecs, the feeling of her tongue hot against his skin electrifying. "Mmm, keep going, baby," he encourages, his body trembling with anticipation. He feels the heat building in his groin as she gets closer to his cock. "Mmm, that's it baby. Lick me up and down. Don't miss a single inch," he murmurs encouragingly, enjoying the feeling of her tongue moving across his skin, his pecs flexing under her hands. As she reaches his cock, Owen lets out a satisfied groan, his member hardening at her attention, standing upright, casting a shadow over her pretty face. "Go ahead and do whatever you want with that cock, Kyla...but don’t stop worshipping these muscles while you do.”

KYLA: Kyla’s tongue snaked around his package, getting as close to it as she could before sliding her tongue away from it. She wanted to see him squirm in anticipation- just a little bit. His length kept getting harder as she teased around it, and finally it seemed to twitch for her touch. “Like I’d voluntarily take my hands of you,” she chuckled, her hands roaming his chest and tugging at his nipple every so often. Her tongue slid over one of his balls and then the other, sucking on the skin there for a while. Next her tongue slowed its way up his unit, taking about a quarter of it in her mouth, warming it up with delicate swirls.

OWEN: Owen groaned at the sensation of Kyla’s talented tongue teasing around his cock, which was throbbing harder and harder the more her delicate little hands worshipped and groped at his muscled body. “You’re so good at this, baby. Keep going,” he encouraged, his hands gripping the edge of the bench as he laid back, basking in her attention. As she licked around his balls, his cock twitched, all too ready for her next move. When her tongue finally slide up his impressive length, he let out a satisfied moan. Her tongue felt perfect around his head, hot and wet and expertly riling him up lick by lick. “God, that feels amazing. Don’t stop, baby…” He leaned back, his head falling against the tiled wall, his muscled chest heaving as she started to work him over. 

KYLA: Kyla listened to Owen, looking up at him to see the pleasure. She worked his nipples again tenderly, as she sank lower down his length. She very much enjoyed being called baby, and it sent a lovely pang to her chest whenever he said it. She kept taking more and more of him until she inevitably choked on him, though still determined enough to get it all in her mouth, continuing the swirling motion all the while.

OWEN: Owen groaned out loud as Kyla's tongue teased his nipples yet again, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He couldn't take it anymore and pulled her up against his chest, breathing heavy. "God, you're amazing," he murmurs between deep breaths, his fingers tangling in her hair. "But I think it's time for me to take charge now." He pulls Kyla to her feet and over under the shower stream, soaking both of them, making the material of her dress cling even tighter to her body. He leans her back against the shower wall, pressing his body against hers as he starts to undress her slowly, teasing her as he goes. "You look good in that dress, but you're going to look even better without it on," he murmurs against her skin, his hands roaming all over her, digits hooking into a few of those holes in the fabric. Giving an experimental tug, he growled approvingly at the tearing sound of the fabric. Tugging harder still, the material rips apart easily, falling away from her body like tissue paper to reveal her naked form. Without hesitation, Owen moves in, his chest only inches away from Kyla's face. He flexes his pectoral muscles, making them bulge tantalizingly close to her mouth. "Go ahead. Worship your captain, beautiful.” His cock was hard, poking at her soaked cunt as he waited for her to respond.

KYLA: Kyla giggled her way to the shower. She leaned her head back as her neck stretched up to kiss the tall man, the water streaming down and sloping over her breasts. “I only really wore it so you could take it off,” Kyla’s breath hitched. “God, yes. Thank you, Sir!” She stood so that his cock was beneath her, sliding it between her labia every once in a while as she wasted no time in licking the gift that was in front of her. She kicked the dress away as her tongue and lips sucked on his skin and brushed over his fit form.

OWEN: Owen couldn't help but groan as Kyla's lips closed around his cock, her warm mouth enveloping him as she sucked and licked him eagerly. He rested his hand on the back of her head, guiding her motions as she bobbed up and down on him. "Oh, Kyla," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You love my cock, don't you? You love feeling me deep in your throat." Without waiting for a response, he began to thrust his hips, fucking Kyla's mouth with wild abandon. She gagged a few times from his forceful thrusts, but he didn't slow down. He wanted her to know who was in charge here, and if she wanted his cock, she would have to take it like a pro. Owen groaned in pleasure as Kyla continued to suck him off, her mouth working magic on his cock. He looked down at her with a cocky grin, taking in her full breasts and pert nipples. "Your tits are fucking amazing," he replied, his voice filled with lust - thoughts of fucking them making him even harder in the wet heat of her mouth.

KYLA: Kyla was so lost in the action that she didn’t dare take her mouth off his cock to respond to his claim that she was enjoying it. Him taking charge and showing her who was running things only served to make her nipples harder, her tits sitting pretty as she sucked him off and gagged on his magnificence. It took a moment once he started thrusting wildly for her to get her bearings back, her tongue continuing to do fantastical things to his cock. Her hands settled on his chest, but soon she was so drawn to his package that her hands dropped down, massaging his balls as she bobbed skillfully, smiling around him looking up at this godly man.

OWEN: Owen let out a throaty groan as Kyla's tongue continued to work magic on his cock, her hands expertly massaging his balls. He leaned back against the wall of the shower, enjoying the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him. "That's it, just like that," he murmured, his eyes closing in pleasure. "You're doing such a good job, Kyla. Don't stop now." He reached down to run his fingers through her hair, the water from the shower cascading down over both of them. With her wide, sweet eyes trained up at him, Owen began to flex his muscles, his biceps bulging as he showed them off for Kyla. "Does it make you wet to see a real man standing over you while you suck him off like a good little slut?" He reached down to grip her hair tightly, holding her head steady as he thrust his hips forward into her mouth. He could feel his orgasm building quickly, and he wanted nothing more than to reward Kyla for her hard work. "Use one hand to rub your clit baby. I want you to cum at the same time I do..."

KYLA: Kyla could virtually feel her pupils get bigger at the offer. She loved every bit of praise she was getting, and who wouldn’t want to be a good slut for Owen? She nodded her head emphatically, down on her knees as he thrust into her. The opportunity she was getting to worship him so deeply and thoroughly wasn’t lost on her. She again smiled around his cock, a few fingers reaching down between her legs, spread apart so that her captain could get the view due him. As she got worked up, she tried to somehow do even more for him so that they’d both be ready to burst at the same time.

OWEN: Owen moaned at the sight of Kyla stroking herself as she sucked him off, her fingers spreading herself apart for his viewing pleasure. "God, you're such a good girl," he growled, his hands tightening in her hair. He could feel his orgasm building quickly, and he knew that he was close to the edge. He began to thrust his hips harder, his cock sliding in and out of Kyla's mouth as he fucked her face. He could feel her getting worked up, her moans vibrating against his shaft as she pleasured herself. With one final thrust, he felt himself tense up, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He let out a loud groan as he came hard, his cum shooting down Kyla's throat. "Swallow it all down like a good little slut," he commanded, his voice hoarse and low as he leaned back, his chest heaving as pleasure wracked through his entire body.

KYLA: Kyla was very attentive to Owen, continuing her tongue’s path and pace through it all. As his cock throbbed in her mouth and twitched in her throat, she felt her own orgasm building and building. She read his final groan correctly, letting herself over the edge as well. Her hand was speeding over her throbbing little clit, her legs spreading and then squeezing in together alternatively as the wave worked through her. “Fuck, Owen!” She had no idea if what she said was even intelligble with his entire length down her throat. Kyla obediently took his juices, swallowing several times while still servicing his thick cock, gagging beautifully around him.

OWEN: Owen groaned in pleasure as Kyla continued to service him, her tongue working wonders on his sensitive cock. He could feel himself getting hard again already, his body aching for more as he watched Kyla bring herself to orgasm. When he finally felt himself go soft in her mouth, he reluctantly pulled away from her, admiring the way she looked with his cum coating her lips. "Mmm, that was amazing, Kyla," he purred, running his fingers through her hair. "You're such a good girl." Helping her shakily to her feet, he leaned down to kiss her forehead, smiling at her when he pulled away. "Are you ready for round two?" he asked, his hand trailing down her body to cup her pussy, the hot water still pouring down on them. "Because I'm just getting started," He added with a wink, his fingers moving through her drenched folds easily.

KYLA: Kyla couldn’t help but wonder how much of a mess she had to look like by now. She was pretty into her own vanity, and she was embarrassed when she licked her lips and realized some of his cum hadn’t made it down her throat. But then he spoke to her, so assuring, and she figured she obviously looked good enough for him. She let him pull her to her feet then, moving her head sneakily so that his forehead kiss turned into a real after its initial moment. “Oh, I’m very ready, Captain,” she said with an anticipatory shiver. “I’m aching for you anyway.”

OWEN: Owen grinned widely at Kyla, admiring her body as he pulled her up to stand before him. "Good girl," he praised, his hand still cupping her pussy. He leaned down to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he savored the taste of her. When they finally pulled apart, he trailed kisses down her neck and chest, stopping to lick and suck at her nipples. "Get down on your hands and knees for me," he growled, spanking her ass lightly before stepping back to watch her follow his command. As Kyla obeyed, he began to trail kisses down her spine, teasing her with his tongue as he went. He could feel himself getting hard again as he watched her move for him, and this time, with her 'okay,' he knew he wanted to cum inside her.

KYLA: Kyla moaned into Owen’s mouth, her sweet sensitive pussy already curious and looking forward to his next move. “What are you up to, Sir?” She smiled brightly as lowered herself to the ground, her head and front of her body a little lower to the ground than her back, putting herself on display. She didn’t want to get too worked up, because he could decide not to let her cum again. But she found herself cursing under her breath already as his mouth lingered on her skin.

OWEN: Owen grinned against Kyla's skin as he worked his way down her back, his hands roaming over the curve of her hips. "You'll see, Ky," he said with a chuckle. He slipped his hands around to the front of her body, cupping her breasts from underneath and trailing his thumbs over her hard nipples. "Spread your legs for me, babe," he said, nipping at her earlobe. "I want to see just how wet you are for me," Owen smirked, lowering himself down to the ground, reaching under her and palming at her flat stomach, flexing his bicep against her pussy in the process. Surging forward, he pressed his lips against hers, claiming her mouth hungrily as he trailed kisses down her neck. His hand continued to tease at her clit as he snaked back down, setting himself hotly at her entrance before he slipped his tongue inside of her, circling it around as he sucked on the swollen nub. "You taste so good," he groaned against her, pulling her back to rut against his face as he started to really eat her out.

KYLA: Kyla giggled when he nibbled at her ear, spreading her legs wide for Owen, only able to imagine how wet his personality alone made her. Throw in the massive cock, the pretty face, and the sculpted muscles, and she was sure she was absolutely dripping. She could feel his muscles against her; his lips claiming her as his own. “Thank you, Sir,” she said with a groan already. Her cries once he got started seemed to echo through the room, high pitched and with short breaths. “Shit shit shit shit shit,” she cursed quickly.

OWEN: Owen grinned at Kyla's reaction, enjoying the way she responded to his touch so eagerly. "You're welcome, little slut," he growled, continuing to suck on her clit as he felt her getting closer and closer to the edge. He slipped a finger inside of her, curling it up to brush against her g-spot as he added a second and then a third. He worked them in and out of her, scissoring and stretching her as he lapped at her swollen clit with his tongue. He slipped another finger inside of her, stretching her tight little hole as he thrust them in and out. His free hand trailed up her chest, tweaking her nipples as he went along relentlessly.

KYLA: “Fuck!” Kyla cried out, imagining what Owen’s big fingers looked like scissoring her tiny cunt. Each finger inside her brought another level of bliss, making her nipples stick straight up as he tugged on them with no mercy. “God, fuck me- fuck me more!” Kyla pled in desperation. “Please, Sir, fill me up!”

OWEN: Owen chuckled at her pleas, loving the way she responded to him. "You're a good girl, but such a needy one, always begging for more," he growled teasingly, but he couldn't keep his hands off her either. She was making him hard and desperate for her in return. He pushed her up against the shower wall before gripping her hips tightly, pressing himself up against her curves until they fit together perfectly. But he still didn't give her what she really wanted. Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her as he traced patterns over her swollen clit with his shaft. "Please what, little slut?" he teased, grinning wickedly as he pressed the tip of his cock inside her just slightly before pulling back out again, his big, hard body practically dwarfing her petite frame against the wall. 

KYLA: “Can you blame me?” She asked him innocently. Kyla smiled as she was pushed against the wall, the droplets from the wall hitting her skin coldly. “Sirrr,” she whined as he teased her. Unable or unwilling to stand still, she moved herself over him, her clit rubbing up against his cock. “Please Sir!” She said louder than she meant to. “Or Captain or God or literally whatever you want!”

OWEN: Owen shuddered as Kyla's hands groped his pecs, feeling her tight little body grind against his cock. It was making him even more desperate to fuck her. "You're such a slut," he growled, but the teasing tone was still clear in his voice. He loved how needy and desperate she was for him. With a sudden movement, he picked her up and slammed her back against the shower wall, holding her there tightly as he thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock into her wet, waiting cunt. Her words exhilarated him further. He knew he had complete control over her, that she was completely at his mercy, worshipping him like a God. "Tell me how much you worship me, little slut," he demanded, pounding into her with all of the built-up tension and need he was feeling.

KYLA: “Oh my god,” Kyla gasped, squealing and screaming as Owen’s large cock pounded into her small frame. It took a moment for her mind to be able to make more words, and then a little longer for her mouth to actually form those words. “I worship your- your everything, Sir! Your handsome face and wonderful lips and masterful, buff chest. And-“ She paused again to scream, writhing against the wall. “And this cock, oh god- this fucking cock!”

OWEN: Owen's heart skipped a beat as she spoke those words, his cock throbbing inside her tight cunt. He loved hearing her praise him like that, loved seeing how desperate and hungry she was for him. "Yes," he growled, "praise my cock and my body, little slut. Tell me how much you want it." He thrust harder into her, making her scream even louder as he pounded into her deeper and faster.

It wasn't long before he was close, and he could feel she was, too, her ass bucking against the shower wall as she cried out in pleasure. "Cum for me, Kyla! Fuck!" Owen knew he couldn't hold back any longer, and he wanted to cum right along with her. "Fuck! Fuck, I'm coming, babe!" With one last thrust, he filled her with cum, panting heavily and moaning softly against her wet, smooth skin.

KYLA: “Its such an excellent cock, Sir!” Kyla told him matter-of-factedly, her eyes squeezed together in sweet agony. “No wonder you have so many people in your life- your body demands that much worship.” As with every other command she’d been given, Kyla didn’t have trouble coming along with Owen again, their moans and groans chorusing together. “Fuck, fill me up!” She breathed through it and eventually grew quieter, worshipping his neck with her mouth.

OWEN: Owen grinned, feeling a sense of pride and dominance as Kyla praised his cock. "Mmm, I know it's amazing," he replied, feeling his ego swell with every word she spoke. "And you're right. People just can't help but worship me - I have that effect on them." As they continued to fuck, Owen felt a thrill of pleasure and excitement course through him, watching as Kyla writhed in pleasure beneath him. He filled her up with his cum, biting down on her neck and leaving a small mark of her ownership. Finally, as they both came down from the euphoric high, Owen leaned in close and whispered into her ear teasingly. "Would it be totally unprofessional to offer you the captain spot right now?"

KYLA: “Unprofessional? Probably.” Kyla couldn’t help but laugh at her honesty. “Tell me, Captain. Does your offer have anything to do with what we’ve done in this locker room today?”

OWEN: Owen chuckled, setting Kyla down and reaching to shut off the water before handing her a dry, fluffy towel from the shelf off to the side. "Not at all, honestly. I'd already had you picked for the spot way before you posted that picture of that holey dress." Owen cast a gaze off to the sad remains of the garment in question and reached behind his neck, almost embarrassed at how carried away he'd gotten. "Sorry about that, by the way. Are you sure you'll be able to get another one easily?"

KYLA: Kyla had to think about the offer for a moment. She was much more stereotypically submissive than Owen was, and though she was objectively an excellent cheerleader, she wasn’t sure of her leadership abilities. Then again, she had a very bitchy captain in college that she could evoke if needed. “Well then I accept. Thank you, Owen.” She said it professionally, but her mannerisms showed that she was excited. “Do me a favor: never be sorry for what just happened,” she requested with a grin. “The internet has everything, I’m sure. Was it as good as you thought it would be?”

OWEN: "Amazing! You're one of the most dedicated members of the squad, and I kind of like the idea of passing the torch to another submissive-marked member. It's a legacy that I've started, and one I kinda hope remains - so keep that in mind when it's your turn to pass the torch, okay?" Owen chuckled at Kyla's request, feeling a sense of satisfaction knowing that she had enjoyed their encounter just as much as he had. "Of course, Kyla," he replied, grinning wildly. "I will never apologize for what just happened - not now, not ever. It was definitely as good as I thought it would be," he said, his voice low and husky. He leaned in close to her, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I can't wait to do it again."

KYLA: “I’ll be here forever,” Kyla predicted. “But when I do leave, I’ll keep that in mind.” She toweled herself off and wrapped herself up in the towel, leaning into Owen with a content sigh, a sparkle in her eye as she looked up at him. “You know where to find me.” OWEN: Owen quirked a brow, "You're joking, right? You'll get out of here in no time. No one in their right mind is gonna pass up the chance to claim you. Once that's checked off, you've just got points to worry about, and that's the easy part. He grinned, draping an arm across her shoulder. "Sure do, gorgeous. And I will: trust." They walked into the changing area of the locker room, decidedly closer than they were when they were an hour ago.

[dancer-subclarington]

Para: Holes || Owen & Kyla

Where: Locker room

When: 12/13/23

What: Holes get stretched

Owen ran his hands through his hair, streaking it back under the hot stream of his post-practice shower, when he heard Kyla clear her throat behind him, announcing her presence. Turning around, his eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the sight of her in nothing but that God damn dress. “Fuck.” He breathes, baring himself fully to her without an ounce of shame. “Damn, do you look good." He says, biting his lip as he steps closer to Kyla, winking at her as steps in closer, the water streaming down his thickly muscled frame. “The picture you posted is nothing compared to how hot it looks in person. Just for the record… Are you sure you want to risk my ruining this little thing? You might not be able to wear it again once I’m done with you…”

Kyla was all but bouncing off the walls during practice, though she’d not told her stunt group the big reason. She kept her back to everyone in the locker room while they changed, discouraging anyone to talk to her. Once everyone had gone, she’d put on the dress. A look in the mirror gave her the confidence to interrupt Owen in the shower, as she couldn’t wait any longer. “Thank you,” she smiled, a rosy red coming to her cheeks as she took him in. “I can always get another dress,” she reasoned, a hand on his big chest. “But I don’t think anyone will treat me *quite* like you will.”

Owen grinned cockily. “You’ve got that right, Ky.” He chuckled, looking down at her with a lustful expression on his face, running his hands up and down her dress. “I don’t plan on completely ruining this dress yet, anyway,” He leaned in, ghosting his lips against hers, his hand moving down her back and along the curve of her hip. “I have other plans for you first.” With that, he lifted her off the ground and carried her over to the bench, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, admiring her curves and the dress that clung perfectly to her body before leaning in and kissing her deeply. With her hands on his body, he made a point to flex under her touch - his chest and arms hardening responsively as his own hands mapped out her body over the skimpy little dress.

“Other plans hm? Like wh-“ She cut herself off with a squeal, hooking her legs around his buff body as she was lifted up. Her knees and legs reflexively spread as she scooted in close on his abs, moaning into the kiss as her hands found his abs, still slick from the shower. Her finger trailed along his stomach following the path of a stray water droplet.

Owen let out a low growl as Kyla hooked her legs around his body, feeling the heat between them intensify tenfold. Trailing hot kisses along her jawline and down her neck before whispering in her ear, “Mmm, plans like…making you moan my name until you can’t take it anymore.” He reached down between them, cupping Kyla’s core through her dress as she began rubbing her gently. “Fuck…feels like you’re already wet for me,” he murmured before capturing her lips in another deep, open-mouthed kiss. Pulling back, grinning cheekily at her as she admired his abs, Owen flexed his six-pack and watched as she ran her hands over his hard-earned set. “You like those abs, Kyla?” He asked as flexed them harder still. “I can give you an even better view…” With that, he leaned back a little, his muscles bulging as he ran his hands down the length of his torso. “Fuck yeah…worship this bod, Ky…,” he moaned softly.

“You sure know how to spoil a girl,” she gasped as his warm lips caressed her skin. She was very sure she was already wet for Owen, and thinking about moaning his name in this space that wasn’t as private as she was used to felt scandalous in the best way. “God yes,” she had to admit, her eyes now on his ab pack. The fact that she had abs herself didn’t do a thing towards making her not weak to abs on anyone. But these abs, big as they were and glistening in the light were nothing less than inviting. “You read my damn mind,” she said very quickly, unable to wait at all to dip down and lick his abs, looking up at him with wide, wanting eyes. Her hands wandered his stomach slowly, feeling every inch she wasn’t able to lick. “I could spend so much time worshipping you before I even could get to this cock of yours that I’m almost ignoring so I don’t overwhelmed with your beauty right away.”

Owen’s breath hitched in his chest as Kyla ran her hands over his abs, his muscles tensing under her touch. “God, Kyla, you know just what to do to make me weak,” he groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. Watching her hands wander along his stomach, feeling the heat of her gaze on him. “Mmm, take all the time you want to explore this body, baby,” he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in another heated kiss. He felt himself getting harder as she talked about his cock, his body responding eagerly to her worshipful touch. Standing up, Owen gently lifted Kyla off his lap and set her down between his thick thighs. With her gazing up at him, Owen flexed his pecs teasingly. “Mmm, how’s the view? Your captain’s big, hard body all for you to worship,” he growled, flexing his chest again. Leaning down, he planted another wet kiss on her lips before leaning back, seated above her like a king on a throne. “C’mon up here and lick wherever you want, baby. I’m all yours. Consider it a reward for just getting to see you in that dress, in person.”

Pretty pleased with herself for making him weak quickly, Kyla only wanted more of Owen. “God, fuck,” she couldn’t help but let the curse slide from her lips, all but whimpering up at his godly stance. “Thank you, Sir,” she said with genuine excitement, figuring he wouldn’t mind the title under the circumstance. She was allowed to lick wildly along his body, in random places, wherever her tongue led her. Her saliva began to cover more places than not, her tongue hotter against his skin with each stroke as she worshipped his pecs. Finally, she started down his treasure trail, inching closer and closer to his glorious cock.

Owen lets out a low growl at Kyla's curse, feeling his arousal skyrocketing. He watches in delight as she licks along his body, her tongue leaving a trail of moisture in its wake. "You're doing such a good job, Kyla," he murmurs, the title of 'Sir' only serving to make him even harder. He moans softly as she worships his pecs, the feeling of her tongue hot against his skin electrifying. "Mmm, keep going, baby," he encourages, his body trembling with anticipation. He feels the heat building in his groin as she gets closer to his cock. "Mmm, that's it baby. Lick me up and down. Don't miss a single inch," he murmurs encouragingly, enjoying the feeling of her tongue moving across his skin, his pecs flexing under her hands. As she reaches his cock, Owen lets out a satisfied groan, his member hardening at her attention, standing upright, casting a shadow over her pretty face. "Go ahead and do whatever you want with that cock, Kyla...but don’t stop worshipping these muscles while you do.”

Kyla’s tongue snaked around his package, getting as close to it as she could before sliding her tongue away from it. She wanted to see him squirm in anticipation- just a little bit. His length kept getting harder as she teased around it, and finally it seemed to twitch for her touch. “Like I’d voluntarily take my hands of you,” she chuckled, her hands roaming his chest and tugging at his nipple every so often. Her tongue slid over one of his balls and then the other, sucking on the skin there for a while. Next her tongue slowed its way up his unit, taking about a quarter of it in her mouth, warming it up with delicate swirls.

Owen groaned at the sensation of Kyla’s talented tongue teasing around his cock, which was throbbing harder and harder the more her delicate little hands worshipped and groped at his muscled body. “You’re so good at this, baby. Keep going,” he encouraged, his hands gripping the edge of the bench as he laid back, basking in her attention. As she licked around his balls, his cock twitched, all too ready for her next move. When her tongue finally slide up his impressive length, he let out a satisfied moan. Her tongue felt perfect around his head, hot and wet and expertly riling him up lick by lick. “God, that feels amazing. Don’t stop, baby…” He leaned back, his head falling against the tiled wall, his muscled chest heaving as she started to work him over.

Kyla listened to Owen, looking up at him to see the pleasure. She worked his nipples again tenderly, as she sank lower down his length. She very much enjoyed being called baby, and it sent a lovely pang to her chest whenever he said it. She kept taking more and more of him until she inevitably choked on him, though still determined enough to get it all in her mouth, continuing the swirling motion all the while.

Owen groaned out loud as Kyla's tongue teased his nipples yet again, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He couldn't take it anymore and pulled her up against his chest, breathing heavy. "God, you're amazing," he murmurs between deep breaths, his fingers tangling in her hair. "But I think it's time for me to take charge now." He pulls Kyla to her feet and over under the shower stream, soaking both of them, making the material of her dress cling even tighter to her body. He leans her back against the shower wall, pressing his body against hers as he starts to undress her slowly, teasing her as he goes. "You look good in that dress, but you're going to look even better without it on," he murmurs against her skin, his hands roaming all over her, digits hooking into a few of those holes in the fabric. Giving an experimental tug, he growled approvingly at the tearing sound of the fabric. Tugging harder still, the material rips apart easily, falling away from her body like tissue paper to reveal her naked form. Without hesitation, Owen moves in, his chest only inches away from Kyla's face. He flexes his pectoral muscles, making them bulge tantalizingly close to her mouth. "Go ahead. Worship your captain, beautiful.” His cock was hard, poking at her soaked cunt as he waited for her to respond.

Kyla giggled her way to the shower. She leaned her head back as her neck stretched up to kiss the tall man, the water streaming down and sloping over her breasts. “I only really wore it so you could take it off,” Kyla’s breath hitched. “God, yes. Thank you, Sir!” She stood so that his cock was beneath her, sliding it between her labia every once in a while as she wasted no time in licking the gift that was in front of her. She kicked the dress away as her tongue and lips sucked on his skin and brushed over his fit form.

Owen couldn't help but groan as Kyla's lips closed around his cock, her warm mouth enveloping him as she sucked and licked him eagerly. He rested his hand on the back of her head, guiding her motions as she bobbed up and down on him. "Oh, Kyla," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You love my cock, don't you? You love feeling me deep in your throat." Without waiting for a response, he began to thrust his hips, fucking Kyla's mouth with wild abandon. She gagged a few times from his forceful thrusts, but he didn't slow down. He wanted her to know who was in charge here, and if she wanted his cock, she would have to take it like a pro. Owen groaned in pleasure as Kyla continued to suck him off, her mouth working magic on his cock. He looked down at her with a cocky grin, taking in her full breasts and pert nipples. "Your tits are fucking amazing," he replied, his voice filled with lust - thoughts of fucking them making him even harder in the wet heat of her mouth.

Kyla was so lost in the action that she didn’t dare take her mouth off his cock to respond to his claim that she was enjoying it. Him taking charge and showing her who was running things only served to make her nipples harder, her tits sitting pretty as she sucked him off and gagged on his magnificence. It took a moment once he started thrusting wildly for her to get her bearings back, her tongue continuing to do fantastical things to his cock. Her hands settled on his chest, but soon she was so drawn to his package that her hands dropped down, massaging his balls as she bobbed skillfully, smiling around him looking up at this godly man.

Owen let out a throaty groan as Kyla's tongue continued to work magic on his cock, her hands expertly massaging his balls. He leaned back against the wall of the shower, enjoying the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him. "That's it, just like that," he murmured, his eyes closing in pleasure. "You're doing such a good job, Kyla. Don't stop now." He reached down to run his fingers through her hair, the water from the shower cascading down over both of them. With her wide, sweet eyes trained up at him, Owen began to flex his muscles, his biceps bulging as he showed them off for Kyla. "Does it make you wet to see a real man standing over you while you suck him off like a good little slut?" He reached down to grip her hair tightly, holding her head steady as he thrust his hips forward into her mouth. He could feel his orgasm building quickly, and he wanted nothing more than to reward Kyla for her hard work. "Use one hand to rub your clit baby. I want you to cum at the same time I do..."

Kyla could virtually feel her pupils get bigger at the offer. She loved every bit of praise she was getting, and who wouldn’t want to be a good slut for Owen? She nodded her head emphatically, down on her knees as he thrust into her. The opportunity she was getting to worship him so deeply and thoroughly wasn’t lost on her. She again smiled around his cock, a few fingers reaching down between her legs, spread apart so that her captain could get the view due him. As she got worked up, she tried to somehow do even more for him so that they’d both be ready to burst at the same time.

Owen moaned at the sight of Kyla stroking herself as she sucked him off, her fingers spreading herself apart for his viewing pleasure. "God, you're such a good girl," he growled, his hands tightening in her hair. He could feel his orgasm building quickly, and he knew that he was close to the edge. He began to thrust his hips harder, his cock sliding in and out of Kyla's mouth as he fucked her face. He could feel her getting worked up, her moans vibrating against his shaft as she pleasured herself. With one final thrust, he felt himself tense up, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He let out a loud groan as he came hard, his cum shooting down Kyla's throat. "Swallow it all down like a good little slut," he commanded, his voice hoarse and low as he leaned back, his chest heaving as pleasure wracked through his entire body.

Kyla was very attentive to Owen, continuing her tongue’s path and pace through it all. As his cock throbbed in her mouth and twitched in her throat, she felt her own orgasm building and building. She read his final groan correctly, letting herself over the edge as well. Her hand was speeding over her throbbing little clit, her legs spreading and then squeezing in together alternatively as the wave worked through her. “Fuck, Owen!” She had no idea if what she said was even intelligble with his entire length down her throat. Kyla obediently took his juices, swallowing several times while still servicing his thick cock, gagging beautifully around him.

Owen groaned in pleasure as Kyla continued to service him, her tongue working wonders on his sensitive cock. He could feel himself getting hard again already, his body aching for more as he watched Kyla bring herself to orgasm. When he finally felt himself go soft in her mouth, he reluctantly pulled away from her, admiring the way she looked with his cum coating her lips. "Mmm, that was amazing, Kyla," he purred, running his fingers through her hair. "You're such a good girl." Helping her shakily to her feet, he leaned down to kiss her forehead, smiling at her when he pulled away. "Are you ready for round two?" he asked, his hand trailing down her body to cup her pussy, the hot water still pouring down on them. "Because I'm just getting started," He added with a wink, his fingers moving through her drenched folds easily.

Kyla couldn’t help but wonder how much of a mess she had to look like by now. She was pretty into her own vanity, and she was embarrassed when she licked her lips and realized some of his cum hadn’t made it down her throat. But then he spoke to her, so assuring, and she figured she obviously looked good enough for him. She let him pull her to her feet then, moving her head sneakily so that his forehead kiss turned into a real after its initial moment. “Oh, I’m very ready, Captain,” she said with an anticipatory shiver. “I’m aching for you anyway.”

Owen grinned widely at Kyla, admiring her body as he pulled her up to stand before him. "Good girl," he praised, his hand still cupping her pussy. He leaned down to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he savored the taste of her. When they finally pulled apart, he trailed kisses down her neck and chest, stopping to lick and suck at her nipples. "Get down on your hands and knees for me," he growled, spanking her ass lightly before stepping back to watch her follow his command. As Kyla obeyed, he began to trail kisses down her spine, teasing her with his tongue as he went. He could feel himself getting hard again as he watched her move for him, and this time, with her 'okay,' he knew he wanted to cum inside her.

Kyla moaned into Owen’s mouth, her sweet sensitive pussy already curious and looking forward to his next move. “What are you up to, Sir?” She smiled brightly as lowered herself to the ground, her head and front of her body a little lower to the ground than her back, putting herself on display. She didn’t want to get too worked up, because he could decide not to let her cum again. But she found herself cursing under her breath already as his mouth lingered on her skin.

Owen grinned against Kyla's skin as he worked his way down her back, his hands roaming over the curve of her hips. "You'll see, Ky," he said with a chuckle. He slipped his hands around to the front of her body, cupping her breasts from underneath and trailing his thumbs over her hard nipples. "Spread your legs for me, babe," he said, nipping at her earlobe. "I want to see just how wet you are for me," Owen smirked, lowering himself down to the ground, reaching under her and palming at her flat stomach, flexing his bicep against her pussy in the process. Surging forward, he pressed his lips against hers, claiming her mouth hungrily as he trailed kisses down her neck. His hand continued to tease at her clit as he snaked back down, setting himself hotly at her entrance before he slipped his tongue inside of her, circling it around as he sucked on the swollen nub. "You taste so good," he groaned against her, pulling her back to rut against his face as he started to really eat her out.

Kyla giggled when he nibbled at her ear, spreading her legs wide for Owen, only able to imagine how wet his personality alone made her. Throw in the massive cock, the pretty face, and the sculpted muscles, and she was sure she was absolutely dripping. She could feel his muscles against her; his lips claiming her as his own. “Thank you, Sir,” she said with a groan already. Her cries once he got started seemed to echo through the room, high pitched and with short breaths. “Shit shit shit shit shit,” she cursed quickly.

Owen grinned at Kyla's reaction, enjoying the way she responded to his touch so eagerly. "You're welcome, little slut," he growled, continuing to suck on her clit as he felt her getting closer and closer to the edge. He slipped a finger inside of her, curling it up to brush against her g-spot as he added a second and then a third. He worked them in and out of her, scissoring and stretching her as he lapped at her swollen clit with his tongue. He slipped another finger inside of her, stretching her tight little hole as he thrust them in and out. His free hand trailed up her chest, tweaking her nipples as he went along relentlessly.

“Fuck!” Kyla cried out, imagining what Owen’s big fingers looked like scissoring her tiny cunt. Each finger inside her brought another level of bliss, making her nipples stick straight up as he tugged on them with no mercy. “God, fuck me- fuck me more!” Kyla pled in desperation. “Please, Sir, fill me up!”

Owen chuckled at her pleas, loving the way she responded to him. "You're a good girl, but such a *needy* one, always begging for more," he growled teasingly, but he couldn't keep his hands off her either. She was making him hard and desperate for her in return. He pushed her up against the shower wall before gripping her hips tightly, pressing himself up against her curves until they fit together perfectly. But he still didn't give her what she really wanted. Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her as he traced patterns over her swollen clit with his shaft. "Please what, little slut?" he teased, grinning wickedly as he pressed the tip of his cock inside her just slightly before pulling back out again, his big, hard body practically dwarfing her petite frame against the wall.

“Can you blame me?” She asked him innocently. Kyla smiled as she was pushed against the wall, the droplets from the wall hitting her skin coldly. “Sirrr,” she whined as he teased her. Unable or unwilling to stand still, she moved herself over him, her clit rubbing up against his cock. “Please Sir!” She said louder than she meant to. “Or Captain or God or literally whatever you want!”

Owen shuddered as Kyla's hands groped his pecs, feeling her tight little body grind against his cock. It was making him even more desperate to fuck her. "You're such a slut," he growled, but the teasing tone was still clear in his voice. He loved how needy and desperate she was for him. With a sudden movement, he picked her up and slammed her back against the shower wall, holding her there tightly as he thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock into her wet, waiting cunt. Her words exhilarated him further. He knew he had complete control over her, that she was completely at his mercy, worshipping him like a God. "Tell me how much you worship me, little slut," he demanded, pounding into her with all of the built-up tension and need he was feeling.

“Oh my god,” Kyla gasped, squealing and screaming as Owen’s large cock pounded into her small frame. It took a moment for her mind to be able to make more words, and then a little longer for her mouth to actually form those words. “I worship your- your *everything*, Sir! Your handsome face and wonderful lips and masterful, buff chest. And-“ She paused again to scream, writhing against the wall. “And this cock, oh god- this fucking cock!”

Owen's heart skipped a beat as she spoke those words, his cock throbbing inside her tight cunt. He loved hearing her praise him like that, loved seeing how desperate and hungry she was for him. "Yes," he growled, "praise my cock and my body, little slut. Tell me how much you want it." He thrust harder into her, making her scream even louder as he pounded into her deeper and faster. It wasn't long before he was close, and he could feel she was, too, her ass bucking against the shower wall as she cried out in pleasure. "Cum for me, Kyla! Fuck!" Owen knew he couldn't hold back any longer, and he wanted to cum right along with her. "Fuck! Fuck, I'm coming, babe!" With one last thrust, he filled her with cum, panting heavily and moaning softly against her wet, smooth skin.

“Its such an excellent cock, Sir!” Kyla told him matter-of-factedly, her eyes squeezed together in sweet agony. “No wonder you have so many people in your life- your body demands that much worship.” As with every other command she’d been given, Kyla didn’t have trouble coming along with Owen again, their moans and groans chorusing together. “Fuck, fill me up!” She breathed through it and eventually grew quieter, worshipping his neck with her mouth.

Owen grinned, feeling a sense of pride and dominance as Kyla praised his cock. "Mmm, I know it's amazing," he replied, feeling his ego swell with every word she spoke. "And you're right. People just can't help but worship me - I have that effect on them." As they continued to fuck, Owen felt a thrill of pleasure and excitement course through him, watching as Kyla writhed in pleasure beneath him. He filled her up with his cum, biting down on her neck and leaving a small mark of her ownership. Finally, as they both came down from the euphoric high, Owen leaned in close and whispered into her ear teasingly. "Would it be totally unprofessional to offer you the captain spot right now?"

“Unprofessional? Probably.” Kyla couldn’t help but laugh at her honesty. “Tell me, Captain. Does your offer have anything to do with what we’ve done in this locker room today?”

Owen chuckled, setting Kyla down and reaching to shut off the water before handing her a dry, fluffy towel from the shelf off to the side. "Not at all, honestly. I'd already had you picked for the spot *way* before you posted that picture of that holey dress." Owen cast a gaze off to the sad remains of the garment in question and reached behind his neck, almost embarrassed at how carried away he'd gotten. "Sorry about that, by the way. Are you sure you'll be able to get another one easily?"

Kyla had to think about the offer for a moment. She was much more stereotypically submissive than Owen was, and though she was objectively an excellent cheerleader, she wasn’t sure of her leadership abilities. Then again, she had a very bitchy captain in college that she could evoke if needed. “Well then I accept. Thank you, Owen.” She said it professionally, but her mannerisms showed that she was excited. “Do me a favor: never be sorry for what just happened,” she requested with a grin. “The internet has everything, I’m sure. Was it as good as you thought it would be?”

"Amazing! You're one of the most dedicated members of the squad, and I kind of like the idea of passing the torch to another submissive-marked member. It's a legacy that I've started, and one I kinda hope remains - so keep that in mind when it's your turn to pass the torch, okay?" Owen chuckled at Kyla's request, feeling a sense of satisfaction knowing that she had enjoyed their encounter just as much as he had. "Of course, Kyla," he replied, grinning wildly. "I will never apologize for what just happened - not now, not ever. It was definitely as good as I thought it would be," he said, his voice low and husky. He leaned in close to her, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I can't wait to do it again."

“I’ll be here forever,” Kyla predicted. “But when I do leave, I’ll keep that in mind.” She toweled herself off and wrapped herself up in the towel, leaning into Owen with a content sigh, a sparkle in her eye as she looked up at him. “You know where to find me.”

Owen quirked a brow, "You're joking, right? You'll get out of here in no time. No one in their right mind is gonna pass up the chance to claim you. Once that's checked off, you've just got points to worry about, and that's the easy part. He grinned, draping an arm across her shoulder. "Sure do, gorgeous. And I will: trust." They walked into the changing area of the locker room, decidedly closer than they were when they were an hour ago.

[see-with-your-eyes-and-remember]

Summer 2008

“Where were you?! Swimming in the canal? No… a pond? Sara, no, that’s dangerous! You can’t do that! What if there was a BIG LIZARD?”

A pair of twelve-year-old girls in the middle of summer of ‘08. Best friends looking for something to do, I lent Skylar one of my swimsuits and we jumped into the nearby community retention pond. Gross, I know. Upon our return, we were met by Wawi in the driveway of my parent’s new house in Davie, a house we didn’t live at yet despite having it for a year. My parents were perfecting it and “making it their own.” The house was a new build and we’d be the first family to make memories in it. Wawi and Pipo had helped my parents purchase the house so that my sister would have her own room, finally. She’d been sleeping in my bed, and it was getting to the point where I’d wake up with her legs across my chest, or her head on my belly. At bedtime, I’d tickle her until she could barely keep her eyes open. As I adored her little giggles, I wondered what her voice would sound like when she could speak full sentences, what her favorite color would be, what sports she’d want to play.

BIG LIZARD. We were so confused. “You mean, iguana?” I asked,

Wawi looked concerned and aggravated that she couldn’t recall the name of the incredibly dangerous reptile, “No, no… Bigger! The BIG LIZARD with sharp teeth…”

I remained confused but Skylar burst out with her laugh, like bellied “hee-hee’s!” her eyes squinted, and tongue pressed against her front teeth, it’s the kind of laugh that you can’t help but laugh, too.

“She means alligator!” Skylar gets out.

“Oh, my goodness, Wawi. There aren’t any alligators in there.”

“You never know.”

At that time, I hadn’t known about the bizarre businesses Wawi and Pipo were involved with in Cuba before they immigrated. The “big lizard” story is something Skylar and I still laugh about today in our late twenties, but now, I often wonder why Wawi couldn’t think of the word “crocodile” given the fact that she had illegally dealt dozens of taxidermy crocodiles and sea turtles to Russians in Cuba.

Interview Fall 2023

Me: Why did you leave Cuba?

Wawi: Because… We want to be in a better place. We want to be millonarios, and the situation in Cuba was very difficult, mucho problemas, porque we were doing many illegal things.

Me: Like what?

Wawi: (Cuba 1974) We were selling crocodiles and sea turtles disecados, illegally to the Russians. Para ellos eso es como un arte. We knew a guy who would catch the crocodiles and tortugas and sometimes we would help him prepare the animals to sell them to the Russians. We would stuff them with el serrín. Sometimes we would use the turtle shells, el cherepakha, to make expensive jewelry. I had a friend who would sell to Bulgarian people (they were more dumb) he would break wine or beer bottles and use the glass to make shiny stones, set them in gold to sell as emerald. Or sapphire when the glass was white [clear]. 

Me: I remember you told me you were on a moped and you would transport the crocodiles that way.

Wawi: No no no, we were not on a motorcycle! We were peddling, peddling with my daughter on the front of the bicycle. She was sitting on the bars. She was maybe 2 years old. He [Pipo] was the chauffer! We had to be careful not to break the tail because we would lose the deal. Sometimes if we saw the police, we would leave the crocodile on the side of the road, hidden in the bushes, and come back for it a little later. The crocodile was in a big paper bag, maybe about 5 feet or 4 feet. Probably would weigh around 20 pounds. I was sitting on una padrilla, a metal thing on the back of the bicycle. We would knock on doors where the Russians were living and try to sell them the taxidermies. In that time, I didn't know how to do Russian talking; I would just show them and try to sell to them.

Me: And you were taxi driving, too, right?

Wawi: I was also a taxi driver during that time. It was a chevy 4 door. The taxi number I had was 926. [Ironically, Pipo's birthday is September 26th] When I was a taxi driver, I was putting a lot of people in the car. I charged every person for the ride, instead than charge the cost of the ride. Because the transportation in Cuba is very, very difficult. So, people waiting for hours after work for a ride to get home from work. So, they paid me. Sometimes I put people in the trunk, I squeezed about 8 people in the car. I taught him how to drive the taxi, that's how he learned how to drive. I would let him take the car sometimes. He was working as a teacher, and he was a locksman, he did both. He steal a little bit from that place, too, one rocking chair he took it piece by piece to bring it home on his bike. One day he would bring an arm, he built it piece by piece so we would have something to sit on at home.

Summer 2018

A little after my college graduation, my siblings and I nominated my dad, or Papi, for the Town of Davie’s 2018 Sustainability Award. Rather, he kindly requested us to nominate him. In the 10 years that we lived there, Papi had become an avid “plogger” in and around our neighborhood. The word “plogging” is a combination of “plucking” and “jogging”, picking up litter while exercising. The practice spread from Europe, where it seems to have its origin in Norway. At first, Papi didn’t know there was a term for what he was doing. His passion for building, restoring, and beautifying communities is what called him to plogging. In his early twenties, he moved from Wisconsin to South Florida to kickstart his lifetime career in city planning after earning his master’s in urban development. Papi always says he selected Florida instead of his other options because it was “the south-est.” Sofia, Branden and I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t been fed-up with the cold.

Mami was never very fond of my dad’s plogging hobby. Perhaps she was embarrassed after a couple of parents from school said to her, “Oh, your husband is the one that picks up trash in the mornings!” She would joke and say that she thought it was gross, or that he was going to hurt his back bending over so much. Maybe she was envious of the attention my dad gave to our neighbors and the community. One Christmas she gifted him a litter grabber. I don’t know if it was a gag gift or if she had finally accepted his strange advocation, regardless, he was excited and used it relentlessly.

Alas, the 2018 Sustainability Award was bestowed upon my father. My heart felt heavy as I stood there in the back the city council room. I wanted to cry but had no clue which emotion was triggering the tears. I was so proud of my dad; there hadn’t been a doubt in my mind that he was going to receive the award, or that he deserved it. But less than two months prior to the award ceremony, the night before my college graduation, I dialed 911 as a dispute between my mom, and me, and my dad escalated beyond words. My parents were divorcing.

I’ll always wonder if the good that resulted was worth scarring me and Mami’s relationship. I’ll wonder: Was my father’s ignorance actually bliss? Was it worth the emotional trauma it caused my sister in her teenage years? I hadn’t realized how oblivious she was to our parent’s toxic relationship. Standing there, behind a sea of suits and grey hair, I watched Papi approach the podium and receive his metallic validation. He had done good for the Town of Davie.

Of course, he mostly finds litter while plogging. He has a saying “Where there’s a cup there’s a lid, and where there’s a lid there’s a straw – except when its coffee.” But Papi found quite a bit of money while plogging. He once found an iPad and a clip board and was able to determine that it belonged to a softball coach at the nearby Catholic school. He returned several cell phones and wallets to quite grateful neighbors. And a good portion of his wardrobe consists of, what he calls “finds”: Countless t-shirts, nice flip flops, business shirts, a warm work coat.

One time, Papi lugged home two wooden rocking-chairs. They were left out on the side of the road for bulk trash, or for anyone who cared to salvage them. They were dirty, the cushions were caving in, but the foundation was sturdy. Papi cleaned them up, rebuilt bases for the cushions, and listed them for sale online. Ironically, the woman who originally owned the rocking-chairs called to thank my dad for what he had done to her chairs and if she “could please have them back?” I can picture his wide grin and raised eyebrows as Papi told her he had put too much work into the chairs to return them for free. The woman didn’t want to pay for them. My dad ended up giving the rocking chairs to Wawi. And now, both rocking-chairs are on my porch, where I read or write in the afternoons.

Papi’s entire outfit is made from some of his favorite plogging finds. The shirt, shorts, jacket, hat, and sandals pictured here were all abandoned then later discovered by Papi. What they say is true: “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure!”

Interview

Fall 2023

Wawi: (Cuba 1970s) When I was able to pocket enough money, I would fill the tank to the rim (the government paid for the gas) and I would drive out to the country to get chicken, cheese, beans, malanga. That was the only place to get good food like that. I would bring it back to the city and open the trunk and sell it. I also sold cigarettes for a lot of money. When I would sell the tortuga or the crocodile to the Russians, I would go into their apartment and say give me the sandals, give me the cigarettes. I would open their refrigerator. I want this and I want that/ I would take the sardines, the chorizo, their coffee (they had Pilon, instead of Bustello) I would make a big pile and trade el crocodile or el cherepakha for the pile of things from the Russian house. The cigarettes, I would sell the box for 40 pesos.

I sold everything. I almost sold Damaisy one day. I was negotiating all the time.

As a taxi driver I met a lot of people from all over. I met a guy who was a big embassy worker from Morocco. I drove him to the embassy, and we got to talking. He said "I wanna meet a girl like you, very pretty" so I told him I had a friend I could bring to him. So, I had two friends that I knew. I sold the girl to the guy. I went with her, and we hung out at the pool at the embassy and he paid us. Sometimes I would bring him girls and he would pay me. He'd give me chorizo and other meat sometime.

And I would steal the prescriptions from the doctor’s office and sell them people. Because if you present a certificate that you are sick, the government will pay you for the days you are out sick. So, I stole a bunch from the clinic and I would sign the prescription as if I was a doctor and they wouldn’t have to go to work. This way they could go make more money illegally than work their government job that pay very little.

We didn’t have AC or water heater. The water would come on 2 or 3 hours a day. So, you have to take a shower with the hose. You would have to fill an oil can with water and put it in the sun during the day to heat up the water that way I could bath my daughter.

Me: How did you feel on the day you were leaving Cuba?

Wawi: I was nervous because I felt bad that I was going to leave my mother. I was crying a little bit in the airport. I was afraid because I never went on a plane and the flight was eleven hours to Spain. I knew if I didn't take the chance to leave, I would never leave. Because I don’t know if I can go in the ocean, like people who escape on the boat, we almost did. We didn't do it because I'm afraid of the ocean and we were waiting for the chance to leave legally.

March 2017

“This is for iffy you need to do poo-poo!” Wawi announced, pulling an emesis bag from behind her back and laughing so hard she almost needed to use it herself. Her and my mom were packing for the trip I was about to take with my half-grandaunt, Viviana (Wawi’s half-sister), and my great grandmother, Yaya (Wawi’s mother). They were getting a kick out of it, too, completely losing it over how I would need to use my underwear and a bucket of water to clean my “chucha” and about the “oh so delicious” food I was going to be eating. They were cackling so much that tears were streaming down their reddened faces. I was laughing too, but nervously. What was I about to get into?

I’ve been to Cuba twice. I was two the first time and I don’t know if my memories are authentic or merely fabricated from the camcorder videos and film photos my parents have from the trip. I do know it was dirty and hot and that we left sooner than we had planned because we all caught a stomach virus. I went again over Spring break ’17, I had just turned 20. Yaya and Viviana repeatedly reminded to boil water before drinking it. I left with two extra-large suitcases completely stuffed with clothes; shoes; toiletries like deodorant, lotion, toothbrushes, and toothpastes; seasonings like Sazón GOYA®, polvo de ajo, cebolla en polvo, and comino. Wawi’s uncle, Yaya's youngest sibling, Uva, was particularly impressed with the stick deodorant because he would no longer need to wash his hands after applying paste deodorant. I also had a notepad and mechanical pencils specifically for him because he loves to write. When he unboxed the pencils, he attempted to write on the back of his hand assuming it was a pen.

“¡Esto no funciona!” he exclaimed when the ink didn’t transfer.

“Eso es un lápiz, tío, necesitas papel” I said, handing him the notepad. I proceeded to show him how to write and erase with the mechanical pencil.

“¡ vaya, las cosas que inventan!” The things we invent, indeed.

A week later I returned home más flacita. If it weren’t for the StarKist Pouches of tuna creation, box of crackers, and granola bars Wawi and Mami packed for me, I would have completely starved. Not only did I weigh a few pounds less, I also didn’t have any luggage. As intended, everything I brought I left in Cuba. I returned with just the clothes on my body and my iPhone.

The few meals I did eat in Cuba I enjoyed very much. I think that’s the only thing I said on the way home after Wawi and Pipo picked me up from Miami International Airport. Slumped in the back seat of Wawi’s Ford F150, I couldn’t focus on anything but the view outside. After a week in Cuba, I was experiencing culture shock in America, my native country, the place I call home. Aghast and maybe somewhat horrified, Wawi darted her eyes at me in the rearview, “Qué?! What?! You liked the food, no kidding?”

Yes. The meals were prepared with love. Or maybe it was the feeling of overwhelming adoration from family members I didn’t even know existed that made the food taste that much better. Either way, I know for a fact that the meat I ate was fresh because on my first day there, we took a horse carriage down the road to get to a street vendor who was going to sell us the pork. Well, when we arrived, the vendor said he didn’t have the cut of pork shoulder we wanted—he had to go slaughter a pig and he’d have it ready for us in the afternoon. So, we clippity-clopped back to the concrete house, and in the meantime, I helped remove tiny stones and bugs from the uncooked white rice and dry black beans. We went back to the vendor in the afternoon to pick up the meat for the best masitas de cerdo I’ve ever had.

I slept in four different homes during the one week I was in Cuba. On March 13th, 2017, we landed in Santa Clara just after 9am. Yeline (Wawi’s cousin) met us with a taxi driver who brought us to her mother’s house in Cabaiguán. The house didn’t have air conditioning or running water. I used a bucket of hose-water and my underwear to wash my chucha. I pooped in the toilet, forgetting that it wasn’t going to flush. Embarrassingly, I had to asked how to get it down. Due to stress and adrenaline, I slept well despite the heat and mosquitos.

March 14th was my sister’s thirteenth birthday, but I had no way of contacting her. I woke up with the sun to horse hooves and loud salsa music. I itched at my bug bites as I rummaged through my suitcase for a granola bar. We spent the day visiting neighbors and relatives. Yaya is one of six children, would have been seven if her twin had survived during childbirth.

We visited Yaya's elder sister, Piya. Witnessing her living conditions completely broke me. When we arrived at her house she was lying in bed and needed assistance to be propped up. Buckets were placed in various places to collect rainwater. The wooden walls were rotting away, and her along with them. How could I stand in a picture with her and smile, knowing that she will die this way and I will return to my home with hurricane proof windows? If anyone wants to see my “fake” smile, I’ll show them this image.

Left to right: Piya, Yaya, Yeline, Alberto (Piya’s son), Viviana, me.

I later learned that Piya had another son. "He was sooo nice" Wawi tells me. His name was Manolo. He hung himself not long after he came out as gay.

[sassbassmythe]

PARA 001

Elliott didn't have a lot of downtime lately, he was supposed to be training but honestly he needed the rest. He needed to read. And the latest series he's been reading had a new book come out, so he was dying to read it but no place would do. So he headed to Central Park where the large expanse of grass called for him, but a special spot.

Once he made it under a tree and got comfortable, Elliott grabbed out his glasses and deep dived into the world of Greek gods in the modern world.

It had been more than a month since Sebastian had moved to New York, and between classes and being an intern, or more like a slave, at a Law firm, his life was hectic enough to allow himself a breather. That day though, with the excuse of doing some errands, he decided to take some time to himself, and what better  place to do that that Central Park.

After buying a nice cup of coffee from one of the vendors there, he made his way between the big trees, his feet almost floating over the fresh spring grass, while the warm rays of the sun fell on his face after sneaking through the leaves. Only for a second he managed to look back down on his own step, and that's when he saw him.

Elliott.

He stood frozen for a good second or two, deciding what he should do next. It had been almost five years since they had last seen each other, so maybe he wouldn't remember him? He scoffed at himself. Who wouldn't remember Sebastian Smythe? Taking a deep breath, he kept on walking until he stood within a proper, non-invasive distance. "Elliott Anderson. As I live and breathe" he said, with a warm smile on his face.

@sexonastick-blaineanderson

Elliott was pretty concentrated on his book, this was the long awaited third book after all and he was ready to dive in. Though his mind did wander back to training as his coach kept reminding him of his impending try outs for the national team, one step closer to being on the Olympic team but he digressed. All this practice just made him want to own a bookstore, be done with swimming and only swim for fitness and fun.

But he shook that thought away when he heard a very familiar voice he hadn't heard in a while, looking up from the edges of his glasses, he felt like he stopped breathing when he saw Sebastian.

His Sebastian

He needed to say something but all he could do was try to close his book, which he didn't pay attention to because he fumbled a little before dropping it "S-Sebastian, oh my gosh. Hi" he got out as he grabbed the book and got up from where he sat before speaking again "You look good.."

Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle softly at how caught off guard Elliott looked, which wasn't that much surprising to be fair,  and he took the chance to get one step closer while the other stood up, or managed to do so. "Not so much like yourself. Like good wine, you got better with age. Adulthood suits you. So, how about this, huh? We both are in New York after all. Small world."

He tried to make out of the book he had in his hand by tilting his head. "Is that required reading? You're in college, yes?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry. Too many questions" he said, then looked around, catching on yet another detail. "You're here all by yourself? You're not with... whats-his-name, anymore?"

Once he stood up, he did notice the other moved closer but he didn't mind, it would be weird for them to be stood far away from one another otherwise. Shaking his head like the bashful schoolboy, he smirked "Oh stop it, you're the epitome of fine wine, and you know it" he nodded with a bite to his lip "Honestly didn't think new York was your thing, but to be fair...that was 5 years ago" he said quietly by the end.

Tilting his head before blushing "Oh gosh no, to both actually..this is just a new book of mine I've been dying to read...and no, no college" ge shrugged "I got straight into swim training...trying out for the national team to hopefully get onto the olympic" though he didn't say that with much enthusiasm before noticed sebastian and his outfit, smirking "What about you, dressed all smart. College? Job?" He said.

"Uh yeah I'm by myself" he admitted sheepishly before tucking the book under his arm "We broke up a while ago"

Sebastian laughed earnestly at that. "I don't think my hotness was ever under discussion here, but I will take the compliment, thank you" he said, his face literally shining now that he was seeing Elliott again. In all fairness, and even while still looking like a cute school boy, the man looked much more mature, and if possibly even more gorgeous than he once did.  "Um... yeah- heh... A lot happens in five years" he simply said, looking down at a leaf at his feet and kicking it slightly.

"Oh, so you kept on doing that? Swimming? I'm surprised I haven't seen you on the U.S. Olympic Team already. I always half expect to see your name on the probable list of people for it." He looked down at himself and chuckled. "Ah, yes. Both, actually. I'm at the Columbus University, Law School. I know, shocking, huh? And I also work for the Tettler and Brown law firm, doing my internship already."

He raised a brow and shrugged. "Oh. Sorry about that" he said, although deep in his heart he was glad about it, since he had always felt that relationship had been nothing but toxic for Elliott.

"I never said you were hot, just a fine wine" he joked before he really looked at the other, he had definitely grown and for the better. He was handsome before but even more so now, he had this swagger about him that Elliott hadn't seen before. Noticing the awkwardness of that comment, he left it be, no need to focus on the past.

"Yeah still competing in swimming...I would have been on the Olympic team for the 2026 Olympics but that's when a lot of shit happened and I missed out" he said without meeting Sebastian's eyes as he felt ashamed for not making it then, now he had to wait in hopes he would even have a chance. But hearing sebastians life really made him smile, "Wow look at you, you're really doing it all huh? That's amazing sebastian, I'm happy for you"

Shrugging "It is what it is..." he scuffed his shoe on the grass "Guess I'm meant to be on my own" Elliott mumbled before looking to meet Sebastian's eyes "Did you want to sit or walk? Unless I'm keeping you from work or study?"

Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. "No way you back paddle from that one now, Elliott. Too late" he said with a playful tone, thankful that the other didn't carry on with his comment about 5 five years being a lot of time. Because it was, and so many things had gone so differently than what they had once thought they would, so there was no need to bring all that up now. For now.

"Oh... I'm sorry hear that. I hope everything that happened is okay by now?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice. To know that he had been going through things that hadn't allowed him to train and compete the way Sebastian remembered he had always loved made him extra bad for not being present in his life to support him in a way. "Yes, well... To the shock of absolutely no one, I became my father, so hooray for me" he said with a chuckle, although there was a big chunk of sarcasm in his tone.

Not really wanting to pull Elliott's ex in the conversation, he simply shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe your great love is out there somewhere, and you just haven't met him, or her yet." In response to the other's question, he stepped up and sat on the grass. "I rather to spend my free time with you, catching up" he said, patting the spot next to him.

Elliott rolled his eyes playfully as he looked to the other, he hadn't changed either since the last time they saw each other. It did bring up memories for Elliott, having the other stand before him at this moment, but he shook it off.

"I've got tryouts for the national team...in hopes to make the Olympic team but..." he let out a long breath "It's not the same anymore for me" he admitted. Elliott loved swimming, every bit of it but it was different for him now, he had other passions. Elliott tilted his head a little "No, you may think you are but you're not. I can tell" he admitted.

Noticing the her comment, he chuckled "I haven't been with a woman since...y'know" he lead off before he sat down as well "I didn't want to keep you from anything important"

It was difficult, more like impossible for him to stand in front of Elliott freaking Anderson and not being playful and flirty, like all those years ago. But from the look in the other's face, it was obvious it wasn't something he was into any more, so let that part go.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand. To be the best in swimming was all you talked about back at school. It's... weird hearing you talk like that." He shrugged. "So, what would you like to do,  if it's not swimming?"

He chuckled, while Elliott sat beside him. "Always thinking the best of me, huh? Maybe not now, but one day I'll most likely be like him... But enough of that- Did you end up getting into NYU?"

Did Elliott have feelings for Sebastian? Of course he did, they were everything to each other 5 years ago but it didn't work out the way they wanted. And after everything, Elliott was scared to get hurt, not just by sebastian but by anyone.

"I love swimming but I'm honestly getting tired of competing, after missing that opportunity...it took a part of me I think that I can't find" he shrugged "Own a bookstore maybe?" Looking to Sebastian and seeing that look, he felt like he let him down.

"I disagree, you may be his son but you have your own views, opinions..nope you'll be different, you always have been" he smiled before nodding "Yes I did, I completed my degree for publishing actually..."

Sebastian took a sip of his coffee, remembering all the sudden the cup was still in his hand. "Well.. You know what they say. Sometimes, it simply isn't the right time..." he said, with a soft sigh lingering in his words. They both knew about time not being right for some things, no matter how bad it was wanted.

He looked at him curiously and smiled. "A bookstore, huh? Hm, that sounds like a fine idea. Of course, in this e-book age and era, it needs to be a very good concept for it to attract people to actually buy the books; but it sure sounds like a good challenge for you."

It wasn't the first time they had that same debate, and he found it funny that even after all those years, they were able to go full circle and right back to the same topic. It was because of that, that Sebastian knew that no amount of argument would make Elliott to change his mind about that, so he simply shifted the topic. "Ah. Now the bookstore makes much more sense."

"Well I want to embrace the e-book era as well, I wanted to get an app for the store so people can rent a book for $5 or something, it's a once off so once you read that last page it's not available anymore. But if you choose to purchase the book, then you get that $5 off, the total price...I don't know it's a brainstorm" he shrugged as he had a feeling he was reaching a bit far but he wanted to give it a go.

They always seemed to have this about them, talking about those similar topics but also having a fresh perspective too. He smirked a little about the bookstore comment "It all comes full circle" he joked before running his hand through his hair "So tell me about you, what you've been doing"

Sebastian couldn't help but smiling brightly while he listened to Elliott going on about his initial idea for this e-book business idea. One of the many things he loved about him back when they were together, it was how his whole face lit up when he came up with an idea, or a plan for them to have fun, or maybe even simply to study. It was like he could actually see the cogs turning inside his head.

"Now, that's actually a very good approach of things. And, where to start, if not brainstorming, hm? I seem to remember that was when you would get your best ideas, back in the day." He leaned back on his seat and took one final sip of his coffee before he put the empty cup down. "It does indeed. You would need a good publisher lawyer to see all the copywriting things to be done right."

He looked at him and smiled when he asked him that. "Well, as I've already said, I'm a lawyer, already doing my masters degree. And also, I have a small, private practice, other than working at Tettler & Brown, which takes care mostly of pro-bono cases within the LGBTQI+ community... That's been really something else. Quite the eye opener."

No matter how much time has passed, they seemed to have settled back into old habits. Like Brainstorming and talking about ideas, it truly made Elliott feel like he was back in school again...when he was happy. Taking a deep breath as he had to reset his brain in that moment, he couldn't think like that, sebastian wasn't interested and he probably wasn't the right guy anyways for him.

Chuckling gently, he nodded "It hasn't changed,  honestly I'm still the same guy, just older and not that much wiser" he joker before he twirled his fingers as he noticed the other putting his cup down "Yeah I'd imagine it'll be a hard thing to get permission for...but that's the big goal, First is to have the bookstore, get the books and get the hard work in first" he explained "Good thing I know a lawyer" Elliott nudged his arm gently.

Eyes going wide a little, he was impressed, the other was doing it all. Like he said he would. "Wow...how do you even have time to sit with me right now? You must be busy Ba- Sebastian, that's amazing though what you're doing for our community.."

Sebastian shifted on his seat once he put the cup down, crossing his legs and faced Elliott properly to give him his full attention; that, and also, he wasn't going to miss the chance to look properly at him, after all that time since the last time they've seen each other. "Oh shush. You were always wiser, or at least, the wiser one" he said with a soft chuckle, referring mainly to those days where he had been the brain of their relationship, whereas Sebastian had always been the more hot headed one.

"Well, I don't know much about copywrite laws, but I can surely give you some directions towards a good one" he said, actually glad he could be of any help to Elliott at all. "Oh! Because I have a clone of me running around the city, that's how" he said, then laughed and shook his head. "You know me. I'm just a perfect planner of things. Did you really think I would go through the day without my dose of caffeine? And look what it brought me today- To get to see you again." He smiled at him, then looked the other away. "I think that's what's made it all much better."

Tilting his head curiously at the other before smiling gently, they were always like ying and yang all those years ago. Opposites but they worked so well together, they helped each other in areas they lacked. But it wasn't enough it seemed. "I don't see myself as wise, but thank you...you're too kind" he replied gently.

"That's okay, I was only joking with you anyways" he elbowed him gently before laughing "I wasn't talking about him anyways, I'm surprised he's even in the City, thought he would be in Europe" he commented. Blushing a little, he tried to hide it but knew that the other would notice the sudden change of his skin. He knew how to get Elliott to react afterall "Are you saying it was fate we saw each other today Mr Smythe?" he all but whispered, toying with the pages of his book, needing to feel something other than his own hands "I never thought I would see you again"

Sebastian smiled. "Thank you for that too. And yes, I am. But I'm also right" he said, giving him a pointed look, as if he was challenging him to debate his logic, which was something they did often to one another back in the day. And as easy as it was, or felt to simply went back to those moments, or how they would have acted on them, it took him half a second to force himself to remember those days were gone. So, he nodded and looked away quickly, going back to be attentive and serious.

He shrugged. "In the end, I liked it here better. It was a chance for me to do what I actually like, and if I had returned to Paris, I would have certainly ended up doing something my father would had wanted me to. So, I said 'fuck it', and took my chances here." When Elliott said that he looked at him again, then smiled. "As a matter of fact, I do." He grabbed the empty cup again. "Someone told me just yesterday that the guy at this specific coffee cart did delicious coffee, so I figured today it would be a good day to try it out. And it's because of that, I took this specific route on the Park. Do you realize how difficult is just to randomly run into someone, at a place this big? I never come this way, and today I did. Is that good enough of a reason to you?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. "To be honest, me neither. And that, apparently, leaves us with the awkwardness of tiptoeing around a conversation that's maybe preventing us from asking the real important questions."

"You always want to be right, even now" he shook his head, meeting his eyes with a look of you're still going to play this game? before he smiled gently. They always seemed to be in a constant banter of who will win. Not a bad thing but it was so easy for them to slip into. Elliott did wish they still could do it more often, but he had to remind himself that they weren't for each other anymore.

Listening to Sebastian, he was saddened about the fact that their father still tried to have his hooks deep into the two boys but knew he wouldn't quit until the day he died really. "I'm glad you took that chance, not allowing him to control you anymore y'know?" he commented "Your father hated me I think because I enabled you to be more independent than before...and I didn't fit his criteria I guess" Elliott always got the cold shoulder from Sebastian's father, but Elliott just brushed off the chill. Raising his brow curiously, he grinned "It is yes, think someone was guiding you today, without your full knowledge"

Biting his lip, he let out a long breath "I've never seen you tiptoe around a conversation Sebastian, no matter how awkward it is" he mumbled before looking at his hands, toying with the finger that once held a ring he wore for Sebastian "I fucked everything up is what you mean"

He shrugged. "No one ever met his criteria, not even me, or my brother. I can only think that if he cloned himself, then he would be satisfied, although come to think of it, maybe he wouldn't be happy, even then. Bu thank you- It has felt nice so far, not to have heard from him about how much of a disappointment I was anymore. Being here meant being free, and I wasn't about to let that pass." Another shrug. "Call it what you want, but I don't believe in coincidences. What's meant to be, is. And what's not, isn't. As simple as that."

He looked ahead and sighed. "Maybe I just prefer to be quiet, or I'd be rather hurtful otherwise" he said, then looked at him again. "It's exactly what I mean, and it's exactly what you did" he said, then looked away again. "But you had your reasons. I always had the feeling I wasn't worth the risk anyway. You wanted a quiet, boring life with Kurt. And you got it, however short it was."

"Honestly I think if he did have a clone, he would find the faults that we all see and he would still say he himself is perfect" he agreed before smiling "I am proud you made that step Sebastian, I know it mustn't have been easy for you but doing so probably showed him that he doesn't control you like he thought he could when we were in school" he explained. Biting his lip, he simply nodded.

Wincing just a little at that comment, he wasn't sure if he could hear what might come but he knew he deserved it also "I was stupid and naive to think that going back to Kurt would be a forever thing...I should have seen the signs but I made a huge mistake that day" he admitted "I told Kurt that when we actually broke up, he threw a vase at my head" he smiled but it wasn't out of humour, more ridiculousness "I'm sorry for how I treated you"

Sebastian frowned a little. "The signs? What signs? I mean, other than me making a complete fool of myself and saying I had feelings for you- Was that what scared you so much, that you chose at that moment you wanted to spend the rest of your life being bored to death?" He rolled his eyes. "Not surprising. He was always a fucking drama queen" he said, wincing his nose, then shrugged. "I suppose it all worked out for the best in the end, right?"

Elliott shook his head "No no" he rushed out "Not with you, I should have seen the signs with Kurt..." he replied quickly "He would never want to meet my parents, never saw me during practice or meets...just a lot of things but just those little things" he mumbled before biting his lip, to stop from laughing "You said it not me". Nodding gently "I guess, but now I'm a failure, and here's you succeeding in life and your career is only just beginning"

Sebastian huffed under his breath, somehow not feeling better with what Elliott explained either, because in the end, even with all of those 'little things' he was speaking of, he still chose Kurt, and decided what they had wasn't worth the risk. "You're not a failure, Elliott... You're just- not where you're suppose to be, doing what you're suppose to love anymore, and that takes a toll. Once you figure that out, good things will come for you." He looked at him and sighed. "I know- I mean, I understand I'm also somewhat to blame for what happened. Maybe, I don't know... if I had gotten serious about my intentions, and not leading you into thinking we were just a fling, things would had been different- I don't know..."

Elliott sighed a little before shrugging "I guess so..." he said before he looked to sebastian with a curious look "I don't blame you Sebastian for anything that happened, I was young and foolish...I made a mistake that day..I chose wrong and it's my biggest regret"

Sebastian leaned back on the bench and shrugged. "You don't have to. I blame myself. Always have. I realized that I could've done it better-" He looked at him. "I could've fought for you, and perhaps- who knows, you would've... chosen me. Who knows where we could be now, if that had happened, right?" He sighed. "That's my biggest regret, Elliott. Not having fought harder, to keep you, and to make you understand that we would've been good together."

Shaking his head before he shuffled closer to Sebastian, putting his stuff to his side "Sebastian don't do that, don't think what if about me as it's my fault...I never blamed you for not coming after me, I fucked it all up myself by not even talking to you about it all...we could have...we could be together, but I screwed it all up for us"

TBC.