#I miss editing and giffing so i'm gonna catch up on this

[joshduhamels]

I miss giffing so i think i’m gonna focus on Josh’s scenes from Mighty Ducks: Game Changers season 2 and go from there! i have the season downloaded to gif so this will be my little project. <3 

[demonslayedher]

Fangirl hubris and why I have a poll about my fate below

Tl;dr, yesterday I tempted fate with fitting in a late-show trip to the cinema for more Kimetsu Theater while I was dragging a suitcase home from a trip to the boonies, where they are not airing Kimetsu Theater. This is how you guys thought it would go:

The real results below, as told through updates to a friend and a few Inosuke gifs.

Rui would not be proud of dream!me for abandoning my family like that.

But also, at that moment, the theater was pretty warm and I was all worked up for having found a locker in the location I thought I needed, only to wind up totally turned around, and then when I found the route to the theater, I suddenly had no idea how to get back to the lockers where I left my suitcase, so I had run to retrace all my steps, retrieve the suitcase, deposit it in a different location, then take photos of the whole route to the theater so that I wouldn't panic when trying to make my train.

Thankfully the "oh, I hate cities, suddenly I am very lost" panic in advance paid off, because this was the update I sent next:

I MADE IT TO THE EARLIEST TRAIN THAT WOULD BE POSSIBLE TO CATCH!

That means I only needed one train after that instead of two! And leeway! So much leeway!! (Though I wasn't gonna relax until I was on that last train.)

So anyway, edits! For the record, I never watched the arc edits that were aired for Fuji TV (because I don't have a TV), although I did see the Taisho Secrets somewhere. So I had no recollection of a "Dear Urokodaki, I've fought some demons and I'm looking for a cure for my sister Nezuko and I made friends in the Corp named Zenitsu and Inosuke" framing device. I did recall things that were missing, though--Hisa-san lighting sparks, Zenitsu and Chuntaro making up after a spat, that sort of stuff. I was sad not to see that fluff, but the edit did make it tell a more compact story of "one night, these kids have a terrible night in the forest encountering some miserable spiders."

However, they sure could have been smoother. After all, we got Shinobu apologizing to Giyuu for saying he was disliked... But we never actually saw her say that, until it was worth reiterating.

Still, what's most important is that Giyuu got to declare that he's not disliked. That, as well as many other parts, got a lot of giggles throughout the theater. Japanese audiences tend to stifle their reactions, but there were a lot of people having trouble containing their glee at the late show.

I could say more here, but I already reblogged all my old rewatch posts. AND THERE WAS STILL ANOTHER TRAIN TO CATCH.

(sorry the gifs don't move on screenshots, you can use your imagination)

Anyway, you hear that!? I am the strongest!!! And I was gonna carry my suitcase uphill through the neighborhood so that I wouldn't bother people, because I am strong like that. But there was a taxi outside the station so I took that instead and got home even faster.

Look how strong and flexible I am!!! So glad less than half of you had this faith in me (but that some of you had faith in me to be smarter too)!

More good news:

The end... For now. At least until Friday. On Friday I get really stupid again.

[ace-of-spaders]

*taps the mic and laughs nervously because of the major stage fright*

Lizzington shippers, fam, grandmas and grandpas, can I have a moment of your attention, please?

It's not a secret that, while some people in Lizzington community are still active, whether they write or make gifs or keep our dash full of Lizzington even in this trying times ( @melbob26-blog, thank you for this! ), Lizzington community as a whole went into hibernation over the last couple of years.

And I get it, interests change, especially when one show ends and there's another ongoing, moving on from the show that ended is totally natural, especially when it didn't give your favorite characters the happy ending they deserved.

I get it.

Hell, for a pretty lengthy while there I focused on other ships and shows, too, especially after TBL ended ended last year.

But you know what I realized earlier today, when I reread some of the old fics, browsed through gifsets and text posts, watched some fanvids?

It's the show that ended, for some in 2021, for others in 2023. And the only thing that means is that it cannot disappoint us anymore.

( it's not like we were suddenly deprived of quality content, because let's face it, the fans have been the main source of the quality lizzington content for years now, while the show gave us mere crumbs, on a good day )

But Red and Liz?

They are still out there, fighting criminals, catching Blacklisters, travelling the world, shamelessly flirting, toppling shadow organizations, raising Agnes and/or any other children they have, and generally being the sexy badass power couple they are!

Nothing changed in that regard.

So why would we mourn them, when they are out there, healthy and happy and in the middle of yet another adventure? I'm sure right this moment Red is drawing Liz into another one of his heists and she's only too happy to join him, even though she pretends that she's not, for the sake of the game.

There's literally no reason for us to stop writing, giffing, editing, sharing theories and headcanons and memes and just talking about our favorite couple.

And by writing all of this, I want to propose something daring to you:

Let's revive the Lizzington community!

Let's rewatch earlier seasons and gif the hell out of them because it's been a while and because precious moments between these two are not going to become less precious even if it's giffed 10 or 100 more times, not to mention that ever gifmaker's style is different, so there are virtually no two identical gifsets as there are no two identical snow flakes.

Let's make fanvideos, picspams, picture edits, fanart, moodboards! The amount of songs, quotes, moments etc that can inspire you is virtually endless!

Let's write fics, let's explore AUs, let's give each other prompts and challenge each other to try something new or practice some aspect of writing, like writing kisses or AUs or hugs or making up Blacklisters etc!

Let's share headcanons and theories and ideas and what our versions of Red and Liz are like, because everyone has their own unique versions of Red and Liz living in their head, and it's just beautiful, if you ask me!

Let's reblog stuff, filling each other's dashes with Lizzington!

Let's scream about Lizzington because no one does it like them!

Let's revive the Lizzington Community, we all miss it!

PS. Feel free to reblog this post – spread the suggestion!)

PPS. To assure you that I'm not the type of person who encourages others but doesn't do anything themselves, I can tell you I've already got some ideas for a couple of Lizzington events in mind. Those include challenges, thematic weeks etc.

PPPS. I'm not sure how many people are checking the tags these days, so I'm gonna tag some people I know under the cut, just in case, to spread the suggestion. If you weren't tagged, trust me, it's nothing personal!

@meetmeatthecoda @iwouldlovetoeatyourtoast @agxntkeen @factoseintolerant @tale-xistime @james-baeder @lettie1609 @withwhatiam @peace-love-on-planet-earth @missourired @felilaprivada @strawberry-pills @roominthecastle @codewordpumpkin @my-robot-heart @kitkate91060 @imyourplusone @shelly1952 @itsjustme-itsmylife @castle2cute @nancyjocom @cress-26 @lunaarlilacs @femaleoptimistic @scifi-gk @greeneyedsoul88 @figureofdismay @shippinglizzington @kissthefuture @thetwistedargent @actuallylorelaigilmore @sorrydearie @turningtimeinthetardis @buildinggsr @apicturewithasmile @windfalling @piketrickfeet

[aprilblossomgirl]

april's watchlist march 2025

it's march already! i made some changes to how i outline my list to simplify it. (also, since i'm observing Ramadan, i will most likely reduce my watching and giffing time and perhaps my online time here this month.)

so here's my main list for the month (which only includes two shows that i live watch):

thamepo -- although i hate to see it end, i am so looking forward to the finale next week! so far it keeps exceeding my expectations with all its unpredictability and i'm ready for the final surprise. i'm gonna miss this show so much and the boys. marspo really got my full heart just as much as thamepo.

perfect 10 liners -- my current ultimate hyperfixation: faifawine. i love them so much already from the start and can't wait to see the way they 'fix' each other's heart <3 they would be my giffing priority, along with thamepo, although i might still gif other shows/characters occasionally.

besides thamepo and perfect 10 liners, i'm casually watching these shows on my own terms (or not live-watching): us and dear my secretary. most likely followed by my golden blood once it starts airing. (edit: why did i forgot to include ossan's love thailand.)

i am also very slowly catching up with a few finished shows: love scout (kdrama), your sky, and love sick 2024 (i love these kids so much i don't want to finish it soon!). and as if i still have a lot of time on my hands, i'm eyeing these shows as well, but we'll see how it goes: dalah (thdrama), the best thing (cdrama), and undercover high school (kdrama). considering adding nevertheless the jdrama version as well, but i know my capacity.

(i'm trying to add varieties to my watchlist this year --that is, checking on the kdramas and jdramas and cramas world-- but i'll see how things turn out.)

i hope march treats us well <3

[mrsbrookemunson]

I had an idea for Pietro Maximoff, maybe where like y/n is a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and she's with Clint (I don't mean romantically, I mean like on a mission) in that scene where he knocks Clint down and says "you didn't see that coming?" And when he's about to speed of he gets distracted by y/n and then Clint almost shoots him so he leaves but after that he can't stop thinking about y/n

(Not My Gif)

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x GN!Reader

Song: I Was Watching Age of Ultron When Writing This To Make It Accurate To The Movie. All Credit To Marvel For That.

Prompt: The Request.

Genre: Nothing Specific.

Warnings: Swearing (LaNgUaGe!), blood, injury, canon fighting, and graphics, weapons are used. Probably types, but it’s edited, so that’s me being dumb.

Word Count: 1756

A/N: I'm back and I'm worse than ever! I'm rusty... And I changed the request to make it the actual scene in AoU, but Clint and Y/N are partners.

| Requested | Obviously...

“Shit!” Tony cursed.

“Language!” Steve commented after he heard the swear word come through comms. “Jarvis, what’s the view from upstairs?”

“The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield,” Jarvis informed. “Strucker’s technology is well beyond any other Hydra base we’ve taken.”

“Loki’s scepter must be here,” Thor chimed. “Strucker couldn’t mount this defense without it.” His hammer hit an attacker behind him, “At long last.” Before effortlessly flying right back into his hand.

“‘At long last’ is lasting a little long, boys,” Natasha checked in.

“You know I agree,” you said, knocking down one of the guys, the next one that attempted its attack getting hit with an arrow you shot–not to mention perfectly.

“Yeah. I think we lost the element of surprise,” Clint replied.

“You think?” You responded in a taunting tone.

“Wait a second. No one else is gonna deal with the fact that Cap just said “Language”?”

“I know,” Steve whined.

You laughed loudly, “Hey! Give the old man a break, he’s from ancient times, you know?”

Steve sighed, “Just slipped out.”

You let out another chuckle at his sound of defeat. “Oi!” You whistled loudly enough for Clint to hear from several feet away.

Once he noticed you, he jogged down. “You doing okay out there?”

“Look, I know I might be a newbie to S.H.I.E.L.D and all, but I got this—” You get cut off by a bullet barely missing you.

Clint raised his bow and shot the person. “You were saying?” He let his arms drop by his sides.

You huffed. “I’m not a child,” you claimed.

More bullets began to shoot at the two of you. “I got these ones if you got those ones.”

You nodded. “On it!” You ran off.

“And hey!” he paused to swiftly kick at someone, fighting the members of Hydra. “We’re a team!” he shouted.

“I know!” You punched a guy. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” you whispered to yourself.

You were fighting the last guy when he pulled out a small knife (~My Weakness~) You struggled against his strong force as he tried to stab it into your stomach. Fortunately, you won, unfortunately— "Fuck!" You swore when you saw the knife sticking out from your thigh. The guy you were previously fighting fell to the ground with an arrow sticking out of his torso. You turned around only to see Clint gone.

“Wha—” You heard explosions off in the distance.

You limped off in that direction, your eyes searching for your partner.

“Clint?!” you called out.

Nothing.

You closed your eyes for a beat and… there.

You heard the sound of an arrow sweeping through the crisp air. You pointed in that direction and followed the invisible line you drew. Suddenly you see a blue blur run past Clint. It knocked him up into the air. Clint groaned in pain once hit the ground. You were about to go help him when the blue blur became a person.

Tall with ivory skin, and platinum, almost silvery, blonde hair.

You heard the muffled voice say, “You didn’t see that coming?” His accent was evident.

You raised up your bow and shot an arrow, quickly, only to have the man catch it before it could even get close to hitting him, and he somehow ended up right in front of you.

You stumbled a step back and the pain sent a wave of nausea over you.

You didn’t expect him to freeze at the sight of you, considering how fast and cocky he was just moments earlier. He seemed at a loss for words. His eyes averted down to the leg that had the knife poking out, blood trickling down your calf and staining your suit. His gaze jerkily bounced back up to your fearful expression.

You fought the urge to stare at the blue of his eyes. They were striking and the snow made them glisten even more than you guessed they normally do. But, you were scared. Not that you would try to show it, nonetheless you did, and of course he noticed. Maybe Clint was right all those times he said that you weren’t ready. Was he right? That’s a first.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” the man assured. “I’m Pietro.” He reached out for you and you found yourself allowing it.

Clint recovered hastily at the sight of you injured and this man–Pietro–about to grab you. He jumped onto his feet and shot an arrow, and for the first time in the last five minutes, it nearly hit the man. Pietro jumped out of the way, it would’ve hit you if he hadn’t caught it.

“You’re welcome,” Pietro said, jokingly. He sprinted off in a blue blur.

“Y/N!” Clint jogged to you, out of breath. Just then a bullet shot right where Clint was standing prior to the current moment. He glimpsed behind then turned his attention back to you. “What happened?” he asked, gesturing to your leg.

“What do you think?” you bickered, distractedly. “I got stabbed.” You seethed. “Who was that?!”

Clint propped one of your arms up and around his shoulders. “I have no idea.”

“He told me his name,” you confessed.

“Oh, really?” Clint sounded uninterested.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I think I’m going to pass out now.”

“You do that.”

Clint’s words cued the darkness to surround you, drown you, bury you into a peaceful sleep.

“We have an enhancement in the field,” Steve reported.

“Y/N’s been injured,” Clint revealed. “They just lost consciousness.”

Natasha–not wasting another moment–came over to you and Clint. “Somebody want to deal with that bunker?”

Summoned, the Hulk destroyed the bunker that continuously kept shooting with a loud and aggressive roar.

“Thank you,” she murmured. She grabbed you and laid you down. She tried desperately to do whatever she could to patch you up and get you awake again.

“Stark, we really need to get inside,” Steve spoke.

“I’m closing in.”

“How’re they looking?” Clint asked.

Natasha sighed. “They’re looking like they’re not about to wake up anytime soon.”

“Jarvis, am I closing in?” Tony furrowed his eyebrows, confused. “Do you see a power source for that shield?”

“There’s a particle-wave below the north tower,” Jarvis stated.

“Great, I want to poke it with something.” He blasted the shield down. “The drawbridge is down, people.”

Steve retrieved his shield as Thor knocked down the rest of the Hydra members in his proximity. “The enhanced?” he questioned.

“He’s a blur,” Steve answered. “All the new players we’ve faced, I’ve never seen this. In fact, I still haven’t,” he paused. “How’s Y/N doing?”

“Unresponsive,” Natasha reported back. “We’re gonna need evac.”

“I can get Y/L/N to the jet,” Thor affirmed. “The sooner we’re gone, the better.” He turned to Steve. “You and Stark secure the scepter.”

“Copy that.”

Thor tilted his head towards the new batch of Hydra members. “Looks like they’re lining up,” he observed.

“Well, they’re excited,” Steve guessed and lifted up his shield.

Thor slammed his hammer against it creating a shock of lightning to strike the line. “Find the scepter,” Thor ordered and flew away with his hammer.

“And for gosh sake, watch your language!” Stark ridiculed.

Steve sighed, exhausted. “That’s not going away any time soon,” he told himself.

Wanda glared at Pietro when she saw him again. “I got that Captain America,” she informed. “But, I think he took down Strucker.”

“I took down two of their people out there,” he bragged in a scoff. “And they said we weren’t ready.”

“Who’s the person then?”

Pietro’s breath hitched in his throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I can read your mind, Pietro.”

“I thought we set boundaries about that,” he argued. “And why should it matter? They’re just a person that was injured and I–I was worried.”

“They’re not one of us is the—” Wanda’s posture straightened. “Iron Man,” she whispered. “Let’s go.” She grabbed Pietro’s hand and guided him to where the scepter lay.

“Thor… I got eyes on the prize,” Tony said, nonchalantly walking up to the scepter.

Wanda appeared behind him and waved her hands around his head, a red spark of her magic entered his brain and clouded over his eyes.

And there she saw it. His worst fears in real life. All the Avengers are dead around him. The what if’s of their first battle. What if he didn’t save them? What if he didn’t do more? Why didn’t he do more? He saw a hole in reality and watched over the planet for only a millisecond. He woke up from the state, and Wanda gaped at the remembrance of the sight she just witnessed.

Pietro’s blur stopped right beside her about to go stop Tony, but she put a hand out in front of him. “Where did you go?” she asked.

“I wanted to go see something.”

“You wanted to see if you could find them.” She looked slightly up at him.

He gave her a look of confusion, a puzzled expression, and a little irritation. “We’re just gonna let him take it?” He changed the subject.

Wanda didn’t answer and instead slowly smiled.

They both watched as Tony raised his hand up, the glove of his suit attaching to his body. He walked around to the other side of the table and grabbed the scepter dramatically.

“They made them evacuate… by the way.” She shrugged and analyzed her twin brother’s face for any sign of emotion toward her words. “Stab wound. One of our people. Lost consciousness, and is unresponsible, but they'll be fine…”

“They will?”

Wanda gave him a look of amusement. “And you're the one who's so consistent in stopping Iron Man right now from taking the scepter, whilst you can’t even get your mind off of one of their people.” She chuckled, quietly. “Who knew you were such a softy…”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Let’s get out of here before he sees us,” Wanda suggested.

“So, we’re really letting him take it?”

“I know you like to do things fast, Pietro, but these things take patience, do you understand? Or are you too caught up on how ‘beautiful’ the person you saw was?”

With that Pietro sprinted away without another word spoken.

Wanda, before she followed, looked back at Tony with another smile, but instead a more sympathetic smile.

Both twins conflicted with their own inner battles.

Wanda with her feelings towards the Avengers.

And Pietro with his feelings towards a person that's in the Avengers

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[knockknockchicagopd]

❛ BLACK JACKET WITH WHITE LETTERS ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Would I be able to request prompt 16 “You're mine. I don't share”. With Hank voight where they go to one of those police events and she works in his unit and they are a couple with her being younger and they dont have to be in police uniform so she wears a really nice dress and as he introduces her and talks to other people he knows, some of the men check her out and try flirt with her and he notices. Could there be a bit of smut if not that's cool to ���❤

❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 3k.

❚❙ Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

❚❙ General tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes @scarletsoldierrr @mondefantastique @that-chick212 @enbyamaro @inlovewith3 @ocetevasgirl @destynelseclipsa @miahelen @jadakiss13 @mcgreads @graniairish @teller258316 @i-love-scott-mccall @tclaerh. Hank Voight tag list: @sophie-writes. If you wanna be added to my tag list, send my a message! ⚡

Fortunately, it's been a quiet day, otherwise, you couldn't deal with a Districts event like the Commanders call them. A meeting that reunites every officer, inspector, detective, and whoever who wears ‘the blue uniform’; including special agents from the FBI. These last ones are the kind of man who pushes you out of your good mood with all that quackery about serving the whole country, the unlimited resources, the missions. Every time you hear a fed talking about how passionate and exciting their jobs are, you just want to punch their faces. Mostly, they're behind a desk while cops like you are protecting the streets of Chicago in the firing line. But, as Burgess and Upton said, it's time to have some fun. And anything else.

Since you don't have to wear that horrible uniform you use at official events, you have chosen a breathtaking black silk dress that fits your anatomy to perfection, falling from your chest, with a spaghetti strap neckline, to your ankles. And a pair of skyscraper highlights on the same color, with the small difference that the heels are tremendously golden. Your back is almost bare, being crossed by four fine strips, knowing it's going to give Hank some trouble. Oh, you're going to have so much fun tonight. You are very sure.

The soft make-up delights your cute, but lethal, outfit on point ready to leave Kim's house accompanied by your friends. You've arranged to meet at the party with the rest of the Unit since your future husband and Antonio needed to be from the start of the event, which means the three of you are going to earn more than some gazes by assisting alone, with no male figures by your sides. As if you need some kind of protection. Men (...).

Stepping out from your car and giving the keys to the parking attendant, who seems he's having a heart attack after watching you walk with so much cockiness and sensuality, you come into the party. The look you exchange with Kim and Hailey as soon as you check the reaction of the assistants, makes you draw a triumphant smile while raising your chin in some kind of greeting. You aren't going to stop now, leading your steps straight to your partners. Ruzek chokes on champagne with his eyes over Burgess, while Hank looks at you over the edge of his glass of bourbon taking a sip.

“You should work like that every day”. Antonio opines welcoming the three of you in his arms.

“I second that, brother”. Jay quickly adds making a toast with his cup of red wine.

“Bet you'd be the one who wouldn't work”. Hailey replies palming his chest, making you giggle.

In the meantime they continue arguing about the dress code, a strong arm gets placed around your lower back to push you somewhat closer, letting his hand fall over your hipbone. You know exactly what it means. Hank isn't the kind of jealous man, who needs to mark his territory like a dog. But you know that sometimes he feels insecure because of the age gap. He trusts you blindly, that's a fact, but he's human; he has fears and you understand it. Putting your left hand on the back of his neck, you caress his scalp almost unnoticeably, tilting your head to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek earning a satisfied grin from him.

“You look really beautiful tonight”. He whispers, watching you sideways as if it's a secret between you two.

“Thank you, Sergeant. I always try to do my best”.

Hank chuckles against his glass about to have a last sip till emptying it. Taking it from his hand, you pull yourself away to go to the bar and ask for two more drinks. You're thirsty and too sober to be a Friday night. Checking some emails on your phone while the bartender serves your order, you can't help but listen to some backtalk about your career. A couple of suited men combed as politicians and wrapped on a strong scent that throws your stomach. You try to ignore them until they're close enough from your position to offer you a hand in a formal greeting.

“Johnson and Derrick. FBI”.

The blonde one looks like a senior official, while the other looks like a newbie. Turning towards both, you come into the forced polite mood to stretch his hand firmly.

“(Y/L/N), Intelligence Unit, gentlemen. A pleasure”.

“The pleasure is ours, detective”.

“Special agent”. You correct him inevitably, even if it sounds arrogant.

“Special agent, of course”. Johnson replies with a nod of his chin. “I've read your file lately. I have no words to describe it. Graduated with excellent grades in Yale, two years in the Army, another undercover in a Cartel… And you also know how to fly a helicopter”.

“If you weren't from the FBI, I could think you've been stalking me like one of your serial killers, sir”. The sarcasm in your tone of voice earns your Unit's attention, very focused on the conversation between the feds and you.

“Who catches a monster without becoming one, right?”

The man introduces a hand under his jacket to offer you his business card. But you don't take it, just looking at it for a second before raising your eyes towards his.

“In your academy shows you to have the big balls to disrespect a Sergeant or a Chief, by trying to steal their officers in front of their faces? Because mine shows us to serve and protect the citizens”.

His gesture changes suddenly in a sight, hearing some chuckles behind you coming from Hailey and Kim. Raising both eyebrows as you don't get any reply back, you just nod before grabbing the two drinks you have asked for when they interrupted you. Coming back to your friends, you can't help but wrinkle your nose in a gesture of disgust earning more giggles from your partners. But it doesn't seem funny for Hank, who you know he's killing them in thousands of ways inside his head.

As the night passes, you notice Agent Johnson's eyes on you with no shame, starting to make you feel uncomfortable. Although you would be delighted to embarrass him in front of everyone, he has had enough from you. But this doesn't end there. Excusing yourself, you step to the terrace almost emptied to have some fresh air, knowing he's going to follow you. Maybe, to insist a little more. He was so interested in recruiting you to miss the chance.

And as you thought, he's that predictable. You don't turn because of his steps coming closer, but because he pretends to clear his throat to claim your attention. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head to a side feigning curiosity with a forced smile showing up on your lips.

“I would like to apologize for my behavior. In my profession isn't habitual to find agents of your characteristics”.

“For sure, sir. It doesn't matter”.

“You could have an extraordinary career in the FBI”.

“I already have it where I am. I don't need schedules, cheap suits, and an earpiece to succeed”.

“I understand your relationship interferes in your decision, but you do—”.

“I'm sorry, you said what? Did you…? Oh, god, I can't fucking believe it”. You can't help but laugh shaking your head. “I don't have any relationship as soon as I wear my badge, sir. And you are starting to cross a line you don't want to cross. Believe me”.

“Ma'am, don't misunderstand my words, nor my intentions. I just think ma—”.

“Nobody asked you to think, Johnson”.

Raising your eyes over his shoulders, you can see your boyfriend sipping his glass of whisky, joining the talk as he tries to keep calm. You know Hank to perfection. If he wasn't your boss, he would have punched him already.

“If you continue pissing off my agent, we're gonna have a problem”.

The man just nods, alternating his gaze between the two of you. Seems that he has admitted his defeat.

“Beautiful and lethal. You're a son of a bitch with so much luck, Voight. Take care of this diamond. Or she will end up wearing a blue jacket with yellow letters”.

“Uh-huh”. He replies as you continue remaining silent.

Passing your boss away back to the party, leaving you alone, you can't hide the proud smile that turns your gesture into a funnier one. Taking short steps towards him, you steal the glass from his hand to drink from it under his attentive brown eyes.

“Blue isn't my color. Not at all. I'm more into black”. You whisper referring to the jackets you are used to wearing in the Chicago department.

“Hm…”

“Imagine having your badge hanging from your neck all day like a collar. Do I look like a dog? I prefer to have it on my belt. And I'm already used to the disgusting watered coffee we make in the twenty-one”. As you continue giving him more reasons, your forefinger traces a path up from his chest to his nape. “And I have so much fun driving my Dodge all around Chicago”.

“Anything else you wanna add?”

“Hm… no. Actually, not. That's all, sir”. You reply puckering your lips, pulling yourself away some inches with a playful aura wrapping you both.

“Now lemme tell you something here”. Hank says then, leaning over your ear. “You're mine, I don't share”.

His voice and his characteristic raspy voice gives you some chills down your spine bone. Biting your bottom lip unconsciously while he stands up, you know the party is over for you and it's time to go home. Holding your hand and taking back his glass of whisky, you walk inside to say your goodbyes before leaving the fancy place straight to the underground parking. You are not going to lie saying you don't love his dominant mood when the occasion demands it.

As soon as you reach your car, you can notice sideways Hank making sure you're totally alone. He doesn't usually take risks of being seen in public too lovey-dovey, but it's not about it this time and you can't wait for him to go ahead with his intentions. Of course, he doesn't make you wait for too long to push your back to the copilot door, attacking your neck in the meantime his hands grab your hips stealing you a low gasp. Hank makes himself between your legs, urging you to surround his waist with one of them to close the distance that separates you, feeling the need he has to mark his territory, as rarely he shows.

“Take me home”. You almost beg closing your eyes as his teeth are nailed on your most sensitive spot, earning a soft grunt that vibrates your body.

“I'm gonna take you here, sweetheart. Any problem?”

“Hell, no, sergeant”.

“Get in the car. Now”.

You don't complain, taking it as an order when he takes two steps back releasing your body and opening the back door for you. And the next minute passes too fast, rolling up your dress as Hank undoes his belt and unzips his pants. In just a sigh he's deep-buried between your legs. It's the first time you take this kind of risk, almost in public, and the horniness it produces is driving you crazy. With your lips almost touching the others, you moan uninhibited every time his hands on your lower back urge you to keep swinging your hips, sitting on his lap.

The way his eyes memorize every gesture drawn on your face has you breathless. It's a sensation you can't describe. Hank has some kind of power over you that you haven't experienced before, even if you think you're indomitable he always manages to make whatever he wants with you. And you know it. You let him do it. Just like right now, marking his territory with desirous bites and wet kisses all around your exposed throat. The most visible part of your body. He doesn't need to prove anything. He isn't the kind of man who needs to call out any other man who dares to lay his eyes on you. Everybody in this damn city knows you're more than his pupil and they're too scared to say hi, although there's always an exception to the rule. In this case, the FBI agents acting like carrion birds.

The mist clouds the windows, as the heat concentrated on your bodies makes you sweat slightly. Hank takes the control turning you under his body against the seat in a position that puts you to see the stars. Every move of his pelvis is accurate, hitting your g-spot, satisfied with how good his name sounds getting drowned between pleased moans once and again. With every push to your body, his dick is dug deeper through your tight wetness making him grunt into your ear, feeling more delighted than never before. And everything is because of the way you had to reply to that FBI agent in front of everyone, showing him how clear you have your preferences; not only because of your relationship, as Johnson pointed out. But because everybody in Chicago is aware that there's no better boss in law enforcement. There's no better Unit than the Intelligence one from the police department of your hometown.

As your legs get wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, one of his arms surrounds your middle back while his free hand flies straight to your throat. Keeping your eyes closed, the suffocating sensation within your lower belly continues growing with every thrust that steals the air from your lungs and races your heart over its possibilities. You're close. So close that your mind is a total blank, just focused on the way only he can make you feel. So good, so desired, so full of life. He knows it, he takes it in advantage. And he enjoys it more than anything.

“Oh, fuck…” Hank got you almost in tears because of the pleasure, traveling your hands to the back of his neck, nailing your nails there. “God… I'm gonna… Fuck, Hank, don't stop, please… Don't stop”.

“I won't, my love… Not till you give me what I want”.

His voice always plays dirty with your mind. The way he has to drag every syllable on his tongue with that husky voice that puts you to tremble, as he continues burying his hard dick inside you with no mercy, speeding up as soon as he feels your legs clung to his body slightly shaking. Because of the fewer insecurities he has about your relationship, he feels proud whenever he makes you reach that sweet sensation of the orgasm taking control of your anatomy. He doesn't care if he has to use his hands, his tongue… whatever. It's not only about sex between the two of you, of course not. But making you cum screaming out his name is an every-day-goal.

And you don't make him wait for too long, arching your back when a lash of heat hits your spine and the grenade inside your lower belly explodes. Your gasps fill up your car, while he continues fucking you harder than seconds before not showing any compassion to your exhausted body, looking for your lips to devours them desperately. His tongue starts a fight for dominance, winning over yours like every single time, in the meantime his fingers grips tightly your throat. Instinctively, you swing your hips in sync, provoking every move to go deeper among your shaky legs.

Hank can't hold it anymore, digging his cock to the limits of your guts, almost hitting your soul with a last strong lung. His warm seed fills you up completely, keeping pushing his body against yours, pressing both to the seat with his hands now placed on the headrest. It feels like a whole set of fireworks. Your moans complement his delighted growls to perfection.

“Don't move, please”. You beg with a thin voice thread, at the same time he rests his forehead on yours.

The two of you can barely breathe, trying to recover after an intense session of your favorite cardio workout. From nowhere, you can't help but giggle in unison. You can't believe you just fucked inside your car and with the risk of being caught in the act. A sergeant and one of his special agents. Even if it's your free night and you're in an established relationship, he's still your boss.

“I would miss working with you”.

“Huh?”

“If I get the FBI's offer”. You mumble, leaving clumsy kisses all around his face. “You're the best cop Chicago has”.

“You don't have to butter me up for a second round”.

Shaking your head briefly and laughing, you caress his scalp so gently as he sinks his face into your sweaty neck.

“Now you said so… maybe I have the fantasy of being bent over your desk”.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, just… maybe”.

“Then maybe I could bring you to my office, before going home. There's some paperwork to attend to”.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ KEEP IT ❜

with Happy Lowman.

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“Listen, darling… I'm sorry, but Happy doesn't want to see anyone right now. Not even you. He fell from his bike and his ego is hurt more than his leg”.

It's been three days since that conversation with Jax, stopping you at the Teller-Morrow workshop. The prospect told you about his accident. His first accident. And you would like to be with him, to take care of him, but not being his Old Lady you can't enforce your presence in the club. You aren't even sure if you have a relationship, or if it's only sex and some kind of dates on specific occasions. But, on the other hand, when they have a party you're always on his lap, or when he comes back for a trip you're his first stop.

At nine pm, you turn the welcome sign for the closed one. Turning off most of the lights of your bookstore, you play some soft music while counting the benefits, but some knocks on the glass of the main door thwart your task. Happy is there, looking as serious as always. Trying to not show emotion or worrying, you unlock the door to let him come.

“Got a minute?”

You nod, before walking back to the desk being followed by the man.

“Wanted to know how you are”.

“Tired. I had a… busy day”. You reply, grabbing a bunch of cash to count them.

He doesn't say anything else, just staring at you in holy silence. Taking note of the money, you raise your eyes towards his.

“You okay?”

He nods. You're aware of how silent he is, but now it's desperating you. You want to talk about the accident, about what happened, about why he fell down from his motorcycle, but doesn't look like he wants to talk. Biting your bottom lip, you continue with the recount of coins.

“Want a ride back home?”

You know that he's trying to compensate you for his disappearance, but it's not enough. You want to ask him about your relationship, the problem resides in that you don't know how to ask about it. Closing and locking the cash box, you keep your laptop inside your bag, before wearing your leather jacket.

“I can walk, don't wo—”.

“I want to take you home”. Happy insists without letting you finish.

Sighing, you pucker your lips. Maintain eye contacts, you can read in his orbs that no matter how much you try to deny his invitation. He's decided to take you home. Hanging your bag on both shoulders and taking your phone and the keys, you turn off the rest of the lights before setting the alarm. Wearing the helmet on your head, you sit behind him. But this time, you don't cling your arms to his waist as you used to. You don't need it, actually, but the fact is that you don't want to touch him right now. If you do it, you're going to forgive him for anything he has done, and he doesn't deserve it. You understand that he is not okay, but you are tired of being pushed away whenever he wants, to push you back again whenever he needs someone to sleep with.

The bike stops in front of your house, jumping off from it to take off the helmet and offer it to him. It doesn't seem like Happy is going to stay, so you're just standing close to him waiting for anything. He is just staring at you in silence, expecting for some works coming from your mouth. Thanks for the ride. I've missed you. I want you to stay. Can you ask for a day off? Turning around and feeling an uncomfortable and bitter tingly inside your chest, you guide your steps to your porch, praying for him calling your name. Asking you to stop. Anything. But the only thing you hear putting the key inside the lock, is the engine roaring again, leaving when you close the front door.

You can't help but throw the bag to the table and your body to the sofa. Breaking into a loud cry, you hit once and again a cushion with your hands closed in two fists. The doorbell rings, just one time. Getting up to attend it, you clean your tears with the back of your fingers, hardly sniffing. Happy is there, about to say something when you punch him on the face. Your knuckles crack, uttering a howl of pain, and shaking your hand after it. Maybe your sorrow is harder than his, but you don't care. You're about to hit him again when he grabs your wrists, pushing you into his chest.

“I'm sorry, love”. He whispers into your ear.

That's enough for you to stop stirring under his grip, letting him surround your waist with both arms. Happy is not a man who apologizes, unless he has killed the wrong person. Coming into your house, he doesn't release his grip, closing the door with a gentle kick. You're trying to not cry again, with your cheek pressed against his chest.

“Didn't mean to worry you”.

“But you did, not knowing a shit about you for almost four days”.

Pulling yourself away and taking off your jacket.

“Nothing happened”.

“You had an accident. And everything that Jax told me was that your leg was hurt. Nothing else. I didn't even know if it was true or… what. Because you didn't let me see you”.

“I needed to rest”.

You don't know how to take these words. You two have different ways of doing things, but that doesn't mean that you can't take care of him without being too intense.

“I'm sorry”. He says again.

“I need to know what you want, Happy”. You finally say, without caring if he gets nervous or not. “What we are, what you are waiting for from me. Because I'm… confused. And I promised to not catch feelings, but I did”.

He doesn't make a single move after that confession, and that hurts more than a knife on your chest.

“If you're not gonna say anything… please, leave, 'cause I feel fucking humiliated right now”. You're sobbing with your lips trembling and your eyes reddened.

“I do”. For a moment, you frown confused. “I do love you”.

Seems enough for him, but not for you, even if you're conscious of how much it has cost it for him.

“You are my girl”. He adds. “I thought you knew it”.

“No, I didn't. We just… are together sometimes… And when we're not fucking, we're in a party. Maybe three or four times we have stayed at your house to watch a movie. But that it's all”.

“What else do you want?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you think about the hundreds of answers that question has. Sarcastic ones, mostly. But then, you pay attention to the way he's talking to you with his eyes, in silence. He really wants to know.

“Spend more time together… Maybe… if you can, don't push me away when you need someone to take care of you. Even if you think you don't need it”.

Relaxing your posture, you take some steps closer towards him, cupping his cheek onto your palms. Leaning a little you kiss his lips. A gentle and lovely touch that gives him nice shivers around his chest. He nods one time.

“Can I stay tonight with you?” That whisper, hiding a painful beg, squeezes your heart.

“I want you to stay. I've missed you too much, Happy”.

A fleeting smile appears on the corner of his lips, right before kissing yours again. But his hands don't touch you, feeling some moves between your bodies. Pulling himself away some inches, the man offers you one of his golden rings. His favorite one, with a halcon etched on it.

“Keep it”.

You can't help but pout at Happy, putting it in your left forefinger. It fits perfectly. It looks perfect. And the smile it brings to your face makes Happy feel lucky for having you by his side, no matter what. Placing one of his hands on the back of your head, he pushes you a little closer to press his lips on your forehead. For a few long seconds. He's not a man of words, not even of gestures; you had to look at him for a lot of hours to learn to read his eyes. He's so expressive with them. And when he noticed that you could know what he was thinking about by just looking at his orbs, he felt blessed. But Happy is also learning to be more affectionate with you in the intimacy of your houses, or whenever you two are alone in the clubhouse. Your patience is his more appreciated-gift from you.

“I like how it sounds”. He mumbles, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. “That you love me”.

“I love you, Happy”. You repeat, making him smile again against your lips, almost brushing them with the soft move.

[aestheticallyholland]

NEVER NOT | AFTER YEARS . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

❃ WORD COUNT 2.8k words

❃ AUTHOR'S NOTES you have reached the final chapter of my tom holland series, never not! for those who have reached this part, i would like to say thank you so much for taking your time to read this cliche story that i wrote originally on wattpad, and hopefully, you enjoyed and loved it. thank you also for the constant reblogs and likes for each chapter in this series. i truly appreciate every reblog and like you gave. i also hope that you are satisfied with the ending of this series. with lots of love, lei <3

NEVER NOT MASTERPOST | LEI'S LIBRARY

"All love stories are tales of beginnings. When we talk about falling in love, we go to the beginning, to pinpoint the moment of freefall." - Meghan O'Rourke

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"ONE MORE POSE FOR ME!"

Flash.

"And another one!"

Flash.

"Alright!" Y/N exclaimed and removed her Canon 90D DSLR camera from her right eye. "That's it for today, guys! Great job everyone!" shouted once more and looked at the photos that she took from the monitor of the computer.

She was doing a photoshoot for one of the famous magazine companies, The Hollywood Reporter. She was one of the photographers for the magazine company for almost a year already. She surely was so happy to receive a call way back a year ago before that she was hired. And, she surely was so happy to pursue what she dreamed of.

"Great shots, Y/N. Great as always." Someone said from behind her and Y/N could just smile at the compliment.

"Thank you, Millie." She said and looked at Camille. Camille became a fashion designer like how she always wanted to be. She worked alongside Y/N in several photoshoots just this year, coincidentally.

"Want to grab some coffee on the way home?" Camille asked as she prepared her purse and placed it on her shoulder.

"Sure," Y/N said and got the hard drive that was plugged into the computer since all of the photos were there. Not only was she a photographer but also one of the editors for the magazines. "But after that, I gotta go somewhere."

"Are you gonna go to that place again?" Camille asked and Y/N looked at her and nodded as an answer. They walked out together as they were the only people left there.

"I'll probably call Erika after you go. Just gonna remind her about the reunion that our family had planned for this weekend." Camille said while walking beside Y/N.

"But she'll probably be with Harrison right now," Y/N said.

"They're still together all these years? Never knew she was a relationship person honestly." Camille said.

"Me either. But, she's happy so I'm happy for her." Y/N said.

They entered the coffeehouse that was packed with busy people. The scent of coffee went to their noses as soon as they got in.

"I totally forgot that it's still Friday today," Camille said. "So many people."

They lined up in the long line since there was only one cashier available.

"By the way, have you seen the latest movie?" Camille asked Y/N and she gave a confused look.

"Which one?" Y/N asked back.

"I think it was the— erm— The latest Spiderman movie. I don't know the full title but I heard they just released a new one this month." Camille said. "Tom is in it right?"

Tom.

That name that Y/N will never forget.

Y/N smiled under her breath before answering her. "Yeah, I guess."

After that, they just waited for the line to be shorter and shorter until they were the next one to order. After they ordered, they stood in the corner waiting for their coffee to be made.

"One cappuccino and latte for Y/N!"

"I'll get it," Camille said and walked fast to get their orders. She mouthed thank you to the lady and went to Y/N's side again. "Here's your cappuccino," Camille said and handed Y/N her drink as they made their way out of the coffeehouse.

"So, I'll see you on Monday at work?" Camille asked.

"Always." That was what Y/N answered. "Take care!" She added before waving goodbye to Camille and went in the opposite direction as her with her drink in her hand.

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Y/N parked her car on the side of the empty road. After how many months, almost a year, of driving lessons, she could finally drive for herself.

Before she got out, she got her drink and her other things first and removed her coat. She got out of the car with her things and shut the door and locked it.

The wind suddenly blew her hair and she smiled at this great feeling. As she walked towards the sand, she took off her shoes and placed them in the same spot that she would sit on. Luckily, no one was in the place other than herself.

The sun was almost setting and the waves were still moving in the ocean. She had come to this place almost every day or at least most of the time. The light of the sun reflected on the sun symbol on her bracelet that he gave her a few years back. She sighed at the thought of him.

She had lost contact with him just almost a year ago because of his busy schedule but Harrison would be the one to tell her how Tom was doing and all. Well, not really lost contact but they rarely contacted each other for the past few months due to their work.

Although those had happened, she never stopped going back to this place that Tom wanted her to always go. This was the place that kept her alive and stress-free.

Their relationship had its ups and downs.

Tom became one of the most famous celebrities in the world ever since he got the role of being Spiderman. After that, he had more upcoming movies for the past years later on.

Although there may have been rumors about him being in a relationship with one of his co-stars, Zendaya, because of their roles in Spider-Man, her trust for him remain. Although at some point, it hurt her but that just passed away.

Overall, she was happy for him and for what he has achieved. She was so proud of what he had become. It didn't stop her from visiting his family's house and spending time with them.

"I wish you were here right now." She whispered to herself as the wind could not stop making her hair fly.

"And I'm here." A voice said from a distance but loud enough for her to hear. Her eyes widen at this very familiar voice and her eyes began to water.

She slowly looked in the direction of the voice that she heard and there stood the person that she has been waiting for.

He gave her the same smile that she would never forget. He still looked the same as before but he was more muscular now. He looked better in person than on the big screen or in his interviews. His brown hair is now shorter but still had curls on.

"Tom?" She whispered and he could just easily read her lips calling his name. He opened his arms widely for her. She then ran up to his open arms and did not think twice about wrapping her arms around him. He spun her around as soon as he closed his arms around her.

Her tears fell from her eyes while hugging him. When Tom heard her sob, he placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair. "I'm home, love." He whispered to her.

She pulled away for a while and admired him. His face features, his hair. Everything about him. She suddenly pinched his cheeks with both of her hands that surprised Tom.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asked as he felt the slight pain from the pinch. His voice is deeper than before and his British accent is kind of mixed with an American accent.

"You are real," Y/N said that made Tom chuckle.

She was still as adorable as always. Tom thought

"Of course I am. You thought you're hallucinating?" Tom asked her and she nodded.

"It's been so long to finally see you personally," Y/N said and she slapped him on the chest. "You kept me waiting you know!"

"I'm sorry, love." Tom apologized and kissed her forehead. "Four years, huh?"

"And three months," Y/N added while looking at him and grinned.

"You have been counting," Tom said that made Y/N nod. "I missed you so much." He said and pulled her for a hug again. "God, I do miss you."

"I missed you too, Thomas." She replied and noticed the scrunchie that was on his wrist. The same scrunchie that she gave him before. "You kept it." She said and held to his wrist where the scrunchie was and smiled at him.

"Of course. It really reminded me of you." He answered.

They decided to sit down and talked about each other's new life. Tom was surprised about Y/N's career since he never thought she would be into photography like his brother, Harry.

"Your mom really influenced me to go to that," Y/N said. "That's why I'm so grateful for her."

"I had a photoshoot in that company actually," Tom said and that made her eyes widen. "Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, but that was like two thousand seventeen or something." He answered.

"Your American accent is really showing up," Y/N said and smiled at him.

"Well, most of my roles required this accent which I'm good at, surprisingly." He answered.

"How long have you been here already?" She asked him, curiously.

"Just today. I told my family first and Harrison that I was coming back for a week's vacation. And, I wanted to surprise you." He answered and placed his arms around her shoulders. She placed her head on his shoulder and gave a relieved sigh. Her happiness cannot be measured right now.

"You wanna go to the water?" Tom said and Y/N suddenly ran away from him and giggled.

"If you could catch me first!" Y/N said and ran which made Tom scoffed a laugh.

"I will!" Tom said and chased after her. After a few seconds of running, Tom was a few inches away from her and scooped her legs and carried her bridal style and he walked towards the water.

"No! Put me down! The water is gonna be so cold!" Y/N said but Tom ignored her and laughed. Then, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and forcefully pushed both of them down together to the water.

"Holy shit, the water is so cold," Y/N said as she raised her head up from the water as well as Tom. "Damn you, Holland!"

"You're gonna pay for that," Tom said and splashed her with water and Y/N did the same. Basically, the couple had a water fight. They kept laughing and splashing on the water to each other even as they stood up.

Tom then grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her closer to him. They both wrapped their arms around each other and Y/N just gave a light laugh.

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"Do you have a towel in your car?" Tom asked as they got out of the water, their bodies and clothes soaking wet as they stayed there a while ago to watch the sunset.

"Yep. It's on the back. I came prepared." Y/N said as she gave Tom the keys and walked towards her car. Tom could just laugh.

Tom got the towel and wrapped it around Y/N's body and continued to hug her from behind. They decided to stay on the beach a little longer until they dried up. After a few minutes, they then went inside the car with Tom as a driver although Y/N insisted that she would drive.

They went directly to Y/N's apartment that she rented ever since she got her work. Tom parked in the basement of the building. As soon as they got out, Tom locked the cars and gave Y/N back her keys. They walked together and got to an elevator going to her apartment.

"How's your dad and Aria?" Tom asked as Y/N shoved the key on the doorknob.

"They are doing great actually," Y/N answered. "Aria got a job in New Zealand in tourism. And, will you believe that my dad actually got married a year ago?" Y/N said happily and opened the door.

"Really? I never heard of that." Tom said.

"Because we made it a private wedding so it's only our relatives and Mom Trina's family too," Y/N explained to Tom. "Mom Trina is an amazing woman and I'm glad they got to meet each other."

"Your mom will be happy that your dad is happy," Tom said and Y/N could only smile.

She placed her things down the counter table. "This is my home." She said to Tom who was looking everywhere in the apartment. "It's not that bad." He said.

"Yep. In my room, I get to see the city and the sunset and sunrise too." While Y/N was talking. Tom just kept staring at her, admiring her. He couldn't explain how happy he felt when he finally saw her again. He walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. This startled Y/N a bit but she held his arms and leaned her back to his chest.

"How did I get so lucky to have you?" Tom whispered and moved her hair away and gave a peck on her neck.

"Destiny, I guess." She answered and turned around to face him. She saw him looked at her lips and decided to close the gap between them by pressing her lips to his. Tom responded to the kiss and pulled her closer to him. As soon as the kiss became heated, she jumped and wrapped her legs around Tom's waist and he was carrying her. He then walked towards her room and shut the room by kicking his foot at the door while kissing and carrying her.

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The ray of light hit Y/N's eyes as soon as she woke up. She felt strong arms around her bare waist and she smiled. She yawned and stretched her legs before she tried to move Tom's arm around her. She could still hear his soft snores beside her. His curls are really showing off when his head was on the pillow. She tried to get up but was stopped when she felt a hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to the bed. Strong arms wrapped around her again but this time tighter.

"Tom!" She exclaimed.

"Don't leave me here," Tom mumbled while his eyes were still closed and snuggled his head to her neck which tickled a little.

"Alright, baby," Y/N said and snuggled back at him. "But I have to cook breakfast. It's like almost lunch already."

"That was a long long night." Tom teased and Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as she remembered what happened last night. She slapped Tom's arm playfully who just laughed at her. "Let's do it again," Tom whispered in her ear with a husky voice and attempted to kiss her again but Y/N covered his mouth with her hand.

"Nope, nope. Not happening." Y/N said as she shoved his arms away from her and stood up with the blanket wrapped around her. "You better go and shower, Holland!" She exclaimed as she exited her room.

"Join me, then!"

"Shut it, Thomas!"

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"Alright, we're on our way now, mum," Tom said through his phone as he drove in the road. "Love you too. Bye." He ended the call and placed his phone down. His eyes focusing on the road.

"What did she say?" Y/N asked.

"Harrison and Erika are already there and there done preparing." He answered and she just nodded as an answer. He glanced at her and smiled, taking her nearest hand and intertwining their fingers together. Y/N looked at him and smiled back. Tom decided to stop driving for a while which made Y/N confused. He parked the car on the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asked, concerned.

"I just..." Tom paused for a while. "I'm just so happy that I got to see you again," Tom said and looked at her deep in her eyes.

Y/N placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. "Me too, Tom." She said.

"I'll take you with me once my vacation is over," Tom said and her eyes widen.

"But I have work—"

"I already talked to your manager and he's fine with it. He's gonna give you a break for a while." Tom said.

"How is that even possible?" She asked and giggled.

"Secret," Tom said and grinned. "I want you to see my work and some of the co-stars want to meet you."

"Seriously?" Y/N asked. "You talked about me to them?"

"Yep." Tom answered, emphasizing the 'p'. "Even the Avenger cast wants to meet you."

"Alright, then. I'll get to see celebrities." Y/N squealed and smiled at him. "At least I get to see my boyfriend work. This is exciting."

Tom placed a hand on her nape and pulled her head closer for him to kiss your forehead and lips.

"I love you, my love." He said. "You are my world and my everything."

Oh, how lucky they were for each other.

"I love you, too, Tom."

Always.

Forever.

Fin.

❝ WE WERE SO BEAUTIFUL

WE WERE SO TRAGIC

NO OTHER MAGIC

COULD EVER COMPARE ❞

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[charliesworkshop]

Señorita - A Bucky Barnes smut

Song inspiration: Señorita - Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello

Pairing: Bucky x OFC (there's no name but I don't feel comfortable enough with my writing to do proper reader inserts)

Warnings: basically smut without plot, swearing, unprotected sex

AN: How do you add a "read more" on your phone? Asking for... me. I'm dumb. My posts are usually short, and not NSFW. HELP~ I posted this on my laptop with the "keep reading" thingy and it worked until I edited the post on my phone. It's just like Tumblr doesn't want me to write here.

Also, yes, I know on the gif there is SNOW and the ff states it's HOT, but that's the best I could do.

Saying goodbye to coworkers she walked through the hot kitchen of the diner she worked in, and out of the back entrance, only for employees and delivered. She gladly welcomed fresh night air, cool breeze making her more aware of sweat on her skin. Wiping her forehead with the back of hand she looked around the dark back alley, as always, hoping he'll be waiting for her.

And tonight she wasn't disappointed.

"Hola señorita," he greeted her, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against, walking towards her.

"Hi," she smiled back at him, meeting him quickly half way, exhaustion of the hard day leaving her body as she inspected his face in search of new bruises and cuts. At the first glance he looked fine, and she felt her heart getting lighter, her smile got more relaxed.

It's been four days since she's last seen him, and with every passing night she was getting more worried, but now it was all irrelevant. He was here, safe, without any wounds, any signs his last 'mission' went sideways.

"I was worried, James." She cupped his face with both hands, making him look directly at her. She called him by his name only when she was very serious, or angry, or when she wanted him really badly. This time it was a mixture of all of the above. "You've been gone for four days, no text, not a single call..."

Yes, she was happy to see him, however, she didn't like that he let her worry for so long. She'd understand if he got in trouble and couldn't keep her posted, but apparently he just... forgot? Or maybe did it on purpose? How the fuck would she know...

A smug smile creeped upon his features when she huffed with annoyance. "What is so funny?"

"Did you miss me, señorita?" he asked teasingly, his arms wrapping around her, "Because I really fucking missed you."

"Why do you insist on calling me señorita?" she stammered, pressing her palms flat to his chest, hard muscles working beneath her fingers as his hands roamed her body, gliding down her sides, brushing over hips, grabbing her ass, pulling her closer to his hot body.

Yes, she was a bit angry he didn't call even once, but she couldn't be mad for long when it was so obvious she missed him as hell, her body quickly responding to his touch, her heart beating faster, face getting hotter.

"It fits you," his raspy voice warmed her ear, teeth grazing over her earlobe sent a shiver down her spine, making her shudder in his arms, soft moan escaping her parted lips.

"We shouldn't..." she whispered, breath pitching in her throat when he pressed her back against the wall, lifting her body from the ground, his hands securely gripping her thighs. "Someone can see us..."

"Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop," he crooned, leaving her really little to no choice when his lips trailed her jaw, peppering her skin with wet kisses, biting gently on her chin, catching her lips with his, muffling a whimper when he rolled his hips onto hers.

"Make it quick," she breathed out, her hands running up his chest, on the back of his neck to tug on his hair.

She didn't have to repeat herself, he groaned deeply, corners of his mouth lifting in a satisfied smile. He knew which of her buttons to push to get exactly what he wanted from her, and right now it was to completely immerse himself in her, in her intoxicating warmth and scent.

"Fuck, doll... I barely touched you and you're already dripping," he teased, pushing her panties aside, fingers brushing over her hot folds already covered in slick, wet enough for him to just slip his cock inside. She moaned impatiently, her hips bucking up in search for some friction. She could feel how hard he was, his cock straining against the fabric of his tac pants.

"Oh just fuck me already," she urged him, her heaving chest pressed against his, breath hot and shallow, warming his neck as she pressed her lips to his skin, sucking an angry red mark right above his collarbone.

"As you wish." Holding her with the metal hand, he slipped the other one between their bodies to free his cock, pushing the waistband of his pants just enough so they wouldn't restrict his moves. Gripping his arm with one hand, she pulled her dress up, wrapped her legs around his waist, only glancing at the end of the dark alleyway to make sure no one's watching. But even if there was someone watching, she didn't care as soon as he aligned his length with her entrance, spreading her folds, coating himself with her arousal. She moaned louder, pressing her lips to his neck, her hips rolling unvolounterly into his when he pushed past her entrance, rushing him to fill her entirely. To which he gladly obliged, bottoming out in one swift movement, low growl escaping his throat at the hot feeling of her tight cunt.

"Keep squeezin' me like that and it's really gonna be very quick," he grunted, free hand now resting at the back of her neck, fingers entwined in the loose hair there, his lips ghosting over hers. "Give me a sec... I need..." What he needed, wanted, was to fuck her brains out, make her scream his name, but if he was to last longer than a minute he needed to take it slow, at least at the beginning. And her rapid heartbeat against his chest, and the musky heavy scent of her arousal mixed with the taste of her lips, skin, sweet breath, wasn't helping. He wasn't moving, his cock buried deep in her welcoming warmth, but she was getting impatient.

"Less talking, more fucking, sarge," she cooed knowing well how this nickname worked him up, catching his lips with hers in a sloppy kiss, one hand slipping underneath his skintight shirt, fingers digging into his side, pulling him closer.

"Be careful, doll," he warned her, pressing his forehead against hers, inhaling sharply when she pushed her hips harder onto his, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Maybe I want you to hurt me," she mused in raspy voice, dragging her nails across his ribs, earning a quiet hiss from him, a slight push deeper into her itching pussy. Oh, she really wanted him to move, to bruise her skin, to mark her with his desire. And she knew he wanted the same thing, but as always he was hesitant, afraid of hurting her too much.

"Stop... sayin' things like this," his deep growl sent a shiver down her spine, spreading warmth across her entire body, her nails digging deeper into his sweaty skin.

He really tried to control himself, his thrusts slow, almost lazy, but every sound she made was driving him more and more crazy, to the point when he eventually pressed his palm to the wall, stabilizing himself as he snapped his hips harder, and she was done for.

Her head fell back, lips parted in ecstasy as his thick cock was hitting that sweet sweet spot inside her, bringing her closer to the edge, and he could feel that. Pressing her back harder against the wall, he hooked his arm underneath her knee, spreading her legs even more.

The hot coil in her stomach was tightening so fast her breath quickly became uneven, shallow, only gasps escaping her lips, fingers squeezing his arm so hard her knuckles turned white.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" she stuttered, eyes shutting close when he licked a long stripe up her neck, teeth sinking into sensitive skin just below her ear.

"I know, baby" he murmured, "I know." He always liked to watch her come undone due to his fingers, lips, cock, but this time he was chasing his own release, his thrusts deep and fast, metal fingers gripping her ass hard enough to leave bruises.

Her pussy was squeezing him so so deliciously, his senses were almost overtaken by the sounds their wet skin made, lungs filling with her scent with every rapid breath, but he needed to make sure she comes first, as always.

And as if she was reading his mind, she reached between their bodies, nimble fingers pressing to her clit, rubbing fast circles to help herself, him, to tip her over the edge.

"Kiss me, please..." she begged breathlessly, half-lidded eyes meeting his, darkened with lust. He captured her lips with his in a sloppy kiss, one that quickly turns all teeth and tongues, his flesh hand grabbing the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

She didn't stop rubbing her clit, her arousal now dripping onto his cock, drenching his balls and pants, making his thrusts easier, the sounds wet and lewd. And that was exactly what she needed, mind blowing orgasm crashing through her body, cunt clenching around his length so hard his thrusts became erratic, frenzied.

Burying his cock deep inside her hot pussy, he coated her walls in his seed, letting her milk him dry, as she rode down from her high, her fingers pressed to her throbbing clit. His lips muffled her moans, and if he wasn't kissing her when she came probably everyone would hear how good he made her feel.

"I missed you, too, Buck," she whispered, resting her forehead on his, noses brushing against each other, heavy breaths mixing.

"Yeah, I figured it out," he chucked, his fingers loosening the grip on her ass, and she winced, already feeling the bruises forming. Her legs were sore, tired like after a long run, so she relaxed them, letting him hold her entire weight on his own.

"We should go, you know. We're really risking getting caught..."

A moment later he tucked himself into his pants, straightened his belt and shirt, watching her closely as she quickly made herself look presentable. She, on the other hand, was avoiding looking at him, slightly ashamed of herself, of what they just did.

Thank goodness she was wearing a longer dress today, his cum was dripping out of her, her thighs were wet and sticky, panties a damp mess.

Her cheeks were burning with shame, but she couldn't escape his gaze for eternity, especially that he was weirdly quiet, and that made her look at him.

"What?"

"Did I... Did I hurt you too much?" He was honestly concerned, his brows furrowed, worried wrinkle forming between them as he studied her face.

"That's what you're thinking about?" She quirked her eyebrows, smile spreading across her features. "No, you didn't. I'm fine, really," she reassured him, tucking wet from sweat strands of hair back behind her ears.

He didn't seem convinced, but he learned not to argue with her, only nodded slowly, running fingers through his hair.

"May I walk you home?" An innocent question.

"We live together, Buck," she laughed lightheartedly, her eyes sparkling with true joy when he smiled smugly.

"I know. I'm just trying to be a gentleman. And I like when you laugh..."

"I think you like it more when I moan your name," she teased, slipping her hand into his, interlacing her fingers with his metal ones, and to her surprise he didn't even flinch, making her smile grow wider. "Come on, you've been gone for four days, I need more than a quickie."

AN: So, yeah, my first time posting here. It took my five days to finish this, and I'm not even sure if I like it. I have a problem with finishing smutty parts, that's why it ends... badly. Also, it was entirely written on my phone, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

There's no name in the fic so I'm tagging it as a reader insert, dunno, feedback would be nice, but if I may, please, be... kind. English isn't my first language, and I've never posted anything like that here, or anywhere to be honest.

[miyukei]

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays Dan!💕🎄 It has been ages since we've last talked! I'm so glad to see that you're still on tumblr ^o^ I've been loving all of your colorings for hq!! I hope you've been well and I just wanted to drop by to say that i've missed you and would love to catch up in the near future ;D stay safe + warm!

ALEENA!!! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays too! (i’m sorry if i have answered this late, i’ve been busy for the holidays,) i’ve missed you too and im glad to see you around <3 thank you;;; i could always say the same and more to your edits and gifs!! they’re always pretty and beautiful <333 esp ur tsukis!! ;u; we’re gonna have a blast next season with the karaneko match~ i miss talking to you abt tsukki ;w; i hope you’re doing fine as well and having a blast these holidays!! tysm again for this thoughtful message <3 stay safe and healthy as well! 

[lesbiancarat]

Book anon here and don't apologize for replying late ahh, please reply when you can! I hope life is treating you well though!!

Very much agreed with what you wrote!! Found myself nodding along alot to what you said so I won't bore you too much BUT yeah, alot of the, shall I say iconic cc on here aren't around and its a shame =/ I hope they are all doing well though! In general I really hope people can show the love to creators (gif makers, gfx, fanfic, etc) some love with sharing their content because yes while likes are awesome, on Tumblr it doesn't work like that. Its not like insta where likes give you attention but reblogging, I believe its tbe same as twitter (I could be wrong) so seriously reblog the stuff because it helps give attention but also shows you really do like the content! Thus why I find it weird where people say "omg don'tspam me with your reblogs" and I'm like ??? Then why do you have a tumblr blog lol. Sure it may be alot on your dash but sometimes its nice to see something new or eye-catching during that! Thats how I found some cool stuff from blogs I follow. Heck I even got b worded by some blogs for this like I'm sorry I like your blog and the content you post therefore I want to share it to people that follow me.

Of course I understand not wanting people to rebllg your personal posts that i get and respect BUT if you are angry at someone reblogging an edit of a singer or lockscreen pictures from your blog, I'm sorry but maybe go outside? Lol

Sorry I kinda ranted above! Stuff like this makes me confused but especially with pinterest and people who repost on twitter (I won't get into people who say making gifs or other stuff is not hard work, oh boy) its not hard to find the source and share from the original source and if there is none, you can ask the person for permission. Its not that hard to have respect like that but alas, some don't *sigh*

Also svt and pinterest, still makes me giggle. The fact that not even pledis said it is a thing is what makes it more funnier to me. I had a theory that maybe its for a going svt episode? Bur you said other artists from bh have it so maybe I'm wrong. To my fellow superstar pledia players, today marks the end of the game :c I will miss that game and was so close to finishing a new card theme but did you happen to play it often love?

NOTE: 📖 anon sent this shortly before i first posted about the mg stuff so it's likely they hadn't heard about it yet when they sent this

...well I'm really late this time dhfjfh but I'm sure u understand why

yes exactly! instagram and twitter both have algorithms that take likes highly into account and are also very good at recommending posts from ppl you don't follow. tumblr is more "dumb" though, if it has any kind of algorithm it's really bad so really the best way to support ppl is by directly reblogging their stuff

and yeah the thing about reposting without credit or even adding credit after the fact is that it quickly becomes so removed from the original creator. even if the original reposter knows where the original post is, do their followers? but i feel like once one person reposts something it becomes so much easier for others to save and repost it too bc it becomes cheapened as "look at this thing i came across on the internet" rather than "look at this thing, i a person, actually took the time and effort to make". it's sort of like once a dam breaks it becomes impossible to stop and track down all of the ppl who have reposted it and make them take it down or get credit. honestly regardless of whether credit is provided, as soon as something's reposted, the original creator loses control over their own work which is one of the biggest problems with it

I'm gonna miss ssp too 😭 i played it every day for several months after it came out. i didn't keep that up and only played it every once in a while after that but I'm sad to see it go. ppl are speculating that it ended bc Bighit is apparently making their own rhythm game? it's not confirmed wether SVT is going to be on it though, let alone other Pledis artists. and it just won't be the same :(

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ AFTER ONE YEAR ❜

with Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes.

Word count: 1.2k exactly.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

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“Wait! Lemme' help you”.

EZ's voice makes you stop on your tracks, while carrying three heavy boxes of Jose Cuervo. Taking them from your hands, you show him a grateful smile.

“You don' have to do it, Zeke. You're not a prospect anymore”.

“But I'm a polite member”. He scoffs smirking at you.

The younger Reyes and you came to the Mayans at the same time. He to be part of the crew and you to be a bartender. But you have been working together for a lot of hours, mostly at parties. You two have had much fun and you know that you're going to miss those nights with him. The new prospect looks like only wants to work for the Mayans with the scrapping and the motorbikes, leaving you all the work left. Today you have had to come one hour before your shift to prepare the drinks and the bags of ice inside the bar.

Putting the boxes inside the Templo, the new member turns at you, resting an arm on them, watching you look for some space to keep the tequila. EZ is going to miss too spend time with you, even if it's not like he was leaving his hometown.

“Will you celebrate with me later?”

“Yeah, sure. But… dunno what time I finish”. Shrugging, you get into the bar to take one box and open it.

“I will wait for you”.

With a last enchanting smile, he leaves you there to attend a meeting inside the Templo. His first one.

Without your partner in crime helping you at this party, it looks like the hours are longer than sixty minutes. You have been serving drinks, recharging the fridges, cleaning, organizing the warehouse… All by yourself, while the new prospect has been flirting with Vicki's girls. Leti told you to talk with Bishop about it, but you can't forget that Tito is a member from Mayans at the end of the day, and you're just a bartender. No matter how much appreciation they all feel for you.

“Two in the night and no girl sitting on you. What's your problem, man?” Angel asks, palming EZ's right thigh and making him jump slightly over his seat, choking on his beer.

“Yeah, boy scout, pick one!” Coco adds leaning forward on his chair, with his arms resting on his lap.

“I have one already”. He mumbles. “Been waiting a year”.

Lighting a cig between your lips, you take a long drag while resting your back against the cold wall. It's the first time you have a break since you started to work six hours ago. The guys have told you to stop sometimes, but you couldn't, being alone as Tito just loses his time trying to catch a hole to put his dick in. Trying to not look at EZ when the crew cheers him up, you take off your phone from a pocket to watch some short videos on Instagram as you finish your cig.

“Did you finish, sweetheart?”

Bishop's voice makes you jump slightly, quickly keeping your phone in a pocket.

“Ah… no, Prez. I was… just having a break”.

“Didn't you finish yet?” He asks arching both eyebrows, and you're not sure what he is trying to say.

“No…?”

“You've been working for six hours. Where's Tito?”

Shrugging, you find an answer. It's been a while since you saw him for the last time. He just nods, keeping your gaze with his.

“Clean the bar and you're done for tonight, okay? Have some fun, you earned it”.

Showing him a soft smile, you throw the cigar to smash it with your tiptoes. As soon as you start with your last task, as soon you can go with EZ.

After getting ready the bar, putting Tito finally to work and being paid, you step out of Templo to look for the new member, carrying the coldest beers you have found. It doesn't take you much long to find him, seeing how one of Vicki's girls tries to sit on his lap. He rejects the auto-invitation with his eyes glued on yours, getting up from his chair under the attentive looks of his brothers and the girl in question. He has that smile installed on his lips that makes your legs shake, walking towards you with his hands grabbing the folds of his fresh kutte.

“Got a party on your own?”

“Yeah, something like”. You can't help but give him back a grin.

“Such a lucky guy who shares them with you”.

“Oh, he is. Not every night he can drink with me. The Mayans' favorite bartender”.

“Who is it, ah?”

“Why 'you wanna know? Jealous, new memb—”

“STOP BITCHING AND KISS HER ALREADY, BRO!”

Angel's high-pitched voice makes everyone laugh around you, feeling your cheeks burning he turns at his older brother frowning. Offering him a beer and leaving away the joke between both, he places one of his strong bare arms on your shoulders, taking the drink with his free hand. Proudly leading your steps back to his chair, he takes a seat first, before pushing you onto his lap. No one says anything, but Angel palms your thigh with a funny smirk having a sip of his beer.

“Look who is gonna join us”. Bishop says behind you, coming with Tranq and Taza to sit around the bonfire.

“'You asked already to be your Old Lady?”

Tranq doesn't give a fuck about the gesture from the other men to shut him up, watching EZ surrounding your waist with an arm. Marking territory.

“Ain't gonna ask her here”.

Puckering your lips and turning your shiny orbs straight to the darkest ones, you give him the look. Your heart is about to stop hearing him talk so calmly.

“What? I've been waiting a year to do it. I'm not gonna ask you here”.

You can't wait for much long to grab his face with your free hand to crash your lips against his. He wasn't expecting, but you know he has liked it because he embraces you tightly under his grip.

“God, they grow up so fast”. Taza says with a honeyed voice, making a toast with his beer, interrupting his brothers cheering for the two of you.

“Yeah, I remember when this shy girl came to the clubhouse for the first time, to give us her resume”. Riz comments like the old man he thinks he is.

“So innocent, ah?” Bishop laughs, as if you weren't there hearing the conversation.

“And now she got the golden dick”.

“COCO!” You all yell at him, making the mexican shrug his shoulders.

“Wha'? Amma lying? Boy scout embarking on a new adventure”.

“Sounds like a porn movie, man”. Gilly giggles.

“La más exitosa, carnal”.

“You know that now that I'm an official member, I can fuck you up, right?” EZ says finally, raising both eyebrows.

“Boy scout getting on his first fight”.

“It sounds like a series to me”. The oldest Reyes palms Coco's back, making him choke on his beer.

“Let's pretend nothing happened”. You add licking your bottom lip, challenging them all.

“The Old Lady bossing Mayans. Where are we gonna end up?”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ ONLY YOURS ❜

with Che ‘Taza’ Romero.

Warnings: nsfw, smut.

Word count: about 2.1k

Aurora says: Here it is! My dirty idea, and the one you voted for Taza, some days ago.

This writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl ✨

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“Drop the box”.

The hoarse tone of voice takes you by surprise, along with the lips softly pressed on the back of your neck and the fingertips roaming your skin under the short sleeves of your shirt. Placing the box filled with beers on the bar, your husband makes you turn around surrounding your waist with his arms. It's been a week since he left your hometown and, even if he came back one hour ago, it is the first time you two are alone. The clubhouse is surprisedly empty and looks like he's going to take it in advantage. With your hands getting tangled in his hair, you lean back your head slightly, just to notice how tired he seems after the long trip. But Taza doesn't let you say a word, pressing his lips this time on yours. You have missed him more than you thought, moving them in sync as he guides you backward to the sofa on the farthest corner from the main door.

His legs stay among yours, sitting on his lap without breaking the kiss, not even for a single second. Your husband's hands paw your back without any rush, to make them end up squeezing your ass. Purring against his mouth, your tongues find each other in the air, pressing yours into your cavity. The gesture becomes desperate and supplicant for a little more. And you don't see the moment of hearing him say “let's go home”. His fingers find the way under your skirt, biting your bottom lip, as you take some time to recover the breath. Even so, you're too close, almost lying on Taza's chest. The way he looks at you makes you feel a lot of sensations running through your body: love, desire, necessity, fascination.

“Did you miss me?”

His tone of voice hides some worrying and that's the sweetest thing ever.

“Every single second, Che”. You whisper with a honeyed tone, cupping his cheeks into your palms.

You kiss him again. And again. And again. Short and small kisses all around his lips, until he presses his mouth on yours. Your tongues meet again, traveling down your hands to both sides of his neck, while your husband urges you to swing your hips over the rock in his jeans. You make him grunt, spreading a little more your legs finding more friction.

“Take me home, please…” You beg onto his ear, kissing the sweet spot under it, and pressing it gently with the tip of your tongue.

“I'm gonna take you here, mi amor”. He whispers back, chuckling because he's imagining the look on your face.

“Che…” You sob sitting on his leg.

“I don't fucking care if someone walks in, I'm fucking needed of you and I'm not going to wait till coming home”.

Puckering your lips, Taza squeezes up your ass tightly, with his fingers nailed in them.

“Fuck”. You cry, at the time of closing your eyelids and licking your lips.

One of his hands roams your right thigh, touring your center with his forefinger. Pressing it. Checking that you're already wet, as any time he touches you. No matter how minimal are his caresses. Resting your forehead on his, your husband puts aside your panties to slide his longer finger into you. Having to gulp the soft moan, your breathing becomes irregular. His eyes are glued on your face, watching pleased every gesture you draw on it, watching pleased your parted lips trying to hold every sound in your throat. Taza slides a second one, starting to stretch your walls. After one week without more sex than fingering yourself, it feels mind-blowing. And you can't wait another second. Your hands fly to his belt, ready to undone it and unzip his jeans.

“Don't you wanna play a little?” He mumbles, with a petty smile on the corners of his mouth seeing you so anxious.

“Fuck, no”. You growl, while the moves of his hand are faster.

Even so, it's not enough for any of you. Arching his body for a moment to roll down his clothes, his cock springs free. It takes you just a sight to guide his head to your cunt. You don't need to prepare him, bouncing on it as soon as he pulls out his fingers from your wet pussy. This time, you have to press your lips against his to hush a loud groan. You couldn't forget how good he feels filling you up, but you have been trying for a long, long week to compensate what only your husband provokes in you. Without hurry, you let your walls mold to his thick erection pushing your limits to beyond, enjoying it. You don't care anymore if someone comes in and catches you in action.

Nailing his hands on your hips, Taza urges you again to swing your body over his. Back and forth, you blow on his cock digged into your pussy. His sensible skin continues forcing you slightly, provoking a sweet and delicious sensation within your lower belly that has you gasping continuously. Sinking his face into your neck, he starts a new task in the meantime. The game that his tongue and his teeth play on your skin drawing some hickeys, in his eternal necessity for marking his territory on you, is just an addition to the pleasurable situation.

At first, your dance was low, calm, but you can't handle it. You can't help it. The pace becomes faster and deeper, like your shaky breaths and your chests going from above to below trying to fill your lungs with some air.

“Fuck, mi amor, keep goin' just… like that”.

Lying to the backrest of the sofa, nailing his fingers in both sides of your waist, you place yours tangled in the black shirt under his kutte. Your moves make his hard dick hit your g-spot with no mercy, with non stop, also provoking your vocals to be somewhat louder.

“You like it, ah?” He teases you, keeping your gaze with his. “Have you missed it?”

“Yes… so fucking much”. You sob nodding some times.

His huge and ringed fingers travel to your throat, as the others get secured on your lower back. Arching your spine slightly, you find a new feeling as you speed up. Your hands wrap his wrist and his tattooed forearm, closing your eyes and maintaining your attention only in the sensations roaming your body. Almost jumping on his cock, Taza can't help but start to move in sync with you a little desperate. He needs more from you. He always needs more from you.

Barely happening in one second, he makes you lie down on your back, to settle himself better between your legs on the sofa. One of them surrounds his waist, nailing his fingers there with the others end up on your middle back. Burying his cock deeper among your warm lips and pressing his pelvis as much as he can, sinking you a little into the sofa, he drinks every gasp that escapes from your lips.

“You're gonna be the death to me, sweetheart…” Taza growls brushing your skin. “So damn tight… So damn stifling… So fucking warm, mi amor…”

“Fu—”.

“OH, SHIT! SORRY, BROTHER!”

Bishop's voice and Riz laughs echoes around the clubhouse living room, interrupting your furtive adventure for a second, suddenly slamming the door.

“Tell the prospect to not let anyone come in”.

You can hear El Presidente's chuckles, as their steps abandon the porch to the crowded yard. Your cheeks are burning, hiding your face into your husband's neck as he breaks into laughs.

“It's not funny!” You sob ashamed, slapping his right shoulder.

“Yeah, it is”. He laughs louder, resting his forehand on the armrest, before looking for your lips some seconds after.

“No, stop… I wanna go home, Che”. You complain to his kisses.

“C'mon, mi amor… No one is gonna come. No one but my beautiful wife”. Smirking at you, seems like he has convinced you, pulling back his body to hit yours again.

He can't deny that the fact of having been caught by his brothers, finding you moaning and cursing this loud because of him, has set him on fire. Taza thrusts his cock inside you anxiously, turning the kisses into a dirty one with his tongue exploring your mouth and playing with yours. Growling because of the rough and fast pace your husband produces, your breathing becomes intense, fickle.

“Oh, fuck…” You cry out, tangling your fingers in his hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, cariño… Don't stop, please… Keep doing it just like that”.

He is killing you. He is killing you in the most pleasurable way. Biting his bottom lip, you earn a hoarse howl from his throat.

“You like it, ah? You like how only your husband can fuck you?”

You nod, feeling his right palm being dragged over your dress, until reaching your jaw. Fixing it on a side, his thumb pressed your lips to open them. And you suck it. You lick it with all your desire, increased by the two dark eyes glued on yours and every push pounding your g-spot once and again.

“That's it, mi reina, blow it like you blow my fucking dick”.

His rude tone of voice gives you some shivers down your spin, pulling away his hand from your face to travel it down among your bodies. His wet digit finds your throbbing and unattended clit, stealing you a delighted scream that floods the clubhouse. His fingertip doing circles on your sensible pearl has you about to pass away, strongly closing your eyes when his teeth bite the skin of your neck provoking you a light lash of pain.

“Fuck, Che… I'm gonna cum… Fuck me… Fuck me harder, please…”

These pleas have the impact on him that you were expecting. The filthy dry sound of your skins colliding in a firm and continuing dance, is making your legs shake. You can't help but arch your back when you feel his hot seed shedding inside you, not taking your orgasm more than two seconds to make you explode in a pleased cry. Wrapping his waist with your thighs, you push him deeper. As much deep as your bodies can melt. Your moans find his growls, lips against lips, as your chests crash with the other trying to catch some air. You can feel him filling you up completely. You can feel him clenching your walls. You can feel him beating inside your pussy. And you don't want him to pull his cock out. Not yet. You need him a little more. You don't want him to move, just to stay.

Soon, his kisses strike again. Sweet, tired and dearly kisses pecking your lips, tasting them without having any rush. His body locked among your legs, his arms surrounding your waist.

“I have missed you more than anything, mi vida”. He whispers onto your ear, using that honeyed tone of voice that makes you fall to his feet every time he uses it. “Love of my life… I'm cold whenever you're not with me. I feel lonely in this world when you're away from me”.

His short kisses delineate your jaw with gentle caresses, touching your lips with the tip of his nose slowly.

“I'm completely yours, and only yours”.

You can't help but urge him to kiss you after these words that have squeezed your heart, as any time he's in his romantic mood, tossing your arms around his neck. You can't live without him either. Every single time he has to ride, it's an odyssey for you two. But mostly, for you, staying alone in the big ranch and not knowing when he's going to come back. At least, Che is traveling with his brothers and knows for how long, but you only can wait for him every day and every night. Praying to God to keep him safe.

After a slow session of make out and caresses, your husband pulls his cock out of you, grabbing the bandana on his back pocket to clean you up before himself. And once the two of you can pretend normality, Taza holds your hand to guide you to the outside, so you can share a last beer before going home. But when he's about to grab the doorknob, you push him back. A half-smile on your face, infecting it to him.

“Do you love me?” You whisper leaning on your tiptoes, traveling your hands around his chest.

The mexican shakes his head softly, chuckling with that kind of grin that races your heart. No matter how many years have passed since you met, he always gets you falling for him.

“I don't love anything, or anyone, but you”. He hums pressing a kiss full of dear on your forehead.

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❛ A FIRST DATE ❜

with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.

Request: Can I request a fluffy Coco imagine?? From his POV about their 1st date and his thoughts abt her and stuff? I really want some coco fluff lol. ❤❤🔥

BY ANON

Word count: about 1.7k

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“Brother, just be yourself”.

Angel thinks that Coco is giving it more importance than it really has, after trying different outfits, without finding the perfect one. He doesn't have many clothes, because he doesn't really need it. But now, he's really pissed off.

“If I act like usually, she'll kick ma' ass in fucking seconds”. He grumbles sitting over his bed, rubbing his face with both hands.

You two met at the hospital some week ago, when he suffered some kind of accident that left him blind in one eye, for some time. He felt his heart pumping because of love for the first time, when he saw you after cleaning his healthy eye. And before that, he was already truly fascinated by the way you had to calm him down using your voice. A sweet and honeyed tone that he could be listening to his whole life. He couldn't help but think how good falling asleep every night hearing you talking would be. It took him almost two weeks to ask you out, but he couldn't feel more happy when you said yes without letting him finish the question. Coco felt strange when he left the hospital after it, experimenting a bunch of sensations stuck in his chest that made him feel better than ever.

Now, his insecurities are coming into the light. Everything he touches ends up destroyed, broken. You are too pure for his shit. You don't deserve to take that risk. Taking off his phone from his pocket, he searches for your number. Gilly and Angel are looking at him intrigued, until they find out what he's going to do. The big one takes the phone off from his hands, while the oldest Reyes holds him to guide him towards the door.

“You're not gonna flake on her, pendejo”. He grunts, pushing him outside his house.

His brothers follow him to the meeting place, watching you sit on a bench waiting for him, after twenty minutes standing up and walking around the big fountain. You look beautiful, dressed with a pair of shorts, a baggy white shirt with the sleeves rolled up on your shoulders and black sneakers. He turns around, trying to run away from your life again, facing his friends.

“I can't”. He just says, with his hands almost sweating. “She's too much for me”.

“She's perfect for you, man!” Gilly rolls his eyes.

“C'mon, Coco, don' be a chicken and get the girl”.

Licking his bottom lip, he just nods in silence, trying to find the perfect words to encourage himself. Turning over his Vans, he starts his way towards you, doubting for some seconds. And he's about to leave when you raise your eyes from your phone. The smile you draw with the corner of your lips gives him a heart attack, knowing that he could die full of happiness right now.

“Hey, I thought you weren't coming”.

Maybe it wasn't the greeting he was expecting and he feels so sorry for having made you wait. Stroking the back of his head, he forces a grin.

“Yeah… I was… 'bout to not comen'”.

Your gesture turning from enthusiasm to disheartening, causes him some bitter shivers inside his chest. He has already fuck up the good vibes between you two, that borned in the hospital. Seeing you nod in silence, shrugging your shoulders, makes him feel out of air; trying to think something to fix it up.

“I really… appreciate that, at least, you came to tell me that this isn't going to happen… It would be… humiliating”. You whisper putting your gaze away from him.

Coco can see the way your lips are trembling, as if you were about to cry, and it's painful. For him, it's painful.

“No, mami, lis—”.

“It's okay, Johnny, you don't have to excuse yourself”. Waving a hand on air, you try to make it easy for him. “I get it”.

He's missing the boat, watching you turning around and focusing your attention on the screen of your phone again. Maybe typing to some friend to pick you up, maybe about to call anyone else. But finally, the orders from his brain move his body to stop you.

“No, wait!” He says somewhat loud, grabbing your left wrist. “I wanna date you. I wanna have a lot of dates with you. This ain't you, mami, but me”.

Looking at his hand confused, you travel his arm until finding his dark and desperate eyes, talking to you in silence. Begging you to listen.

“My life is a shit. A mess... A chaos. I… had this accident with my eye because… of a dogfight with another gang. I didn' wanna lie to you, you know? I think you're smart, and pretty and… you don' deserve a guy like me who is… always in fuckin' trouble and that… used to ride a bike that probably would never ride again, just… with a shitty work on a scrapyard”. Coco is getting more and more nervous because you're not saying a single word back. He gulps with some difficulty, taking a step closer to you. “I ain't a good man, I don' do good things, but… I really wanna date you, mami. I've never been so true in ma' life”.

And he's about to give up with a crappy sensation running his body, when you tangle your finger with the ones that were gripping your arm.

“Maybe you can teach me to drive a bike, so I can ride for you”. You just say, hoping that it's enough for him.

“That sounds good, ma'”. He replies with no hesitation, feeling like for the first time he's having a good opportunity in his life.

Watching you smile again it's like seeing a rainbow after a destructive storm, putting his arm over your shoulders to start a low walk.

“Do you like pizza?” You ask then, raising your head toward his.

“Yeah, 'course”. He answers with an incredulous gesture on his face.

“Okay, do you know a food truck close to the hospital, with red and blues stripes?”

“No”.

“Seriously?” You almost scream, breaking into laughs. “You like pizza and you have never tried it before?”

Coco shakes his head, falling in love a little more after hearing your laughter. That simple gesture has made him feel more happy than ever before.

“You're gonna really, really love it”. You say with emotion, moving a hand on air to highlight your words.

“I'm sure”. He chuckles nodding. “You look pretty convinced”.

And you weren't wrong. Maybe not everybody would think that sitting on an edge of a sidewalk, eating pizza, it's the perfect date. But for him, it's the perfect one. He can ask for anything else that hearing you talk for hours about your hobbies, about what you would like to be in five years, about the things the two of you have in common. And he has never talked this much, either. But it's too easy for him to follow the conversation and flow it into another one, until the night falls over the town.

Coco insists on walking with you back to your home, just to be sure that you come safe. And even if he has had so much fun, he's doubting if you would like to repeat it. Maybe at the end you were just trying to be kind with him, because he seemed so desperate for being with you for a couple hours, to not make him feel bad. And maybe that was the reason why you didn't want him to take you home. But the real reason is that your housemates are waiting on the porch for you to tell them how it was. As soon as they see you coming closer, they run into the house ashamed and laughing, making your cheeks burn when Coco notices what is going on.

“Sorry, they're like children…” You say hastily, stopping your steps and placing yourself in front of him.

“It's okay, ma'. My… friends are waiting too”.

Between the two of you gets installed an uncomfortable silence for some seconds, until he sees you holding your bag, looking for something inside it. He breaks into loud laughs when his healthy eyes focus on the heart shaped lollipop, that you're offering him.

“I heard you the day you visited the hospital, so… there's your reward for being a good boy”.

Coco takes it, shaking his head and showing you a funny smile, before catching you between his arms. Embracing you tightly, he places a kiss on your cheek. A lovely one. Pulling himself away, he opens the candy to tuck it into his mouth.

“The best one”. He says tasting the strawberry flavor of it.

“Okay, ah… I have three kids to take care of”. You joke about your friends, pointing at your house for a second. “I had so much fun today…”

“Yeah, me too… We can repe—”.

“I'm free tomorrow”.

Hearing you interrupt him, after realizing that he wants to have another date with you. Taking off the lollipop from his mouth, he leans forward to press your lips with his, shortening the distance between both. Feeling your fingers getting tangled in his shirt give him some pleasant chills, ending up pecking your lips gently.

“What about breakfast? I know a place with the best pancakes”. He proposes then, giving you an eskimo kiss.

“I like it”. You nod, kissing his lips a last time.

“Pick you up at ten?”

“Pick me up at ten”.

“Have a good night, mami”.

“You too, pirate”. Puckering your lips, he laughs again. “Enjoy it, you're gonna see again in a couple months”.

He frowns a little confused, drawing slowly a huge smile on his lips.

“Spoiler of your next doctor appointment”.

“Is tha' why you told me tha' I could teach you?”

Walking backwards to your house, he sees you happily nodding.

“'Am gonna marry you one day, you know'et?”

These words may have been somewhat precipitate, or at least that's what he's thinking until seeing you nod again.

“I hope it”.

“Shit”, he thinks to himself, licking again the lollipop; not leaving your hood until you're inside your house.

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❛ FOUR DAYS ❜

with Nestor Oceteva.

Request: Nestor x Reader smut???? Any scenario just have smut

BY @firebenderwolf

Warnings: Nsfw, smut and that's all.

Word count: about 1.5k

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Slowly, you start to feel somewhat awake, because of the feeling of two arms pushing you closer to a warm body. Slightly opening your eyelids, you find a forearm surrounding your neck, while the other is wrapping your waist. And as always, a leg over yours to avoid that you move too much. You're a little surprised to find Nestor lying on the sofa, behind you, when it's still daytime. Stretching a hand to the side table to check the hour on your phone. It's almost half past four. Too early for him to be at home. You can't help but smile sleepy, turning under his grip to watch him rest peacefully. He's wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, with his curly hair loose and a little wet. Sliding an arm under his neck, you stroke his left cheek with the fingertips of your free hand. Because of a light sight coming out from his mouth, you know he's already waking up. Gently touching his lips with yours, you kiss him in an ephemeral and fleeting gesture. This time, his throat utters a disappointed growl, tangling his fingers in your hair to pull you closer to his face making you laugh with a low tone. Caressing his lips again, Nestor leans a little to finally catch them.

Releasing your legs from his, you toss one over his waist, shortening the distance left. His left hand toures down your body until reaching your ass, squeezing it with his ringed fingers, as you begin to move your hips slowly and unconsciously looking for more friction against your husband. His lips are teasing you, whenever you try to find his tongue, making you sob a little desperate. Nestor loves to play, when it's been more than two days without any pleasant touch because of his work and how tired he comes back home. This time it's been almost four days. He knows you're totally hooked to him, being a nuisance any time he has the opportunity.

“If you continue… I'm gonna put all your shit in a suitcase, to kick it to Mikey's house”.

The mexican laughs loudly, covering his mouth with a hand, taking the advantage to sink your face into his neck. Your teeth quickly find his skin, warmly biting it until making him groan, sideways seeing Adam's apple in his throat going up and down. His fingers tighten your hair, at the same time that your tongue wets his skin, scrubbing his body against yours.

“Don' play, baby…” You plead with a honeyed voice.

“I'm done with this game, princesa”.

Creasing the folds of your shirt to lift it up over your ass, Nestor pulls your panties down by your legs, throwing them to the other extreme of the sofa, before doing the same with your shirt. At another time, he would tease you a little more with his fingers or his mouth, but almost four days is too much waiting. Helping him with his pants and his boxers, coming undone them with his own legs to push them away, he guides his erection to your center; perfectly positioned for him. Slamming you without hesitating, he presses his pelvis against it as much as he can, making you cry out on his lips. Your tightness is already suffocating him in pleasure with every thrust, and every move he does.

“Fuck, baby… I missed you”. He whispers with a broken tone of voice because of the gasps borning in his throat.

Turning you on your back over the sofa, Nestor settles himself between your legs, running your neck with his lips to kiss it, whilst your hand roams his muscled back all around. Ending up placing one of them on his ass, you push him deeper every time his cock digs into your wetness. You can't describe how good it feels, or how desperate you were for feeling him completely filling you up. Traveling down his mouth to catch one of your nipples, he pinches the other with two ringed digits, moving his tongue over it with the tip making some perfect circles. Your moans flood the living room, as he goes faster hitting your g-spot without mercy.

Sometimes, his job is too much for you to handle it, finding him some nights coming back home with open wounds waiting for you to be fixed up, or not seeing him for more hours than expected. But finally, it's worth it when he shows you how much he has needed you, in many ways. This is your favorite one, pleasing you as much as he can. Tangling your legs on his, you give him a better angle to deeping his thick cock to your limits.

“Fuck, Nestor…” You babble with both eyes closed and your back slightly arched, looking for more, needed for more.

“I love how… tight you are after some days, baby”. He groans nailing his hands on your hips, pounding you harder against the sofa. “You like't, baby? You missed my dick, ah?”

“Yes…”

“How much, baby? Tell me”.

“Too much, Nestor… My fingers aren't the same”. You confess to your husband, totally submerged in a bubble of pleasure.

“Fuck, princesa… Were you that anxious for me?” You just nod, feeling his lips touching yours, drowning there your moans. “I'm going to make it up… to you for the rest of the day”.

Putting a hand around your throat, his free arm almost covers your waist. His pelvis crashes your pussy, soaking him and part of the sofa because of the wet he produces in you in moments like these. The rude dance of his body against yours is pushing you to your limits, tucking his tongue among your lips looking for yours in a dirty and desperate kiss. Nestor knows exactly how close you are, just needing his cock to take you to the orgasm, making him feel proud just like every time he fucks you; slow and gentle, or hard and fast. No matter how.

The heat begins to wrap your whole anatomy, from your tiptoes to the roots of your mane, slightly scratching his back with your nails.

“Oh, god, Nestor… Fuck… Please, don't stop”. You beg him, moving your hips keeping in steps with his.

“Cum all over my cock, princesa… I wanna feel it”. He demands speeding up, making you squirm under his grip.

And you can't hold it for much long, falling into the edge when a warm lash runs down your backbone, flowing into your center like an explosion of pleasure. You can't help but scream out his name, with your eyes highly closed.

“That's it, princesa… Fucking cum for me”. He grunts squeezing your body under his grip.

“Fill me up, cariño”. You mutter totally out of control, desperate to feel himself emptying inside you.

Nestor just needs some deeper thrusts to please you one more time, pushing and holding his cock inside you, almost out of air barely breathing and his lips anchored on yours. Your hands nailed on his ass, pressing him against your throbbing pussy while he spills his seed completely.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, princesa”. He tries to say as much as he can. “You like't, ah? Fully soaked by my cream?”

“Yes, baby”. You groan nodding, biting his bottom lip, not wanting to move a single inch of your anatomy. “I missed it too much, Nestor…”

“Hold it a little more, mi amor… You feel so fucking good suffocating my cock”. Your husband begs you, collapsing on your chest but tightly clinged to your back with both arms.

Traveling your hands to tangle them in his black curly hair, you surround his waist with your legs, making him gasp when he discovers he can be a little more buried deep inside your wet and warm pussy, narrowing his sensible skin. Kissing you so filthy that he could make you cum again just like that, his phone starts to ring. Snorting he stretches a hand over the table, palming it until finding it, sinking his face into your neck reluctantly. You know that if Miguel calls him, he has to answer. And you hate him right now more than ever.

“Hey, brother, are you busy?”

“Fucking much”. He can't help but moan softly when you tease him, closing your legs somewhat more around his body.

“Are y—”

“Yes, Mikey, I'm between my future ex-wife legs, if she doesn't stop of fucking move”.

“Traumatizing”. The other man whispers horrified. “Just calling you to give you a day off. Don't answer my calls wh—”.

“'key, hermano, bye”. Quickly hanging up and throwing the phone somewhere over the carpet, Nestor pulls out himself after freeing himself from your legs, to slam you harder.

“Holy fuck!” You cry out between some laughs.

“I'm gonna… punish you in three minutes”.

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❛ TWO ROADS ❜

with Canche and Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 2k.

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“Please, don't do that. Let me go”. With both hands raised to the man, you tried to push him away.

“No”. He just said with a naughty smile drawn on his lips, before grabbing your wrists to lift you up over his shoulder like a heavy bag, walking to the main room of the house.

“Let me go!” You shouted stirring over him, until you felt your body falling down over the mattress.

Sitting up on your forearms, you blow into a rebellious tuft of hair in the middle of your face, frowning. You couldn't barely breathe because of the efforts, watching the man crawling above the bed.

“I swear I'm gonna kill you”.

“Will you?” He asked, twisting his neck slightly, pouncing on you to tickle you on both sides.

“Canche, stop!” You screamed between laughs, trying to catch his hands while he made himself some space between your legs.

“C'mon, five minutes more, princesa de los Mayas”. The mexican surrounded you with his strong arms, resting his face on your stomach.

“My father is gonna kill us, if he finds out”.

“Just five minutes more”. He begged almost in a whisper, closing his eyes.

“I hate you”. You growled rolling your eyes, pretending that you didn't want to spend some time more together.

“I'm glad to know that it's something reciprocated”. The Mayan muttered, moving some inches until reaching your lips.

Tangling your legs with his and placing your hands on his head, you deepened the kiss, keeping the slow pace but welcoming his tongue inside your mouth. Every time you were this close, he had the same effect on you like the first time, bristling your skin and needing for more. You could assure that he was so in love with you, as you were with him. And you would like to shout it to the rooftops. But that wasn't an option. Not for the moment, at least.

“I know that… you can't call me”. You said caressing his neck with one of your hands, using your nails to made him some sweet tickles. “But… two weeks is too much. Maybe… I don't know… a text, to know that you're okay”.

“I will try, mi amor. I swear it”. He replied with a low tone of voice, accommodating his head on the pillow. “And when I come back, we will disappear for some days. We can go to the beach, if you want”.

“Sounds good, yeah”. You nodded assorted on the way of his lips moving, totally spellbound hearing his voice.

The man took back his hands to undone the clasp of the fine gold chain, with a small medal of the Virgen de Guadalupe. Silent, and very focused on his new task, he placed it around your neck. You knew how much he loved that necklace, being a gift from his mother who passed away some years ago. Giving it to you meant more than anyone could imagine, and you would swear you were about to cry if he hasn't kissed you again.

You have never been a believer, but you started to pray every night for him, to keep him safe and alive. It has been two long weeks, with a trip that started in Southern Cali to Stockton and Oakland, continuing to Portland. And after that, back to Santo Padre. One of the trips more dangerous of Mayans history, with a shipment of AK-47, even if they were accompanied by some SOA charters. But the day of their return has come and, with it, all your men. At least, you know it when you see through the front window of your car all the bikes parked there. The first you find is your father's. Next to it, Canche's.

Almost jumping out from your seat, you run like never before to the inside of the clubhouse. But the situation that welcomes you is chaotic. You open the door on time to watch Bishop tackling your boyfriend. A storm of hits and kicks is around everywhere, while the other Mayans stare at you almost frowning. You don't need to be a genius to know what is happening. Grabbing Ibarra's gun, being aware that no one is going to stop the fight, you point at the roof to fire it. The bullet impacting on it, calls everyone's attention. The two men on the floor are breathing violently, blood on their faces and angry gestures. Then, you point at them.

“The next one throwing a punch, juro por la Virgen that I'm gonna shot his brain off”.

The men separate from each other, standing up over their feet and shaking their clothes.

“How much time have you been together?” Your father asks, cleaning a brief red thread flowing from his bottom lip. His eyes are filled with rage.

“Why does it matter, dad?”

“Because I asked you for one last thing, and you shitted on it”.

“Do you think I made it on purpose? That I chose it?”

“You betrayed me. And you lied to me”.

“For God's sake… Ain't gonna talk about it in front of all these men”.

“We don't have anything else to talk about. You already took a decision”.

You just nod, one time. Stretching your arm to Ibarra, you give him back his gun.

“Doing the same shit that your mother did”.

His whisper doesn't go unnoticed to your ears, taking a step ahead when he's about to unlock himself inside the Templo.

“You pushed mom away, just like you are doing with me. If you are alone, if you are losing the only people who really love you, it's because of you, padre. Because of your jealousy, because of your inflexibility, because of your egocentrism complex”.

Bishop doesn't turn, but suddenly stops his heavy feet.

“(Y/N), don't talk to your father like that”. Canche says, frowning at you.

“Truth fucks you up, right?” You say raising your chin. “Love doesn't mean to hurt, dad. And sometimes I feel that you stab my chest. That you suffocate me. I feel alone the whole time, and you don't really know what it feels like, because I'm always by your side. But you weren't for me when I needed you the most. So don't blame me for choosing a man who cares about me, without asking anything back, over you”.

It has been the worst weeks of your life. You were sure that you were suddenly and inevitably falling into a dark depression, when you realized that you haven't gone out of Canche's house since you came. Mostly, you are tucked in his bed, grabbing the pillow as strongly as you can, wetting it with your tormented tears. A prospect was accompanying you all the time that your boyfriend was away from your side.

“How is the kid?”

Taza gets up from his chair, before Canche can leave the Templo. He turns around crossing his arms over his chest.

“Who asks?”

No one replies.

“She isn't happy, if you wanna know it”. His eyes are on Bishop's. “She cries most of the day. Hardly eats anything. And I can't remember how her laugh sounds”.

Your boyfriend is about to continue his steps, but he stops again.

“And I had to take her to the hospital some days ago, because she has a panic attack”.

“Maybe if you di—”.

“Don't you dare to add me in your equation, Bishop. This is your fault, not mine. I care about her. I love her. And I want to spend my life with her. I'm not trying to steal your daughter from you. I'm not asking her to leave you. I was even about to delegate my position as Presidente, and ask for a change of charter to be close to her. To come to Santo Padre, so she wouldn't have to leave her family”. His voice sounds firmly, blunt. “You are losing your daughter because of you, not because of me”.

Canche doesn't want to waste more time, having a road of one hour and a half to his house. The only thing he wants right now is come back, be with you, and try to comfort your pain somehow. So he doesn't notice that the crew follows him to the outside, in the meantime that he reaches his motorcycle.

His way back home feels like an eternity, parking in front of the porch, and almost jumping out from the top of it. The prospect is waiting close to the door, shrugging his shoulders to let him know that nothing has changed. You heard the door getting opened, turning your head over the pillow, watching him coming into the room. You would like to smile, as every time you see him, but it's like if your brain doesn't send the order to your lips. Lying down and embracing you over the mattress, filling your face with a bunch of kisses.

“I've missed you, mi vida”. He whispers onto your lips, before caressing them. “I took a day off, so I will be here with you the whole time”.

You can't help but sink your face under his chin, letting him hold you tightly. That's the only moment you feel somewhat better, knowing that he's not going to kick out your ass. Knowing that he loves you unconditionally.

“How was him?” You whisper.

“Fucked like you”. He just replies, kissing your head. “But I know that he's going to come today, you will see. I know it”.

He wasn't wrong. Actually, Canche is never wrong. You suddenly wake up because of the loud roar of an engine. It's coming closer, accentuating over others behind it. The bed is empty, and the room is almost in darkness. Rubbing your eyes with your knuckles, you get up from the mattress, guiding your steps to the living room as soon as you hear your boyfriend greeting your father. Sticking your head out the corner of the hallway, your eyes find him before anyone else there. He looks like shit. His beard is longer, scruffy. The two black marks under his eyes tell you that he hasn't slept much more than you.

Canche moves his head in silence, indicating the crew to leave the house, so you would have some intimacy and time alone. Bishop takes a step ahead, trying to reach you, trying to say something. But he can't. Doubting, he walks a little closer. Slowly. Hoping that you don't turn him down. Raising a hand towards your left, he holds it to push you into his arms. Surrounding your body, he hugs you with that kind of love and warmth that only your father can transmit you. All the sadness and the pain has gone. The fear of losing him, inside your chest, isn't oppressing it anymore.

“I'm sorry”. He says in a whisper, tightening his grip around you.

“Me too…”

“You don't have to, because you were right. This is my fault, mi princesa”.

He pulls himself away from you, enough to find your reddened eyes, about to cry again.

“I know you have to leave the nest, but I'm not ready. And I will never be. But if you have to do it, I'm good knowing that Canche is by your side”.

Leaning, your father kisses your forehead, pressing his lips on it for some long seconds.

“Just let me take care of you tonight, please”.

You just nod in silence. You couldn't say ‘no’. You need him, you didn't know it could be this hard to live without him. It's not the same when he's on a trip, than when he's just away from you. Closing your arms around him, you hide your face on his chest, like you used to do when you were a child waking up from a nightmare.

“I will always love you, pa'. No matter who else is in my life. I will always love you more than anyone”.

“I know, princesa. I do. And I will always do it”.