#I remember the obsession with mustaches on the finger

[fagbearentertainment]

I feel like I had a tumblr account when I was in like 3rd grade but I don’t remember enough about that year to confirm that

[lexosaurus]

One Giant Leap for a Ghost

Hello @charmingcritter so sorry I was late!! The days really got away from me. Anyway, happy truce! I chose to focus primarily on your space core prompt, though there are sprinkles of other prompts in here!

One Giant Leap for a Ghost Characters: Danny + his Mars crewmates (OCs for the plot) WC: 3275 Warnings: None

****

"I found you!" Danny yelled, springing out from the wall.

"God damnit, guys, Danny vented into the lab again," Mike Burlak, the crew's doctor, said from his place against the wall.

Tyron Cooper, the chemist, clicked his tongue. "Always knew that kid was the imposter."

"Yeah, you wish," Danny rolled his eyes and swooped around to see what sorts of mad scientist experiments Cooper was running today. "Between the two of us, you're definitely the imposter. I mean, who knows what kinds of poisons you're making with those."

"I'll have you know I'm completing my task, Fenton," Cooper said.

"That's what the imposter would want us to think. For all I know, you're sabotaging the mission."

"Pointing fingers now, aren't we? That's exactly what the imposter would do."

"I mean, Coop's right. You literally flew in from the air vent," Burlak said.

"Next to the air vent. Commander Stewart would have my head if I hung out in the air vent unnecessarily," Danny retorted.

"Fair point," Cooper said, returning his attention to the flasks on his lab bench. "What are you up to?"

"Gonna go do an EVA soon. It's a scheduled inspection." Despite trying to suppress it, Danny felt his aura intensify with the acknowledgment that he would get to go outside of the spaceship today, shimmering as a few hazy-looking planets threatened to form in the glow.

That moment was not lost on his crewmates, who both glanced at the faded green planets and twinkling stars around him. As much as he loved it, his core could be so predictable.

Cooper chuckled. "Well, it looks like you're ready to go."

Cool embarrassment prickled Danny's cheeks, but he couldn't fight off the smile that overtook his face as he said, "Yup!"

Burlak stepped off from the wall. "I'll be on standby, then."

Standby in case something happened that required Danny's immediate medical attention. Even though as a ghost, nothing in space could hurt him like it could to the rest of his human crew, NASA was taking no chances. Not that Danny could blame them. They didn't exactly have a plethora of ectoplasmic astronauts to pull data from.

"Let's head out! Commander Stewart's waiting."

Some days, it was difficult to believe he'd come so far. Danny remembered sitting in class in high school ready to give up on his dreams because he wasn't brilliant like Jazz and there was no way that a space agency like NASA would ever accept a half-dead teen in their program anyway. But then, his space obsession wouldn't let him throw that dream away.

Literally. 

It wouldn't let him.

After all, he had a space core. His eyes reflected the stars in the Universe and his aura shone with constellations and planets. When he looked at the sky, he didn't just see the stars, but also their characteristics, distances, temperatures, and so much more.

He was born to be an astronaut.

Which is why, despite half-dying when he was fourteen, he couldn't let that dream go. And instead of wallowing in despair, he decided to do something about it.

****

"And how old are you again?" Hugo Davis, director of the Mars missions, asked.

Phantom straightened his spine as if gaining an extra inch would magically age him ten years. "Old enough to be here."

Davis's eyes swept over him, narrowing as he scratched his fingers over his scraggly mustache. Beside him, NASA's senior executive Director Moore sat with his hands clasped before him, his face as expressive as a sheet of paper.

"I received a recommendation from Wilson," Phantom explained, though Davis would have already known this. It was in his file after all.

"And you're applying because..." Davis's voice drifted off, the silence echoing off the cavernous white walls of the conference room. 

The answer to that, too, was obvious. So obvious, that Phantom wasn't sure if he was supposed to answer the question. But it was an interview, so he responded as if he didn't notice the awkward air. "Yes, I'm applying for the Artemis program as an astronaut. Between my education and career experience, I believe I'm qualified to join the Mars mission."

Davis glanced at Moore, who decided now it was admissible to take over. "Yes, I think your qualifications are of no question. Of our applicants, you might be one of the most...uniquely qualified, I'll say, to join."

Anticipation jolted through Phantom's spine, but then Director Moore opened his mouth again, and any hope was squashed instantly. 

"However," Moore said, "I think I speak for the whole of the space program when I say there are some rather apparent concerns we need to discuss."

Those concerns were ones that Phantom was perfectly ready for, he tried to convince himself as he refrained from squirming in his seat like he was back in high school sitting in the Vice Principal's office yet again for cutting class. 

"Primarily, your...appearance." Moore swept a hand out before him.

"You mean the fact that I'm legally somewhat dead," Phantom filled in, glancing at the black, glowing jumpsuit he'd shown up to the interview wearing. Better to rip the bandaid off at the start, his father always had said.

Davis and Director Moore caught eyes once again.

"Well," Phantom continued, "technically, I'm not really dead. I'm also alive, you see, which is why I think I'm perfectly qualified for this job."

The two men remained silent at that.

"I mean, think about it. I don't need to breathe, so therefore I won't need a spacesuit. And I know how you all are about cutting costs. Well, that and less mass in the spaceship."

Director Moore scratched his chin. "Yes, cutting costs with the lack of an EVA suit is quite tempting."

"And since I can fly and wouldn't need a spacesuit, I can do repairs on the exterior of the ship far more easily than any of the human engineers could. Not to mention I can cover far more ground in a sol than any rover could. You’d have far more exploratory reach around your Martian base with me on the team."

The men nodded, lips pursed in deep contemplation. Phantom could tell that he was winning them over. He just needed one final push.

"And, if you needed any more convincing..." He flared his aura, pushing the power from the deepest part of his core into the men's visible spectrum. The white glow was replaced by the swirls of an aurora, and speckled stars shone out from the light, twinkling and grouping into constellations. "Well, I'm sure you've been filled in on my file, but it's all true. My powers really do let me locate any star or planet in the Universe. All I need is a name, and I can tell you its basic features, gravity, and coordinates."

"Do you mind if I test you?" Davis asked.

"Go ahead."

"Kepler-1b."

Phantom pointed his finger in the air, and an ecto-hologram of a black planet surrounded by the light of its sun formed above them. He closed his eyes, and the words appeared behind his lids like a textbook. "Kepler-1b, otherwise known as TrES 2b, is the darkest planet known to humankind and is located 750 light years away. It orbits around GSC 03549-02811, it's got a gravity of 1.4 g's, and its right ascension is 19:07:14.035 with a declination of +49:18:59.0." He opened his eyes and grinned at the two men who were currently looking at him like he'd grown a second head. "Will that suffice?"

"I'd heard the rumors, but I wasn't sure if they were true." Director Moore's shocked expression melted into an approving smile. "I think we got what we needed. That'll be all. We'll be in touch soon."

****

Space was silent.

Space was expansive.

Space was incredible. 

Magnificent. Amazing. Utterly breathtaking, and every single other word that Danny could pull from his mental dictionary.

Space was beautiful. And it was his. Not in the sense where a ghost lair belonged to a ghost, because even Danny's space core recognized that no one could dare lay claim to such a beast, but when Danny closed his eyes and smelled the metallic particles that dusted around him, he knew that he was truly home.

They called it an EVA for the sake of consistency, but Danny was not wearing a spacesuit. He didn't need one. He was a ghost. Not just any ghost, but Phantom, the ghost that haunted Amity Park's observatory. He was born to do spacewalks.

Convincing NASA's top worrywarts that an EVA suit was unnecessary was a challenge in itself, but somehow, he managed to do it. And thank goodness for that because, without the suit, he could truly experience everything that outer space had to offer: the bone-setting cold, the lack of atmosphere, the lack of air. 

His ghost core adored it. The feeling, the silence.

"Don't get lost out there," came the amused, tinny voice of Commander Stewart through his bone-conduction CCA earpiece.

"Sorry," Danny responded, squinting into the distance. "It's just that the sun looks so small from here." He twirled around and grinned at the approaching red planet before him. "And Mars looks so huge. It's hard to believe we're still so far away when it looks like I can reach out and touch it."

"Well, it's only half the size of Earth," said Burlak. 

"I don't know if you knew this, but the Earth is pretty large," retorted Cooper.

"Oh, shut up."

"Boys." Commander Stewart's voice was sharp. There was a moment of muttering apologies before she took an audible breath and tried again. "Phantom, how is the inspection going?"

"It's...going." 

"That's code for Space Ghost over here has spent the entire time ogling Mars again," the engineer, Merissa Chase, joked.

Well, could anyone blame him? Mars was just so pretty and red and...and...

"Finish the inspection and report back," Commander Stewart said.

Danny blinked, turning back to the huge spaceship in front of him. "Yes, Commander!"

****

Danny felt the edges of the folded paper pressing between his palms. Despite his best intentions, the paper was slightly wrinkled, a casualty of his tight grip. He loosened his fingers, took a deep breath, and began. "I need you all to sit down."

Jazz eyed him curiously, her red hair slipping off her shoulder. "You okay, Danny?"

"Yeah, dude, you look pale," Tucker agreed.

"I'm fine," Danny replied, perhaps more curtly than he'd intended. He took another breath, forcing his heart to slow. "I have something to tell you all."

"What is it, son?" Dad asked. "And why did you make us take off all our weapons earlier?"

Danny glanced away. "I just don't want you to be mad at me."

Maddie stopped before her seat, her instincts seemingly kicking into high gear before she had a chance to sit down. "What is it?"

Danny shrank back, then before he could list any of the nine-thousand reasons why this was a bad idea, he unfurled the letter and passed it to his mother.

"Dear Mr. Phantom," she began, her voice catching. "Mr. Phantom? As in the space-themed ghost?"

"Just keep reading."

"We at NASA are pleased to extend an offer of employment as an astronaut on the Mars Mission team. Despite the lack of ectoplasmic entities in our employment, we feel as though the unique skills you bring as an individual are unmatched by any human. Throughout the interview process, we have enjoyed getting to know you and appreciate you letting us test the advantages that your abilities offer. We were especially impressed by your navigational abilities as demonstrated in your interview, which is a power that we believe will put your team at a huge advantage when traversing through space. It is for these reasons and many more that we are extending this position to you."

Danny tasted the words on his lips, mouthing along subconsciously as he pictured the words in his mind that his eyes had hungrily soaked in hundreds of times since he'd received the letter in the mail.

"We are eager to begin discussing the details of your position with you soon.  Should you choose to accept the offer, you will be expected to relocate to Houston where you will begin training. Your expected starting date is June fifth, and you will be asked to sign a confidentiality contract at the start of your employment. Please contact me if you have any questions in the meantime. Welcome to the NASA team."

His mother finished reading the letter, letting her final words hang in the air like dew on fresh-cut grass. Danny kept his eyes downturned, unable to bear to see the looks of confusion or—worse—realization from his parents.

This was it. This was the moment when he finally told his parents that he was a half-ghost.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Jazz said, breaking the silence. She jumped from her chair and swept him into a hug.

"Holy shit, you got the job?" Tucker asked.

"Yeah." Danny finally broke out in a grin.

"Congrats, Danny!" Sam cheered. "That's awesome!"

"I don't understand. Why is this addressed to Phantom?" Maddie asked.

The cheers died in the room, and Danny's stomach plummeted once again. He finally looked up to see the distress of his parents, and he knew that it was time. Finally, after years of avoidance, he had to stop running.

"Mom, Dad, I have something I need to tell you..."

And he began. He told them about the portal, about how in his last moments, he thought about the future he'd never have. How he woke up in Phantom's body with ectoplasmic planets swirling above him. How he tried to forget about it, pretend it never happened, but he couldn't because every time he'd look up at the night sky, all he wanted to do was transform and fly to the edges of the Universe. How he'd worked so hard all these years, doing all the right things, to set his career down this road. How despite being significantly younger than most of the applicants, he still pursued this path because he knew with all his steadfast heart that this mission, this legacy was one he was made to have.

And now, he was willing to risk it all. Applying for the Mars mission meant that he would need to reveal his secret to the world. And that was something he was ready to do.

When he finished speaking, his throat was sore with thirst. He hadn't realized how much there had been to say. And even still, he knew that was only barely scratching the surface of his life since his accident. He hadn't the confidence to meet his parents' eyes throughout his long-winded speech, but now he finally forced his head to lift, he forced himself to see the teary-eyed stares of his ghost-hunter parents before him.

But where he expected fear was nothing but love.

"Son," Jack said, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm so proud of you."

"We're both proud of you, honey," Maddie said.

"I can't believe it. My brother, Danny, a future astronaut." Jazz beamed. "Congratulations."

****

The descent vehicle slowed.

"Adjusted thirty kilometers east," the pilot, Parth Chadha, said.

"Right above target," Commander Stewart responded.

"Lowering now."

There was a jolt as the boosters switched off, and then they were descending again at speeds that would have had Danny's parents covering their eyes in fear. But not Danny. He was a ghost, after all, and these speeds were just another Tuesday for him.

"Slowing our descent."

Danny slammed into his seat as the boosters re-engaged, stopping their free-fall and slowing them until they reached Martian soil.

"And we've landed on Mars."

But Danny already knew that. He could feel it. And the moment they hit the ground, the air sparked with an electric anticipation that his core couldn't help but soak in like a sponge.

It took everything in him to not phase out of his seatbelt, shoot through the side of the descent vehicle, and take in the sights of Mars. But these missions had an unspoken etiquette, and so he waited. He waited for Chadha to turn off the descent vehicle, he waited for the rest of the crew to get out of their chairs, he waited and waited until he thought his core was going to explode. 

"Alright, crew, this is it. Outside those doors is the Elysium Planitia, our home for the next two months. Our priority is setting up the Outpost. Fenton and Chase, you're both on solar panel duty."

"Gotcha, Commander," Merissa said. "We better hurry it up, though, because I think if we wait another minute, Danny over here is gonna have an aneurysm."

"Jeez, I've never seen him glow like that before," Cooper said.

"Sorry!" Danny said, though he really wasn't. Because he was finally here. He was on Mars. 

"Alright, I guess we better get to it, then." Commander Stewart turned for the door. "Artemis crew? I'm ordering us off the descent vehicle."

Depressurizing took forever and a half. But finally, finally, the door swung open to reveal a sea of red dust and rocks below an orange sky. As is tradition, Commander Stewart stepped out to the soil first, and one by one, the crew followed.

And finally, it was Danny's turn.

Obeying the laws of gravity was typically a challenge in ghost form. But to obey the laws of a gravity only a third of Earth's while also battling the excitement of being on Mars was an entirely different level of challenge. But he forced his tail to form legs, and he forced his feet to descend the stairs of the descent vehicle because he wanted his first entrance on Mars to leave a real footprint. One that was his. 

Nothing could have prepared him for the elation that could come from the Martian soil crunching beneath his boot. Nothing. It was pure, unfiltered joy. One that he didn't think he could replicate for as long as he lived.

His core took over, and green tinted his orange vision, sparkling and glittering with ectoplasmic constellations and energy. He shot into the air, laughing into his CCA system and not caring who heard because he'd made it! After all these years, all the nights of studying and gazing into the night sky and thinking and hoping and wishing that he could be up there, up here, and he was finally here! 

He inhaled deeply. Mars's air was thin compared to Earth's and smelled sweet and dry like a desert. He took another breath, and hints of sulfur and chalk wafted through his nose. The smell was foreign compared to what he was used to in the sterile Artemis aircraft, but it spoke of an ancient planet, one untouched by the paws of humanity, and he couldn't help but breathe in again, and again, soaking up every inch of the air that his nose could handle.

The air was cold, too. Though, compared to the cold of outer space, it felt like Florida in July. But compared to Earth, it was frigid. Not that he cared. With his space core, he was able to handle any temperature thrown at him. So despite the fact that he'd previously reported surface temperatures to the team of -20C, to him, the air was perfect. 

"Oh no, Fenton's lost it," Cooper joked.

"You wish," he responded, feeling a grin spread across his cheeks. 

"Alright, come down here. We have to get to work setting up the outpost or else we'll all be sleeping in the MDV tonight," Commander Stewart said.

Danny scanned the distance once more, taking in the sights of red rock against the orange horizon. This was it. This was everything he'd worked for.

And it was so worth it.

"Now, Phantom."

"Coming!"

[iholli]

inhales fuck it, I had fun with this, you're all getting subjected to it. My singular braincell is unleashing Booigi like the plague upon Discord and my friends are happy to encourage me. thank u Holly for the galaxy brain dialogue that inspired this silly little drabble <3

King Boo × Luigi || flirt

It's been a hell of a long night in this hotel, and King Boo can't stand it any longer. Except he's really, really bad at communicating his feelings to a certain oblivious green plumber.

Takes place during the final boss fight of Luigi's Mansion 3, so you know, if you don't want to get spoilered or whatever <3

It's been hours. At least 10 of them. And the man is exhausted.

He's been through hell, awake all night, narrowly avoiding death at every turn, fighting for his life every step of the way. He's tired and afraid, damn it, and his night still isn't done.

So this battle promising to stretch for long minutes is not something he's excited for.

Honestly, he's almost disappointed when Polterpup crashes into him, accidentally knocking him out of the way as the painting falls.

Luigi sits up as the ghostly canine hops off him, scampering off to who knows where, and the poor little plumber is back on his feet just in time for the great spectre before him to turn a seething glare on him. It's all Luigi can do not to collapse under that enraged violet gaze.

"Luigi! What are you doing over there?!"

King Boo is also tired, and he is pissed. He's spent far more than the whole night with that disgustingly obsessive woman dogging his heels like a lost puppy, watching her useless staff be thrown around by Luigi-- though, of course, the king can't deny his admiration of the man's strength and quick thinking-- and in turn feeling the anger of his own Boos being sucked away into that damned vacuum. He's going to break that frustrating contraption, so help him.

And after all that, after all his carefully laid plans-- the countless romantic settings, the harmless spooks, his desperate attempts to flirt-- Luigi still hasn't realized it! Only that awful Hellen Gravely had been wooed by the candlelit dining room, the beautiful concert, the seaside view! King Boo has had all he can take. At least Luigi vacuumed Hellen out of the picture, what a relief that was, and satisfying to say the least. Oh, and who could ignore the way Luigi smiled and danced and cheered for himself every time he successfully captured a ghost...he's just too cute!

He couldn't possibly admit it aloud, but that little green plumber has the king of Boos absolutely wrapped around his gloved finger.

"UGH! That's it! I'm sick to double death of you!"

Sick to his heart of that cute little mustache, those soft shoes, those blue doe eyes, that adorable accented voice, that sheer obliviousness! How could King Boo possibly make his feelings any clearer?! Surely Luigi is just tormenting him, and he's sick of it!

"You want to fight me? FINE! Let's go, Luigi! This is the end for you, once and for all! HERE I COME!"

The Italian's teeth are chattering in fear, because of course he doesn't want to fight, and he's thoroughly convinced the Boo just wants him dead, or at least trapped forever as a decoration. Well, it's no fault of his, considering every attempt King Boo has made at flirting has nearly gotten him poisoned or skewered or whatever else-- it's been such a long night, Luigi barely remembers all the ways the hotel has tried to kill him. And the king of Boos is very, very intimidating, no thanks to his threatening dialogue.

Which, Luigi can't possibly admit aloud, is rather attractive, in an inexplicable way. That voice, and those eyes, and...

No, no, no time to think about that now. That "rather attractive" ghost is trying to destroy him!

King Boo cackles, nearly at the end of his rope, summoning lightning, showing off his tongue (very intentionally, that is), throwing fireballs and explosives, every time missing and angrily cursing before vanishing. That Luigi...too smart in all the wrong places! Like he knows every move the Boo is going to make! Yet he can't figure out King Boo's affection towards him?!

When Luigi throws an explosive back at him, sending King Boo reeling and coughing smoke until he collapses on the roof, he's feeling more frustrated than ever. The plumber and that strange, goopy green clone of his suck him up by the tongue and smash him back and forth against the roof until the Boo tumbles backwards.

Enough is enough.

King Boo rematerializes before Luigi, glaring daggers, his enormous maw closed in a deep frown. The man steels himself for another round of attacks...

...but they don't come.

Instead, King Boo snaps.

"You know what?! Enough of this! You're cute and I've been trying to tell you that for hours-- no, YEARS now!"

Luigi freezes, his whole body going still as a ghost hit with his Strobulb. He...what?

The Boo's mouth is open now in a snarl, his brows low, his eyes glowing bright with irritation. He looks so angry; surely Luigi misheard him! If looks could kill, the plumber would already be six feet under!

"There, I said it! Must you torture me further?!"

No, he heard right.

...

He heard right?

The nozzle of the Poltergust clatters on the now-cracked concrete, Luigi barely even realizing he's dropped his only protection. He stares, then blinks and starts sputtering.

"C...cute? A-ME?!"

Oh, the Boo is a goner when that heavy accent comes out. His face flushes royal blue as he drifts like a deflating balloon to the rooftop. "OF COURSE YOU! HOW have you not figured that out?!" King Boo tries to snap in his usual tone, but it comes out in more of a pathetic whine as his voice cracks in disbelief.

"You've been-a trying to kill me all-a night!" Luigi chokes out. He's so shocked, he sinks to his knees, taking off his cap as his other hand comes up to run through his hair, the Boo watching his every move-- has he ever seen the plumber without his hat? His hair looks as soft as his mustache...

"I-- I HAVE NOT!" King Boo retorts after a moment, equally stunned.

"What...what do you call all of-a that, then?!"

"I was trying to flirt with you!" The king frantically pinwheels his nubby arms in a desperate attempt to explain. "I know those idiots kept ruining everything, but I was trying! I had a nice dinner planned, a walk through the garden floor, a magic show--"

Luigi's hand drops to his lap and he stares again at the ghost. "You set up all that...as a date?"

King Boo stops his rambling. "...yes?"

The little Italian giggles breathily, then laughs harder and harder, until he's gasping, arms wrapped around himself and tears rolling down his cheeks. King Boo blushes furiously. "What-- stop that! Why are you laughing at me? What's so funny?!"

"Oh, scusa, bello," Luigi manages when he finally catches his breath, wiping his face with his shirt sleeves. "It's just-- you are-a terrible at flirting!"

The Boo puffs out his cheeks, impossibly blue as he crosses his nubs in offense. "Well-- well, you're terrible at noticing, then!" He grumbles, his mouth closing in a pout.

"Both people are-a supposed to be there for a date, you know." The man giggles once more. He can't help being amused at the adorable grumpy face before him, and he's giddy with relief, heart fluttering now that he realizes that the ghost wasn't actually trying to murder him all this time, that the little voice in his heart was a mutual feeling.

"I...knew that." Boo's violet eyes flick away-- he definitely didn't know that-- then snaps his eyes back to Luigi in sudden realization. "Wait, what did you call me?!"

Luigi just smirks, one eyebrow cocking up, a show of the confidence he's feeling now. "Maybe if you-a take me on a real date yourself, I'll-a tell you, tesoro."

"T-TES--" King Boo blows the rest of the word into a raspberry, flustered, not knowing if the Italian is taunting him or complimenting him.

"Wait...are you asking ME on a date?"

Luigi gets to his feet, shuffling across the roof to retrieve the frame lying all but forgotten on the concrete. He inspects it for a moment, then sets it upright along the wall of the roof, aiming the Poltergust's dark-light attachment at the image of his friends and brother.

The plumber glances back at King Boo before switching the light on, grinning once more at the uncertain though hopeful king watching him. "Yeah, I-a guess I am." The light activates, a beam of rainbow slowly coloring the painting.

Well, after he explains this to Mario, and gets the group comfortably settled in the hotel, that is. And maybe gets the Boos out of their respective containers, since he knows the king will be asking.

Luigi's heart flutters again. His night doesn't feel so long anymore.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

been sooo obsessed with phone sex recently i know lalo would be rlly good as an operator like he can pick up on body language so he'd HEAR ur ass blushing thru the phone and pick on you for it

this is @night-ambit's fault

anatomical terms: pussy/cunt/hole, dick

calls you up randomly throughout your day. whether you're at work, at your house, the grocery store, or even fast asleep, it's not uncommon for you to pick up your phone and hear

"hi, puppy... you free to talk right now? been thinking about you..."

and know that you'll be 2 knuckles deep in your own pussy within 5 minutes. he works quick

sometimes he'll be technical, telling you precisely what to do. best jerk off instructor you could ask for.

"pinch that tiny dick of yours and stroke it for me, but not too fast. if i think you’re getting too excited i'll stop you."

"i don't care how much you want it. you're not using your hole until i tell you to.”

othertimes he'll just tell you what he's thinking about, maybe reminiscing on past experiences together

"remember that time i had you sit on my face? how loud you got? oh, you were so cute... tasted so fucking good... y'know they call that a mustache ride? sounds about right... i'd love to give you another one."

“i wish i had your lips around my cock right now, baby boy. you’d take good care of me, wouldn’t you? of course, you would. you always do. you’re always so eager to have my cock in your throat. such a cute little slut.”

lots of teasing. lots of questions

"i bet you're hard right now, huh? good boy... keep stroking it... you sound so cute. can’t wait to see me, huh?”

“feels good? yeah, i bet… tell me what you’re thinking about. whatever it is, i’ll do it to you the second i get home.”

don't even try lying to him. he'll see right through it.

"hey! get your fingers out of your hole. i told you not yet."

"what?! i'm not-... they're not in my-"

"oh, cut the shit. you know i can hear how wet you are, right? your pathetic cunt is just as loud as you are..."

you whine and take your fingers out. you can't believe you got caught :(

“y’know what? just for that, i’m not letting you cum. now you have to wait until i get home. and you’d better get ready, cause i’m gonna tear your pretty little ass up, just you wait.”

*click*

[ovalrosadolasvegas]

Empowering Intimacy:

A Helpful Hunk's Priority is Demonstrating Cliteracy

I’ve developed quite a carnal appetite for peaches and cream. Eating from a woman’s  secret garden offers me a chance to savor flavas otherwise inaccessible by any other means. Whether I’m  perusing profiles on Hinge, Bumble or OkCupid, I find myself wishing and hoping to match with a woman who loves and appreciates an enthusiastic cunninglinguist. That’s how into lip service I am.

Sometimes I wonder if it’s a proclivity that developed due to the fact that my first girlfriend encouraged me to chew the cooch regularly.I knew I’d be a shameless munch after her. Her tanginess, her divine feminine scent drove me wild fueling my preoccupation and future addiction to this very feral act. I remember writing passionate oral-soaked fan fiction about my fascination with pleasing the ladies. I'm just a Man who enjoys giving women that often elusive Australian Kiss!

Some time ago, I started a woman’s empowerment blog, it’s purpose was to connect with ladies who enjoy a very discreet and intimate form of pleasure and relaxation. I offer practical advice on beauty and personal care as well as sexual health and relationships. My chief objective, moor successful networking with the opposite sex. I’m proud of this blog, enthralled by the feeling that I am filling a void where my business meets a woman’s desires ..my intimate obsession. I’m addicted to satisfying fine ladies with my tongue. It’s not taboo or inconvenient to me, it’s my pleasure. The natural intimate fragrance of a woman is delicious. A husband’s supper is magical! Signing up for dating apps aren’t bringing me any closer to meeting my Queen. 

Doesn’t matter how intense the vibrator, how fast the fingers, or how well-angled the pubic bone – it’s not warm, it’s not wet, it’s not entirely fulfilling whereas a Helpful Hunk can be ladies.

In that way, I feel that it would be 100% reasonable and expectable for a woman to consider cunnilingus mandatory in all of her sexual relationships. Naturally, not every woman likes receiving oral sex and not every partner is interested in giving it, but no woman should ever be shamed out of asking for oral if it’s what she wants. It’s every bit as valid, important, and wonderful as a blowjob could ever be.

Its my observation that women are constantly being told that there’s something wrong with their genitals – clit too big, labia too long, pussy too loose, too tangy, too smelly. Theres something incredibly powerful about someone being willing, even wanting, to take all that into their mouth. Oval Rosado promotes the Helpful Hunk to systematically offer women stress relief while simultaneously eradicating today’s all pervasive vagina-hate.

To this day, cunnilingus is still the fastest way to pay a woman the greatest tribute to her femininity. Flourish Fulfills was a campaign created by Oval Rosado for women who wish to provide a Helpful Hunk with an adult happy meal and Squirt!

I can only hope to find  a lover who loves the whole concept of being consumed as much as I enjoy munching. Going pearl diving on a female is not only my daily preoccupation but also a prerequisite to penetrative sex. Until my future wifey and prosperity partner discovers the enthusiastic clam eater in me, it looks like my private self love sessions will continue to be driven by fantasies of giving lovely ladies unforgettable mustache rides.

Ladies, if you’re shy yet need to be licked and suckled between your thighs, let’s talk about it. 

I’d love to know what your scent is girl…..

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[vampcubus]

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐇𝐂𝐒

a/n: second round with more characters! 

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒!┊connie, sasha, eren, yelena, pieck, floch.

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!┊mostly sfw, female reader coded, obsessive flavored yelena and floch.

❥ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

— Not the most friendly sleeping partner I’m afraid 😭 He sleeps in a sprawled out spread eagle or in a tangle of his own limbs and the sheets. He’s also a blanket hog since he gets cold easily you’ll end up with like a corner of the blanket and a sliver of the bed. 

— He’s a heavy sleeper though so you can usually just shove him over and he won’t even stir. 

— Connie does like to cuddle though, especially if it's cold he’ll snuggle right up next to you and warm his hands under your shirt. So disrespectful about it though cus his hands are always so cold!! And he just laughs when you jump >:0

— Mornings consist of mandatory kisses and snuggles, this is non-negotiable he will absolutely wrap all his limbs around you to keep you from leaving the bed.

— If he wakes up before you expect the worst, he’s always playing too mf much. You’ll either wake up to find him drawing on your face or him sitting on your chest like a cat waiting for you to open your eyes.

“Are you awake?”

“I am now. Get off me, you’re heavy.” you groaned, pushing weakly at your boyfriend’s thighs.

“Say you look pretty good with a mustache, babe.” he snickers, capping a marker with a click that makes your heart drop. 

“YOU DIDN’T!” you shriek, wiping at your upper lip, gasping when ink transfers to your fingertips.

He makes up for it because it gets all over his mouth when he kisses you.

— Lazy mornings are the best, he just curls himself around you, holds your hands, and just talks to you about silly stuff. You usually end up going down a rabbit hole of strange conversations and fake deep existential questions about aliens or random shit like that.  

❥ 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒

— A light sleeper due to her instincts and sharp hearing. Half the time she’s munching on something right before bed and gets crumbs on the bed. There's no use scolding her, nothing gets between her and food.

— Runs delightfully warm so she’s a joy to snuggle up with when it’s cold.

— She snores if she’s on her back and drools on you if she’s on top of you, both of which she’ll get embarrassed about if you mention.

— A sleepwalker, almost always in pursuit of nighttime snacks. it’s hard to tell if she’s faking because she got caught (because she’ll absolutely do that) or is truly sleepwalking. It’s hilarious though, especially since she’ll even have full conversations with you in this state. You’ll ask her about it the next morning and she won’t remember a thing.

— Sleepy gf that will fall asleep on your shoulder just about anywhere.

— If you were to ever make her breakfast and bring it to her in bed she will actually start sobbing.

“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” Sasha wails with a mouthful of toast, tears streaming down her face as she absolutely destroys her breakfast. It’s a wonder she can even breathe scarfing down her food like that.

“The food isn’t going anywhere, Sasha. Slow down before you choke,” you laughed, wiping jam off her cheek with a napkin.

— You wake up before her most of the time, and she really loves to wake up to the feeling of your fingers brushing through her hair. She’ll blink her pretty brown eyes open and give you that sleepy smile that makes your knees buckle, she’s so cute and she knows it. Will absolutely use it against you to beg for kisses and food. Puppy gf puppy gf puppy gf-

❥ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

— He’s the type to hold your tit while he sleeps, no I will not elaborate.

— He’s definitely up your ass the whole time you’re getting ready for bed, distracting you while you’re changing, hands holding your hips and nose buried into your neck as you’re brushing your teeth. Without you there Eren all but collapses into bed fully clothed and sleeps like the dead til morning, but when you’re there he’s stuck to you like glue.

— He doesn’t care what position you sleep in, just that he can be pressed as tightly to you as possible. You’re his safe space and he soaks up your touch like he needs it to live. Eren’s different now, changed by the impending future he was cursed to know and the horrible actions he’s done to ensure his loved ones' survival, but he never stopped needing you.

— So hold him close to your chest, stroke his hair, tell him you love him, even if he’s not the same. Even if you can tell he’s being ripped apart from the inside out, be there for him.

— Eren’s dreams are rarely peaceful so sometimes he’ll wake you with his mumbling and squirming, but as soon as he startles awake and sees you there he calms right back down.

“Did I wake you? Sorry.” Eren sighs, but you only hum, wiping the sweat from his brow and nudging his face closer to your chest.

“I’d rather you wake me than have you left alone with your thoughts. You can rest. I’m here.”

And with that, his green eyes droop again, the slightest of smiles tugging at his lips that makes you feel warm inside. He rarely ever smiled anymore.

❥ 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀

— She’s clearly unused to sleeping with other people but she’s beyond ecstatic to have the opportunity to sleep next to you. You’ll have to show her where to put her hands and how you like to be held but once you get comfortable she melts against you with a sigh. She’s got such long limbs so she’ll usually just curl around you and bury her face in your hair.

— Greatly prefers sleeping while facing each other so she can admire you while you sleep. (she’s a creep) she can’t help it really, there’s nothing she loves more than to see you completely vulnerable and relaxed. She loves that you trust her enough to sleep in her presence, especially with the mistrustful nature of most Eldians of Paradis. 

— While Yelena enjoys holding you, please please hold her sometimes too, it means so much to her. She literally melts into a puddle every time you wrap yourself around her, tucking her head under your chin as you run your fingers through her pretty blonde hair. Start whispering sweet things to her and she’ll drift off in no time at all, fingers bunched in your clothes and long legs tangled with yours.

— Starts to stir as soon as you start moving around, so don’t expect to discreetly slip away without her eyes fluttering open. 

“Hey, where are you going?” She’ll whine.

“To pee, ‘lena. Go back to sleep.”

“Don’t take too long, I’ll miss you.” 

— Waking up next to Yelena is pure heaven. If she’s awake before you, you’ll wake up to her tracing shapes into your cheeks, chin on her hand as she waits for your pretty eyes to open for her again. And when they do she’s cooing at you, lips raining smiling kisses down on your face. 

— She’s the type to bring you breakfast in bed, wants to help you get dressed, do your hair etc… she’s a bit obsessive in her love for you but you won’t regret letting her into your life. She’s weaved herself meticulously into your routine so she can be there every step of the way and always knows where the things you misplace are. Makes you wonder if she deliberately hides them so you have to ask her.

❥ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

— Sleepy gf that curls up on your chest like a kitten and sleeps like that the whole night. She’s honestly too fucking cute it’s not fair.

— Also really likes to spoon, doesn’t care if she’s the big spoon or the little spoon she’s down to cuddle every which way without complaints.

— She’s tired a lot, especially since she’s in titan form so often :’( but she greatly appreciates it if you nap with her, or even just let her sleep with her head in your lap while you idly undo the tangles in her hair (puts her right to sleep every time) she just likes to have you there.

— She’s so comfortable to lay on btw, everything about her feels so soft it’s unreal. You’ll never find a more relaxing partner to cuddle up to. She hums or reads to you when you can’t quite get to sleep no matter how sleepy she is herself cus she wants you to get good rest <3

— Mornings with Pieck are so 💕💗💕💕💖💗💞💓 she’s pretty groggy when she first wakes up but once she processes that you’re awake too it’s like her whole face lights up. 

— Pieck has insane bedhead 🤭 her mane is always crazy n sticking in every direction. She’s notorious for falling asleep with makeup on (imagine her false lashes askew in a modern au, pls that’s so cute.) so don’t be shocked when you wake up with inexplicable makeup stains on your arms and shirt.

“Mmm, good morning.” Pieck yawns, arms stretched high above her head before she falls into a more instinctual hunched position.

“Good morning, beautiful.” you hum, brushing back the hair from her face to kiss her forehead and she just nuzzles her face against yours. She loves that you’ll call her beautiful even when she looks a hot mess.

— Lazy mornings are the best, just laying in bed together til noon while talking about everything and nothing til you feel like getting out of bed to rejoin society. She’s the type to hug you from behind while you’re making breakfast, pressing kisses to your back shoulder. Don’t trust her though, she is never above tickling you at the most inopportune time. She will gladly sacrifice a pancake to hear you squeal.

❥ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

— He’s not happy unless he’s got a face full of your tits when he drifts off, and is quite demanding about it. All he wants to do after a long day is shed his ODM gear and fall into your arms to be coddled like a baby.

— He’s handsy, even when he’s asleep, so you’ll wake up with his hands in your clothes grabbing at your soft bits. Likes to be pressed close and keeps you locked against him most of the night. You have to pry him off every morning.

— Mumbles in his sleep a lot. It’s usually garbled nonsense or whispers of your name. He’s a lucid dreamer and wakes up confused a lot, not knowing where he is.

— The nightmares are the worst though. He thrashes and sobs like a man possessed until you shake him awake, shushing and cooing at him as his head snaps left and right. You have to pull him into your arms and just hold him there while he crumples against you like paper.

— Floch is still plagued by the deaths of his comrades, still filled with hatred for Marley, and the titans, and everyone that he feels is trying to prevent Eldia from having a future. 

— He clings to you like you’ll slip right through his fingers. He’s terrified of losing you more than anything. It’s why he fights so hard. 

— Lazy mornings are rare but when you don’t have to be out of bed straight away, he’s content to just lie there with you as the sun filters into the room. He’s softer then, rough fingertips tracing your features as his honey-colored eyes admire you, whispering sweet nothings and words of gentle worship.

“You’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky. I love you so much. You’re my everything. I’d risk everything for you. I’d die for you. I’d kill for you.”

“You’ll what now? 😀”

[kechiwrites]

YOU SAID YOU WANT CAPTAIN PRICE STUFF?? welll sheeeit idk, price giving you a ‘goodbye’ before the mission the best way he knows???? 😩😩😩🥺

Oh Captain, My Captain.

captain john price x reader

synopsis: your husband gets deployed, you get some dick. it's the natural order of things.

cw: afab!reader, no pronouns + gendered language, anal, like a lot of it, married people being freak nasty as they should, cunnilingus, established relationship, fingering, my blatant disregard for spellcheck or grammar, no use of y/n ever, mdni (seriously...stop.)

an: gotta get my yayas out somehow, i can't believe i havent written about him or soap yet. quick someone bring me a soap idea too. thank u so much my angel Val, this sparked joy in me fr. also price is 40, no i dont take criticism, the cod team told me, my uncle works at nintendo.

I'm obsessed with the facial hair, unfortunately. And I just know he's loud. Like really loud. Like, no, never in public, because you're getting found out, loud.

Him saying goodbye goes much like it always does. It's customary at this point; he gets deployed, you're worried about your husband dying in some secret op in the middle of nowhere, you ask him to leave you a creampie to remember him by. As if he won't be back to fuck you into unconscious when he returns. You promise him a night of his favourites. Pussy and ass.

Between the mustache and the way that man groans into the lips of your pussy, getting eaten out by Price is literally a heavenly experience, a brush with God, feels more like a treat for you, but by god does the Captain get into it. He likes it best when you lay back, lower half hanging off the bed, with him on his knees between your thighs, your legs over his shoulders and his slicked up thumb rubbing so insistently, ardently at the furl of muscle below your cunt.

You know what, in fact, you're hard pressed to remember a time you and John fucked where his hands haven't drifted down your back to grip at your ass, pulling the cheeks apart to toy with you, dragging the roughened pads of his fingertips over where he's split your pussy open on his dick, up, over your taint before playing with your rim.

You can, however, remember the first time he'd sank the red, leaking tip of his dick into said ass. He'd been patient, kind, generous with loosening you up, continues to be so. Letting him in where he likes it best is an arduous process. That night, after a short, gruff talk about boundaries and limits, and a kiss on your wedding ring, he spent the two hours before the act, sucking at your clit with military precision, sliding his fingers in and out of your messy cunt, until you came. And then he did it again. And again. Until you were soft and pliant and fucking delirious. When the time came, it'd been pressure and pain that with time and so much effort, eventually devolved into sin soaked pleasure. His cock is thick, blunt tipped and brutal, so the Captain had to work you open in long, languid strokes, while he pawed at your midsection, keeping you in place, hands steady and sure. You're just getting used to push and pull of him thrusting into your ass when he comes, huffing and moaning into your shoulder, while he blankets your back, his facial hair tickling at your neck and shoulders. Even with his voice muffled against your skin, he's noisy, groan tapering off into a whimper and a sigh as he grinds against you, filling you in the most unfamiliar way.

I figure goodbyes with Price go a little something like that.

i write "mrs. captain john price" on my lisa frank notebook in pink gel pen. also i think his dick is like thick in a scary way, like average length maybe less, but obscenely thick. :)

support city girls, reblog what u like.

[gibbysupremeacyisreal]

𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

(gender neutral) ' I want for all time to fill the spaces between your fingers with mine ' - JS Parker

requested:: by @jjunbug ! ty for requesting!! (fluff)

𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 - waking up to him staring into ur soul<3 - definitely helps you with homework :,) - building legos together - watching marvel movies repeatedly - sending reaction memes of himself lmao - I feel like he likes plants lmao so you would have a bunch of plants and they'll all have names -  definitely the kind of person to say "I can't change the weather" when you say ur cold but then eventually give you his jacket

𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 - mimicking yeonjuns verse in blue hour - calling him emo - singing the abcs out loud for you when ur washing ur hands💀 - writes his initials on HIS food (leftovers etc) - makes fun of you 24/7 and you doing it back (never means it, it's just his humour) - for Halloween you guys do couples costumes but he's always the female (kristoff and Anna, padme and anakin etc) - threatening to force feed you if you say ur not hungry

𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐀𝐈 (my bias so I might go a lil all out) - "tHaTs kIndA sUs tHo...." - repeatedly dying in minecraft trying to impress you (mf will literally walk off a cliff) - literally gives you his photocard so when he's on tour you "remember him" LIKE MF UR NOT DEAD??? - belly rubs <33 - both having plushy obsessions - trying to learn a language together on duolingo but he's scared of the bird - pretends ur in a restaurant when he cooks for you (hands you a menu with one thing on it lmao) - watches horror movies bc he thinks he won't get scared then almost pees his pants so you have to give him forehead kisses or he'll "have ptsd" - random sound affects (saying vroom when he walks past you, doing the drum and cymbal things after you tell jokes, saying bonk if you guys accidentally run into eachother)

𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 - pushing on ur sinuses when you have a headache ( *sobs*) - pinching his cheeks and him going 🤨😟😐😊 when you do it (in that order) - happy dancing when you make him food - draws mustaches on you when ur asleep - stealing eachothers clothes - " feel 😈 like 👍 cinderella ✨️  naega❗️byeonhae🤞 " - trying to teach you tiktok dances

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 - it's giving bfg  (big friendly giant lmao) - poking his dimples - falls asleep by watching you asleep bc it's relaxing - randomly claps for you - playing with his ears (They r so cute idk😭) - "BYE GUYS HI LADIES 💋" - cries during studio ghilbi movies but laughs at horror movies???

[cockasinthebird]

Forever ago I talked about writing a “kiss cam au” that I never got to finish, and perhaps never will, but I’m still actually very happy with what I’ve got! So here you have it, three pages worth of Kiss Cam 

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The fact that she didn’t say yes right away should have been a clear enough sign of her reluctance to go, but Steve was far too overcome with excitement of having won the tickets to really consider her hesitance as anything unusual. And looking back it wasn’t even the first time she “needed time to think”, but Steve was in love, and he thought that she was too. 

To be fair he did ask Tommy first if he wanted to go to the game, considering how obsessed he is with their college’s baseball team, but he and Carol were going on a roadtrip with her parents, leaving the day after summer break started, and Robin hates attending sports events unless there’s a promise of cheerleaders.

And maybe the fact that Nancy wasn’t his first, or even second, choice should have made everything clearer for Steve, too.

“You sure you don’t want anything?” he asks, a slight waver to his voice that he’ll claim is from excitement, but truthfully he’s starting to feel a bit… bashful, as he carries his pretzel, bag of peanuts, and large soda away from the concession stand.

“I’m fine, I have my water bottle,” comes her response with a shake of the mostly full bottle. She meets with Steve’s gaze for barely a second with a strained smile, before returning her look to the sticky floor.

“Really, whatever you want, I’m paying-”

“Steve, I-... it’s ok, I’m still full from lunch,” she sighs, heavy and edging on irritated perhaps, or at least that’s the way Steve hears it. She barely even finished her scone at the café earlier.

“Alright, just tell me if you need something- anything, ok?” he tries, smiles and looks her in the eyes as she finally offers more than a slight glance.

And she smiles back, softly, like she really cares about making Steve happy, even if baseball isn’t her first idea for a date. Or at least that’s how he interprets it.

“Ok.”

There’s a roar echoing through the tunnel, the sound of thousands and thousands of fans hyping up for the game, San Francisco Giants versus Los Angeles Dodgers, Steve himself in a white Dodgers jersey, and even from here he can feel the energy, like an electric charge shooting through him, bringing forth goosebumps and raising the hairs on his arms from pure excitement of being in a stadium again for the first time in who knows how many years. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide, and truthfully if it wasn’t for the group of people in front of him and Nancy, he might have run out with a near child-like glee, not a care for how other people would have stared.

You’re gonna love it, he recalls telling her during the one hour drive here, It’s like being at a concert, but so much better. The camaraderie is just… so… I don’t even know how to describe it, but you’ll know it when you feel it.

Yet as they near the end of the tunnel leading to their seating area, he looks down at her and catches the way she’s chewing on her lip, hands strangling the plastic bottle till it crinkles, doubt written in between the lines of her furrowed brow. And he thinks about turning back, about telling Nancy that they can just go to the movies instead or look for a nice restaurant, whatever might make her feel better and look less dismayed, like a good boyfriend might do. You have to make sacrifices in a relationship sometimes to make it work-

But there’s a definite point of no return, as they step outside again, the faint stench of piss and beer dissipating as fresh air fills their lungs, well, fresher air - there’s still a lingering scent of sweat and musk and beer, too, but it’s lighter and less offensive, less in your face, and Steve feels invigorated by it all. Left and right he sees rows and rows of people in jerseys, foam fingers, caps, greasy food and beverages, smiles as big as his own.

This is it, the feeling of belonging, of fitting in. Despite the pushing and shoving and elbowing people do in attempts to get to their seats faster, there’s joy to be had, elation shooting through his bloodstream at just the sight of the field before him. It’s everything he remembers from the one game his dad brought him to too many years ago, and while Steve himself doesn’t care to participate in sports, it’s a feeling he’s been chasing ever since with high school baseball, and now in college he still attends every single game he can, but there’s nothing that can compare to all of this.

He inhales till it feels like his lungs might split and tear, wanting to engrain every impression of this moment into his soul, in case he’ll have to go just as many years till he can stand in such a loud and crowded space again.

Unable to look away from all the excited faces, he asks, “So, what do you think?”

“There’s… a lot of people,” Nancy says loudly in an effort to get through the horde of Dodgers fans. “Very noisy!”

“Yeah!” Steve needs to almost shout it back at her, and doesn’t deem it important to mention that that’s part of what he loves so dearly too; the inability to hear himself think, to never be alone again for as long as the game is on. 

Hell, even going to the bathroom here is a group activity surrounded by strangers that might or might not take a gander at your dick at the urinals.

“Come on, we’re just up here! Row f.”

Despite the inevitability of it, it’s still considered courteous to apologize when awkwardly making your way down the row in search of your seat, and both Steve and Nancy seem adept at it as they struggle to avoid stepping on shoes or knocking over beverages, one “Sorry” after another.

When Nancy puts a halt to the expedition. “Steve…” her voice a shy little thing only to be heard by Steve standing near flush to her back.

Steve doesn’t even need to ask what’s wrong, when looking over the top of her head is enough for him to understand why she’s this hesitant now. Loud, brash, unruly, a whole row of frat boys acting like they own this entire section, marking their territory with spilled beer and popcorn tossing. Truth be told, even Steve’s a bit intimidated just by their presence here, but refuses to let it ruin his day.

“Yeah… Yeah, you sit here and I’ll take the seat next to them, ok?”

The relief in Nancy’s strained smile is brief before falling back into the very unimpressed, very uncomfortable expression of malcontent, but this time Steve doesn’t find time to worry about her; rather he’s worried about the old, brown leather jacket thrown over his seat.

There’s a certain painfully anxious throb in his chest. From his own vague experience of the frat guys back at Purdue, they’re rarely the kind of people he’d hang around with, all that childlike pestering some just never left behind in high school. But what’s seemingly more dangerous here - sitting down on a buff stranger’s jacket, or asking him to remove it just to be told to “fuck off”.

“Excuse me, your jacket is in my seat.”

Before this stranger has even turned around Steve is already planning an exit strategy that leaves him the most dignity and preferably without getting punched, better safe than sorry and all. Between the clear tension in those broad shoulders, the way his hand grips his beer tighter, and the glare he carries as he turns to look at who dares interrupt his festivities, Steve would say it isn’t unfair to expect some unnecessary hostilities next. Yet when those refreshingly crystal clear eyes meet his, the anger furrowed in this stranger’s brow smooths out, and the way he so suddenly smiles all charming beneath that mustache, Steve fears he might blush as his heart trips over itself.

“Oh, sorry pretty boy, wasn’t sure if anyone was gonna show up.”

[novelconcepts]

omg can you do a print of damie in canon just interacting with flora bc i would love that

She’s lost Flora. 

There is, Dani thinks with the forced calm of one already beginning to spiral, little cause to panic. The house is big, but it’s not that big--and Flora is a good kid. She’s not exactly prone to just wandering off. She certainly wouldn’t, say, vanish from sight and reappear somewhere unexpected, suddenly acting like she didn’t entirely remember the time in between.

That doesn’t sound like Flora at all.

She isn’t running, per se, from room to room. Running would suggest there is a problem to be handled, and if she starts thinking along those lines--if she starts obsessing about Flora’s distinctly off-putting way of gazing over her shoulder, of saying things just a little too odd to be hand-waved away, of looking at Dani as though she can see straight through her to the unease thrumming under the surface--well. That way lies nothing useful. Nothing at all.

“Have you seen Flora?” The kitchen had seemed a good bet. Here, after all, is Owen, puttering away over the ingredients for the evening’s meal, his mood somber as he uses the manor to avoid reflecting on his mother’s upcoming funeral. Here is Hannah, dutifully rearranging the china, pretending not to steal glances at Owen’s lanky frame every few seconds. That spot at the table is made for Flora, little legs hanging off the chair, brimming with questions--

But Flora isn’t there, and Owen is shaking his head. 

“Not since lunch. Lost her, have you?”

No, she almost snaps. A count of three, a long-held breath; she smiles tightly, reminding herself that this is not Owen’s fault, nor Owen’s job. The children will be your responsibility alone, after all. 

“She’s quick,” she says instead. Hannah purses her lips.

“Perhaps upstairs with Miles?”

She isn’t. Miles, bent over a book with a solemn expression, blinks up at her as though she’s dragged him by the shirt collar out of the actual wardrobe to Narnia. 

“She asked me to color--what time is it?”

“Two,” Dani says, sparing the briefest glance for her watch. He shrugs. 

“An hour ago, I think? I told her to ask Hannah.” A flash of concern crosses his face, a too-adult creasing of brow. “Was that wrong? I just wanted to finish my book--”

“It’s fine,” Dani assures him, ruffling his hair. Too-adult, his expression may be, but this is the most kid she’s seen Miles in days. The last thing she wants is to dissuade him from reading, or from the loose sprawl of his posture. 

An hour, though. In the days since coming to Bly, Dani can’t remember twenty minutes passing without Flora turning up underfoot. 

Outside, she thinks with another swell of barely-restrained panic. She’s outside. By the lake, probably, where Flora can so often be found keeping company with dolls and talismans and snatches of ethereal song. 

It isn’t exactly a reassuring thought, particularly with summer rain sluicing down the windows, scattering over the roof like pellets. A storm, it isn’t, but an eight-year-old girl has no business wandering in weather like this. 

You'd have loved it, at her age, Dani reminds herself. There’s nothing at all wrong with a little girl puddle-jumping for the sheer joy of it. Flora probably got bored, cooped up with a bunch of busy adults and her brother uninterested in playing games. She’s fine. She’s almost certainly fine.

An umbrella is waiting beside the door, still damp from Owen’s trip in before breakfast. Dani takes a breath, pops it open, steels herself for the brisk wind. 

The grounds are gray, the puddles turning the grass to a squelchy mess beneath her shoes. She keeps her head up, her eyes carefully turned away from the puddles which sit like recklessly-dropped mirrors at every turn; if she so much as glances down and spots a flash of glasses, she’s not sure she’ll be able to keep her composure. 

Flora is not by the lake, as it turns out. Nor the statue gardens. Nor the rose bushes. Flora is nowhere, she’s starting to think, and her mind is finally turning toward the worst--toward the depth of that lake, how easily a small girl might slip off the embankment and tumble headlong into its hungry waves without notice--when she remembers the greenhouse.

Jamie will help. The thought rises without warning, a solid patch of sunlight at the center of the storm. Jamie will help--because Jamie knows every corner of these grounds as well as her own hands. Jamie, who maybe doesn’t know Dani all that well, but didn’t seem to mind offering gentle reassurance, exchanging unexpectedly deep conversation on the couch...or Dani taking her hand in the dark. Jamie, who had said, Who the hell knew? Jamie, who had worn an expression a little like awe.

They haven’t had time to talk about it since, but even so. Even so, for Flora, Jamie is sure to--

She hesitates at the door, fist raised to knock. It feels foolish, rapping on the entry to a greenhouse like it’s Jamie’s own bedroom--but this is, she reasons, as close to Jamie’s home as she’s ever likely to get. 

“Jamie, are you...”

“Here,” her voice comes from somewhere just out of sight. Dani takes a cautious step in out of the rain, jostling the umbrella and pulling it hastily shut. Best not to invite bad luck--she’s certainly already had her share. 

“I’m looking for Flora,” she calls, feeling a bit silly. There’s so much going on in this room--plants and tables, pots and a variety of outdoor furniture draped with old blankets. Normally, Jamie is easy to spot amid the riot of greens and pinks, her hands busy coaxing seedlings to life. Today, Dani feels as though she’s tripped and fallen into a game of hide and seek. 

“Don’t have to look far,” Jamie’s voice comes again--from behind the sofa, Dani thinks. “C’mere.”

“Miss Clayton!” Flora pipes up, and Dani feels the tension leave her body in a violent rush. Her hand grips the nearest table for support, her eyes closing in relief. “Come color with us”

“Come--sorry?” She can’t have heard right. Jamie? Jamie the gardener, putting aside work and temper to waste an afternoon on crayons?

Yes--yes, that appears to be exactly what Jamie is doing. Sprawled on her stomach, still dressed in her coveralls, she’s got a blue crayon in hand and a green one tucked behind her ear. She glances up as Dani steps nearer, a smile lighting her face. 

“Kid came stumbling in out of the rain an hour ago. Expect she didn’t think to warn you in advance?”

“Sorry.” Flora offers a sheepish smile, sitting up quickly. “Are you very cross?”

“No, of course not.” Just going to need a minute to purge the image of finding you facedown in the goddamned lake, is all. “Next time, though, you’ll have to tell me you’re leaving the house alone. I need to know where you are at all times, Flora.”

She expects Jamie to scoff at this--to say, Ah, she was with me, she’s fine. Instead, Jamie stretches over to land a sharp flick on Flora’s upper arm. 

“Rude to make Poppins worry. Look, she’s gone all pink.” She looks up at Dani, grinning. “Not a bad look, if we’re in the market for honesty.”

Dani suspects pink is the lightest shade she can manage, with Jamie gazing at her that way. It’s too easy, all of a sudden, to remember an unexpectedly soft hand under her own fingers, Jamie turning reflexively at the wrist to hold her back. 

“I’m terribly sorry,” Flora says, a phrase Dani is starting to think is more Flora than even perfectly splendid. “Here--I was just about to do one of you!”

Jamie gestures with the blue crayon, a silent suggestion for Dani to sit beside her. “Might as well. Rain doesn’t look like it’s letting up anytime soon.” She lowers her voice, eyes fixed on Flora’s determined rummage through the crayon box. “Sorry about that, Poppins. Know she’s been unpredictable lately, didn’t like the idea of her stumping around in the cold. If I’d known you were worried--”

“It’s all right.” In truth, she’s glad Flora made her way out here. Growing more pleased by the moment with this development, really, as Jamie slides a blank sheet of paper in front of her and presses a purple crayon into her hand. 

“Join us. We’re doing portraiture.”

“I can see that,” Dani laughs. Jamie’s handiwork speaks of a distinct lack of care for detail--each sketch on her page is, at best, a stick figure with a single defining feature. “How does Owen hold up his head, carrying a mustache the size of his torso?”

“With minimal decorum,” Jamie says, grinning. “And she’s right, it’s your turn.”

Dani suspects she’s going less pink, more a volatile shade of maroon, with both parties squinting at her face, their papers, her face again. Flora is doing her very best work, taking several minutes just to select the closest shades of blue, yellow, pink. Jamie makes an enormous production of holding up a crayon, closing one eye, gauging proportions--and then, cheerfully, scrawling a figure identical to the other four already on the page. 

“I’m taller than Hannah?” Dani asks, unable to resist a giggle. Jamie frowns.

“Ah, you’re...standin’ on a crate.” She adds a box beneath Dani’s non-existent feet with a flourish, nodding. “There. It’s symbolic.”

“Of what?”

“I’ve ranked you all on how much I like you. Takin’ into account, of course, certain accusations pointed my way regarding mud and shiny floorboards.” Jamie winks. Dani finds herself gripping her crayon almost hard enough to hurt. 

“You’re not drawing, Miss Clayton!” Flora observes. Dani glances away from Jamie’s smile--a difficult act only a few days ago, nearly impossible now--and clears her throat. 

“Well. Maybe just until the rain stops.”

There are, she thinks as a comfortable quiet settles over the greenhouse, infinitely worse ways to spend her afternoon. 

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Sugar Bunny (1/3)

Summary: Meeting August Walker, CEO one of the most successfull real estate agencys in the states in a coffee shop of all places, turned into one of the best things that could have happened to you. You became his sugar bunny and against all your willpower you fell in love with him. Oh if only everything would be so easy, and if only August was really only a CEO of a company...

Pairing: August Walker / F!Reader

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut (dirty talk; d/s vibes; unprotected sex)

A/N: Okay. So this is a completely finished mini series i’m going to post thursdays. Hope you enjoy x

Masterlist

August had been gone for months. It wasn’t like you had a claim on him (his claim on you was a whole different story) but frankly, you didn’t care.

 You felt the beats of the music as you danced. You were wearing your most revealing dress, only just going below your ass, hooking up with some guy you met on Tinder. Just to piss August off. Because you didn’t know how but you knew for sure that you acting out seemed to set off an internal alarm. August always seemed to know just when you were about to do something stupid. Like some fucked up guardian angel.

 “Do you want a drink?” The guy, whose name you already had forgotten asked, his greedy hands on your hip as he leaned in to ask right into your ear. His breath smelled like something had died inside of him years ago. He was attractive, one could even say handsome, but he wasn’t August.

“Sure. Gin Tonic.” You called back, trying to speak over the loud music. He nodded, about to lean down to kiss you on your cheek, when you turned away as the music changed. You fought the urge to grin as he huffed and walked away. 

There was no way you would be leaving with him. You might have been desperate for a good fuck, but not that desperate. Swaying your hips to the music you closed your eyes, getting lost. You didn’t care if the guy came back with your drink. Your thoughts were consumed by ocean blue eyes. You used to joke that the hazel spot in his eyes was the only thing that stopped you from getting lost in them. You knew back then that it was already too late. August Walker had ruined you for any other man on this planet.

 The fact that you met him in a coffee shop of all places was out of a cheesy love story. Not that love was involved in any way. That was at least what you told yourself. Then again, you had never been in love before. You didn’t know if it was normal to find yourself wondering what August would think in every decision that you made. You still remembered the shiver you felt the first time he touched you. Like you were struck by lightning.

 “Wrong month.” He had grinned to himself, as he had given you your cup of tea you had ordered to go. You had been in a hurry to get to work in time, but when his fingers brushed over yours, you had stopped. And just looked at him.

“Sorry?” You asked, still looking at the gorgeous man in front of you.

“I’m waiting for August.” His deep voice answered you.

 Shaking your head you almost rolled your eyes, when you saw your “Date” coming back with your drink. He looked at you and you motioned with your finger in the direction of the restrooms, not waiting for his reaction as you turned around and danced yourself across the dancefloor. 

As usual there was a line to the women’s restroom, yet no one seems to go to the men's restroom. Looking over your shoulder you made the quick decision to use the men’s room. Those were cleaner anyway.

Thankfully no one was in, not that guys bothered much anyway. Leaning with your hands on the sink you looked at yourself. You looked cute, even sexy. You even wore the heels August had bought you the last time you were out with him. 

You had stopped in front of the store, not daring to ever buy shoes like that. You were struggling to pay your rent as it is, there’s no way you could afford $ 1.000 designer high heels.

 “Usually the look you’re giving these shoes is reserved for me, Bunny.” August looked at you with his raised eyebrow.

“And it always will be.” You smiled.

“You want them?” He asked, nodding towards the heels.

“Yeah. But I could never afford them.”  He continued to look at you with an unreadable expression. That was something he seemed to do a lot lately. You’ve been “together” for almost a year now. And by together you meant August showed up unexpectedly every couple weeks, stayed a short time, usually for at least 5 orgasms and then left. But not without filling your fridge at least.

A fucked up guardian angel.

Your fucked up guardian angel.

He had insisted on paying all of your open bills the last time. That was the time he asked for your thoughts about becoming his “sugar bunny”. As soon as you had agreed everything changed. You moved from your shitty one bedroom apartment into 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom penthouse with the most spectacular view on Elliot Bay. 

The penthouse had been one of August` investments. As owner of one of the biggest real estate agencies in the states, a 3 million dollar penthouse seemed to be peanuts for him. You, on the other hand, were struggling with accepting everything he gave you. You didn’t feel like you deserved anything you didn’t work for. 

Life had never been easy for you. Moving out of your parents house when you turned 16, you had gone from living in the worst places possible until you found a job which could support you on the road to your ultimate goal: becoming an interior designer. 

Since you met August, money hadn’t been a problem anymore. He paid for all your expenses, including your college debt. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror you sighed. He hadn’t returned your message from almost two weeks ago and a part of you grew worried. You were pretty sure there was some shady thing he was doing apart from the real estates. There was just something about him….

“You seem to be looking for trouble, bunny.” His voice scared you, making you jump. Turning around, you leaned against the sink, seeing August lean against the door. 

“August…” You began.

“Hush.” He shook his head, locking the door behind him. You breathed in deep, gulping as he slowly began to walk towards you. He was wearing dark suit pants, his white dress shirt rolled up over his elbows, the first three buttons opened. His signature mustache was nearly invisible due to all the scruff in his face, his curly hair longer, falling over his eyes. He tsked as he walked.

“You look like a little slut, bunny. Who is this guy you are here with?” He asked.

“No one important.” You whispered.

“Then why are you dressed like you want to get fucked by him?” August stopped in front of you and his familiar scent clouded your mind, making it hard for you to think straight.

“I want to get fucked…” You said, looking up at him with big eyes. He raised his left eyebrow.

“But not by him, Sir.” You bit your lip. He tilted his head, still looking at you and it was just this tilt that seemed to make you wetter than you had ever been before in your life. Why were you so obsessed with this man?

“Not by him, huh?” He huffed, holding up one of his hands, letting just one finger run down from your shoulder to your hand, making you shiver and gasp. He took hold of your hand, bringing it up to his lips, taking two fingers inside of his mouth and sucked. You watched him, feeling your legs go weak.

“Aug…” You began when he bent down, kissing you all tongue and teeth, his hands pulling you up to sit on the sink. Immediately you crossed your legs behind him, wanting him nearer, your hand disappearing in his longish hair, as his tongue invaded your mouth, making you moan against him. 

“You know how much I hate it when other men touch what’s mine…” He growled against your lips, one of his hands going in between your legs, slipping your panties to the side. He grinned when he found you wet.

“You’re on the pill now, right?” He asked. You nodded.

“Fucking perfect.” He kissed you again.

“Turn around and grab the sink. I want you to see who this pussy belongs to while I fuck you.” 

You hopped down from the sink as August pulled his cock out. Looking down you licked your lips, making him chuckle.

“Eager little bunny. But we’ll have time for that later.” He winked, making you blush. Turning around you leaned with your elbows on the sink, looking first at yourself, then up at August who was watching you as he stepped closer.

You felt him tease you with the tip of his cock. Did you think he would end up fucking you without a condom for the first time in the restroom of a shitty night club? No. Not really. Yet you couldn’t think of anything more fitting for your “relationship.”

“Bunny… You’re so wet…” He said in awe. You sighed, looking at him.

“I need just one….” He got on his knees behind you, diving in between your legs, licking you pussy like an ice cone.

“Fuck….” You let your head fall down. Only that could be enough to make you cum after such a long time.

“Like honey….” He groaned against your pussy before he came to stand behind you again. 

“Look at me bunny.” He said. And as you slowly looked up at him, he entered you completely in one hard thrust, making you scream from the sweet pain of his huge cock filling you after months.

“Like a glove…” He groaned, his hands on your hips as he stilled.

“You feel even better than I thought you would, Bunny.” He grinned at you in the mirror. You heard banging against the door.

“We better make this quick.” He said, before he bottomed out, only to slam into you again. The force making you hold up a hand, pushing it against the mirror.

“If I say you cum, you are going to cum.” August growled, beginning to thrust into you hard, his fingers surely leaving bruises on your hips from how strongly he was holding you. You only nodded, bracing yourself as you took what he gave you, already feeling the tingling in the pit of your stomach. 

“When we get home…” August pressed in between thrusts “I want you to wear that slutty lingerie you bought when I was away.” He fucked you faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Just so I can rip them off of you and fuck you against the window so the whole fucking city sees who this pussy belongs to.” He slapped your ass hard. Moaning his name you pushed back against him.

“Come on now, Bunny. Cum for me.” He pressed. Looking at him in the mirror you fell apart, thankful that you were by now half laying on the sink, your orgasm taking your ability to hold yourself up right.

“That’s it… Are you ready for me to fill you with my cum? So you know that the only cock that is fucking you is mine?” He underlined every word with a hard thrust.

“Fill me up, sir.” You whimpered, looking up at him.

“Fuck….” He groaned, thrusting once again until he stayed deep inside you and released his cum. His warmth filling you. 

“Shit that feels so good.” He moaned. Looking at the beautiful man behind you, that was all yours, you sighed. He looked at you, a small smile sneaking to his lips, as he bent down, You turned your head so you could kiss him.

You were interrupted by another knock on the door.

Slowly he pulled out of you, making you whimper again. As he was tucking himself back in he took a step back.

“That’s a sight I won’t get used too quickly.” He said. You looked over your shoulder, seeing him look down at your pussy where you felt his cum slowly drip out of you. He shook his head before he carefully pulled your panties back to cover you.

“Come on Bunny. Time to go home.” He crocked his eyebrow. Slowly you pushed yourself up, your legs feeling like jelly. Grinning he stepped towards you, taking your hands in his as he kissed your forehead. You leaned with your whole body against him, enjoying feeling his closeness. 

This would become a problem in the future.

“Ready?” He asked. Nodding you let him pull you towards the door. Unlocking it, he opened it only to find your date and some other guys standing in front of it.

“Sorry gentlemen.” August said a little too smugly as he let you step out of the restroom first. You couldn’t bear to look at your date as you walked past him. You felt August behind you, one of his hands on your ass.

“You wanna have a drink before we go?” He asked, leaning down so you could hear him better.

“And one dance?” You asked. You saw his lips twitch.

“But only because it’s your birthday Bunny.” He winked. Blushing you smiled. He leaned down, kissing you quickly, but you didn’t let him go. Pulling your arms behind his neck you sighed against his lips as he cornered you against the nearest wall, pulling you up in his arms to kiss you properly.

Out of breath you leaned your forehead against his.

“Champagne for your 22nd birthday?” He asked.

“That would be perfect.” You whispered. Kissing you quickly again, he slowly let you get down to the ground, before his hand pulled you towards the bar.

What you both didn’t notice were the two FBI Agents watching the two of you intently. One of them being your date. And you didn’t know just how much you would treasure this as one of the last moments of being with August. The August you fell in love with.

[hopelikethemoon]

Dad I’d Like to F— (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Dad I’d Like to F— Rating: Explicit  Length: 6900 Warnings: Smut (dirty talk, blow jobs, orgasm delay, facesitting, over-stimulation, girl on top, doggy style, squirting, multiple orgasms, and casual cum eating) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in the summer of 1998. Again this exists because @grapemama​ yells at me for things and I am more than happy to provide.  Summary: Summertime suits Javier the best.

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“Daddy,” Josie tugged at the sleeve of his shirt, before she all but threw herself against his arm as she curled her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Do you think there’s buttercups? Sissy hasn’t seen buttercups!”

You grinned at them as you sat with your legs crossed beneath you. Sofía was happily chilling in your lap, leaning back against your stomach as she watched Josie with rapt interest. You hated that you were going to have to disrupt her soon.

If Josie was around, Sofía was watching her. “J-j-o!” She made grabby hands towards Josie, before clapping them together. 

“We’ll find some buttercups for her.” Javier assured her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before he let her go. 

Josie made her way over to you, reaching out to let Sofía take her hand. “You wanna see the flowers, sissy? We don’t know if you like butter!” She looked up at you then. “Do you think she likes butter?”

“If she’s anything like you, she’s going to love butter.” You assured her, tapping your finger against her chin as you scrunched up your nose. “Why don’t you go play, sweetheart? Then we’ll go look for the flowers before I head back to work.” 

Josie grinned brightly at you, before she leaned down and cupped Sofía’s face with both hands and kissed her forehead — knocking her floppy hat off her head. “Oops!”

Sofía tried to mimic her, shrilly expressing her dismay as she pitched forward in your arms and grabbed at her hat.

Javier leaned forward and picked up the hat, putting it back on her head. “You sure you have to go to work?” He questioned, tilting his head to look at you.

“I wish I could stay.” You sighed, reaching out to brush your fingers over his cheek. “Be glad I didn’t have to go in until noon today.”

It was killing you that you had to work, while Javier got to spend all day with the kids. You’d kill to spend the long summer days at the park with the three of them. 

Especially Javier. Summer was treating him very well. A month and a half in and he’d let his hair go — proving exactly where Josie got her soft chestnut curls from. And the scruff? You could get very used to it. 

You loved his mustache, but there was something about that patchy scruff that made your mind wander… You did enjoy how it felt between your thighs. 

Fuck. You had to keep focused. You had a three-hour long narcotics seminar to teach to a bunch of fresh-faced idiots who were going to ignore the first hour simply because you were a woman. You had to bring your A-game.

You couldn’t not get caught up thinking about Javier. Despite how good he looked. 

Javier just had to go and look like the hottest man in the park. And you’d looked around — there were some attractive men, but none of them were Javi. 

Javier pressed a quick kiss to your lips, “So I can’t tempt you to stay longer and have a cherry freeze pop?”

“Tempting.” You bumped your nose against his. “Don’t let Josie eat a whole one alone. She’ll be bouncing off the walls tonight and… I have plans.”

“Plans?” He arched a brow as you passed Sofía to him. 

“You know exactly what I’m thinking.” You smirked as you started to stand up, gesturing to him. “Have you looked in the mirror lately, babe?”

Javier laughed as he held onto both of Sofía’s hands to support her as she toddled in front of him on the blanket. “I look like a man whose razor went mysteriously missing.”

“It’s summer — only I have to suffer the blade.” You teased, leaning down to ruffle your fingers through his hair. “Who do I have to bribe to make this your year-round look?”

He grinned as he swatted your hand away. “You like unkempt?”

“I like you.” You winked at him, before you looked towards Josie — who was busily gathering buttercups. You loved that she still remembered that innocuous moment. She was so little back then. 

“I’ll make a note that you like it when I let it all go.”

“I particularly like it when you let your buttons go,” You smirked, trailing your fingers down the great expanse of bare skin leading down to the fourth button he had unbuttoned. “Try not to pick up any sexy dog walkers or hot moms.”

“You coming back with Stevie, then?” He shot back, “Cause there’s only one sexy dog walker and hot mom I want.”

You dramatically clutched at your chest, “The things you say that make me swoon, Javi.” You gave his hair a little tug, before you called out to Josie. 

“Are you leaving, mommy?” Josie questioned as she flopped down onto the blanket beside her father. 

“Unfortunately.” You frowned, “Are you going to be good for, daddy? Hold his hand when you’re crossing the street and please, please, help him with your sister.”

“I have buttercups!” She held her fist up to you. “Can we check her butter chin before you go?”

You knelt back down on the blanket, ushering Josie towards Javier as you brought a buttercup up under Sofía’s chin. “Look.”

“She likes butter, mommy! Daddy!” She threw her arms around your shoulders, hugging you tightly. 

“I know, baby doll.” You grinned, looking between her and Javier. You still couldn’t believe that Josie was a few months away from kindergarten. She was a big girl now. A whole five years old. 

Javier tilted his head to look at you, “Knock ‘em dead, baby.”

“You know it.” You leaned forward on your hands and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, “Don't wear yourself out. I’m going to take advantage of this long hair.” You nipped at his bottom lip, before you pulled back to kiss both of your babies and got up off the blanket. 

“Oh, wait,” You started, moving around behind him, leaning back down to drape your arms over his shoulders. “You need these.” You smirked as you carefully placed his aviators back on his face. “I’ll see you this evening.”

Javier curled his fingers around your arm, squeezing it three times. “Looking forward to it, baby.”

 ——

 The seminar went about as well as you expected it to. At least Monica had offered up her afternoon to help you administer the relevant materials and keep the session in order. Plus, it all went towards her internship with the department.

“Are you free to watch the girls tomorrow?” You questioned hopefully as you shuffled extra handouts back into an envelope.

“I’m actually heading up to stay with Nadia for the weekend.” Monica offered a slight smile. “Otherwise, I’d say yes.”

You sighed dramatically, “I mean sure… What could possibly be better? Your hot girlfriend or two rambunctious children?”

Monica pursed her lips, laughing as she feigned like she was considering. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the girls — but hot girlfriend is always going to be the right answer.”

You tsked, “Maybe I’m wanting a little alone time with my hot partner?”

She started laughing, “Oh God. Speaking of Javier. I had coffee yesterday with a couple of the girls from the major—“ Monica cut herself off with more laughter. “I guess they saw him at the park on Monday.”

You covered your face and groaned, “Was he doing something stupid?”

“No! He was pushing the girls on the swings.” Monica explained, “Needless to say, my classmates are officially obsessed with him.”

“I can’t blame them.”

“I was so uncomfortable.” Monica made a face. “I just wanted to scream ‘that is my father!’ at them.”

You grinned, “What were they saying?”

“I believe they referred to him as a ‘DILF’.”

“Is that dad I’d like to fu—“

“Don’t say it!”

“Well,” A slow smirk spread over your lips. “That’s exactly why I’m looking for a sitter. Cause they’re not wrong. He is a dad I’d very much like to fuck.” 

“Ugh. Gross.” Monica scrunched up her nose. “I just ate.” 

“Oh, and what are you and Nadia doing this weekend? Baking cookies?” You gave her an unamused look. 

“It’s bad enough when he comes to class with very obvious hickies.” She retorted, folding her arms across her chest. “There’s just some things I don’t want to know about.” 

You rolled your eyes, “If only you knew some of the things we get up to.”

She grimaced, sticking her fingers in her ears. “I’m not listening.” 

You laughed loudly, shaking your head as you stuffed the envelope into your briefcase. “Okay, but I really want to know what else these students were saying…”

She sighed heavily, “I tried to pretend I wasn’t listening.” Monica admitted to you, screwing up her face as she sat down in the chair across from your desk. “I think they just really enjoyed seeing him in something other than a suit. He’s kinda got a whole uniform thing when he’s teaching.”

You nodded, “He hates wearing suits and yet cannot be convinced to wear anything less than a suit for his lectures.” 

“Right?” Monica rolled her eyes. “I think he had that stupid Hawaiin shirt on. The one Steve got him.”

“Oh God, Javi…”

“I told you we should’ve burned it.”

“I tried.” You deadpanned. 

“Apparently,” Monica continued. “He hardly had it buttoned up, which really got their attention.” 

You bit down on your bottom lip, “It’s a really good look.” 

“I wouldn’t know.” She pursed her lips and widened her eyes dramatically. “It was bad enough that I had to go along with them. Calling Javier sexy is about the last thing I’d ever want to do. For so many reasons.” 

“I cannot wait to torment him about this tonight.” You snorted, storing your projector slides in the filing cabinet behind you. “DILF. The things that young people will come up with.” 

“There’s a reason his classes are made up of mostly women,” Monica pointed out. “However, I’m pretty sure there’s a couple guys who sign up in hopes that you’ll guest lecture more often.” 

“You know,” You started as you sat down behind your desk. “I’ve considered leaving all of this—” You gestured around your office. “And trying the whole teaching thing. But I don’t know if I’d be any good at it. It’s kinda Javi’s thing.”

“Uh,” Monica’s brows furrowed together. “You just spent three hours absolutely schooling a bunch of dumbass men who think they know all about narcotics because they watched Miami Vice with their parents. The university would be lucky to have you.” 

You shrugged, “Maybe. At least then I’d have more time with my family.” It was something to consider. Working for the Miami PD was only ever supposed to be a temporary thing, but somehow it had transitioned into a 9-5 job. 

It really killed you during the summertime when you just wanted to be home with Javi and the girls. 

Maybe you could convince the Murphys to watch the girls tomorrow. 

“Are you listening to me?”

“Hmm?” You arched a brow. “Shit, sorry.” 

“You were a million miles away.”

“More like five miles.” You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek. “All this discussion about a certain DILF and my mind… is not on work.” 

Monica rolled her eyes, “I can’t exactly blame you. I’ve been counting the hours until I can drive to Merritt Island.” 

“Honestly, you could leave now.” You told her, “I’ll sign your internship papers and fudge the hours.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up. “You’re the best.”

“Who am I to stand in the way of you getting a little action, Monica?” You grinned. “Have fun. Tell Nadia I said ‘hello’ please.” 

She stepped around your desk to hug you, before she grabbed her backpack and headed out of your office, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

The fact that his students were thirsting over him cracked you up. Javier was so staunchly serious about being a professor and he was entirely oblivious to the fact that he had a gaggle of students that would do just about anything for a good grade. Well, he knew it — given the situation that brought Monica into your lives — but you doubted he understood just how hot-for-teacher his students were. 

And in his current state? 

Summertime Javier was a whole different beast than the man he was during the academic year. Florida’s humidity had his shaggy hair curling at the nape of his neck and over his ears. He didn’t put an ounce of product in it, which meant it was frequently windswept and wild. Just begging for your fingers to play with it. 

You’d always loved his hair. You vividly remembered the first time you wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked — you had only known him for all of a month. 

And then there was his goddamn inability to button his shirts. He might leave the house with only the top two undone, but somehow, every evening, after a day at the park with the girls — he’d turn up with his buttons undone almost to his navel. Always with a sheen of sweat that made his golden skin that just screamed to be touched. 

Not to mention, he was actually relaxed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him this relaxed. Except maybe those two years when he stayed at home with Josie. He had been really good at being a stay-at-home father. 

When you put all of that together… he was a DILF. 

Now, what were you going to do to kill the next two hours of work? 

 ———

You were actually pretty surprised that you got home before Javier did. The girls were usually worn out by about two or three in the afternoon. He’d clearly been home — Stevie wasn’t dying to go out and she had a half-eaten bowl of kibble sitting in the kitchen. 

“Shi— Shoot.” Javier quickly corrected as he came through the front door with Sofía strapped to his chest and Josie hot on his heels. “I thought I’d beat you home.” 

“Is that pizza I smell?” You questioned as you kicked off your shoes by the sofa, walking towards him to take the pizza boxes out of his hands.  

He grinned at you, “Well, I figured since you had to work hard today, you deserved an easy evening.” 

“I mean, pizza is always the right choice,” You remarked, heading towards the kitchen. “But I appreciate the gesture.”

“Mommy,” Josie said as she followed after you. “Daddy let me eat a whole popsicle!”

“Kid, what did we talk about being a nark?” You arched a brow at her, before you knelt down to her height. “What else did daddy let you do?”

“JoJo, princesa, how dare you betray me?” Javier put on as he leaned against the counter, running his hand over Sofía’s back as she slept against his chest. Someone had clearly had herself a long day. 

“He let me walk Stevie all by myself.” Josie revealed to you, grinning from ear-to-ear. “But she’s strong.” 

“Which is why you’re only allowed to walk her with mommy or daddy.” You reminded her, scrunching up your nose as you took her hands into yours and examined them. “Even if you hadn’t ratted on your father, your hands are bright red Josie. Can you go wash them for me?”

“Okay!” She patted your hands in between hers, before she darted out of the kitchen — Stevie following after her. 

“Seems like you three had fun today,” You arched a brow at Javier as you stood back up, moving to grab paper plates out of the cabinet. “I guess summer is for breaking rules.” 

“She’s too good at getting what she wants.” Javier shook his head. “I think she burned most of the sugar out of her system.” 

“You better hope she did.” You gave him a pointed look, “Because I spent the last two hours thinking about—” You glanced down the hallway, ensuring that Josie was still running water in the bathroom, before you fixed Javier with a heated look. “— your cock.”

Javier swallowed thickly, going rather stiff as he stared back at you. “Is that so?”

You nodded your head slowly. “Mhm.” You turned your back to him then, opening up the pizza box and doling out slices for the two of you and Josie. “Babe, do you want pepperoni?” 

“You can’t just say shit like that and then switch gears on me, baby.” Javier complained, moving to join you at the kitchen island. 

“Oh, but I can.” You grinned, stepping around behind him and giving his ass a playful squeeze. “If I can give a seminar to seventy-odd students, while wishing I was at home sucking your cock… I think you can handle me asking you about pizza toppings.” 

He dragged his fingers through his hair, your eyes watching the path they took as he slid them back and rubbed at the back of his neck. “And what’s got you so worked up today, baby?” Javier questioned, opening up the second box of pizza and throwing a slice of pepperoni onto his plate. 

You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek, a slow grin spreading over your lips. “Same thing that’s got your students hot and bothered.”

He sputtered, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” You met his gaze, chuckling quietly. “Monica met up with some of your other students yesterday and apparently everyone was losing it over this.” You gestured over the length of him. “Something about an unbuttoned Hawaiin shirt and swinging the girls.” 

“And that makes them ‘hot and bothered’?” He seemed scandalized. 

“Never underestimate the appeal of a father with his children.” You gave him a pointed look, your eyes flickering downwards to your daughter who was still sound asleep, her little cheek pressed against his bare chest. “Not to mention, apparently DILF was thrown around.” 

“I don’t know what that is.” 

“It’s an anagram for ‘dad I’d like to f—’.” You faltered on the word as the water shut off in the bathroom and Josie reemerged, singing “I Won’t Say I’m in Love” at the top of her lungs.

“We came home and rewatched Hercules after you went to work.” Javier admitted with a short laugh, before he looked back at you. “I have so many questions about this anagram. Please tell Monica I never want to know who said it. Never gonna look them in the eyes again.” 

“All I know is that I am the only one who gets to be in on that action.” You said, biting down on your bottom lip as you raked your gaze over him.��

Javier’s tongue darted out over his bottom lip, “I’m… going to go put this one in her crib.”

You snorted, “You’re walking awfully stiff there, babe.” 

He flipped you off, just out of Josie’s line of view as she returned to the kitchen with Stevie. 

“Hey Josie,” You said as you knelt down in front of her. “We’re gonna eat in the family room tonight.” 

“Really?” She grinned brightly. “Can we watch TV?”

“You wanna watch Hercules and Xena?” It was almost as ridiculous as the live action series, but she loved it. And it put her to sleep nearly every time she sat down to watch it. 

You stood back up, ushering Josie into the family room. “Once daddy’s back, we’ll eat. Okay?” 

“Okay, mommy.” Josie told you, already entranced by the previews at the start of the tape. Instead of heading back into the kitchen, you headed down the hallway to the nursery just as Javier was emerging from the room. 

“Don’t worry, I fed her before we went to get the pizz—” Javier explained, but you weren’t really interested in talking. You had something else in mind.

You pushed him back against the wall, fingers delving into his hair as you hungrily slanted your mouth over his. A quiet moan escaped you as Javier ran his hand down your back, both of his hands moving to grab at your ass as you pressed close to him. 

With a brief scrape of your teeth over his bottom lip, you pulled out of his hold. “The second she’s asleep.” You warned him, sliding your hand over his exposed chest, before trailing it downwards and cupping the outline of his cock through his khaki shorts. 

“What’s got you all worked up today?” Javier questioned, catching your hand and pulling it away from his hardening erection. 

“There’s just something really hot about a man with his children.” You told him, meeting his gaze. “I’ve been waiting all week for this, Javi.” 

He flashed you a crooked grin, “Then I guess we better eat fast.” He leaned back down, brushing his lips over yours, just enough of a gesture to leave you burning for more. 

———

 As predicted, after inhaling two and a half pieces of pizza, Josie conked out on the sofa. Javier handled getting her bathed and put to bed, while you put the pizza away and made sure Sofía had a clean diaper and was settled for the evening.

Because you were not getting interrupted tonight. 

Somehow, in the haste of whisking Josie to bed, another button had come loose, leaving Javi’s stupid bright orange shirt held together by only two buttons. Your eyes lingered on the expanse of bare skin exposed to you — just calling out to you to trail kisses over it. 

“I turned the white noise machine on for JoJo.” Javier remarked as he shut the bedroom door behind him. “She played hard today, so I doubt a bomb could wake her up.” 

“Good.” You said with a smirk, rising up off the foot of the bed and moving towards him. “Leave it on.” You told him as he started working at the last buttons of his shirt. 

His brows rose upwards, a lazy grin playing over his lips. “What did you have in mind tonight, baby?” He questioned, tracing his fingers over your cheekbone, sliding them back to curl around the back of your neck. 

“You’re just going to have to trust me, Javi.” You whispered, surging up to press a needy kiss to his lips. Your tongue darted out, sliding between his lips as you sought out his own. A needy sound escaped the back of his throat as your lips parted for a breath. 

You stepped forward, urging him back against the door. “Do you trust me, Javi?” You breathed out, dragging your mouth away from his lips, leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw, down his throat. 

“Yes.” He practically growled as you left your mark at the crook of his neck. Your tongue soothing over the spot where your teeth had bit into his skin. You moved lower, leaving open-mouthed kisses over the tanned skin of his chest. You could taste the salty-tang of sweat on his skin and it only sought to fuel the burning need you felt.

He tasted like summertime. 

Your trailed lower, your tongue dipping out over his navel, before you knelt to your knees in front of him. “This is just the beginning.” You promised him, nimble fingers working to remove his khakis, followed swiftly by his boxers. 

“Baby—” 

“Shhh.” You urged as you looked up at him with a devious grin. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, Javi.” You told him as you curled your fingers around the base of his cock and dragged them over the length of his hardening erection. 

“Yeah?” He questioned, breathing heavily as he tangled his fingers into your hair. “Let me tell you what, baby… I think about your pretty little mouth all the time.” 

“I bet you do.” You shot back as you ran your thumb over the underside of his cock. Leaning forward, you swept your tongue over the head of his cock, lapping at the pre-cum as it leaked from him. You curled your fingers around the base of his cock, looking up at him from beneath your lashes as you wrapped your lips around the very tip of him. 

Javier’s fingers tightened in your hair, sending a shiver of desire down your spine as you took the length of his cock into your mouth. You released your hold on him, fingers trailing down to cup his balls gently as you moaned around his length as it pressed against the back of your throat. 

“Fuck.” Javier swore, his voice breaking as he continued. “I fucking love your mouth.” 

You pulled back, releasing his cock with a wet pop as you looked up at him. “Do you like that, Javi?” You taunted, running your hands over his thighs as you leaned towards him once more, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and swirling your tongue around it. “Come on, Javi.. You know you want to fuck my mouth. I know how much you love it.” You said as you scraped your fingernails over the soft skin of his inner thighs. 

Javier bit out a strained attempt at your name, his hand curling around the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair as he drew you forward as his hip moved to meet the motion. His cock slid past your lips, dragging heavily over your tongue as he worked it into your mouth. You swallowed around it every time it hit the back of your throat. 

Your jaw was going to kill you tomorrow and it was worth every second of this. 

The way he tenderly swept a tear from your cheek, stood in sharp contrast with the way he was roughly holding your head. And that combination of pain and pleasure made your cunt ache for something more. 

You slid your hand beneath the waistband of your sleep pants and underwear, fingers sweeping through your slick folds, teasing your clit before you used that same hand to fondle his balls. You could tell he was close — not only was he losing his pace, but you could see the tension in his thighs, the way his cock throbbed in your mouth. 

Right as you brought him to the very edge you stopped. You pried his hand off the back of your head and sat back on your legs. You watched his cock twitch as it hung untouched between you, glistening with your spit. 

“What the fuck?” Javier hissed out, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides as he slumped back against the door. 

“You said you trusted me.” You reminded him, panting a little as you tried to catch your breath. Your own arousal burned between your thighs and you shifted uncomfortably as your underwear clung to your slick folds. 

“I do.”

“Good.” You smiled up at him, leaning forward onto your knees as you brought yourself eye-level with his cock. You pursed your lips together, blowing a soft puff of air over the head of his cock. 

Javier groaned, “Are you just trying to torture me, baby?”

You shook your head, “Have I ever led you astray, Javi?”

“No.” 

“Then trust me.” You said lightly, brushing your thumb over the tip of his cock, before you loosely curled your fingers around it once more. You slowly pumped your fist over him, keeping your eyes on your face as you brought him towards the edge again.

This time, you didn’t stop. You watched his face as he came apart, lashes fluttering as he watched you in return. The sound he made — the guttural groan that slipped past his lips as he took in the sight of you, your tongue extended to catch him as he spilled. 

You pressed a tender kiss to the head of his cock, before you sat back and licked your lips. “Get on the bed.” You told him, wiping some of his come of your chin with your tongue before licking it clean. 

“Holy shit.” Javier breathed out as he dragged his hands over his face. “Fuck, baby. You gotta give me a second.” 

“You can take a second on the bed.” You repeated with a firmer tone, your brows raising expectedly. 

“Is that how we’re gonna play it tonight, baby?” He questioned as you rose back to your feet in front of him. 

“It is.” You quipped, dragging your hands up his chest as you pressed close to him. “If that’s what you want too.”

Javier scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, huffing quietly. “Of course I want that, baby.” He assured you as he lifted his hand to catch a smear of come you’d missed, wiping it off with his finger. You caught her hand and brought it to your lips, wrapping them around his finger. 

You released his finger with a smirk. Something sparked hot in his eyes a split second before his mouth was on yours. His teeth roughly caught your lip, before his lips slanted against your own. 

That was something you loved about Javier. He didn’t care where your mouth had been. He didn’t care if he could taste himself on your tongue. He kissed you just as thoroughly, just as desperately regardless of whether you’d just had your mouth on his cock. 

You grabbed at the font of his shirt, clinging to him as he guided your backwards towards the bed. You had, after all, told him to get on the bed. His hands worked at your sleep shorts, tearing them down your hips, followed in short order by your underwear. He laid you back against the bed, his hands skimming along your curves as he moved over you. 

“Javier.” You moaned against his mouth, your fingers raking through his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp as you played with the hair that had been driving you crazy. You pulled at it roughly, dragging his head back as he drew in a ragged breath. “On your back.” You ordered him, “Now.” 

Javier stole another kiss, his tongue invading your mouth in an all too-brief moment, before he rolled onto his back on the bed beside you. “Are you going to let me repay the favor, baby? Am I going to get to eat that delicious cunt of yours?”

You smirked at him triumphantly as you shed your tank top, tossing it aside. “Aren’t you a good boy.” You taunted, using the same tone he used with you when he said the same to you as you moved to straddle his chest.

He took the initiative to move beneath you, his hands curled around your thighs as you sat up on your knees to accommodate him “Fuck. Look at you.” Javier muttered as he drew his thumb over the seam of your sensitive lips, leaning up to drag his tongue between your folds. “Baby, you’re practically dripping for me.”

You reached down and slid your fingers into his hair, grabbing at it roughly. “You know I love your cock.” Your eyes rolled back in your head as his tongue flicked over your clit, a teasing touch before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked at it. Your entire core throbbed, fire burning through your lower belly. “Fuck!” 

Javier pulled back, “Gotta be quiet, baby. Or this is gonna all be over.” He squeezed your soft thighs. He met your gaze, his lips curling into a smirk as he looked up at you from between your thighs. “What?”

“You look good between my thighs.” You told him, tugging at his hair. Not to mention, you loved the scruff prickling against your inner thighs. “But you look even better when your tongue is—” He cut you off, causing a strangled sound to escape you as his mouth returned to your cunt. His hands grabbed at your hips, drawing you downwards. 

You grabbed at his hands, interlacing your fingers as your nails bit into the backs of his hands as his tongue worked into you. He created a tantalizing combination, his tongue thrusting into you, before he’d use just the tip to tease your clit. He ate pussy like a fucking champ. And really — was there anything better than looking down between your thighs and seeing that head of hair between them.

“Javi.” You moaned, a tremble going through your thighs as he increased the pressure he was doling out against your clit. “Oh God.” 

Javier’s grip on your hips tightened, holding you steady as you rocked downwards, grinding against his mouth. You let his hair slide through your fingers, before you tugged at it hard enough to earn a throaty groan from him — a sound that reverberated straight through you. 

You cried out as quietly as possible, your head thrown back as your release tore through you. It took you by surprise at first, a flutter spreading through you before it washed over you, your inner walls clenching around his tongue as he worked it back into you. 

And still he didn’t relent. He sucked at your clit, circling that little bundle of nerves until you were a trembling mess sitting astride his face. You kept one hand firmly twisted in his hair, as you reached behind you and curled your fingers around his cock. 

“Fuck.” Javier hissed out from between your thighs, drawing back for a brief second to catch his breath, before his mouth returned to exploring every sensitive spot he could discover. As if he didn’t have an intimate map of every inch of your body already. 

You shifted, dragging your cunt over his mouth as you worked your hand over his length. Every little sound he made went straight through you as he teased at your clit. You weren’t even certain if your first release had even stopped, before he sent you careening over the edge again. 

“I… I can’t—” You panted out, tugging sharply at his hair as you pulled away from his mouth. Javier’s lips were slick with your arousal, his mustache and scruff glistening with it as you looked down at him.

“Rendered you speechless, baby?” Javier questioned as you repositioned yourself above him so you could lean down to kiss him. He gingerly brushed your hair away from your clammy cheeks, tucking it behind your ears.

“Just a little.” You confirmed with a grin, bumping your nose against his as you brushed your lips over his. “This thing you keep doing… your shirt half-unbuttoned… is a very weird turn on.” You admitted to him, combing your fingers through his hair as you kept yourself nose-to-nose with him.

“Really?” 

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded. “I’ve always thought you were sexy, Javi… but this is a good look.” 

Javier tilted his head and kissed you again, “Maybe I’ll keep the look, just for you, baby.”

“Please.” You whispered, dragging your fingers through his hair slowly. 

He ran his hand down your spine, giving your ass a squeeze. “Anything you want.” Javier promised you. 

You grinned at him, planting another kiss on his lips before you sat back up. “Right now, I want to fuck you, Javi.” You told him as you reached behind you and curled your fingers around his cock, giving him a short pump. 

“After… tonight.” Javier drew in a ragged breath as he watched you rise up on your knees and position his cock between your thighs. 

“Hmm?” You questioned, licking your lips as you looked down at him. 

“I think it might be time for you to really… fuck me again.” He told you as he skimmed his hands over your thighs. 

Your eyes lit up, “Whenever you want me too, Javi.” God, you’d been wanting to pull the strap-on back out again, but you’d been waiting for him to initiate it. It wasn’t something you felt like you could just propose without making him feel pressured. And that was the last thing you wanted out of that situation. 

Javier ran one hand up over your stomach to grasp at your breast as you slowly started to sink down onto his cock, “But right now I want you to ride me, baby. Come on. I wanna feel you come on my cock.” 

You took the full length of his cock into your body, moaning as your hips met his, before you rose back up on your knees and repeated the action over again. One hand slid from your hip, slipping around to grab at your ass as you moved atop him. 

A moan slipped past your lips as you shifted the angle, arching back as you rolled your hips downwards, driving yourself onto his cock again and again. 

Javier’s slapped your ass lightly. Spurred on by the sound that escaped you, his hand fell against your ass with a little more force and you couldn’t help the way you clenched around his cock as you rolled downwards. 

“Fuck, you feel good Javi.” You panted out, grabbing at his thigh for support as you worked yourself onto him. “Touch me. Please.” You begged softly, your cunt fluttering once more as his thumb crazed your over-sensitive clit. 

“Baby, I’m close.” He warned you, his brows furrowed as he looked up at you. “Fuck. Come on, baby. Come on.” Javier drawled out. “Can you come for me? Wanna feel you.” His thumb worked hasty circles over your clit, trying to push you over the edge for a third time.

You were almost too sensitive. You were right on the edge, every nerve ending in your body practically humming with your impending release.

Javier stopped teasing you, grabbing at your hips to still you as you sat astride his cock. Both of your chests were heaving from the effort, his eyes blown wide with the sort of lust that made desire coil in your gut. “Get on your knees.” He told you, giving your hips three short squeezes.

Your thighs burned as you climbed off of him, rolling onto your stomach first before you gathered yourself onto your hands and knees before him. 

He stroked his hand over your lower back as he guided his cock to your center. You couldn’t help the groan that escaped you as his cock filled you again. And the near whine that followed as you sank forward on your arms as he all but railed into you.

His hips snapped against you, driving his cock right into that sweet spot within you again and again… until there was nothing left to do but come for him. Just like he’d told you to. Right on the heels of two earth-shattering releases, his cock hitting your G-spot with every thrust — you bit down on the comforter to keep from crying out as your release finally hit. 

Javier’s hands were everywhere. Gripping at your hips, running down your spine, slipping around to tease your throbbing clit as you came apart around his cock. “Oh, fuck baby—” He grunted out as you gushed for him, mere seconds before he spilled into you. You swore you could feel and hear your pulse, throughout your entire body. 

“I think you broke me.” You managed to get out, though your voice was muffled by the way you were laying face-down on the mattress. You nearly whimpered as Javier pulled out of you, your legs finally giving out on you.

“Shit, baby.” Javier murmured, mostly to himself because you were fairly certain you were dead. He ran his hands over the backs of your thighs. “Look at you.” He whispered, using his thumb to press his come back inside of you, before he moved to lay down on his back beside you on the bed. 

You turned your head slowly, your cheek pressed against the bed as you watched him stick his thumb in his mouth, flashing you a cocky grin. “Hey.” You smiled at him, eyes half-closed as you met his gaze. 

With a slight wince, he rolled onto his side — the one you knew was his bad shoulder — so he could face you. “Was that what you needed, baby?” He questioned, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. 

“Mmm.” You hummed thoughtfully, wiggling your hips as you felt his come starting to slide out of you, joining the noticeable damp spot you’d left on the bedding beneath you. “That’s what I wanted.” You corrected, “All I ever need is you.”  

Javier scooted closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled. “And because I love you so much… I called the Murphys. They’re down for taking the kids to the pool tomorrow so you can have a much deserved day off.” 

“What did I do to deserve you?”

You scrunched up your nose as you let him pull you towards him, draping yourself over his chest as he sank back flat onto the mattress. “I think we’re stuck together until we figure that one out.” 

He kissed your cheek. “Good, because I don’t know if there’s an answer.” 

“Stuck with you sounds like the best alternatively.” You giggled to yourself, before you added. “Who could complain about being stuck with a DILF?” 

Eventually, you’d both have to get up and sleep like normal people in bed. But this, right there — was perfect. 

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Do You Love the Color of the Sky

(pls don’t scroll it’s not that post)

AO3

Masterpost- Previous- Next

Summary: Not being able to see green must suck, but Patton pitied his soulmate more for being stuck with him.

Content Warning: Swearing, Food

Day 26 Queerplatonic Intruality, background Logince-  You can't see shades of your soulmate's eye color until you meet and look into each other's eyes for the first time.

Do you love the color of the sky?

Patton scrolled through the ridiculously long post and sighed. He liked most of them but the shades of blue always looked so dull. A lot of people reposted this particular picture set because it was the easiest way to tell what color eyes your soulmate has. Which led to a lot of bored scrolling.

If not for the lack of blue in his life, Patton would have assumed he didn't have a soulmate. It just didn't make sense to him as a concept. He loved all his friends and cared about the people he met in his day to day life, he didn’t feel like anything was particularly missing.

Other than the color blue, that is. He stared at his own green eyes and chuckled sadly. His poor soulmate had never seen summer leaves or blades of grass, probably never liked Luigi as a character, hated driving, and wouldn't recognize Patton's pride flags. Patton had learned about the aromantic spectrum and a lot of his feelings had clicked into place. Romance just wasn't his thing and he was happy. He did worry about disappointing his blue-eyed soulmate. How awful to be tied with someone who won't love you romantically.

Patton's best friend since middle school had managed to find his brown-eyed soulmate at a local cafe. Logan didn't say much but Patton could tell he was ecstatic under the calm exterior. And from the sound of it, Roman was quite the romantic which flustered Logan. Patton was happy for them, really.

"You know, Pat, I could try to set you up on a blind date," Patton looked up at Roman with confusion.

"Oh no, they're blind?" Patton couldn't imagine not being able to see at all.

"Why would you suggest that, Roman. His eyes are only green," Logan interjected from the kitchen where he was preparing dinner for his soulmate and friend. Roman had been the one who insisted on inviting Patton and this idea was probably the reason why.

"No, they aren't blind. A blind date is when you go on a date with someone you haven't met before. I could set everything up! I've got the perfect man in mind-" Roman started rambling excitedly.

"Don't tell me it's your brother," Logan scolded.

"It's my brother, but that's not the point!"

"Don't you think you've put Remus through enough humiliation?" Logan turned, shaking a wooden spoon at Roman menacingly.

"I mean, I doubt he's my soulmate and I'll probably disappoint him, but I'll meet your brother if he's okay with it," Patton fiddled with the napkin holder, trying to diffuse the argument by agreeing. What did he have to lose?

"Fantastic! I'll call him right now!" Roman jumped up from the table, phone in hand.

"Roman! Dinner's almost done, just leave it alone!" Logan called with an exasperated sigh, "sorry, Patton. He does this to everyone."

"It's fine, Lo. A low-pressure date might be nice?" Patton shrugged.

Roman had the whole date set up before dinner was even done. He decided the two would meet for a picnic at the local park that weekend. Patton didn’t even have to say a word and it was all planned out. Logan shook his head but gave his soulmate a small smile.

The day of the picnic arrived. Roman had done everything to get this set up for the two, excited at the possible connection for his brother and new friend. Patton just rolled with it, bringing a small cake he'd made to share.

He found the picnic and spotted Roman talking with a man who looked oddly similar and dissimilar to him at the same time. Patton figured they must be brothers and hesitated several yards away.

The man couldn't look any more different from Patton if he tried. His hair was dyed and Patton thought he spotted the glint of a piercing on his lip just under a trim mustache.  For some reason, he'd decided on a black and green mini skirt and fishnet stockings with a ripped My Chemical Romance shirt. It certainly contrasted with Patton's sky grey polo, grey cardigan, and khaki slacks.

Patton took a few deep breaths to try and remember that this wasn't likely to work and was mostly to humor Roman. He'd be nice to Remus. Maybe meet him again at a Christmas party where they both laugh at Roman's poor matchmaking. End of story.

Roman spotted him and waved Patton over, more excited than a puppy brought home from a shelter.

"Patton! Let me introduce you to Remus," Roman grabbed his wrist to yank him the rest of the way over, "I think you guys are really going to hit it off!"

Remus stared at the ground, looking embarrassed. Patton felt really bad as Roman must put him through this all the time. He offered a hand and a warm smile which he took but Remus wouldn't meet his eyes. He was fine with that.

"Alright, I'll leave you two alone to start building chemistry. Good luck!" with that Roman turned and left and Remus let out an exasperated sigh before sitting down on the blanket.

"You don't have to stay. I know he probably paid you or something," Remus muttered at Patton.

"No, I agreed to try, no bribes. I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you," Patton smiled sadly, kneeling down on the other side of the blanket.

"It's not you, Patton. It's him. He's obsessed with finding my soulmate ever since I told him…" Remus got very quiet, picking at one of the threads of his sock.

Patton urged him to continue, "you told him what?"

"That I'm ace. No one is ever gonna be happy with me so why try?" Remus picked up a rock and threw it hard, "he doesn't believe me and thinks I'm just giving up. I wish he'd just fucking listen to me!"

"Oh, is that all? Gosh, I'm sorry, Remus. I totally get it though! Have you asked him to stop putting you in uncomfortable situations?" Patton was so relieved he forgot that Remus wouldn't know why.

"Don't you think I've tried?? And yet here you are, probably telling yourself you can change me because all anyone would need to do is get in my pants- skirt- whatever and I'll change my tune! Right?" Remus glared at Patton who looked away quickly.

"N-no… I mean I actually get it. I'm aro and I hear a lot of similar stuff from people who don't get it," Patton explained himself softly.

Remus hit his forehead and flopped down onto his back, staring up at the sky, "oh! Oh, of course... I'm sorry for assuming, Patton."

"It's okay. Let's just enjoy this lunch and what I assume is a beautiful day," Patton laid down and stared at the sky, "is it cloudy today or is the sky actually blue?"

"Oh, it's a brilliant blue today, Pattycake. Have you never seen the blue sky?" Remus asked in amazement.

Patton chuckled, "nope, never seen it. My 'soulmate'-" he used finger quotes "-has blue eyes."

"Oh, well it's about the color of your shirt today," Remus grinned, "so I guess you know the difference between leaves and clouds, huh?"

"Green is a beautiful color," Patton smiled, "I hope someday you get to see it with someone who appreciates you for who you are, Remus."

"Thanks, Patton."

They both laid there in silence for a few minutes before Remus broke it, "so what do you think of horror movies?"

"Too scary to watch alone, but I'll watch with a friend," Patton smiled, "opinion on Bob Ross?"

"A treasure, but I wish he drew fewer happy trees and more sad ones," Remus grinned. They continued bouncing questions off of each other, a few starting heated debates as they ate the picnic and just talked.

It was wonderfully non-romantic. Patton felt understood for the first time in a long while.

Remus became more and more animated as their conversation drifted from movies and games to tattoos (Patton showed him a Spongebob tattoo on his ankle much to Remus' surprise) and careers. Patton was shocked to discover that Remus worked in daycare most days, something he would have never guessed from his attire.

"You like working with kids?" Patton asked cheerfully.

"I get to give them back to their parents at the end of the day and sleep like a rock," Remus laughed and took a bite of cake, "let me guess, you're a baker?"

"Not quite, I help run my parents' Mom and Pop diner and they stick me on dessert duty way too often," Patton happily patted his stomach, "I bet chasing all those kids burns about as many calories as I can bake in a day."

Remus snorted, "maybe I should stop by and find out some time."

"Yeah! I make the best cheesecake- if I'm being humble," Patton laughed.

"I love cheesecake! Can we go now?" Remus sat bolt upright with a large grin on his face.

"Don't we have to clean all this up or wait for Roman?" Patton asked, happy but a little nervous to make Logan’s soulmate upset with him.

"Oh come on!"

"I can always just make you one," Patton replied carefully.

"That would imply seeing you again," Remus smirked at him.

"You seemed to like the idea," Patton smiled hopefully, picking at the grass.

"I love that idea. You're so easy to hang out with, Pat. You really do get it, and I'm sure we could have lots of fun together," Patton looked up, tears in his eyes. He took off his glasses and wiped them with the sleeve of his cardigan before meeting Remus' gaze with a smile.

Something in the back of his head clicked. He watched as Remus blinked in confusion and started looking around wildly. Patton felt just as confused until he noticed the sky.

He fell back down on the blanket and stared up at the brilliant depths of blue in the cloudless sky. He could almost feel how far it stretched into the void of space and was utterly in awe, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes and down his ears. It was magnificent.

Patton lay there crying until his view was blocked by two navy blue eyes, sparkling with joy and streaming tears as well. Patton smiled and opened his arms for a hug which Remus gladly fell into.

Roman came back and found them in each other’s arms, laying on the blanket and talking about everything they couldn't tell anyone else before. Patton made sure later to tell him off for how he'd treated Remus but also thanked him for setting up the date.

They weren't dating. It was something different, but they were happy. And Patton really did love the color of the sky.

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[longitud-de-onda]

{un veneno} january: captivate

pairing; javier peña x female reader summary; the year is 1980. javier peña has been at the embassy in bogotá for a year when he meets you, fresh out of college and brand new to the country. rating; nc-17 warnings; smoking, masturbation word count; 2.4k a/n; so this is a passion project of mine, it will be 12 chapters, full of fluff, smut, warm tropical nights, and later on, a lot of angst. bonus; there’s a playlist for the series! check it out here on spotify or message me for apple music

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“Quero um–no, fuck–un paquete de cigarros?” you said to the shop attendant. Spanish was no easy task. It was a dumb decision to come here without any knowledge of the language, but you had assumed some university-level Portuguese would help. Apparently not, because the man behind the counter shot you a confused look as he pulled a pack from the shelves behind them. He understood, that was clear, but you didn’t know the words.

“Ella quiere unas Pielrojas porfa, con filtro,” said a voice behind you, “No esos malditos y caros Marlboros. Bueno, que sean dos y yo pago.”

“Señor Peña, ¿cómo vas?” the shopkeeper said, and you turned to look at this ‘Señor Peña.’

He was a bit taller than you, and more than a bit older. Tanned skin, tight pants, a pink shirt. A large pair of orange-tinted sunglasses masked his eyes.

“Muy bién, Roberto, ¿y cómo va tu esposa?” He said, and the shopkeeper laughed. You only caught a few words of the exchange and were unsure if you were getting your cigarettes.

You flew into Bogotá the day before and had just gotten settled at the hostel you’d be staying in for the next couple of weeks. It had been a solid three days since you’d had a smoke and you wanted to go to the park nearby and relax.

The man turned to you and began to speak with a rough but refreshingly familiar American accent, tinged with the light musicality of the Southern states, “I’m sorry ma’am for the interruption, but Roberto here was going to try to sell you the Marlboros, which are much to overpriced, and I couldn’t let a pretty little thing like you get ripped off like that.”

“Thank you? But I can handle myself,” you said.

“Obviously not, you sound like you’re confusing Portuguese for Spanish, which just won’t cut it here,” he said, turning to pay for the two boxes that Roberto placed on the counter.

He tossed you one pack, which you fumbled with, clutching it against your stomach to ensure it didn’t fall. He laughed.

“That right there’s a pack of Pielroja, it’s loosely packed, so I hope you don’t mind, but it’s cheaper, local, and ten times better,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said. As interesting as the guy was, you really wanted to leave for the park. Colombia wasn’t your first rodeo, but somehow every new country was exhausting between the 24th and 32nd hour marks.

“You’re welcome,” he said as you brushed by him and walked out the door.

Outside the shop, you paused to fish your lighter out of your bag.

“So what’s an American girl doing in Bogotá all alone?” The man was back, standing in front of you.

“You just don’t stop, do you?”

“Not really, no,” he grinned, leaning back against the building.

You opened the pack of cigarettes he bought you, lit one, and drew it to your lips.

“So, do you like it?” he was messing around with his own box and pulled out one. He held it out to you, silently asking for you to light it. You complied.

You weren’t sure if he was talking about cigarettes or Bogotá. “It’s nice. So far,” you said, exhaling smoke.

He laughed again, this time bringing a smile to your face. He had a nice laugh.

“You never answered me, what are you doing here?”

“Teaching English at an elementary school nearby, I start next week,” you said.

His eyebrows shot up, “How old are you? 20?”

“22.”

“What kind of 22-year-old wants to be a schoolteacher?” he said.

“Me, apparently,” you said, “But it’s not my career or anything. Graduated last May, I’ve been traveling and teaching English, got a gig here, whole school year, pays pretty well, I’m excited.”

“You’re crazy,” he said, “22, fresh out of college, your only experience out of the states was probably in Europe, and you’re gonna teach kids? In Colombia?”

“What’s wrong with a bit of crazy?” you said.

“What’s your name?” he asked, ignoring your question.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he said. You liked how he said your name. “I’m Javier.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, staring at him propped up against the building.

The top two buttons of his shirt were open, and a thin sheen of sweat lay over his chest and face. Something about the look with the broad mustache made him appear like he was stuck in ‘73. His smile was one of those that reached the eyes and spilled into those around him.

You exhaled carefully.

“So, what are you doing in Colombia?” you asked.

“I work for the American embassy,” he said. There was a pause as he waited for the impressed look on your face that never came.

“What is this then, a welcome package?” you asked, chuckling to yourself.

“It could be,” he pushed himself off the wall and took another drag, “But then again, you’re only 22.”

“What does that have to—oh.” You found yourself laughing again. Javier was the sort of guy that you’d probably slap in the face back in the USA. But here, with the cloud cover doing nothing to mask the heat and humidity, the smell of papaya and passion fruit wafting through the air, you were only amused.

“See you around, Y/N,” Javier said, and he walked down the sidewalk before turning a corner and disappearing.

Five days of getting to know hundreds of students in different classes during the first week of school, all while trying to develop lesson plans, left you lying in your hostel bed on a Friday night. You were alone in the room, the rest of the residents out partying, as per usual for a hostel in the middle of a city.

You would have loved to be out too, Colombian Rock and rum thrumming through your body, dancing with someone, going home with someone.

But you had spent too much energy this week and partying would have to wait. You had a year left in Bogotá, at least another 50 Friday nights. Lesson planning would let up once you got into a rhythm. And figured out a living situation.

One of the other teachers had offered her spare bedroom during February and a bit of March, but her daughter would be back in town after that, and you’d lose the space. The wait until you got your own space in February felt far away. March even further. But planning for that needed to happen sooner rather than later. The hostel bed was killing you, and you hated the drunk guys coming and going.

At least you knew you’d be alone for another hour. No one dared come back before midnight; if you were caught calling it an early night it was certain fodder for shame the next morning. At least, that was the way your roommates worked.

Still, to be safe, you closed the curtain, encapsulating yourself on your bed in the darkness. You closed your eyes and slipped one hand down your stomach, dipping under the waistband of your pants and into your underwear.

As your fingers brushed over your clit, you let out a small gasp, your free hand fisting into the sheets. The last time you had been touched was over a month ago, back during the cold December winter weather in Brussels. You worked your hand across your slit, telling yourself this had to be a one-time thing. You would go out, find a good hookup this week.

Your brain was overworking, shuddering in pleasure, and the man from last week flickered across your vision: Javier.

You imagined his chest, the open shirt leaving a trail right down his chest, glowing in the sun. You slipped a finger inside, gasping at the sensation.

He would probably take you to bed if you played your cards right. If you found him again. He seemed to have that kind of character. You remembered his last words to you, suggestive and sensual.

He was older, probably by a lot. You shouldn’t be thinking about him, but you wanted him to hold you in his arms, kiss your neck. You imagined how he’d taste, probably like cigarettes and whiskey.

The thought of his hands snaking down your waist, pulling you closer almost sent you over and you moved your fingers faster. His smile, snarky and self-obsessed as it was, had worked its way into your brain, and you wondered where he was now.

Did he remember you? Had he laid in bed like you were now, getting himself off to your name? And that image, flooding into your brain, as unrealistic as it was, caused you to almost scream out loud, your whole body spasming.

Finally relaxed, your body almost limp on the bed, you became aware of the layer of sweat that now covered your body, and made up your mind to take a shower. As soon as you recover. That was the best orgasm you had had in months. But where had those thoughts come from?

You had only seen Javier that one time, right outside the corner store, then tried and failed to shove him out of your mind. In the few minutes you had known him, you had decided he was an asshole who didn’t deserve your time, but the sort of asshole you could see yourself becoming good friends with.

If he was years younger, you could have imagined traveling with him, continuing your round-the-world travels with Javier would have been amazing. You had seen so many things during your six months in Europe and met so many people. Many of the backpackers at the youth hostels you stayed at traveled with others. Mostly, they were single, their companions just good fun and friendship for the journey.

You had long since imagined meeting someone on the road like they did, someone that would sweep you off your feet and set aside a year of their life to spend with you, hopping from country to country, odd job to odd job.

Javier’s shit-eating grin and verbal wit would stick in your mind long after you left Colombia. And here you were, getting off to him.

If he lived in Bogotá? Worked at the embassy, probably lived nearby? You’d probably see him again. And you’d have to look at him in the eye, the only thing running through your mind the memory of tonight.

You wanted to see him again. Wanted to have lunch and smoke with him. Wanted him to show you around. But after what you just did, you didn’t know if that was possible.

Sex was no stranger to you, the one night stands being a common figure in your life throughout college, but even you wouldn’t go for someone as old as him. You had standards. A guy his age was reserved for friendship. At least, that’s what you told yourself. Until now.

“God, I’m fucked,” you breathed out, sitting up and gathering your shower stuff before heading to the bathroom.

Javier had returned to the corner store every day for the past two weeks, hoping to catch a glimpse of you again. He was back today, 15:30, hopefully after school got out, he imagined, eyes scanning the store as he lingered by the refrigerators full of six-packs.

The bell rang as someone walked in and he looked up. You stood there, exhausted from a day of child-wrangling and his eyes lit up.

All you wanted was a bottle of something and a shitty candy bar. You were roaming the aisles, trying to settle between the foreign brands of chocolate when Javier approached.

“Y/N,” he said, causing you to startle as you looked up. A deep red blush began to blossom across your cheeks as you took him in. He was even better in person.

“Javier, what a coincidence, running into you here again,” that was a lie. You walked past four other stores just to come here, hoping he would be nearby.

“Yeah... a coincidence,” he said, reaching down to grab a candy bar. “This one’s the best, that is, if you like milk chocolate.”

“So two weeks later and all you’re still giving me local product recommendations? You should write for the newspaper,” you laughed, signaling you didn’t want the chocolate when he tried to hand it to you, “But you’d be wrong, because the only good chocolate is dark chocolate.”

“You like that bitter shit?” he said, still holding the bar in his hands.

You reached down for something that said 85% and figured that would be dark enough for you.

“Gross,” he said.

“You can leave,” you said.

You didn’t want him to leave.

“Do you want to go for a coffee?” he said. “You look exhausted.”

“Real good way to charm a woman,” it should have stung, but when Javier said it, you smiled.

“That, um, sounded bad, didn’t it?” his brow was furrowed and his smile was gone.

“Yeah, it did,” you kept smiling, hoping he would light up again. You wanted his excited face burnt into your memory. “So, what’s the best café around here?”

“Are you some kind of heathen who takes their coffee with no sugar or milk to go with your raw chocolate beans? If so, I have no suggestions because that’s disgusting.”

You laughed, loudly, with your whole body, “Unfortunately for you, I do. But if you give me a good café con leche I’ll drink it.”

“Good, because you’re not going to get away with that bar of chocolate and coffee with no add-ins.”

“I worry you have a sweet tooth and can’t appreciate good flavors,” you said. It was so easy to talk with him. He knew exactly what to say to keep you smiling as he leaned against the display like he owned the place.

“I don’t have a sweet tooth, you just like your food to hurt you,” he said, “Let’s go, there’s a good café down the block.”

He reached out to grab your hand and you almost lost it. His palm was soft and his grip firm.

Javier led you to the register where he flung his arm around your shoulders, “Roberto, te acuerdas de Y/N, ¿verdad?”

Roberto chuckled, ringing up your two chocolate bars, “Por supuesto.”

He leaned towards you and said, in broken English, “Careful. Señor Peña is crazy man, yes? He is flirt but he doesn’t mean it.”

Javier laughed, “No somos una pareja, Roberto, somos amigos. Solo amigos.”

You understood that part. You were friends. You grinned. After just ten minutes of talking over two weeks, Javier thought of you as a friend.

next: february: blossom

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine

Erik and Reader are best friends and Reader is the best freaky love for Erik but he doesn’t know how freaky she is. He finds out when he sees her at a heels class dancing to Beyoncé- Rocket.

“Deep down, everyone doubts themselves. Sometimes, I think I’m not good enough but at the end of the day I know I’m the fucking shit. I pray you quit overthinking, replaying failed scenarios, feeding self doubt & seeing the good in everyone but yourself you deserve more, ma.”

He passes Y/N the blunt, licking his full lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, and showing off his gold canines. Taking a puff of weed, Y/N watches Erik scratch the side of his defined torso over a tattoo that says Fuck Reality in that cursive lettering she loved to see. He yawns, blinking his sleepy eyes a few times before looking over at Y/N. She couldn’t help but look at his face.

“Make yourself a priority, Y/N. For real. Stop settling for these toxic lame ass niggas. When you meet a real nigga you gon’ realize you was never asking for too much.”

Y/N passed the blunt back to Erik while staring out of his bedroom window from his king sized bed. She knew her worth, she really did, but she always ended up going back to the same fuck boys.

“You’re too fine to be giving all your time and energy into him. Too fine. My bestfriend needs to know her worth. You looking at me like that but I’m being honest, shit, when was the last time you felt appreciated? When was the last time a nigga did something for you and didn’t expect something in return? Called to check up on you? Texted you back? Ate your pussy because he knows you had a rough week and you just need your pussy ate? Some good sex? When?”

Her carefree bestfriend with his tapered dreads and full beard and mustache. His sincere whiskey colored eyes and messy brows that he always talked with. Raising them, creasing them. He smooths a hand down his solid and sculpted chest before resting that hand over his abs. The gold rings on his fingers against his brown skin was just as beautiful as the sun setting before them.

“I can’t remember. I’m embarrassed to say,” Y/N finally speaks. She heaved a sigh, unzipping her velour pink hoodie, a white form-fitting shirt underneath, “I know I deserve more. Ugh, now I’m going to be single and lonely for Valentine’s.”

Erik sat up on his elbows, the hue of the sunset against his russet skin, “I’m your valentine now. i’ll be there at 10pm climbing through your bedroom window with flowers. Dahlias right? Cool, I’ll see you later tonight?” Erik gave Y/N a teasing smile. She knew he was trying to make her feel better but it didn’t change the fact that it sounded so...honest? Like he wanted to do and say that.

“Scary movies and chill? That romantic movie shit is played out. We can snuggle close with some popcorn with Freddy Kruger on the screen.”

“Your obsession with 80s slasher movies is amazing,” Y/N laughs, “Why must you mix Valentine’s with blood and gore, Erik?”

“Why not? Instead of bleeding your heart out because you’re heart broken, you can watch a heart actually bleeding out,” Erik chuckles before he ashes out the blunt in his ceramic ashtray that Y/N made for him with 4/20 carved into it.

“Should I dress up?” Y/N played along.

“Just keep those same straight backs in your hair and wear those little stripe linen shorts that make your ass look nice. Oh, and that mini white T-shirt that says Daddy on it in pink letters. Can’t forget the mix match ankle socks either.”

“You can wear a durag with a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. The ones you wear that’s all loose fitting on you because you refuse to wear a tighter one? Yeah, and a pair of Vans.”

“What time for our little date, ma?”

“8. And don’t be late either.”

“To a date with you? Never.”

“Okay, I have a question,” Y/N turns towards him, “what’s your idea of a perfect night with your girl?”

“Hmm,” Erik rolled his moistened lips in deep thought, “Dick rubs and intellectual conversations. Head in a comfortable bed. Falling asleep with my head laying on her crotch so I can just pull her panties to the side and eat her pussy. Honestly, give pleasure by just being there. We don’t even have to talk or fuck. Presence is just comforting.”

“That sounds amazing,” Y/N never had those things but that’s what her bestfriend likes? She wished she had that same treatment.

“Those chill, nice nights with someone you feel comfortable with.” Erik spoke in a low tone while twirling a single loc, “I crave that.”

“I know, ugh, me too, Erik,” Y/N laid back against the bed, “I have to go to class today.”

Erik gave her a questioning look, “What class?”

Y/N turned around to lay on her belly, “A heels class. Remember I was telling you that I started doing this like a month ago?”

“Shorty, I have other things going on with me right now I didn’t focus on that,” Erik gives her a sad look, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ve been working on a routine. I think I have it down. It’s gonna be real sexy.”

“Sexy? Who you tryna impress with this class?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N teased.

“Ah, man. That ain’t fair, ma. I’m your bestie.”

“You are but I don’t need to tell you my business,” Y/N rolls her eyes into her head.

“It’s cool, cuz I’m coming there with you.”

Y/N’s face flushed.

“What? I can’t come-“

“NO.”

She didn’t want Erik to watch her dance. Being surrounded by those women made her feel like she was in her room dancing in the mirror. They all connected because they related to each other. If Erik came there she would probably mess up her routine since he would definitely be watching her move. It was a heels choreography class and Erik is a man, he’s going to watch. Y/N wore either a pair of black high crotch panties with fishnets and a cropped t shirt or a form fitting leotard with black sheer stockings. Six inch heels on her feet with a skinny heel since she’s gotten better. Popping her ass and hitting splits to the music. Erik never saw her like that. What would he say and do when he did?

“It really ain’t that deep, ma,” Erik jokes because Y/N was spaced out, “I promise I won’t laugh at you. I don’t have shit else to do but sit around so let me come with you.”

Y/N pondered while staring down at her hands before heaving a sigh of defeat, “okay. You can come.”

“I knew you would say yes,” Erik gave her a half smirk, “You can’t tell me no even if you tried.”

“Don’t embarrass me in there, Erik,” Y/N spoke to him with a warning in her voice. She knew he could be silly and fuck with her but when she danced, it was her time to shine.

“Teh, girl, you really think I would do that?”

Erik got closer to Y/N, leaning on his elbows while his face got closer to hers, “I’ll be on the side lines cheering you on. I promise, okay?”

Y/N looked up into his eyes, giving Erik a weird look before turning away from him, “Okay.”

He was acting very...strange. Not like his usual self but Y/N could be overthinking it. She sat up on her knees, lifting off the bed to put her sneakers back on before picking up her velour jacket and her PINK gym bag that carried all of the things she needed for class.

“Put on a shirt and come on, Erik.” She picked up a shirt that was wrinkled and balled up on the floor before throwing it at him, “I’m not trying to be late!”

“Calm that shit the fuck down, Y/N. Don’t give me attitude before I really make you late for this class.”

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“You calm down yet?” Erik asks Y/N while following behind her to the dance studio that held her heels class. The closer they walked, the more Erik could hear the deep base to the sensual music that vibrates the walls. He’d sit back and watch a bunch of women shake their ass in heels. Erik looked at his bestfriend walking ahead of him as she lead the way with a sway of her hips. Those tantalizing hips. Erik looked up at the back of her head as if she had eyes back their and could see him checking her out. He couldn’t help himself. Like he said back in his room, she’s too fine.

“Are you going to behave?” She looked back at him over her shoulder with a brow raised, “Well? Are you?”

“Yes ma’am,” Erik said with a husky voice, “whatever you say.”

Y/N rolled her eyes before making a left turn, opening the double doors to a dimly lit studio with a pink neon sign of a woman in heels that read dance. A few chairs rested in the corner of the room, mirrors were placed on one side of the wall so that the ladies could watch themselves. A guy stood off to the side in deep conversation with a short plump girl about 5’ 3 dressed in a mesh leotard with red fishnets and heels. He was fumbling with a camcorder that Erik assumes is used to record the ladies do their routines. On the polished hardwood floor, directly in the middle, were all the ladies doing stretches. Some were down in a split stretching out their legs, others were bending over to touch their toes, stretching out their backs. Erik recognized the music. It sounded like Teyana Taylor & Kehlani- Morning.

“Okay, I gotta get myself changed, I’ll be back, alright?” Y/N spoke with a whisper to him.

“Yeah, I’ll be over here,” Erik pointed to a black chair with a leather cushion to sit on.

“Cool,” Y/N gave Erik a silly smile before walking away, waving to a few ladies as she made her way over to the dressing room. Erik rested his hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants that he wore. The wrinkled shirt wasn’t the shirt he had on. He was wearing a muscle tee with the sides cut really low, giving you a view of his muscles and scars along his ribs down to his hips. Black boots on his feet and gold around his neck and on his fingers. Erik scratches his scruffy facial hair while looking around the class. When he did this, eyes were on him, wondering who this handsome guy was that came with Y/N. He entertained their looks for a minute before taking his phone out of his pocket to scroll through pointless apps.

“Oooo, Y/N, what routine are we gonna start out with today, honey?” A tall mocha skinned girl with a large curly bush and a black catsuit on asked. Erik looked up at the mention of her name. His eyes seemed to widen and gawk at Y/N. Erik was in a state of stupor. Stupefied but mesmerized at the same time.

“I have something I’ve been working on all week but that can wait for tomorrow. I gotta have a guy to do the lap dance with. When is Montell coming back?”

“Girl, why use Montell when you can use him?” The tall chick pointed at Erik. Erik looks over at Y/N, watching her eyes grow wide.

“Erik? No,” Y/N laughs, “He’s just here to watch until I’m done.”

The chubby chick that was talking to the camera guy came over to intrude, “Isn’t that your boyfriend though?”

“No. He’s my bestfriend and he’s just going to watch.”

“Well, can I use him for my routine then? I put a little something something together to Ciara- Body Party and I need a nigga to pop this ass on. He so cute, Y/N. Hi bestfriend!” The pretty chubby girl waved at Erik who returned the wave with a smile on his full lips.

“He is cute. How can you just be friends with that?”

“Dominique,” Y/N was referring to the taller chick, “Erica,” She looked over at the short plump girl, “I’m using him for my routine.” Y/N spoke with finality. Wasn’t no chick in that class gonna put ass on him if it wasn’t her.

“Oh? Why the change of heart?” Dominique folded her arms while giving Y/N a sassy smile. Y/N didn’t say a word as she walked away, looking over at Erik before sticking her tongue out at him. He was in a fit of laughter, clutching his chest and everything.

Y/N was dressed in a black thong with sheer black stockings that had tiny rhinestones on it, a tiny black and gold wrap top that made her breast sit high and black stilettos on her feet. All that ass out and bouncing each time she walked. Erik knew his bestfriend has body but damn, he never saw her like this. Y/N was fumbling with a wall audio system that was installed to play throughout the studio. She found the song she wanted, pausing it, then grabbing a chair to bring in the center of the dance floor. The other ladies crowded around and the camera guy set up so that it was facing her. Y/N then walked over to Erik, a roll of her eyes while trying to fight a smile. She got down in front of him in a squat, talking closely with him. Erik leaned forward on his elbows to hear her.

“Okay, so I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that but,” She sighed, “I’m gonna need you for my routine.”

“Hmm,” Erik smirked, “What I gotta do?”

Y/N licked her lips, “All you gotta do is sit in that chair for me. You’ll be in that chair while I do all the work, alright?”

“Let me ask you something,” Erik narrowed his eyes, “Why did you change your mind so quick?”

Y/N rolled her eyes away from him before kissing her teeth, “You gonna do that for me, or what?”

“You ain’t off the hook, ma,” Erik stood up, while looking down at Y/N who was still in a squat position while staring up the valley of his body to connect with his eyes, “You gon’ tell me after this class.”

“Whatever,” Y/N finally got up, grabbing Erik’s hand with force, walking him to the middle of the dance floor. He wasn’t nervous one bit. He wanted to see what his bestie could do.

“Sit.” She instructed, earning oooo’s and ahhhh’s from the ladies around them. Erik raises his brows at her before taking his seat real slow, legs wide and one arm stretched over the back of the chair. He motioned with his head for Y/N to get started, his eyes intense and heated. Y/N motioned for one of the girls she started the class with to play her song.

Beyoncé- Rocket began to play.

Let me sit this ass

On you

Y/N sat down real slow on Erik while looking back at him. She wound her hips, back arching and ass moving up the length of his crotch nice and gently. She did a spin on his lap, her leg going up and over his head so she could straddle him. Her hands grabbed at his shoulders before pulling on his shirt to bring him closer to her. She made him watch her while her hips moved over him. Erik has to hold onto the sides of the chair.

Show you how I feel

Let me take this off

Will you watch me

Yes, mass appeal

Don't take your eyes

Don't take your eyes off it

Watch it, babe

If you like

You can touch me baby

Do you

Do you wanna touch me baby, ooh

Grab a hold, don't let go

Let me know

That you

Ready (ready)

Erik looked at her with eyes so deeply filled with desire there was no denying his attraction to his bestfriend. Y/N held those eyes with her low ones, before grabbing his jaw to tease him. She almost touched his lips with hers but she pulled away before Erik could even get a taste.

I just wanna show you now

Slow it down

Go around

You rock hard

Y/N stood up, getting down on her knees in front of Erik while running a hand from his chest down to his crotch that was indeed rock hard.

I rock steady

She bounced up and down in a squat to demonstrate how steady she would rock on that hard dick. A few chicks wolf whistled at that, cheering her on.

And rock right up to the side of my mountain

Climb until you reach my peak baby, peak babe, peak

And reach right into the bottom of my fountain

Y/N pats her kitty kat to indicate where that fountain he needed to find was.

I wanna play in your deep baby, your deep baby, deep

Then dip me under where you can feel my river flowing and flow

Y/N went back on the floor, her legs coming all the way up to rest on each side of her head. She was open like the peace sign. Her hands ran up her body, eyes still on Erik to show him that she was nothing to play with. He gave her a sly smirk that showed off a single dimple. So this how she got down? She danced all freaky like this? Showing him where she wanted him to go with his hardness?

Hold me 'til I scream for air to breathe

She grabs her neck, body arching from the floor. Erik could feel his dick growing stiffer.

And wash me over until my well runs dry

Send all your sins all over me, babe, me baby, me

Rock it…

Y/N got up from the floor, swaying her hips. She stared into the camera, moving in those heels like she was wearing a pair of sneakers. Erik didn’t know she was this flexible. When she arched her back to pop her ass, getting into a split stance while running her hand on her crotch he wanted to lift from that chair, pick her up, and hold the back of her neck while making her pop her ass on his hard crotch. He had to have restraint because this is her routine but FUCKKK, was it hard.

Rock it 'til waterfalls

Rock it 'til waterfalls

Rock it 'til waterfalls

Bathe in these waterfalls

She grinned her hips into the floor before bringing her legs up from behind, her heels almost touching the back of her head before rolling over to lift a single leg in the air, grinding her hips forward. She was showing him what that body could do. She was showing him exactly how freaky his bestfriend could be.

I do it like it's my profession

I gotta make a confession

I'm proud of all this bass

When you put it in your face

She stood, arching forward, and grabbing her ankles while looking back at Erik. Her ass popped and swayed from side to side.

By the way, if you need a personal trainer or a therapist

I can be a piece of sunshine, inner peace, entertainer

Anything else that you may read between the lines

You and I create rockets and waterfalls

“YES HUNTY!” One of them yelled out while snapping their fingers.

“THATS IT Y/N!”

Erik nods his head in approval. He found himself rocking to the beat while tapping a single foot and grinding his hips in the chair. She rode that song with so much ease. Beyoncé’s voice mixed with her sensual moves had everyone in that room watching in complete silence now. The song played on and then that’s when it became really intense...

I can't help but love the way we make love

Daddy, daddy

Ooh child, ooh now

Yes, Lord, damn baby

She was going crazy. Popping her ass, arching her back, looking at Erik with her mouth hanging open. Swinging her head from side to side, running her hands over her breasts before jiggling them. That continuous Daddy, Daddy, has Erik losing his mind. The self control was unraveling.

You driving me cray, cray, yeah

You ain't right for doing it to me like that daddy

Y/N crawled towards him. She was staring at him like she wanted to rip his clothes off and show some attention to the hard dick that she felt growing in his pants. When she made it over to him, she got into a handstand, her legs widening into a split, before descending back on him, her legs wrapping around his waist while Erik pulled her forward with his hands on her hips.

Even though

I've been a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad girl

Y/N bends her body back while grinding on him so hard and forceful that Erik couldn’t help but to grind up into her on that chair. His hips were lifting from the chair.

Tell me what you're gonna do about that

He wanted to do something right fucking now. Y/N was driving him crazy. His growls and moans were trapped in his throat because of everyone surrounding him.

Punish me please

Punish me please

Daddy what you're going to do with all of this

Ass

Y/N turns around, her ass rubbing along his chest. Erik moves his hands down her back before slapping her ass, causing Y/N to gasp and everyone around them to cheer and clap.

All up in your face, yeah

Hell yeah

Love me so deep

Ooh my shit's so good it ain't even right

This shit wasn’t fair. She bounced on his lap in a continuous rhythm to the freaky beat. Since she wanted to give him a little lap dance to this beat she was definitely going to fuck him to this song. Bestie or not.

I know I'm right

Hell yeah you the shit

That's why you're my equivalent

So sexy

To Erik’s disappointment, Y/N got up from his lap, circling him in the chair before standing behind him. She lowered her arms over his shoulders from behind, taking her fingers to drag his muscle tee up to reveal his chiseled body. Abs flexed, skin so smooth even with the raised scars, her nails clawing lightly at his ripped abs all the way up to his chest. Her lips lightly touched the side of neck, giving him a lick there while the song faded out. The room erupted with applause at her routine. Y/N wrapped her arms around Erik’s neck, rocking him back and forth with a big smile on her face. Erik grabs her arms, holding them with a grin on his lips. Y/N did her thing.

“Girllllllllllll,” Dominique shouted while coming over to hug Y/N, “You had your bestfriend ready to hop off this chair and handle you, girl.”

“Oh? Really?” Y/N spoke into Erik’s ear before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “I’m sorry I put this ass on you and you couldn’t do anything about it.”

Erik clenched his jaw. She only fueled him more.

“Nothing to say? Hmm?” She dragged on.

Erik looked up at her with a tilt of his head. She knew those hard domineering eyes meant one thing and one thing only: she was going to get it for sure. He had something for her after this class.

[kneamet]

Angel of cards (10/16)

Trigger Warning: no.

Summary: Joker, Mr. J, anarchist psychopath, Tom Hiddleston. He had many nicknames. Joker was Gotham’s most dangerous and insightful man, with sharp makeup and horribly memorable scars on his face in the form of a smile. He was absolutely crazy and deadly. No one knows his real identity and everyone is afraid of his cruel jokes. But what happens when he becomes obsessed with an ordinary girl?

She belongs to him. No one can take her away from him. Even The Batman.

Chapter ten: Regrets

"Remember, honey, it's very dangerous in Gotham. Maybe you should have stayed in New York, Blake." a handsome man was talking, tucking his crisp white shirt into his black jeans and shouldering the phone he was using.

On the line, the girl chuckled.

"Uncle Harvey," she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. The man rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly. "I'm an adult now and I can make my own decisions, you know. By the way, can I stay with you?" Harvey smiled. What a cheeky niece he has.

"Harvey, are you coming soon?" a pretty woman shouted, peering out of the aisle. She was already fully dressed: a dark pink T-shirt that clung to her figure and blue, slightly frayed jeans. "Your niece has already arrived and is waiting for us. You said you didn't want to be late," she rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes, now, Rachel," the man said to the woman, buttoning the last black button. Harvey shifted the phone to his big, strong hand as he left the room and turned off the door. "We have already talked about this topic. Until you find a place to live and can fully support yourself, you'll be staying with Rachel and me. All right, bye, " he said, watching his girlfriend's mocking face. He hung up and smiled at Rachel, who was waiting for him outside the door, looking extremely unhappy but very cheerful.

***

"Here you go, Harvey. Have some strong coffee, " said the Gotham Police Commissioner, a dashing detective named Jim Gordon. He handed Harvey a cup of coffee, which Dent immediately accepted and scratched under his nose, lightly brushing his dark gray mustache.

James didn't particularly like seeing Harvey in this position. He was a very strong man who had virtually no weaknesses, yet was so easily broken.

He suddenly fixed his gaze on the dark sky, stopping looking at Harvey. His thoughts were full of thoughts of the lost one. About Harvey Dent's niece. He didn't really remember her, since they rarely saw each other, except when she was about eight and he was just starting out as a cop. Ah, there were times, he sighed, adjusting his glasses. He was young then, and she was still a child.

"She's my only relative," a male voice whispered softly, and Gordon turned his attention to him. He looked down, raising his hands and starting to play with them.

He had nothing to say. They were trying to find Dent's niece, but they were starting to give up. It's already the second day, and they don't have any notes, except for the video from the bank and the Joker's appeal. They are helpless in this matter.

The Joker is too powerful.

"I tried to protect her. He said she shouldn't fly back to Gotham, that she should stay in New York and get a job there, and forget her old town," Harvey looked up at Jim and gave a little shrug. His eyes were fixed on nothing. He couldn't think of anything but Blake. It was sickening.

James clenched his hands into fists and sat down in the second chair, which was next to the one where Harvey was sitting, and looked down. He had nothing to say but the usual encouragement, but even then he was powerless.

"We'll try to do something about it. We'll try to stop the Joker and help Blake. He looked up at Dent, who was clutching an already empty red automatic coffee cup. He made an unpleasant sound as he hesitated, and Gordon only bit his lip as he swallowed.

The commissioner could see Harvey's hatred for everything that was going on. He saw his unbearable desire to save everyone, and especially to protect his relatives. It was very true.

"Will you try to do something? Try it?!" Harvey growled, standing up from the hard black chair and tossing the cup to the side, not even paying attention to it. He didn't want to raise his voice too much right now, but it was necessary. What the fuck is he talking about?

"Harvey..." Jim tried to calm him down, raising his hands at chest level and trying to touch Harvey's broad shoulders, but he just kept towering over the policeman and clenching his hands tightly into fists. He pressed his lips into a thin line, exhaling loudly.

"You should start investigating this case right now and try to find my niece!" shouted Dent loudly, pointing his index finger at Gordon's chest, who was standing there with a very confused look on his face.

***

"Uncle Harvey!" a voice Dent recognized shouted in the distance, and he raised his head from the ground and looked for his niece in the crowd. There were a lot of people, but it was her. Suddenly, he felt as if someone had bumped into him. He looked down and saw his niece. Wow, she's grown up.

"Blake," he whispered softly, wrapping his arms around his only relative and squeezing her tight and warm, not even paying attention to what was now a very, very, hug. Oh, it's been so long since they've seen each other.

He raised his head, still holding the girl in his arms, and looked at Rachel, who was looking at the family meeting with a warm smile. He smiled at her and looked down, resting his head on the top of Blake's head.

"I missed you."

"And me."

***

"What should I do?" Bruce whispered softly to himself in the privacy of his private room. He ran a hand through his smooth and combed hair and only sighed meekly.

The man ran his hands through his hair, lowering his head down. He had to do something fast, or Blake would get hurt. It will suffer greatly. What should I do?

He had known her for a long time. Probably since childhood. He was twenty and a half when they first met, but she was a very interesting child. He hadn't known Harvey at the time, but he'd seen a lot of his brother, who worked for his company.

He sighed softly and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows. He saw the dark night of Gotham. Soon Batman will have to go to his post, not even counting the fact that his suit hasn't been completely repaired.

He liked Blake. She was fun and you could talk to her about all the topics that are possible. However, Harvey didn't particularly like the fact that they were communicating, but despite his protests, they were still able to communicate.

Bruce chuckled and put his head down again, putting his hands in his lap and getting up. Now he will play the role of Batman. Wayne clenched his hand into a fist. It's time to do justice.