#I will accidentally overthink and then ruin a part I do like

[luna-azzurra]

How to Write a Confession of Love

Build the Emotional Tension Before the big confession, let the tension simmer between the characters. Maybe they share little glances across the room, or their hands brush accidentally but neither pulls away. Every shared laugh or lingering look should leave the reader wondering “Is this it?” When the confession finally happens, it’ll feel like the natural next step, as if both characters have been teetering on the edge of admitting their feelings for a while.

Inner Turmoil Leading Up to the Moment No one’s ever totally confident before saying, “I like you,” or “I love you.” Show the character’s inner freak-out. Maybe they’re wondering if they’re about to ruin everything, or if the other person feels the same. Let them overthink every detail, what if they mess it up? What if they say the wrong thing? This nervousness is super relatable and makes the confession way more intense and vulnerable.

Choose the Right Setting Where the confession happens can completely change the vibe. If it’s somewhere quiet and personal, like on the roof under the stars or sitting close on a couch, it adds a sense of intimacy. But maybe it’s in the middle of a party or a chaotic situation, where emotions are running high and everything’s on the line. The setting should fit the emotions—are they scared? Excited? Confused? Let the environment match their energy.

Don’t Make It Perfect Real life is messy, and confessions of love are no different. Maybe the character fumbles their words, says something awkward, or has to start over. Maybe they get interrupted, or they laugh nervously halfway through. These imperfections make the moment feel real. It’s not about saying the perfect words, it’s about what’s in their heart. Let the raw, unpolished feelings shine through.

Balance Between Show and Tell Obviously, they’re going to say something like “I love you” or “I can’t stop thinking about you,” but actions and body language speak just as loudly. Maybe their voice cracks, they shift closer without realizing it, or they can’t seem to meet the other person’s eyes. Maybe their hands are shaking, or their heart is pounding so loud they can’t hear anything else. Let those little details paint the full picture of how much this confession means.

The Other Person’s Reaction It’s not just about the person confessing, the other person’s reaction is a huge part of the scene. Are they completely shocked? Do they hesitate, or respond right away? Do they get teary-eyed or try to play it cool? The way they react adds layers to the moment. Even a pause before answering can make the scene ten times more intense. Their response shows how much they’ve been waiting for or dreading this confession too.

In short, make it messy, emotional, and real. Readers want to feel the build-up, the fear, the excitement, and the vulnerability of both characters. Don’t be afraid to make things a little awkward or imperfect, that’s what makes a confession unforgettable.

[noproofread]

The Boy Who Could Fly

"I guess I never should've loved you. But I'll do forever 'cause you loved me"

inspired and influenced by a pierce the veil song of the same name (the first of many fics inspired by their music)

angsty, fluffy, drinking. reader is sad about one sided feelings, drinks a little too much and accidentally reveals thoughts.

cw / tw: implied thoughts of suicide

word count: 1,508

masterlist here

btw if anyone wants me to tag them in my work pls let me know :)

The night was dark, only illuminated by the light emanating from the stars and the moon. A cool breeze blew through you, goosebumps formed down your arms and you instinctively wrapped your own arms around yourself to gather warmth as you walked. Your captain offered you the bottle of liquor he was holding, stating that it would warm you up. You took it in your hand, feeling the heat dissipating from your body for a moment as you took a swig from the bottle. The bitter yet sweet taste of the liquor coated your tongue as it passed down your throat. You winced as it went down. He was right, the warmth started in your chest and it enveloped your body slowly. You took a couple more swigs before handing the bottle back to your captain. His fingers brushed against yours briefly as he took the bottle back, chuckling. A blush crept on your cheeks as you looked at him, hoping he would associate the red color on your face to the alcohol and not him. Although you would never say anything, you loved your captain. You were sure the crew knew, you were never good at hiding your emotions. Your face always gave you away. You were not sure he knew. He never acknowledged it, never commented on it, never joked about it. As far as you were aware, there was not a chance that he could ever reciprocate your feelings. It hurt but you tried to move past it. He was your captain, and that’s all he would be.

Only this night felt different. He felt kinder, closer somehow. He looked at you, his face flushed due to the liquor and the cool breeze. “Everything okay?” He questioned. His eyes met yours, yet they seemed hollow. Like part of him was there and the other part was too intoxicated to focus. You grabbed the bottle from his hand, drinking the remnants of it. He chuckled at your actions, unaware that you did it in order to wash away the knot you felt forming in your throat. ���All good” You said. Law wrapped an arm around you as his chuckle turned into a laugh. Your heart pounded in your chest so hard you felt it in your ears. You heard nothing but the sound of the waves, the seagulls, and your captain’s drunken laugh. You reached for his hand, his hand that was draped around your neck and hanging over your shoulder. You grabbed it. Much to your surprise, he did not pull away. Your mind had a million thoughts racing through it, you kept telling yourself not to overthink. You could try other gestures to verify if he felt the same way you felt but you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to ruin the seemingly perfect relationship you had with him.

The walk was cut short as you reached the hotel your crew was staying in. Law retracted his arm and took a couple steps back. You felt the absence of his heat as the cool air hit your skin once again. He looked at you, smiling. You smiled back, completely forgetting the sadness that surrounded your feelings for him. “Do you want me to walk you to your room? You didn’t drink much but you are a known lightweight.” As the words left his lips you felt the effects of the alcohol take control of your being. Suddenly, as if on command, your legs felt wobbly and your face numb. Your vision became slightly blurry and you felt heavy. You nodded yes as you leaned towards your captain, prompting him to catch you. You body flushed against him, you felt him chuckle. Law grabbed your arm, throwing it around his neck as he supported you. His right hand placed on your hip as he guided you down the small hallway to your room. You had never been so physically close to him.

He opened the door to your room. “Can you walk in on your own?” He asked in a hushed voice. You were so close to him you felt his breath in your ear and chills ran through your body. You shook your head no. “Carry me.” You replied. If liquor was good for anything, it was silencing your mind. The filter you had that kept you from saying every first thought you had out loud was temporarily gone. Law laughed softly, letting go of your hip as he bent down and picked you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you into your room. “You’re so attractive Captain.” The words fell from your lips with a slight slur. You could hear yourself but you could not stop yourself. He said nothing as he let you down on your bed. “I keep pretending that I don’t have feelings for you but I have soooo many feelings.” You extended your arms outward, emphasizing the “so” as you collapsed onto your bed. Law simply draped a blanket over you. He felt himself sobering up the more you confessed. “I know you don’t love me, and that’s okay.” You continued. Your voice flowed out of you like a pond connected to the ocean. There was no stopping it now, you were not conscious enough to stop it. You grabbed Law’s hand, preventing him from walking out of the room. “Just know that when I die, I’ll be happy knowing that you cared for me at least as a crewmate.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes, you took a deep breath in an attempt to hold them back.

Law looked at you with concern, but didn’t interrupt you. “I have thought of what your life would be like if I was gone. It probably wouldn't change much but I can never do it because I want to see you everyday. It’s selfish but it’s true” The tears you were holding back began to fall without your consent. Law bit his lip, watching you break in front of him. He cupped your face and wiped away your tears with his thumb. He looked into your eyes as you hiccupped for air. You noticed how the light from the window behind you reflected in his eyes, making them sparkle. Water gathered around his yellow eyes, making them appear like stained glass. They were beautiful. He took a deep breath. “Get some rest, we’ll talk in the morning.” His voice was low and soft as he cradled your head and laid you down on your bed. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep as you felt the room spin around you.

You awoke to the sun peeking through your window, hitting your face. You slowly sat up, squinting your eyes as you began to feel every part of your body. You became aware of the pounding in your head as your eyes began to open fully and focused on your surroundings. You saw Law sitting on the couch in the corner of your room. A sudden flux of anxiety hit you as you remembered what you said the night prior. He was looking out the window before he noticed you were awake. He got up and walked towards you quietly. His face was serious, much like it is most of the time. You looked down at your hands that were gripping the blanket. He sat on your bed and placed his hands on yours. “Look at me,” he whispered. You did. “You remember what you told me?” He asked, his eyes fixated on yours. Your body felt hot as your heartbeat quickened. You nodded yes.

“You said I didn’t love you. That isn’t true.” Your eyes widened, a deep blush washing over your cheeks. “You said my life wouldn’t change if you were gone. That isn’t true.” He continued, squeezing your hands and pulling them close to his chest allowing you to feel the beating of his heart. It was beating almost as fast as yours. “You said you were selfish. That isn’t true.” He scooted closer to you, taking one hand and placing it on your cheek. His thumb caressed you as he looked into your eyes. “I need you to know that you make me a better captain. A better person.” His tone was gentle and a smile tugged at his lips. “I’d be nothing without you.” Your mouth opened slightly in disbelief at what you were hearing. You were so convinced that he would never feel this way, and here he was telling you the opposite. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and pulled you in for a hug. The kind of hug that enveloped your whole body and was not broken until you were ready to let go. And when you were ready, you pulled away. Tears pricked at your eyes as you smiled. They were happy tears. He wiped your tears away and smiled at you. “Let’s cure that hangover of yours” Law spoke softly, grabbing your hands once more and giving them a small squeeze.

[lazlolullaby]

Angel Island Guardians Wachowski pt 2: Movie changes

tldr: Sonic Unleashed based universe where Mobians, Chao, Humans + sacred creatures just exist. Like real life except there's Mobians just chilling on the streets + in the history books.

This is my sandbox, please sit and enjoy. Incorporating video game/TV show lore in broad strokes, just take what you want.

Part 1 - backstory (there)

Part 2 - movie edits (here)

Movie 1 is still about Tom and Sonic.

Something something parallels of Tom keeping the Chao Garden a secret + Sonic keeping his speed powers secret and then both deciding to share them with others so they can breathe.

Opening scene with Sonic and Tom is changed, instead of the speed trap and Sonic sneaking around, it's Sonic and Tails running around to find the "Chao Garden". And then the big shot of Angel Island floating through the trees. Tails can fly up there, Sonic looks both ways before trying to run up the sheer cliff. He almost makes it, but then is stuck clinging to the side of the rock face. Sonic can't reach any other foot holds, can't cling on, starts to yell for help. Then a rope drops down with a carabiner on it. Tom pulls Sonic up to the top of the cliff. Tails finds them. They all sit down and enjoy the sunrise.

Tom says he's going to be leaving soon for San Francisco, going to try city living with his sister-in-law for a few months for a life change. (also background implications of Rachel's ex-husband took the car in the divorce and she needs some help getting her life back in order, even if the help comes from someone she dislikes.)

Sonic says he's fine, but later he has a panic attack and causes a local blackout. Tom tells Wade exactly what to do to do emergency generator, but Wade is like, "I'm going to do one better" and calls the Government on the town to do a full power system check.

They send Robotnik and he is very intense and scary. Robotnik is very desperate for energy - no matter how many lives he ruins he wants to have power for his plans to take over the world. Just because he's smart he should be ultimate dictator. Agent Stone is also there and is still simping.

Sonic overthinks and thinks they're here to find him and take him away. So he tries to use a Ring, but he accidentally leaves them on the San Francisco building.

Sonic runs, finds Tom's car on the road and hides in it, making like, "I stowed away so we can have a last hurrah before you leave~" but Robotnik was able to find the energy surge/the shoe prints from running and follow Sonic.

Sonic saves Tom from the Egg Drones with speed powers and gets hurt.

Tom takes him to Maddie, Sonic gets healed, but is very worried about Tom and Maddie knowing about his speed powers. He wants to come clean, so;

Sonic starts, "I have something to tell you - about myself."

Tom is like, "wait is this about the speed powers?"

"YOU KNEW?"

"I saw you running like the wind when we first met in the Chao Garden. I thought you just slowed down for your friends."

but also a quieter moment:

"Cream can fly, that's a superpower. Tails has two tails and took apart the TV once. That's dangerous. Amy can hit targets blindfolded, she's powerful. You love them. Why can't you be yourself."

"It's different."

"How?"

"It just is."

Meanwhile Tails goes to Robotniks lab and looks at the machines and formulas. Tails corrects Eggman's math and Agent Stone gently picks him up and kicks him out.

Things line up the same as the movie at this point.

Sonic, Tom and Maddie get Sonic's rings, Eggman attacks, Sonic runs and fights Eggman. Amy picks up a hammer and gets a hit in, the Mobians + people of Green Hills protect Sonic.

Everything else is the same except the Mushroom Planet is actually the Mushroom Zone. A vast uninhabited Island where the only people that visit are researchers for a few months at a time. (Like Antarctica.).

End credit scene of Tom dropping off his cop badge at the precinct and bothering the park rangers for a spot. Maddie had 2 cakes made in case the park rangers rejected him.

Movie 2 is more about Maddie + Rachel + Knuckles~

Something something Maddie, Rachel and Knuckles were all raised to be Guardians of the Master Emerald, given a task that was bigger than them that defines them, that could crush them if they weren't careful. (we have to earn the Mom Wachowski + Son Knuckles relationship here. Also Tika Sumpter wanted a larger role for Maddie + might as well involve her sister.)

It's been 1 year.

Tom had coordinated with Sonic + Tails to help bring researchers up to Angel Island. Tom changed jobs from cop to park ranger, with special knowledge on Chao. Now that more people know it takes the burden off of his family to protect the Chao.

Rachel and Jojo have moved to Green Hills, Rachel found a "better job", and Jojo loves chilling with her aunt and uncle too. The twist is that Rachel's "better job" is actually working for GUN, trying to find Sonic's weaknesses in case he goes rogue.

Agent Stone has taken over the Mean Bean. Only Tails ever interacted with Stone + knew he worked with Robotnik, so no one listens when Tails says Stone is evil. They just think their youngest has a rivalry with the new coffee shop owner.

Tom, Maddie, Rachel and Jojo are going on vacation to Hawaii. They're going to "finally have that honeymoon/renew their vows" because they've been protecting Angel Island this whole time.

Sonic is house-sitting + feeding Ozzy while they are gone. Sonic immediately invites his friends over for a sleepover party. Tails + Amy and any other fav Mobians show up! (Cream is too young.)

And the party gets crashed by Knuckles. Knuckles had been trying to find Angel Island and the "traitor Tikal and her apprentice." He saw the Wachowski's research paper on Angel Island and recognized the Master Emerald Temple.

Knuckles gets into a fight with Sonic, Amy + Tails, he gets beaten and thrown into the Mean Bean Coffee shop. Tails tries to warn them, but Sonic is like, "no, that weird Sad Bean guy isn't evil."

Agent Stone convinces Knuckles that "they took your job from you. The precious thing you swore to protect..." So Knuckles gets Eggman from the Mushroom Zone and they go from there.

Sonic and Tails go on a journey to get the Compass for the Master Emerald. Amy stays home to fix the house/Tails asked her to keep an eye on Stone + Wade. She's the "Bad cop" in the interrogation scene between Wade + Stone.

The bar scene happens, Sonic feels like he's responsible for Tails + is a little smothering, but Tails is proving to be very capable. The snowboarding mountain scene happens, Sonic rescues Tails over getting the compass.

Meanwhile, Tom + Maddie renew their vows. Sonic interrupts. "Ok so we thought we could do it alone but Robotnik has the Compass for the Master Emerald and we don't know where they're going to be but it's going to get bad real fast if we don't stop them-"

Maddie goes, "Sonic. Why do you think I chose this specific island in Hawaii?"

"...your Dad said he wanted you to go there...OH YOUR DAD!"

Rachel pops up. "He told you? Of course, you were his favorite."

Tom, "Woah, nobody told me." Turns to Maddie, "so the waterproof cameras, the boat rental and scuba gear for tomorrow...?"

"Same plan as Angel Island. Discover it, make it public, and let the nerds have it."

"Awesome."

Rachel is having a breakdown. "Of course! Why would I assume what my father wanted! He was so close with you! Not me! He never thought about anything or anyone outside that stupid Emerald!"

Maddie tries to calm Rachel down, "It's what we swore to protect. It's bigger than us."

"That's what he said! He always put that Emerald above us! And so are you! You lied to everyone about going to Hawaii! Instead it's the family responsibility all over again! The one he died for!"

So basically, Rachel has complicated feelings of resentment to her father and sister for "protecting the Master Emerald" over living their lives. Maddie + Dad Sumpter were close and dedicated to Angel Island.

Rachel felt isolated, so she left to San Francisco, got married, had her kid, got divorced and while she wouldn't change it because she loves her daughter Jojo, it's hard to cope. Then Angel Island was revealed to the public, now Maddie gets to leave her responsibility. Then the last straw that Maddie isn't living her life, she's still dedicated to the thing that caused a mad Mobian to kill her estranged father.

So Rachel calls GUN to stop the Wachowski family from fighting Robotnik. Knuckles and Robotnik do show up, GUN overdoes it and everyone is detained. Robotnik escapes + betrays Knuckles.

they are all held in the same area. Maddie realizes that Knuckles is the kid of the Echidna that killed her father. But she's trying to tell Knuckles "you're not your father's choices." Because. She's an adult and she's worked through her grief mostly. And Knuckles is a teenager and she recognizes that same grief that was in her not too long ago.

Maddie apologizes to Tom and the kids for hiding secrets. Rachel and Tails break everyone out. "Little Sibling squad" is their team name. Maddie and Rachel hug, the team decides to keep making a distraction so Sonic + Knuckles can get to the Master Emerald before Eggman does.

Knuckles is still feeling bad due to the betrayal, so he's not exactly friendly. But they make it through the Temple. And Knuckles gets nervous so he fights Sonic + Eggman gets away with the Master Emerald. The Temple collapses, Sonic and Knuckles save each other and actually become friends.

The big Green Hills fight with the giant mech happens as usual. Amy again, gets a few hits in against the Mech + the drones. Sonic goes Super Sonic.

Instead of the Chaos Emeralds being melded back into the Master Emerald, they are scattered for mcguffins later. (Chaos was also released but he glooped his way to the forest before anyone noticed.)

Knuckles wants to give the Emerald back to Maddie, but she refuses and asks him to join the family.

Also Knuckles chilling on Angel Island with Chaos, Tikal, and the Chao. Then Sonic and Tails show up to invite him to play baseball. Maddie, Rachel and Jojo take over the watch.

The stinger is that Agent Stone has a journal from Gerald Robotnik and a white Chaos Emerald in his palm.

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That's all I got, I am not going to change Sonic 3 until I see it when it's released. Hope you liked it~ You've got blanket permission to use these ideas in your fanworks, but no AI please, it's not enrichment if you're not doing it.

[hatsunevitu]

i have a REALLY big soft spot for the trope when character A sees good sides in character B even when nobody else does

and it’s so kyman like. really.

and i’m really sorry for this post ‘cause it’s very messy and i’m not good with words but i have so many thoughts about this–

when kyle starts to see some good sides of eric cartman it confuses him so much because he physically can’t believe cartman can have something nice deep inside. like, kyle sees how cartman suddenly cares a lot about cats and can defend them even when he won’t get any profit from that. or how sometimes cartman actually does good things and nobody seems to notice that? like in s10e2 “smug alert” when cartman risks himself to save kyle. i strongly hc that kyle learns about it from butters about a month after this all happened and he’s so shocked by that ‘cause he can’t even explain to himself why cartman would do that. and he’s starting to see more and more remotely positive things about cartman (especially since cartman’s taking his medication) and it surprises him how nobody ever praises him for that. or for anything, actually. it’s like they refuse to admit that cartman can be, well, not a devil himself.

and kyle’s starting to overthink it, so he goes to stan and starts asking him about cartman, about his personality and his good traits, and how nobody notices them, but stan doesn’t even listen. he just laughs and says that anything “good” cartman does he does for his own benefit and that he always has ulterior motives. and kyle feels this unfairness because yes, he agrees, cartman’s an asshole and it’s natural that all his friends hate him but HEY everyone deserves to be judged fairly. and as far as he can see – people don’t even try to give him a second chance. and, moreover, what’s worse – cartman doesn’t give himself second chance either.

i mean, actually, if you think about it a bit, you can notice how cartman never denies that he’s a shitty person. he knows he’s terrible, he knows he’s hated by most of the people he has met, and he knows that nobody expects anything good from him. so he doesn’t expect anything good from himself either. he just goes along with everyone’s judgement like “yep. i do not deserve good treatment because i do terrible things and hurt people all the time”. he can be dramatic and self-defensive sometimes, but actually you can see how he actually doesn’t believe in the second chance for himself.

and it confuses kyle. so much. and he really decides that it’s his new mission to prove cartman he can change and he can deserve second chance and good attitude from others. because what? because kyle just loves two things: saving and helping those in need (especially when it’s cartman) and proving other people wrong.

so, yep, it’s basically an au where as time passes children in south park start avoiding cartman because they’ve had enough of him and they’re really sick of his terrible personality. they don’t purposefully ignore him, just pay much less attention, and cartman (who has started to take medication that helps him with his mental state) tries to fight it at first and somehow accidentally hurts (not physically) stan and some other kids reaaaally bad while this, so eventually he just accepts that he’s not gonna be a part of friends group anymore. and he admits that, well, he saw it coming. his meds make him much calmer and melancholic, so he doesn’t even make a scene. he just sits at his house more and more often, skipping school to avoid his classmates. and while stan and kenny get over losing their close friend, kyle can’t. he grew closer to cartman because he really wants to save him. and – to his own surprise – he doesn’t feel like cartman deserves this loneliness.

and, well, sometimes stan and kyle have this kind of dialogue, when kyle (unsuccessfully) tries to change stan’s opinion on cartman.

stan: Dude, Cartman can’t go, he’ll ruin the whole party! Nobody will come if he’s there!

kyle: Well, it’s just… I know he’s an asshole and we hate him but don’t you think it’s a little too… harsh?

stan: “Harsh”? Kyle, we’re talking about Eric Cartman.

kyle: I know! It’s just… everyone will come, we can’t just ignore him, can we?

stan: We totally can. Remember how many times he spoiled parties just because he got bored?

kyle: Uh… You’re right… Sorry, I was just a bit… confused, I guess.

stan: That’s fine, dude. I’m always here to remind you of how much of a prick he is.

kyle: Huh, thanks…

and he realises that he doesn’t hate cartman as much as he did. because, really, kyle’s first reaction to seeing a person getting so much hatred and contempt is being defensive and trying to protect that person. and he feels, like, really bad for cartman, so he goes to his place to hang out together. and it’s like, well:

kyle: Don’t you feel bad when everyone there are having fun without you?

cartman: Yeah, it kinda sucks but it’s not like I can do something about it.

kyle: So what? You’re just gonna stay at home for months talking to nobody but me and Butters?

cartman: That was my plan, right. It’s not that bad anyway.

kyle: Two days ago you said you can’t spend too much time with me or you “get infected with jewishness”.

cartman: I became immune to it.

kyle: *laughs* Well, it’s not like I mind it too much as well.

cartman: You know, that’s the part that bothers me.

kyle: Huh?

cartman: Why are you here, spending you weekend with me instead of helping Stan with his party?

kyle, shrugging: Not really into parties. Besides, I didn’t expect it but you’re not the worst company, you know.

cartman: Oh, come on.

kyle: What?

cartman: Stop making fake compliments to make me feel better, jew.

kyle: What do you mean “fake”?

cartman: I know you’re only doing this because you don’t want me to be alone.

kyle: What?

cartman: Well, you know, your terrible saviour complex? When you see a pathetic lonely person and you just have to come and save him so you can feel better about yourself and feed your ego?

kyle: What the fuck are you even talking about?? Do you really think I’m here only because I pity you?

cartman: Why else would you be here?

kyle: Oh my god, can’t believe I actually thought we were getting along while you just assumed I was having ulterior motives!

cartman: So you claim you wasn’t and it was all sincere?

kyle, offended: Yes!!

cartman: …Nah. Unconvincing, Kahl, work on your acting skills, would ya?

kyle: You know what? Fuck you. I just… I can’t even…

cartman: Oh, finally, good ol’ Kahl is back here.

kyle, slamming the door on his way out: UGH.

and so kyle leaves and ofc he’s irritated and annoyed and angry, but the thing that bothers him so much is that cartman didn’t seem to actually believe someone would really hang out with him now without having ulterior motives. and it warms kyle’s heart and it starts over again and again – kyle getting closer to cartman and realising how lonely he really is all the time.

and, well. he ends up catching himself defending cartman in front of their classmates and choosing him over them. and then, you know, a typical slowburn fanfic for 100k words :D

so, yeah, i don’t know if someone will actually read it until the end, but, uh, i love this scenario when eric actually becomes a better person just for kyle – because kyle is (surprisingly) the only one to even believe that cartman can be better. and eric appreciates that.

[h-didanart]

ALRIGHT I NEED TO RAMBLE

I have come up with ✨ideas✨ for Bloodmoon II in any and all human aus//variations!!!

Disclaimer they aren’t actually human. They’re vampires. Which yeah, predictable, but! I get creative with it I swear—

Second disclaimer, and I don’t know how else to put this, I mention organs and stitching together of body parts a lot, because, uh, that’s something that happens here. I don’t know how else to warn for that so… read safely?

This all started with me thinking about the human(oid) variation of the Quiet Throes guys in a bit of a funny scenario, they were gonna try foods out, but before that Solar had asked them if they had any food allergies— specifically to garlic —which they didn’t know, so Solar said that to test that out they should lightly lick a clove of garlic (don’t worry he has epipens)

So, obviously, Bloodmoon grabs the whole garlic and chugs it whole.

Turns out they are allergic to garlic

(They don’t need air, they’re fine)

And so I kinda started overthinking a couple details and it snowballed from there, so—

Vampire Bloodmoon, second version.

First off they’re double undead, once being a vampire, twice due to the way they were revived.

As a vampire, they feed on blood, they need and require it to function. They do not need to breathe, though they subconsciously do that when panicking and don’t like not having the option to do so (from the scenario above, they did not enjoy going through early anaphylaxis). They will not die unless their heart is punctured or goes through a lot of damages, but they are not invulnerable, they feel pain and definitely will be pissed if you try to go for a vital organ thinking they are human. They have an allergy to garlic, and crucifixes don’t exactly work on them (I don’t know how that part of vampire lore works so not including it, sorry), and they also have a sun allergy, it’s not bad enough for them to die but it’s annoying enough they would rather just cover themselves as much as possible or just not go outside. Night vision is an obvious to have, so is super strength, and they do have higher than average speed (not as fast as Jack tho), and yes they can turn into a bat. Could. Uh, I’ll explain in a bit

The second undead thing comes from the fact Ruin pulled a Frankenstein and stitched their body back together— throwing some extra organs and bones just in case before sewing new and unburnt skin over their wounds.

You see, the blast from the canon didn’t vaporize them, but it did burn them very badly, they managed to shift to their bat form right as the laser hit them— which actually caused more damage cuz bats are small— and were knocked out. They were veeeery much near death, their heart almost having been shot at and all— and Sun discreetly grabbing their charred bat body and chucking them into a trash can didn’t help—, but they didn’t die, instead their body very slowly tried to heal itself by entering some sort of hibernation. Which was broken when Ruin found them and fixed them up.

Unfortunately for Bloodmoon, the parts and extra stuff Ruin used wasn’t exactly compatible with their body. They were human and animal organs, some which started rotting immediately or would rot if they neglected themselves too much. This was probably a precaution on Ruin’s side to ensure the twins wouldn’t live long after their purpose was fulfilled— Which did not work by the way, they lived for damn near a year

So basically the twins have a bunch of stitching scars all around their body, mostly near their joints, very specifically under their left armpit, and, like, right on their abdomen I think. They also have just their normal scars from running around, fighting, falling off too high places they said they wouldn’t fall from, Ruin, wild animals, them accidentally sleep eating their own arm, etcetera etcetera. And top surgery scars. Don’t question where those are from.

Of course, barely any of those scars are ever on display, they’re always wearing their hoodie which covers the great majority of them, so usually only the scar under their left eye is seen. Which btw they have a lazy left eye, can’t see from that one either.

Also their hair color is different. Before their revival they had black hair that turned red at the tips. Once they were revived they had white hair with red speckles at the tips. They usually dye their hair to be redder whenever they can (with blood of course).

Oh and Ruin absolutely loved to play with their hair, it’s soft and curly and long, It would often braid their hair and pin random stuff to it.

Yeah the twins chopped most of their hair off after the Takeover

Oh and they also can’t fully shapeshift anymore, not into a bat, not into other people, though they can still mimic voices. Tho I’d like to think that if they’re mad enough they can sprout little wings from their back.

Anyways, to close this off I’d like to talk about Bloodmoon’s appearance after April 14th.

Any self care they could’ve showed prior to that date went out the window and was promptly forgotten for the next two months the remaining twin lived. Matted hair, more-than-usual dirtied clothes, halfway rotting body, you get the gist. They kinda just completely gave up in that front, turning their full attention to getting revenge no matter how much it cost.

And I made myself sad over them again, great.

And you probably don’t care about this but, I actually kinda stole the ‘walking around casually half rotted and then not giving a fuck over the body when in a fight’ thing from one of my ocs who’s technically a ghost but also not (Dan my lovely, I will release you into the world at some point)

So yeah that was me rambling about something I rarely if ever use

I can go into a lot of tangents for my different aus if asked, I mean, Hunter would probably have a different experience in being zombified than the Red Twins or Sickle, Buck and Styx are a whole fucking can of worms on their own, Original and Antho are literally the same side of different coins, and so

Anyways

Yeah :D

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Can you please do a reading on han sohee possibly featuring in jungkook's solo mv. Maybe how she feels about this project and their dynamic? Or why her (in a nice way) like is there a specific vision he had for his solo that she fits!

Thank you so muchh!!

hi sorry for the delay!!! ><

why her specifically?

2 of pentacles, 2 of cups reversed, 2 of wands, queen of cups

it's definitely because of the visuals and the dynamic they show on screen, he thinks she delivers the emotions that he's conveying through the song. I think the music video is a couple that looks very good together, but doesn't actually work out. it might be about heartbreak and she's really good at acting like that, she's just a really emotionally charged actress. and they look good together. it might be a bonnie and clyde thing or just two people who are so obsessed with each other that they can't let it go. it's hard to tell what's the concept, but he chose her very specifically because of the type of acting that she does and her aesthetic/beauty for sure, she fits the idea.

how does she feel about it

king of pentacles, temperance, 8 of pentacles, 10 of swords, page of cups

I heard "he's a smart kid", she really likes the finished work, she admires him as an artist and she's really satisfied with the project. i think it's different from what she's used to, so it was a good new experience for her, something new for her repertoire (idk if she's ever been in music videos, but I think that's what it's talking about). she's definitely being affected by the hate she is receiving and I think she feels it will get worse once it's released. nonetheless, it was a really good opportunity and business, she seemed to have gotten along easily with him, they have on screen chemistry, which is necessary. I think she admires him even more after seeing him working behind the scenes, cause she got to see the process.

how does he feel about it

ace of wands reversed, 6 of swords reversed, the empress, queen of wands reversed, ace of pentacles

I think this is obviously talking about fan treatments first of all, the queen of wands reversed is standing out to me as a bully and a condescending, jealous individual, I think he's unsatisfied with the response and is (again) expecting it to get worse after it's release. he may be feeling nervous of ruining her reputation and overthinking his idea to cast her. I wouldn't be surprised if the company has been preparing for this for a long time (aka the enhypen comeback). either way, he feels that he needs this, to free himself from the bts baggage, he's been in the same group since he was a kid, a child, he thought deeply about it. he's excited! this is his baby, he's never done anything like this, to be in control of your own art and work after so many years, it feels good. he also really admires her, or else he wouldn't have chosen her, right? she's the empress, she's making the song have actual legitimacy and professionalism, beauty, he feels that she's making the music video what it is, that she's the reason why it's so good (i mean, she is a hella good actress)

their dynamic

in the music video

(accidentally deleted the text with the cards)

they win through the odds, they may fight in the video, but they would make up. it's an expensive couple, maybe, who loves shiny and dangerous things, I think robbery might be involved. lavish shows of money. may be "us against the world" type of thing. I'm getting dangerously by charlie puth, 7 rings by ariana grande, ain't no mountain enough by marvin gaye.

irl

this is the least exciting part of this reading, it immediately felt so boring lmaoooo

6 of wands reversed, king of swords, the magician reversed, 3 of pentacles

if they're close they won't let anyone know because of public appearance. they're definitely friendly, they don't have any animosity, and they work well together. might be exclusively work thing.

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PSA THIS IS JUST ME SCREAMING AFTER EVERY PARAGRAPH BC I'M OBSESSED

That’s not even the issue here,” you counter, a little more defensively than you meant. “It’s just… what do you even wear on a date with someone like Javier?”

LIKE FOR REAL! i believe the correct answer is actually nothing, and you just invite him straight into your pants

“It’s not every day that my friend leaves with a man like that at the end of her shift, only to find out he’s some annoyingly hot coworker she didn’t even bother mentioning—”

Connie so fucking real for that take

She groans, dragging it out for dramatic effect. “No. You wear that thing out all the time.”

I really love her so much

“No idea, which makes the getting ready process even more difficult. I’m putting you down,” you warn her, setting down the receiver on your dresser.

the hot girls always live in the phone

You’ve been doing everything possible not to spiral into overthinking, trying to act normal about this date. Part of you still can’t believe it’s actually happening.

FR I WOULD LOSE MY SHIT HELLO

Yet, he keeps choosing you, showing up with this sincerity that’s completely messed with your head, confessing feelings and sticking around like he’s actually serious.

AND HOW DARE HE

He’s taken over your mind, lingering there like a sexy, infuriating ghost.

he can haunt me

With Javier, it would sting worse if he turned out to be the arrogant womanizer you’d pegged him as after all the shit that’s transpired between the two of you.

in fact, i might crawl into this fic and shoot him with a gun (kidding) if he doesn't get his shit together

You finish getting ready and head into the kitchenette, grabbing a shot glass. You pour yourself a quick splash of Fireball, hoping it’ll help you feel a little more mellow, maybe a little less wound-up. You toss it back, letting the burn calm the nerves that won’t stop buzzing as the minutes drag by.

she's so strong, i woulda taken a pull from the bottle accidentally drank half of it and ruined my own date i stg i'd be FREAKIN

The sight that greets you could knock the air right from your lungs.

TELL ME BB TELL ME

His typical black leather jacket stretches across his broad shoulders, a flushed blue shirt underneath, his neck on full display while the top of his chest teases you beneath the few undone buttons.

MMMM THAT SLUTTY OPEN SHIRT

His jeans fit him perfectly, hugging his narrow waist and leading down to a pair of well-worn leather boots. But what really catches your attention is the single peony he holds delicately in his hand.

BITCH NOT THE SINGLE PEONY FUCK OFF i got my peony tattoo bc of this fic actually, write that down

His gaze roams over you, like he doesn’t know where to look, definitely lingering on your legs then your cleavage before his warm, brown eyes meet yours. “You look good, nena.” He leaves you feeling like he’s undressing you with just that look.

if he did that to me i'd be fuckin' dead y'all LIKE HERE LIES WEDS DEAD BC THAT STUPID MAN JUST LOOKED AT HER

You bite back a smile and raise an eyebrow, opting to tease him. “Thanks, Javi. You look… exactly how you always do.”

fuck yes, be stronger than me, flip him shit

He’s doing the bare minimum, bringing you a fucking flower, and you’re already feeling all warm and mushy.

yeah it WOULD WORK ON ME

“Well now I have to know what you said.” “Maybe one day.”

UM YEAH, I'LL BE REMEMBERING THAT YEP SHE GONN TELL US

It seems like he has an actual plan for this date, which surprises you, but then again he’s been full of fucking surprises since the moment you met him.

a man with a PLAN? the bar may be in hell but that would DO IT FOR MEEEEEEEEE

So he’s not native to this city, which was kind of obvious with the slight twang some of his words seem to have. You wonder where he’s actually from.

me legit thinking wdym gorl we ain't new here, I've got his rap sheet

As you reach the sidewalk, Javier surprises you by sliding his hand into yours, smooth and confident. The gesture catches you off guard, and you can feel heat pooling at your cheeks. He’s annoyingly charming, and he knows it.

A FLOWER, A PLAN, CONFIDENCE. SHUT UPPPPPPP

His hand is so much bigger than yours, rough skin brushing against your softer palm in a way that feels—well, it feels like it fits.

the way you would make me think of that fucking hand gif set again AT A TIME LIKE THIS, HOW DARE YOU

“This okay?” he asks, glancing down with a glint of mischief in his eyes, catching you right in the middle of your little lustful trance.

no, no NO NO NO IT IS NOT OKAY BC I'M DEAD

He gives a soft scoff, looking amused. “That’s not really my style. I’d feel like a total fraud…” he pauses, studying your expression, “unless that’s what you wanted. I could do it if that’s what you’re into.”

LMAO is he me? like fuck that shit...unless, you're into it then uh I'll stfu bb

“Oh wow,” you say, chewing slowly with a hand hovering over your mouth.

shut uppppp now i gotta go get a jamaica and chorizo tacos and i'm already there too many days of the week

And damn, if you don’t notice every bit of him in that damn leather jacket, his dark hair slightly tousled and looking as if he were some walking sex deity. 

sex deity not an exaggeration at all

The world sees sex work as some kind of sordid choice, casting assumptions.

their loss

No one has ever gotten under your skin or tangled your senses like he does. With Javier, the tension builds until it’s all-consuming—whether it’s the way his hands map every inch of your skin or his mouth works you over. It’s maddening, how easily he pulls you apart and leaves you craving more.

me referring to reading this fic

And as you share an amused glance, you can’t help but think… yeah, maybe you do.

OPE THERE IT IS

Javier pauses, a thoughtful look in his eyes as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. “Alright, alright. Probably rap. Used to be all about rock—my pops had me hooked young. But out here? My taste has gotten a little West Coast.”

still imagining javi listening to Too $hort and y'all never gonna take that away from me heheheheheheheh

“A Texan boy gone Cali,” you say, feigning surprise. “You love to see it.”

too good

“R&B. Lauryn Hill and Destiny’s Child have provided the soundtracks to some very pivotal moments in my life.”

yESS

“I gotta ask you something,” he says, his voice dipping just a bit. “And be honest. Why didn’t you like me?”

jesus fuck bb, reading that made my heart and my pussy stop beating like oh shit

“I wasn’t a fan of how you... got around. And the way you’d micromanage every move during shoots, like your way was always best. Or how you’d just use your dick to get whatever you wanted.”

yeah girl! being honest!

“And when we met, you were already trying to charm your way into my pants like I was one of your groupies,” you add, “Made it feel like you were always angling for something. I guess I just didn’t want to be another name on your list.”

REAL

He exhales, scratching at his jaw. “Fair enough,” he declares. “I didn’t always used to be like this. The whole showboating thing, it’s sort of… a front, I guess. When I started, I had to become a different version of myself. This cocky asshole who had his shit together because… fuck, I didn’t know what else to do. After the bullshit back home, I needed the distance. I needed to prove something.”

VULNERABLE JAVI GOT DAYUM

Sympathy blossoms, the kind that grows for someone who’s managed to build walls without even meaning to.

i just like that sentence

As you both turn back towards his truck, he reaches for your hand again, his fingers curling around yours, gentle and reassuring. You lean into him, resting your head on his arm as you walk. It feels natural, like you’re both finally seeing each other, piece by piece, without all the defenses.

SHUT UP WTF

There’s a warmth that reaches from his body to yours, one you can’t help but lean into as your hand finds his, fingers lacing loosely. Resting your head just near his chest, you feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath, solid and steady.

it's so romantic i'm gonna emote

“Can’t let this night end without you knowin’ what my intentions are.” He pauses, then adds, “I want to keep seeing you.” His words melt into the night as he dips his head to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his face nuzzling softly into your hair.

EVERYONE SHUT UP ARE YOU KIDDING ME

“It’s not about you, or… or the work. I don’t care that you’re in porn.” you say gently. “It’s just the idea of dating someone who—well, you know.”

EXCUSE ME

ARE YOU PUTTING ANGST IN HERE ??? I'M GONNA THROW ROCKS

You’d be fucking stupid to walk away from all this without knowing what it feels like to kiss him, the man who’s wound you up so tight and left you as breathless as he has conflicted.

ACCURATE YES

His hold on your waist tightens as your hands slide up to tangle in his hair, tugging at it, and he lets out a low, guttural grunt that gets your bones vibrating.

i'm gonna vibrate through the fucking ether oh my goddddd the whole kissing scene pls

In one swift movement, Javier maneuvers you, switching positions so that your back is pressed against the hood of his truck.

i'm shedding a tear of sexual, emotional, and romantic yearning

“Gonna make me cum in my pants kissin’ me like that,” he mumbles against your neck..

that'd be hot too idc

He drags his lips back up, brushing his nose against yours, coaxing you into another kiss—this one softer, more controlled, yet no less potent.

i actually can't, like i'm so unwell reading this i don't have anything fun to say about it, i just need him so, so, so, so, so, so, badly

His mouth curls into a smirk against your collarbone, and he lifts his head slightly, his hand sliding over the fabric of your top, shifting it down until your breasts are bared to the cool night air.

i'm passing away

His scent fills your lungs, his taste lingers on your tongue, feeling his perfect fucking body against you, hearing his subtle grunts, your vision glazed over with tears of pleasure from how he’s making you feel. 

returned as a ghost and now i'm just shrieking

His mouth descends again, and he looks up at you when he’s reached your breasts. “Not gonna fuck you, since I’m bein’ a gentleman and all,” he murmurs, the words hot against your skin, “but I am gonna get you off just by playin’ with your tits.”

he's so stupid, how do i create him??? i'm never recovering

“Oh fuck that feels so good.” You can’t help but be so vocal and he loves it, the sound of your voice doing just as much to get him off in the same way that his mouth doesn’t let up on your tits.

i have been staring at the wall trying to calm my own body down long enough to keep reading LIKE DAMN DOWN GIRL IT'S NOT HAPPENING LEND ME THE COGNITIVE FUNCTIONING TO KEEP READING HOLY FUCK

You’re soaked, and he can feel it, his cock pressing insistently against the heat of your clothed pussy as your hips grind down onto him, building a rhythm that he matches with his mouth.

no but like, that's it! right there! tits out, against the truck, dry humping like a feral teenager out past curfew i'm fuckin' done forrrrrr somebody scrape my body up with a shovel I've disintegrated

“Baby, just with the way you’re movin’ your hips, I can tell you ride cock like a fuckin’ champ.”

wouldn't you like to know! <- i'd say if i weren't drooling and trembling

He lets out a low groan as he adjusts the angle of your hips, pressing you firmly against his erection. The new angle grinds perfectly against your clit, drawing you deeper into the pleasure until it’s all-consuming, each nerve tuned only to him.

i have nothing useful to say, i'm just in awe, mout gaping like a fucking fish plsssss it's so VIVID

“That's right, baby, just like that,” he murmurs, his praise and gentle kisses softening the overstimulation into something even more intoxicating.

I'm so fucked up over him i need a lobotomy so i can have a chance at continuing on with my life after reading this and i know this chapter isn't even over PLS

“Don’t worry about me, nena.” His gravelly voice reassures you. “Seein’ you like this is enough for me.” 

maybe he's proving his point being a real gentleman, i'm choosing to imagine he's gonna cream his jeans and you can't stop me

“So, what now?” you ask, voice sharper than you meant, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “We just… go our separate ways? Pretend none of this ever happened?” He looks down, his jaw tense, and the silence that follows is thick, each second feeling like an eternity. His eyes meet yours and he sighs. “I guess so.”

KAT I AM GONNA THREATEN YOU WITH VIOLENCE DON'T YOU DAREEEEEEEEE

He places his hands on his hips, shifting his weight, exasperation written in every taut line of his body. “Do I need to remind you that I’m a grown-ass man who can make his own decisions? I’m starting to hate this job, and I want you.  I don’t care if I have to work a hundred side gigs. If that’s what it takes for you to be mine, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

OH MY GODD HOW IS THIS ALMOST WORSE BC NOW I'LL IMAGINE IT FOREVER AND NEVER HAVE IT OMG

“You sound like my agent,” he interrupts with a dry laugh, flexing his jaw. “I’ve thought about it. It’s all I can think about. I can’t even keep my cock hard enough to fuck the girls on set anymore, and like I told you before—I’m not taking pills for that shit.”

I NEED HIM I NEED HiM RGHT AWAY

“So...we’re doing this?” he asks, a crooked smile on his face that makes him look boyish and so damn pretty.

I have to go touch grass, eat dirt, walk into the ocean, lay on the street in the rain, get frostbite, a third degree burn, literally anything pls i can't continue on without having him

“Does that mean I can come inside?” And with the way his lips quirk up into a cocky smile, you know exactly what this motherfucker means.

HE CAN COME IN MEEEEEEEEEE (you know i had to)

“Nope, we’re taking things slow… and I’m not fucking you until you get tested.”

she is the strongest woman in the fictional universe or i am a loose moraled slut, but it's probably the first one

You smirk, pretending to ignore the way his fingers are trailing dangerously close to your panties.

did you write every line of this just for me? like hand crafted, organic, farm to table, JUST. FOR. ME.

Sure, you still haven’t officially slept with him, but that hasn’t stopped either of you from exploring each other. He’s kept his promise to make you feel amazing, finding delicious ways to learn your body without actually crossing that line.

SOBBING, OH MY GODDDD THE BUILD UP

It wasn’t until a few days ago that you finally returned the favor, slipping into the shower with him and blowing his mind in every sense of the word, until he was helplessly spilling down your throat. Your jaw’s still a little sore from how eagerly you’d gone down on him, the memory of his breathless groans seared in your mind. 

same

Tonight, he’d asked you to be his girlfriend, officially. He’d planned this whole evening at a rooftop restaurant, it was a little too fancy, but he looked at you like he couldn’t believe his luck.

the two of them are EVERYTHING TO ME

Connie’s eyes light up, and your cheeks flush. “Consistent dick is the ultimate antidepressant. Trust me, I’d know,” she says with a wink.

I love Connie she is my supreme leader

“Javier, is that you?” Her voice is low, sultry, every word dripping with familiarity as she slides up beside him, her gaze unmistakably hungry. “Dios mío, mira qué guapo te has puesto, mi amor.”

close your eyes i'm about to commit woman on woman violence

A flush of fury burns through you, and you’re on the verge of standing up, ready to beat her ass for her audacity.

yeah, I TOO WOULD THROW HANDS IDC I'LL CATCH A CHARGE

“I’ll be better about shutting them down,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Even if you do look hot when you’re jealous.”

UGH OKAYYYY BUT STILLL

She laughs, nodding at you. “Oh, you want to see her fight? Be here during a major sports event. Last year during March Madness, she gave this guy a black eye ‘cause he called her a cunt when she accidentally changed the channel, then ended up going toe-to-toe with his girlfriend.”

i love her

“Didn’t mean to dump it on you like that,” he says, leaning on the bar, his fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic beat on the counter, his gaze cast downward.

me thinking i'm sharing funny anecdotes, backtracking when i realize i misread the room

“She taught me most of what I know, and we shot a lot of projects together. People liked what they saw, and after a while, I started getting paired with older co-stars. That kinda became my thing. MILFs and cougars,” he says, his gaze tracing your features to gauge your response. 

i'd prefer that legacy to the barely legal scene, i said what i said

You can tell from the way his face falls into a scowl that he doesn’t like how you’ve phrased it. “What I have with you is different, cariño. Not something scripted for a camera.” 

title reference swoon!

Your heart stirs at the depth in his voice. He lets out a small breath, his thumb brushing the curve of your cheek. “I know you’ve got your hang-ups, and I get it. I’ve been there. It’s… hard to feel like you’re enough when you’re constantly comparing yourself to people who don’t even matter. But I’m tellin’ you, baby, it shouldn’t be like that with us.”

stop ruining my life with him i CANNOT HANDLE IT

He shifts a little closer, his gaze earnest. “I’ll help you feel more confident the way someone once did for me. But the difference? I’m givin’ you everything. Not just sex, not just some half-hearted attempt. I’m here—all in.”

quietly sobbing and nodding mhmm anything for u bb

“Turn around, baby, let me see you.” You turn to face him, nerves quieted by the way he’s looking at you—as if he’s seeing you naked for the first time. He lets out a soft, almost reverent groan, then extends his hands, urging you closer. You step forward, your hands finding his shoulders as you finally straddle his lap, his warmth searing through you. 

EVERYTHING, THIS IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEE

“Yes, Javi,” you breathe out, voice thick with need, “I need you so bad.”

me whipsering the same thing to my phone screen like it's a prayer

His grip on your hip tightens. “Stay still,” he commands, using that sexy bedroom voice of his that’s even more gravelly and deeper than his usual cadence.

SIR YES SIR

His stare holds yours, a silent promise that tonight, he’s going to take his time, making sure you feel every single second of it.

torture me pls

But just as you reach that edge, he pulls the toy away and turns it off, leaving you gasping, the sensation dissipating as quickly as it built. Your eyes snap open and you sit up slightly, desperate and hazy, locking onto him. “What the fuck?”

EDGE ME BB

He taps your knee, urging you to spread wider, his gaze fixed on you with unrestrained desire. And the way he looks at you—like you’re all he’s ever wanted—banishes every flicker of self-doubt, every whisper of insecurity.

i'm sooooooo unfortunately serious, how am i supposed to continue after reading this ?? with life ?? THAT IS CRUEL! SICK PUNISHMENT!

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” he coos, stroking your cheek as he sets the vibrator to its highest setting, plunging it inside you. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy crying around it only fuel his hunger as he watches your face.

pls can someone come over and read the rest to me????? my eyes keep rolling back, cross eyed, blurred by tears, i'm so gone

He grins, mocking your pout with one of his own, voice dripping with feigned sympathy. “Don’t say that, baby. You’re breakin’ my heart.” He brushes one last kiss against your lips, pulling back just as you lean into him, already aching to feel him close again, his warmth a cruel tease.

not the 'you're breakin' my heart' nooooooo i can HEAR IT

He undresses fully, and your mouth literally waters as your gaze traces the sculpted lines of his stomach, following the trail of hair that leads down to his thick, throbbing cock.

MEEEEEEEEE I'm FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

You need to fuck this man.

i feel this sentence in the very core of my being

He groans, the heat in his eyes darkening as he adjusts his hips, hovering right there, just out of reach. “Go ahead, baby, take it. Put it in.”

no words left, just moaning as i read this like a SICKO

Reaching down, your fingers wrap around his length, both of you gasping as you feel the heat and hardness of him pulsing in your hand. You squeeze gently, stroking him slowly, and he hisses, rolling his hips into your grip. You swirl your thumb over the head, spreading the bead of precome across his skin, the silky-slick texture making you dizzy with anticipation. Drunk on him, on everything he evokes in you, you guide the head of his cock to your soaked, swollen entrance, rubbing it slowly against your aching slit.

somebody call me an ambulance (don't) how is every word so perfect

The sensation has you trembling, but when he finally pushes forward, easing himself into you, you let out a loud, breathless whine. The stretch of him is so perfect, so utterly fulfilling that your back arches, your toes curling as your head falls back into the sheets. 

10000/10 no notes rereading forever and ever and ever

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and uneven as he thrusts forward, filling you to the hilt. “Nena,” he grunts, voice ragged, “I’m not gonna last—shit.” He sounds as wrecked as you feel, his hips pressing flush against yours as he sinks in deep, your inner walls gripping him as if you’ll never let him go.

I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT

“Fuck—puta madre, nenita—you feel so good—” His voice breaks, and he gives one, two, three hard thrusts, burying himself deep as his release finally takes over, his warm, pulsing release spilling into you as he groans loudly, hips grinding as he rides out the last waves of his orgasm.

YEAH

You’ve never seen him look this wrecked, his breath still uneven and his face flushed—all because of you. Fighting the urge to smirk, you can’t help but revel in the sight of him.

CAN YOU IMAGINE I'D BE A FUCKING MENACE LIKE Y'ALLLLL PUSSY TOO GOOD MY SEX DEITY CAN'T EVEN HANG GOD DAYUMMM

“Pussy’s too damn good, baby. Fuckin’ Christ,” he groans, a grin tugging at his lips, his words breathy and awed.

LMAOOOOOO EXACTLY!!!

Now you let yourself smirk, feeling the flush of satisfaction. He nuzzles his nose against yours, murmuring, “Gotta make up for that.”

i'm actually printing this chapter (the whole fic actually), framing it, hanging it above my bed, and calling it required reading for anyone who wants to smash idc I'll wait all night for u to read it bb

As he finishes devouring you between your thighs, you barely have a moment to catch your breath before he’s thrusting into you again, harder and deeper this time, with a fierce intensity that rips a loud, shameless cry from you. Right, he’s got that pornstar stamina.

I'M FUCKING SCREAMING

But he is that good. Beyond that good. He’s better.

ugly, snotty, crying and repeating 'pornstar javi isn't real, pornstar javi isn't real'

“Got you singin’ like a fuckin’ bird, nenita,” he teases, his laugh tapering off into a low groan. “And to think you didn’t want this. Now look at you—all fucked out and creamin’ on my cock”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It feels like you’ve drifted to the heavens, like he’s drawn out every last ounce of strength from you.  You’re dazed, floating, but he’s still there, whispering to you, “Good girl, that’s it. I’ve got you,” his voice a warm balm as he slows his movements, matching the rhythm of your aftershocks, soothing you with each gentle thrust as he holds you close.

pls

“You’re not real,” you mumble into his chest, your voice muffled but laced with awe. His chuckle vibrates against your cheek, a low, comforting sound that makes you smile even wider.

I KNOW RIGHT

“I’m very real, and very yours, nena,” Javi replies, his hand drifting lazily up and down your back in gentle strokes that make you melt even further. The warmth of his words seeps into you, and your heart flutters.

STFU STFU SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUNG MAN OR SAY IT TO MY FACE

“Catering to my every whim already? I just became your girlfriend,” you tease. “Yeah, and I’m trying to keep it that way for the foreseeable future,” he says, brushing a quick, sweet kiss on the tip of your nose before slipping away from you.

so stupid, i need a thousand of him, I've lost my single brain cell and this fic is the only thing that remains in my consciousness, and it's so fucking GOOD IT HURTS GOD DAYUMMMMMMMMM

I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WOULD JUST FUCK ME UP LIKE THIS ON A THURSDAY WITH NO REGARD FOR MY WILL TO RECOVER ??

THE DATE

THE SEMI PUBLIC AGAINST THE TRUCK TITS OUT DRY HUMPING BONANZA JUST FOR ME

THE ONLY ACCEPTANCE AND COMMITMENT THERAPY I NEED IS JAVI AT MY DOOR TELLING ME HOW MUCH HE'S THOUGHT ABOUT ME AND HOW HE'S WILLING TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES FOR A SHOT ???

THE UNDER THE BAR TEASE BEFORE THAT JEALOUSY HIT LIKE A FUCKING BRICK !!

THE INSAAAAANE DREAMY TEASING, THE VIBE, THE MOOD, THE TENDERNESS AND ADORATION, THE VIVID REALNESS OF THE ENTIRE SCENEEEEE LIKE BITCH I GOTTA CHANGE MY SHEETS AND SHOWER NOW AND I'M NOT EVEN IN BED HELP

West Side | Pornstar!Javier Peña x Fem!Reader | Part 5 of Unscripted Desire | ~15k wc | Series Masterlist | gif cred | Explicit. Minors DNI.

Summary: A lot of firsts with Javi.

Tags: smut, slight angst, nipple play, dry humping, lots of making out, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, jealousy, edging, overstimulation, use of sex toys (vibrator), oral (f receiving), cum eating, unprotected p in v sex (finally), javi is clipped (not mentioned), babe wake up pornstar!javi lore just dropped, no use of y/n, any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know ok thx.

A/N: i attempted to make this chapter a little longer, definitely filthier, and above all: satisfying. shoutout to my bestie hermosa @persephone-girl for reading over part of this and quelling all the second thoughts i had in the middle of writing it out 🖤 love you guys, enjoyyyy ✨

You purse your lips at your reflection, tilting your head as if a new angle will make everything click. The phone is wedged between your shoulder and ear, and Connie’s voice crackles over the line, keeping you company. 

“Since when do you care so much about getting dolled up?” she teases, picking up on the way you’re fussing.

You tug the hem of the dress down a bit, “That’s not even the issue here,” you counter, a little more defensively than you meant. “It’s just… what do you even wear on a date with someone like Javier?”

Connie lets out a sly laugh. “Well, if I knew more about him, maybe I’d be able to help you out here.”

You huff, rolling your eyes even though she can’t see it, leaning closer to the mirror as you swipe at the mascara wand. “You’re still on that?”

“It’s not every day that my friend leaves with a man like that at the end of her shift, only to find out he’s some annoyingly hot coworker she didn’t even bother mentioning—”

“There was nothing to mention,” you cut in quickly.

“Nothing to mention?” she repeats, scandalized. “He ate you out in an elevator, you talked an orgasm out of him, and you let him slip the tip of his dick inside—”

“Okay!” You cut her off again, voice a bit higher than intended. “Shouldn’t you be out saving lives or something?”

“Currently on day two, hour nine, of my three-twelves.” Her sigh fills your ear. “I’m exhausted. Let me live through your smokin’ sex life so I don’t tear my hair out.”

“Steve not doing it for you anymore?” you tease, rubbing away a bit of lipstick that smudged onto your teeth.

“Oh, he is, but after three overnight shifts? Even the thought of sex is exhausting,” she admits, a laugh edging her words. 

You get it; distinctively thinking about the last spring break week where you worked non-stop, running from shoots all day to the bar all night on three hours of sleep.

That was definitely the week you aged five years in one go.

“Now, back to you,” she snaps you out of your memories. “What did you finally decide on?”

“The black dress.” You say it like it’s the only logical choice.

She groans, dragging it out for dramatic effect. “No. You wear that thing out all the time.”

“I bought it for a reason. To wear it.”

“Oh, come on. I think you should switch it up a little. Make it more fun.”

“Fun?” you echo, skeptical, glancing over at your closet.

“Fun,” she confirms, “like that mini skirt with the flowy fabric. Makes your ass look so good and shows just enough cheek to leave him hanging,” she says all playfully, “Just throw on a top that shows the girls off and you’ll be set. It’s flirty and hot… exactly like your little boy toy and way fresher than a black dress.”

You snort, feeling a little flutter at the mention of Javier being your boy toy. “A classic date-night outfit is classic for a reason, you know?”

“Mhmm, so classic I’m falling asleep. Go grab the skirt and thank me later,” she presses.

You grumble out a fine, deciding to humor her. Maybe you will like it better than the dress.

Rummaging through your closet is a little difficult with the corded phone in your hand but you manage, finally spotting the garment under the mountain of clothes that you’ve just thrown in here and pretended weren’t your problem.

“Where’s he taking you, anyways?”

“No idea, which makes the getting ready process even more difficult. I’m putting you down,” you warn her, setting down the receiver on your dresser.

You toss aside a few ‘not quite’ options before finding a top cute enough for this flirty and hot vision she’s painting. The deep color of it has your skin glowing, the cut of the neckline making your tits look enticing.

The snug skirt teases just enough at your thighs and you do a half turn, glancing back at the mirror to check your own ass out—and damn if she wasn’t on the money.

“Okay, I’m back.”

“And?”

You pause, smiling as you take in your reflection. “I look hot.”

There’s a sharp, delighted squeal on her end. “See? I told you! That’s what friends are for—giving you advice you don’t listen to until you’re basically forced to.”

Her laugh makes you grin, but then you hear a muffle as she talks to someone else in the background. She comes back, tone rushed but still playful. “Alright, I’m being called back onto the floor. But seriously, have fun. Don’t put out unless you want to, and please, please, don’t wait months to fill me in, okay?”

“I won’t,” you chuckle, her instructions making you feel like you’re back in high school. “Thanks, Con.”

“Go get him, you vixen,” she teases, and the line goes dead, leaving you with your thoughts.

You’ve been doing everything possible not to spiral into overthinking, trying to act normal about this date. Part of you still can’t believe it’s actually happening.

You’ve fought him, resisted him, silently judged others for falling for his charms—yet somehow still managed to give in.

If someone had told you months ago that you’d be in this position, you would’ve straight up laughed in their face.

The whole trajectory of it feels warped. You can’t help but wonder if this is all some elaborate game, a long con to get you in his bed.

But then, the doubts don’t quite hold up, not with how much effort he’s put into just getting your attention. If it were about sex, he wouldn’t need all this—he could walk outside, flash that lazy, dimpled grin, and probably have someone falling for him within seconds.

Hell, he could call one of his co-stars and make it that much easier on himself.

Yet, he keeps choosing you, showing up with this sincerity that’s completely messed with your head, confessing feelings and sticking around like he’s actually serious. He’s taken over your mind, lingering there like a sexy, infuriating ghost.

At least you’ve given yourself an ultimatum: if this goes south, you’ll walk away and he’ll leave you alone.

You still remember how low you felt after things with Frankie, and that was amicably ended. 

With Javier, it would sting worse if he turned out to be the arrogant womanizer you’d pegged him as after all the shit that’s transpired between the two of you.

You finish getting ready and head into the kitchenette, grabbing a shot glass. You pour yourself a quick splash of Fireball, hoping it’ll help you feel a little more mellow, maybe a little less wound-up. You toss it back, letting the burn calm the nerves that won’t stop buzzing as the minutes drag by.

Then, you hear the familiar creak of the stairs, the soft shuffle of footsteps, followed by a knock at the door. Your heart skips a beat.

With a deep breath, you slip on a light jacket and grab your purse before unlocking the door and swinging it open.

The sight that greets you could knock the air right from your lungs.

His typical black leather jacket stretches across his broad shoulders, a flushed blue shirt underneath, his neck on full display while the top of his chest teases you beneath the few undone buttons.

His jeans fit him perfectly, hugging his narrow waist and leading down to a pair of well-worn leather boots. But what really catches your attention is the single peony he holds delicately in his hand.

“Hey,” you greet, trying to keep it casual, as if your heart isn’t pounding just from seeing him stand there. He is so damn handsome, it almost feels unfair.

His gaze roams over you, like he doesn’t know where to look, definitely lingering on your legs then your cleavage before his warm, brown eyes meet yours. “You look good, nena.” He leaves you feeling like he’s undressing you with just that look.

You bite back a smile and raise an eyebrow, opting to tease him. “Thanks, Javi. You look… exactly how you always do.”

He chuckles, a lazy smile spreading across his face, and you catch a little dimple on his cheek. “Damn. And here I thought I put in more effort tonight.” He licks his lips, then holds out the flower. “This is for you. I might’ve mentioned our night out to my neighbor, and she clipped this from her garden. Thought it was less on the nose than a red rose.”

You take it from him, its soft petals brushing against your fingers, and bring it to your nose. The sweet, fresh scent makes you sigh a little.

He’s doing the bare minimum, bringing you a fucking flower, and you’re already feeling all warm and mushy. You’ll just blame the one shot of whisky for that. “Talking me up already?”

He chuckles, his eyes appreciating the way your makeup highlights each feature.

“Let’s just say I bum cigarettes off her in exchange for a little company. You just happened to come up.”

“Well now I have to know what you said.”

“Maybe one day.”

This moment already feels charged for no reason.

“I’m going to hold you to that” you warn him playfully. “Thank her for me. And tell her she’s got good taste in flowers.”

He gives you a nod, eyes softening. “I will. You ready?”

“Mhm,” you hum, stepping out to lock the door behind you.

As you turn, you realize how close he’s standing, and the scent of mint and cologne hits you in an instant, making your head spin. He smells fucking incredible.

“So,” you start, trying to ignore the fact that you can practically feel the heat radiating from his skin. “Where are we going?”

He falls into step beside you as you both head down the stairs. “To the best food truck in the city.”

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow, both amused and a little charmed by the casual choice.

He nods, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “It’s by Lake Hollywood Park, which is convenient ‘cause we’ll end our night around there.”

It seems like he has an actual plan for this date, which surprises you, but then again he’s been full of fucking surprises since the moment you met him. “Sounds like fun. Better not be shit though,” you say, adjusting your bag strap on your shoulder, twirling the flower between your fingers.

“I think I’ve lived in L.A. long enough now to know what’s good and what isn’t.”

So he’s not native to this city, which was kind of obvious with the slight twang some of his words seem to have. You wonder where he’s actually from.

As you reach the sidewalk, Javier surprises you by sliding his hand into yours, smooth and confident. The gesture catches you off guard, and you can feel heat pooling at your cheeks. He’s annoyingly charming, and he knows it.

His hand is so much bigger than yours, rough skin brushing against your softer palm in a way that feels—well, it feels like it fits.

Your mind doesn’t miss a beat, leaping straight to the memory of his fingers pressed inside you, knuckle deep, his tongue flicking at your clit as you unraveled for him.

You bite the inside of your lip, willing yourself to stay cool, but damn, those hands could do a lot of things.

How you even fit two of his fingers remains a mystery, but it’s one you’re more than willing to solve again.

“This okay?” he asks, glancing down with a glint of mischief in his eyes, catching you right in the middle of your little lustful trance.

“Perfectly fine,” you reply, squeezing his hand, that glint pulling you in deeper, and you let it.

“Okay, I think I have a little more faith in your spot now that we’re here.” You settle across from Javier at the picnic table you managed to snag nearby, eyeing the food as he sets it out between you.

He smirks, raising an eyebrow. “You doubted me?”

“Just a little.” You pinch your thumb and finger together with a playful grin, scrunching your nose as you laugh. His lopsided smile makes an appearance, sending your heart into a flutter.

“Then I’ll let the food do the talking. Let that be my ‘I told you so.’”

“Oh, please, I don’t need to hear that twice in one day.”

As you stick your straw into your cup of hibiscus agua fresca, the sweet flavor hits you instantly, and you let out a delighted little hum without even thinking.

His gaze snaps to you, amusement lighting up his eyes. “Someone’s already beaten me to it?”

“Connie,” you confess, dragging your tray of tacos closer and inhaling the smell that makes your stomach practically growl. “She helped me pick this outfit, you know, since someone here was pretty vague on the details.” 

He chuckles, reaching for the salsa verde and giving his tacos a generous drizzle before handing the bottle over. “I told you we’d be outside. I thought that’d be enough.” 

You take it from him, fingers brushing together, and damn if your skin doesn’t actually tingle. “Honestly, I was expecting more of a steakhouse vibe.”

He gives a soft scoff, looking amused. “That’s not really my style. I’d feel like a total fraud…” he pauses, studying your expression, “unless that’s what you wanted. I could do it if that’s what you’re into.”

Your tongue darts over your lower lip as you take in his thoughtfulness. “Nah. This is...perfect, actually.”

A light sparks in his eyes at your word choice. “Perfect, huh?”

You playfully roll your eyes, “Uh huh, don’t get a big head over it.”

“So, I owe Connie for getting you in that skirt?” His voice is smooth, that teasing lilt unmistakable.

Heat climbs up your neck, pooling at your cheeks. “You like it?”

His eyes narrow slightly, that look dark and appreciative. “I think it’s sexy as hell, yeah. But in an effort to be more...gentlemanly—Te ves hermosa. Like always.”

Normally, you’d roll your eyes at him laying it on thick, but right now? You don’t mind it at all.

The attention feels genuine, his words dipping straight between your legs rather than floating on his usual bravado.

“Sweet talk me all you want,” you say, trying to rein yourself in, “but the real test of this date’s success? It all lies in this meal.”

He chuckles, and you’re grateful for the little shift, picking up a taco and clinking it with his, like a toast. The first bite is practically life-changing—the smoky, spicy flavors somehow better than you’d even anticipated.

“Oh wow,” you say, chewing slowly with a hand hovering over your mouth. “Not bad, Peña. This is actually delicious.”

His grin is smug, triumphant, and as he takes another bite, you’re momentarily distracted by the way his jaw flexes, muscles taut as he chews. And damn, if you don’t notice every bit of him in that damn leather jacket, his dark hair slightly tousled and looking as if he were some walking sex deity. 

You mentally curse yourself for already feeling way too into him. 

You chat lightly, going over the usual first-date questions. Somehow, even the simple stuff feels easy and natural with him—there’s something in the way he responds that keeps you drawn in, even if the questions themselves aren’t all that thrilling.

What’s your favorite color? When’s your birthday? Where are you from?

“Texas. And you?” he answers, swiping the napkin over his lips before balling it up, tossing it into his now empty tray.

So he’s a southern boy. That detail definitely adds to his charm. You tell him the name of your hometown, and then, after a beat, add, “Bit far from home, huh? Got family here?”

He shakes his head, reaching into his jacket for a pack of gum. He pulls out two pieces, offering you one.

Okay, another bare minimum act that’s got you all fucking blushy.

“Nah,” he says, chewing his own piece of gum. “It’s just me out here.”

“Your family must be thrilled about what you do…wait, do they know?” you ask, unwrapping the stick and glancing at him.

He sighs, scratching at his jaw. “My pops knows. My mom…” He pauses, a shadow of something crosses his face. “She passed when I was in high school.”

Your heart squeezes, a flicker of guilt making you wince. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t sweat it,” he interrupts gently, waving it off casually. “It gets tiring hearing it. But yeah, my pops and the rest of them…they don’t exactly jump for joy when it comes to my job. Guess it’s a good thing I stopped giving a fuck about what they think.”

The reality of it sinks in as you watch him across the table, his eyes distant for a moment. You’d never really thought about how it all might affect him (or any of the other stars, honestly) outside of sets and studios.

The world sees sex work as some kind of sordid choice, casting assumptions.

Sure, it’s got its problematic aspects just like any other industry, but with the puritan culture that’s plagued society since the beginning of time, really, it’s seen as such a devious thing when in reality; it could be something so beautiful. A celebration of the human body, of the unity between two people.

Whether you’re a woman or a man—you bear the weight of every stereotype, every judgment, and, especially, the stigma that comes with it.

You hesitate, but your curiosity gets the best of you. “Are you close with them?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he absently smooths his mustache with his thumb and forefinger, eyes thoughtful. “Yes and no.”

Something in his tone tells you this isn’t a thread to pull on right now. So, you pivot the conversation, deciding to leave that part of him for another night.

You glance at your tray, grinning. “This might actually be the best meal I’ve had in a long time. And I’m not bullshitting you.”

His eyes light up, that charming, lazy smile sliding back into place. “I’ll refrain from saying I told you so.”

You laugh, throwing a crumpled napkin at him, which he catches without missing a beat.

He leans in, his voice low. “So, now that I’ve won your approval in the food department, I’ve gotta finish on a strong note so I don’t mess it all up, right?”

You feel your pulse quicken “Sure do. Got anything up your sleeve, or is this where the gentlemanly plan ends?”

“I’ve got plans.” His voice dips, his eyes tracing over you, wetting his lips and that thudding begins to thrum faintly between your thighs. “Thought we’d take a walk, keep getting to know each other…” The suggestive way in which he’s speaking definitely gives his words a double meaning, “Then head to my favorite lookout spot. Best view in the city, hands down.Whatever happens to feel right can unfold after that.”

“Sounds like you’re anticipating something unfolding.”

“Can you blame me? You’re walkin’ around lookin’ good enough to eat.”

You feel a thrill dancing up your spine at his bluntness, “Boundaries still stand, Javi. I’m not sleeping with you.”

He chuckles, a low, knowing sound that sends your stomach into a twist. “That’s fine. I think I’ve shown we can have plenty of fun without crossing that line.”

Every electrifying sexual encounter hits you all at once, and as much as you’d hate to admit it, he’s right. 

No one has ever gotten under your skin or tangled your senses like he does. With Javier, the tension builds until it’s all-consuming—whether it’s the way his hands map every inch of your skin or his mouth works you over. It’s maddening, how easily he pulls you apart and leaves you craving more.

“And If I remember correctly, I wasn’t the one begging for more.”

A hot flash sweeps through you. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

He grins, not missing a beat. “Admit it, you like it.”

And as you share an amused glance, you can’t help but think… yeah, maybe you do.

The two of you walk side by side under the soft glow of the street lights lining the park. He flicks open his lighter, cigarette wedged between his lips, and you watch the quick flame as it lights up his face for a second before fading out.

You would usually mind the smoke, but somehow, with him, it’s just… fitting. A small indulgence that somehow suits his edges.

“Favorite music genre?” you ask, breaking the quiet.

“Would it be a cop-out to say a little bit of everything?”

“Oh absolutely.”

Javier pauses, a thoughtful look in his eyes as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. “Alright, alright. Probably rap. Used to be all about rock—my pops had me hooked young. But out here? My taste has gotten a little West Coast.”

“A Texan boy gone Cali,” you say, feigning surprise. “You love to see it.”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling as he glances at you, then flips the question back. “What about you?”

“R&B. Lauryn Hill and Destiny’s Child have provided the soundtracks to some very pivotal moments in my life.”

He nods, and for a while, the conversation flows smoothly from one topic to another—favorite childhood memories, the dumb stuff you did as teenagers, and random things you never imagined you’d share with him.

Javi raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I bet you were a teacher’s pet.”

“Teacher’s pet? No way. I was a bit of a know-it-all, but I had this rebellious streak,” you admit, “Got in trouble more than once for talking back. I just couldn’t help it.”

“Figures. You’ve got that fire.” 

Eventually, he flicks his cigarette to the ground, stamping it out before looking at you with a curious glint in his eye. “I gotta ask you something,” he says, his voice dipping just a bit. “And be honest. Why didn’t you like me?”

It’s not the first time he’s asked you this, but now that you’re seeing him in a different light, the answer comes easily, less defensive. “Okay,” you start, meeting his gaze. “I wasn’t a fan of how you... got around. And the way you’d micromanage every move during shoots, like your way was always best. Or how you’d just use your dick to get whatever you wanted.”

His silence stretches, and he takes out another piece of gum, nodding slowly as he listens. “And when we met, you were already trying to charm your way into my pants like I was one of your groupies,” you add, “Made it feel like you were always angling for something. I guess I just didn’t want to be another name on your list.”

He exhales, scratching at his jaw. “Fair enough,” he declares. “I didn’t always used to be like this. The whole showboating thing, it’s sort of… a front, I guess. When I started, I had to become a different version of myself. This cocky asshole who had his shit together because… fuck, I didn’t know what else to do. After the bullshit back home, I needed the distance. I needed to prove something.”

There’s something in his tone that pulls at you, but you don’t press. You’re surprised he’s even sharing this much.

“The women, the confidence—all of it. Figured that’s who I had to be to make it. And it worked up until you left… when I realized just how fucked things had gotten for me. After walkin’ out on Robbie, I’ve been trying to be more careful with the jobs I take but fuck, it’s hard.”

This man—this smooth, confident guy you thought you had all figured out—carries more than his rugged allure and that killer smile.

Sympathy blossoms, the kind that grows for someone who’s managed to build walls without even meaning to.

The details remain unsaid, and though curiosity simmers, you let the silence hang.

“You’ll figure it out, Javi. Life has a funny way of kicking you when you’re down, but somehow, things start falling into place eventually. Might sound like a bad fortune cookie, but it’s true.”

His gaze intense and warm under the park lights, brown eyes looking softer, shadows dancing across his face. The way he looks at you makes your legs shake.

You can’t help the small, vulnerable smile that plays at your lips as you wonder if maybe, just maybe, this moment is worth disregarding your own rules for.

His eyes flicker down to your mouth almost on instinct, and you’re caught in a breath, almost tempted to close the space and feel those lips on yours.

But instead, you let the moment breathe between you, keeping the tension electric, and he’s the one who finally breaks the silence. “Thanks nena. Here’s to hopin’ I don’t have to make a trip down to the unemployment office.” He jokes with a laugh that pulls one out of you too, “Let’s head back. Got one more thing to show you.”

As you both turn back towards his truck, he reaches for your hand again, his fingers curling around yours, gentle and reassuring. You lean into him, resting your head on his arm as you walk. It feels natural, like you’re both finally seeing each other, piece by piece, without all the defenses.

A gentle breeze passes through as you lean against the hood of Javier’s truck, taking in the iconic view.

The twinkling city lights are sprawled out in front of you, while the Hollywood sign looms large and proud in the background. You’ve avoided tourist traps since you moved to LA. Dealing with the general public and pornstars on sets on a daily basis already felt like a big enough dose of Hollywood.

Tonight, though, there’s some kind of magic in being here and you can see why people find themselves drawn to it. Maybe it has something to do with the handsome man beside you.

“You bring all your dates here?” you ask, teasingly.

Javier rubs his lips together, a quiet smile flickering at the edges. “I don’t go on many dates, believe it or not.” He inches a little closer, draping his arm around your shoulder.

“Oh wow, Peña. So smooth.” You roll your eyes, but you can’t ignore the steady, intoxicating scent of him, the one that’s been teasing you all night, and how it engulfs you entirely.

There’s a warmth that reaches from his body to yours, one you can’t help but lean into as your hand finds his, fingers lacing loosely.

Resting your head just near his chest, you feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath, solid and steady.

“Can’t let this night end without you knowin’ what my intentions are.” He pauses, then adds, “I want to keep seeing you.” His words melt into the night as he dips his head to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his face nuzzling softly into your hair.

Your breath catches for just a moment, and he feels it too, the faint hesitation creeping in.

Because the truth is, you’re not sure exactly what you want from this. A relationship? A fling? Could you handle being with someone whose job meant fucking other people—even if emotions are fully detatched?

You draw away slightly, positioning yourself to stand between his legs now as he leans against the truck, watching you, a question in his eyes.

“Tonight was wonderful. Better than a lot of first dates I’ve been on…” you trail off, and he quirks an eyebrow, a hint of concern already flashing in his eyes.

“But…?” he prompts, his voice soft but wary.

“Look, I have the utmost respect for what you do. I know what it takes, if anyone can understand what you actors go through, it’s me and all the other crews out there. I’ve seen shit hit the fan more times than I can count.” You twist your fingers, feeling the tension between wanting him and feeling hesitant. “But dating someone in the industry… I don’t know if I’m cut out for that.”

His shoulders drop a little, and he sighs. “Yeah… I figured.” He lets out a rough laugh, though it’s clear he’s disappointed. “Not the first time this has happened, or the last, probably. I just… I guess I was hopin’ this would be different.”

“It’s not about you, or… or the work. I don’t care that you’re in porn.” you say gently. “It’s just the idea of dating someone who—well, you know.”

He lets out a sigh, a heavy, defeated sound, and his eyes meet yours. “I know, nena, trust me. It’s a lot. I’m not holding it against you.” His hand runs over his face, frustration tightening his jaw. “It’s just…disappointing as fuck, but I get it.”

Before he can sink too deeply into the regret, of thinking he’s wasted a night taking you out, you reach out, catching his wrists and gently pulling his hands down. You’re close enough now to feel his breath brush across your cheek, and you hold his gaze, fierce and a little daring.

You’d be fucking stupid to walk away from all this without knowing what it feels like to kiss him, the man who’s wound you up so tight and left you as breathless as he has conflicted.

Slowly, you place his hands on your waist, leaning in until your lips barely touch his, your breath mingling together. You can practically feel his heart beating against his chest.

“Kiss me, Javi,” you murmur.

There’s no hesitation. His mouth meets yours, warm and certain, sending a spark through every nerve. His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you closer, and you lose yourself in him.

Javier’s mouth moves against yours like he’s savoring every second, his lips plush and gentle, taking his time. 

It’s all so new, so beautifully unhurried.

You meet his pace, moving your lips softly, feeling the slight press and release. When he parts from you slightly, you’re already missing the taste of his mouth, chasing after him.

Then he tilts his head and leans in again, deepening the kiss, his lips fitting against yours with more purpose. He presses closer, his body warm and solid, and you feel his tongue swipe slowly across your lower lip.

A shiver runs through you as you part your lips for him, and the moment his tongue dips into your mouth, a soft moan escapes you, helpless against the sensation.

The sound seems to set something off inside him. Suddenly, the kiss grows hot and urgent, his hands gripping your hips as if he’s afraid to let go, kneading the flesh there while his mouth moves against yours with a new hunger.

Your own hands find their way to his jaw, your fingers sliding up to frame his face, desperate to bring him closer, needing the taste of him to linger.

The feel of his mustache brushes against your sensitive skin adds an edge that only heightens every sensation he’s bestowing on you.

Your tongue meets his, every glide and stroke of it fueling an ache that spreads through you, heat pooling as your teeth clash slightly, both of you pouring months of pent-up desire and frustration into this kiss.

His hold on your waist tightens as your hands slide up to tangle in his hair, tugging at it, and he lets out a low, guttural grunt that gets your bones vibrating.

In one swift movement, Javier maneuvers you, switching positions so that your back is pressed against the hood of his truck.

The cool metal beneath you contrasts with the heat of his body, and one of his hands slides from your waist, strong and possessive, until it grips the plushness of your thigh, hitching it over his hip and pulling your core against his.

The friction, the way his body aligns so perfectly with yours, ignites every nerve in your body.

You gasp against his mouth when his hard length presses against your clothed cunt, right where you need him most. The pressure sends a surge of arousal pooling low in your belly, and you arch into him, craving his intensity.

Your own hands roam, sliding to his jaw, feeling the scratch of his stubble against your palm, then his back, his shoulders, reveling in the feel of him. His mouth moves from your lips to your jaw, tracing a slow, wet line down to your neck, where he leaves a trail of heated kisses that have you gasping for air. 

The burn in your lungs is nothing compared to the ache building between your legs, an ache that only grows sharper every time he ruts his hips against yours.

“Gonna make me cum in my pants kissin’ me like that,” he mumbles against your neck..

He drags his lips back up, brushing his nose against yours, coaxing you into another kiss—this one softer, more controlled, yet no less potent.

You’re breathless when you part again, but it’s as though your body doesn’t care, desperate to keep feeling him against you.

When he reaches the curve of your breasts, he pauses, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses over the swells, grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth just enough to make you shiver.

“Please, Javi,” you murmur, though you’re not even sure what you’re asking for. All you know is that you’re floating in this thick haze of desire, utterly lost in him, the feel of his lips, the intoxicating drag of his teeth against your skin.

His mouth curls into a smirk against your collarbone, and he lifts his head slightly, his hand sliding over the fabric of your top, shifting it down until your breasts are bared to the cool night air.

You gasp, eyes widening, instinctively sitting up straighter, a half-laugh, half-nervous glance flicking around your surroundings, instinctively pulling him closer to shield you.

His dark eyes meet your gaze, a flicker of mischief swirling with the lust there.

“Here? What if someone sees us?” you breathe, heart thudding in your chest as the chill hardens your nipples to sensitive peaks.

“No one’s gonna bother us, nena, te lo prometo.” Before you can respond, his mouth is on your neck, placing a soft, slow kiss there, licking a stripe and tasting your perfume.

His hands find your breasts, fingers curling around the supple skin, his thumbs brushing your nipples in languid circles that have you melting against him, your breath catching with each teasing stroke.

It’s impossible to focus on anything when Javier’s so in tune with every inch of your body, instinctively reading each gasp and shiver.

His hands are so skilled, cupping, squeezing, until one trails along your waist, playing with your pretty skirt with a firm, claiming touch.

It's the perfect push and pull that floods your senses with him, until you’re completely lost.

His scent fills your lungs, his taste lingers on your tongue, feeling his perfect fucking body against you, hearing his subtle grunts, your vision glazed over with tears of pleasure from how he’s making you feel. 

He watches your reactions, eyes dark and filled with a simmering hunger as you lean flat against the hood of the truck, giving him access.

His mouth descends again, and he looks up at you when he’s reached your breasts. “Not gonna fuck you, since I’m bein’ a gentleman and all,” he murmurs, the words hot against your skin, “but I am gonna get you off just by playin’ with your tits.”

The whimper you let out is animalistic, your legs wrapping around his waist, pressing him closer.

Javier’s mouth is unrelenting, lips wrapping around your nipple with a hot, wet pressure that sends electric jolts straight to your cunt.

His tongue swirls over the sensitive peak, teasing it, as his teeth scrape the aching bud ever so lightly, making you gasp. Then he shifts, sinking his mouth lower to nip, to suck harder, his fingers coming up to twist your other nipple roughly, pinching and tugging at it, making you cry and writhe beneath him.

“Oh fuck that feels so good.” You can’t help but be so vocal and he loves it, the sound of your voice doing just as much to get him off in the same way that his mouth doesn’t let up on your tits.

His other hand is no less demanding, gripping your thigh and ass with rough squeezes, the heat of his touch spreading through the thin barrier of your skirt. When he smacks your flesh, the jolt arches your back off the hood of the truck, pulling a breathy moan from your lips that has him smirking against your chest.

You’re soaked, and he can feel it, his cock pressing insistently against the heat of your clothed pussy as your hips grind down onto him, building a rhythm that he matches with his mouth.

His tongue circles, flicks, and finally he pulls at the hard peak with his teeth, sending another shockwave through your body that has you rolling your hips, more wildly against him.

He pulls back just enough, a string of saliva still connecting him to you as he murmurs, “Baby, just with the way you’re movin’ your hips, I can tell you ride cock like a fuckin’ champ.”

His praise lights you up, fueling your need. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you pull him back to your chest. 

He groans, his mouth latching onto your other breast with fervor, tongue flicking over your nipple rapidly before he pulls it into his mouth, the wet sounds of his lips smacking against your flesh, working your sensitive and pert nipples is filthy and obscene in the best way possible.

“So good, Javi… I’m so close,” you manage, the words spilling out unbidden.

He lets out a low groan as he adjusts the angle of your hips, pressing you firmly against his erection. The new angle grinds perfectly against your clit, drawing you deeper into the pleasure until it’s all-consuming, each nerve tuned only to him.

“Oh, god… Javi,” you gasp, feeling the familiar coil of pleasure tighten, your orgasm creeping closer with every pull, every flick, every grind.

Your body is on fire, trembling as you near the edge, your breaths coming in gasps as you hump him, completely lost to the intensity building.

Javier’s mouth alternates between your breasts, each suck and bite tugging moans out of you until you feel like you might lose it.

When his lips finally find yours again, his fingers replace his mouth on your chest, rough and insistent as they pinch and twist your sensitive nipples.

His tongue sweeps into your mouth, deepening the kiss while your body trembles, your jaw slack as you melt into him, moaning his name into his mouth as your orgasm breaks over you in a helpless wave of bliss.

Your body locks up, head canting back and hitting the material beneath you with a gentle thump as you wail his name out into the night. 

“That's right, baby, just like that,” he murmurs, his praise and gentle kisses softening the overstimulation into something even more intoxicating.

His mouth trails over your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, every kiss pressing into your flushed skin while spots of pleasure blur your vision.

As you go limp against the cool hood, Javier’s touch softens on your chest, his fingers now gently kneading the sensitive flesh while he eases you back down, his lips trailing tender kisses over each swell before pulling your top back into place.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his deep inhale followed by warm, nipping kisses, his mustache scratching your skin just enough to bring out a fresh shiver from you.

“Javi,” you whimper, barely catching your breath, utterly wrecked and starstruck, amazed that he brought you so much pleasure by just teasing your breasts and rutting against you.

“Yeah?” His voice is a husky rasp, a hint of satisfaction at his lips.

You giggle, breathless, “I… don’t even know…” You laugh again, and he joins in, that low laugh rumbling in his chest as he cups your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“You enjoy that?” He tilts his head to the side, smugly grinning down at you.

“What do you think?” you tease back, still panting, eyes half-lidded.

You can’t help but admire how sexy he looks with his swollen lips and mussed hair. 

“Wait you didn't finish—” You murmur, beginning to reach down to toy with his belt, but he catches your hand gently.

“Don’t worry about me, nena.” His gravelly voice reassures you. “Seein’ you like this is enough for me.” 

You frown, feeling like you should do something for him, but before you can argue, he’s leaning down to kiss you again, over and over, until you’re both sinking into another slow, heated makeout session under the open sky, everything else fading away.

You’re standing in front of your door, the glow of your porch light casting soft shadows over the two of you. “Thanks for tonight; I had a great time,” you say, though your legs still feel shaky from what happened earlier. 

Javier’s eyes linger on you, “Thank you for letting me take you out,” he says, his tone soft. “Even if… things aren’t ending the way I’d hoped.”

A frown flickers on your face, but you keep your tone light, forcing a gentle laugh.“We can still be friends, you know? That’s one hell of an improvement from where we started.”

But your attempt to ease the tension doesn’t reach him; his expression remains fixed, serious.

“I don’t think I can just be friends with you.”

Then he goes and says something stupid like that. 

“So, what now?” you ask, voice sharper than you meant, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “We just… go our separate ways? Pretend none of this ever happened?”

He looks down, his jaw tense, and the silence that follows is thick, each second feeling like an eternity. His eyes meet yours and he sighs.

“I guess so.”

You release a bitter huff, shaking your head as you turn away, rummaging in your purse for your keys.

Fine. Fine. If that’s the way he wants it, you’ll let it be.

He calls your name, his voice slipping through your defenses like a last-ditch plea, making your shoulders tense. You ignore him, wrestling down the tide of frustration and vulnerability clawing its way back up.

You’d told yourself you didn’t want to get involved with him from the start, and now it feels like you should have stuck to your guns. Would have been easier to just tell him to kiss your ass that day he came into the bar, seducing you in your apartment, then asking you out on a date that ultimately meant nothing.

You find your keys and jam them into the lock, refusing to look back.

The second time he says your name, it’s firmer, and you whirl around to face him.

“Javier, listen—before tonight, I didn’t think there was a chance in hell I’d ever be into you. But I gave you a shot, and turns out, you’re not that bad. You’re actually pretty fucking sweet,” you confess, half-laughing, but it’s tinged with the bitterness that you feel. “And maybe if things were different, I could see us together. But things aren’t different. They’re the same as they always have been, and I won’t make you choose between me and your job.”

“I could quit—”

You let out a laugh, loud and unfiltered. “And do what? You’re damn good at what you do, Javi. I’ve seen it firsthand, and yeah, most of the time it’s some pretty raunchy shit, but there’s something almost… artistic in it, and I’d feel selfish as hell if I was the reason you gave that up.”

He places his hands on his hips, shifting his weight, exasperation written in every taut line of his body. “Do I need to remind you that I’m a grown-ass man who can make his own decisions? I’m starting to hate this job, and I want you.  I don’t care if I have to work a hundred side gigs. If that’s what it takes for you to be mine, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

The weight of his confession makes your grip on the doorknob tighten, his words sinking deeper than you want them to.

“Javi, please, think this through—”

“You sound like my agent,” he interrupts with a dry laugh, flexing his jaw. “I’ve thought about it. It’s all I can think about. I can’t even keep my cock hard enough to fuck the girls on set anymore, and like I told you before—I’m not taking pills for that shit.”

He steps closer, and you feel a pang in your chest as his hand brushes yours, his gaze desperate, pleading with you to see him the way he sees you.

But it’s messy and it’s hard, and even if it’s everything you didn’t know you wanted, you’re terrified it might be everything you don’t know how to hold onto.

His hands slide up, fingers splaying gently over your cheeks, holding you as if he’s anchoring himself. “Please stop fighting me on this,” he murmurs insistently. “I know what I want, and it’s you.”

The intensity in his eyes roots you in place, brown and warm and so damn certain it’s almost overwhelming. You’re taken aback by the softness in his touch, by how steady his hands feel against your face.

He’s usually much braver in action than in words, and yet here he is, unwavering.

“And you’re sure?” you whisper, not sure you can even trust yourself to hold up your guard.

“Si, nena.” There’s no hesitation, no doubt, just a rock-solid conviction that somehow soothes your racing heart. 

“You’re not gonna regret this down the line? Not even a little?”

“Absolutely not.” His answer is quick and firm, like he’s spent every minute leading up to this one, getting ready to say it.

Oh, fuck. With him looking at you like that, you know you don’t really have any other choice but to give Javier Peña a shot at being your boyfriend.

“Okay… okay, Javi, fine. We’ll see where this goes, but if you start having even one doubt—”

He doesn’t let you finish, cutting you off with his mouth on yours, pulling you close in a kiss that’s somehow even more intense than you were expecting.

It’s deep and consuming, worlds away from anything you’ve ever felt, like he’s pouring everything he has into it, and you can’t help but lose yourself in him like you have been since the moment things shifted in your dynamic.

When you finally come up for air, foreheads resting against each other, you’re both a little breathless, eyes shining with adoration.

“So...we’re doing this?” he asks, a crooked smile on his face that makes him look boyish and so damn pretty.

“I guess we are.”

“Does that mean I can come inside?” And with the way his lips quirk up into a cocky smile, you know exactly what this motherfucker means.

“Nope, we’re taking things slow… and I’m not fucking you until you get tested.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “Fair enough. I can work with that.”

You kiss again, his mouth soft and so damn inviting that it takes all your willpower to pull yourself back before you’re tempted to give in right here, in the doorway. “Alright, Javi,” you murmur, feeling his breath linger against your lips as he bites playfully at your lower lip before letting you go. “Goodnight.”

He’s grinning, and it’s that smile that has a way of melting everything inside you. “Goodnight, nena. I’ll call you, set up our second date. Soon.”

The giddiness hits you hard—like back when Frankie was all about pursuing you, only it’s different this time and you don’t know why.

‘“I’ll be waiting.”

He quirks a brow. “I won’t make you wait too long.”

One last, lingering kiss and he’s gone, leaving you at the door, flushed, breathless, and completely jumbled in the best way possible.

“It feels weird being on this side of the bar,” you say, settling onto a barstool across from Connie. Javier slides into the stool next to you, immediately pulling you closer, his hand warm and possessive on your thigh.

“If you’re here to flaunt your relationship, you should start charging for it—I know I’d pay to see it,” Connie teases with a wink, already preparing your usual drink and turning to Javier. “And what about you?”

“Whiskey. Neat,” he answers, then leans into you, his voice a murmur by your ear, his hand slipping higher up your thigh, sneaking under the hem of your dress. “She does have a point, though.”

You smirk, pretending to ignore the way his fingers are trailing dangerously close to your panties. “Not sure I’d be any good on camera. Not like you, anyway.”

He chuckles and you can feel the heat between you two, that ever-present hum of lust you’ve been riding since the night he first kissed you.

It’s been blissful a month of dating Javier, and being with him is like no relationship you’ve had before.

You’ve found so much joy in the simplest moments with him—like when he fixes the little issues around your apartment that your landlord could care less about, or, the lively debates you have in the grocery store aisles, passionately debating which brand of coffee is better. 

Sure, you still haven’t officially slept with him, but that hasn’t stopped either of you from exploring each other. He’s kept his promise to make you feel amazing, finding delicious ways to learn your body without actually crossing that line.

It has only made everything feel deeper, sweeter. The way you make out like teenagers, unraveling each other in all the ways that matter, has been more than enough.

It wasn’t until a few days ago that you finally returned the favor, slipping into the shower with him and blowing his mind in every sense of the word, until he was helplessly spilling down your throat. Your jaw’s still a little sore from how eagerly you’d gone down on him, the memory of his breathless groans seared in your mind. 

Tonight, he’d asked you to be his girlfriend, officially. He’d planned this whole evening at a rooftop restaurant, it was a little too fancy, but he looked at you like he couldn’t believe his luck.

The restaurant itself was overpriced and borderline ridiculous, but you two had made a game of it, teasing and laughing over the small portions and the pretentious plating. 

He even surprised you with a beautiful pair of earrings that you immediately put on, and he looked so damn proud when you showed them off.

Now you’re here at Lucky’s, both of you a bit overdressed, not ready to call it a night yet.

You can feel Javier’s gaze on you, intense and unwavering. “Baby, you’d be a fucking sight,” he says, teeth grazing your earlobe before he bites down gently, his warm breath tickling your skin and sending a shiver through you. You can’t help but giggle, feeling breathless and flushed as he plants a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Why are you two all dressed up?” Connie asks, setting your drinks down with a raised brow.

“Went out for dinner at the most overpriced spot I’ve ever set foot in. Easily spent my entire Friday night’s tips, and I’m still hungry.”

“Not only does that sound like a waste of time, but it’s definitely not your style.”

Javier leans back, one arm draped over your barstool. “To clarify: she didn’t spend a damn dime,” he interjects, “I had to take her somewhere special to ask her to be my girl,” he says, voice dripping with smooth confidence as he raises his glass for a sip.

Connie’s eyes light up, and your cheeks flush. “Consistent dick is the ultimate antidepressant. Trust me, I’d know,” she says with a wink.

You laugh at her bluntness, and fall into an easy rhythm of conversation, her giving updates on things with Steve, then gushing over the earrings Javier had gifted you earlier.

Just as you’re leaning in to admire them together, you notice a figure approaching. A woman, older and stunningly beautiful, glides up to the bar—her gaze fixed squarely on Javier.

“Javier, is that you?” Her voice is low, sultry, every word dripping with familiarity as she slides up beside him, her gaze unmistakably hungry. “Dios mío, mira qué guapo te has puesto, mi amor.”

Your head snaps up, conversation with Connie dissolving as Javier stands, greeting her with a hug that makes you do a double take.

You share a look with Connie, her expression mirroring the curious frown you feel. She raises her brows, silently mouthing, Who is that?

I don’t know, you mouth back, jealousy twisting in your stomach as you glance back at them.

They part, but her hands linger a moment too long on his chest, her manicured fingers trailing down. Javier very politely but firmly moves them away, a small frown creeping onto her face.

“Judy, long time no see.” His tone is courteous but distant. “This is my girlfriend,” he says, his voice warm as he makes the introduction, stepping back to your side, positioning you squarely in her line of sight.

You’re about to revel in the term girlfriend rolling so easily off his tongue, but her eyes lock onto you with a chill that runs down your spine. Standing your ground, you straighten, meeting her gaze head-on.

She’s stunning, her hair tastefully graying in elegant streaks against her rich brunette, her makeup precise and expensive. The smile lines around her mouth only enhance her aging beauty and if it weren’t for the absolute diabolical vibes you’re getting from her, you would have complimented how good she looks.

The tailored outfit, chunky gold bracelets, diamond-studded earrings and matching necklace leave no question—she has money.

What she’s doing at a dive bar like Lucky’s is beyond you, but maybe LA has its fill of pretentious types everywhere.

“Encantada,” she purrs, a fake smile flashing across her face before her focus shifts back to Javier. “¿Tienes novia? No lo puedo creer, Javiercito. Nunca me lo imaginé de ti.¿Sigues actuando?”

Her words drip with disbelief, her eyes giving you a nasty once over, and you catch enough Spanish to know she’s making a point to speak only to him. It’s like you’re just a side note, something to size up and dismiss.

Javier shifts, catching the tension in your posture, but she’s unrelenting. He responds curtly, “No, not with others. More solo work now.”

She scoffs, a haughty tsk of disapproval as she tilts her head.“No me digas que tu noviecita no te deja.” A mocking pout twists her lips. “Mija, if you’re going to date a pornstar, you’re going to have to deal with the baggage that comes with it. You don’t just get to benefit from him, from what I taught him.”

A flush of fury burns through you, and you’re on the verge of standing up, ready to beat her ass for her audacity. But Javier senses it and steps in, fingers pressing gently but firmly against your thigh, silently calming you down before you do something that’ll make him have to bail you out.

“It was my choice. Gig isn’t fun anymore,” he says firmly, a hint of irritation finally creeping into his tone. “We’re actually in the middle of a date, so if you wouldn’t mind leaving us to it…”

She glances between the two of you, clearly displeased at being dismissed but not quite willing to push her luck. Her smile turns syrupy, and you roll your eyes, signaling Connie for another drink. She’s failing miserably at pretending like she’s not listening in. 

“Of course,” she says in a sugary tone, eyes lingering on him.“Provecho. Si cambias tu mente, sabes donde encontrarme, Javi. We used to have so much fun together.” Her fingers trace down his arm a little too slowly, and she practically purrs, “Enjoy your date, sweetheart,” as she struts off, hips swinging with exaggerated flair.

But his eyes don’t follow, they turn to you.

Once she’s out of earshot, you raise a brow, waiting for some explanation. “So… who was that?” you ask as he sits back beside you, tossing back the last of his drink.

“An old colleague,” he says flatly.

You feel another surge of jealousy, and the second your drink arrives, you’re downing it in one go.

“Woah, nena, take it easy—”

“Is that normal for you?” you ask, unable to hide the irritation bubbling up. “Having fans… ‘colleagues’ just approach you out of nowhere, all of them ready to fuck?” You know your tone’s more annoyed than you intended, but the image of her hands all over him pisses you off.

He studies you, cautious, as if measuring his words. “Honestly? Yes. I’m very popular, baby,” he says with a crooked smirk, trying to lighten the mood. “I thought you knew that.”

You let out a sigh, guilt creeping in for directing your irritation at him. “I know… I do. There’s just a difference between knowing and actually experiencing it.” You try to keep the bite out of your tone. “It’s not like she was being subtle either. Looked like she was two seconds away from spreading herself out for you right here.”

There’s definitely an adjustment that still needs to be made in terms of dating a pornstar.

“I’ll be better about shutting them down,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Even if you do look hot when you’re jealous.”

You try to suppress a smile, rolling your eyes as he leans closer, brushing his lips along your bare shoulder, then trailing up to your neck, melting your frustration just a bit. He’s too good at this.

“I wasn’t jealous,” you lie, glancing sideways at him. “Also didn’t peg you as an ‘older women’ guy. I’ve only ever seen you with the younger girls.” Saying it even makes you cringe.

As if on cue, Connie, ever the observant bartender, swoops in with replacement drinks, eyebrows raised knowingly. “Everything good over here? I don’t need to call an ambulance or anything, right?”

You snort out a laugh, shaking your head. “No, Con, we’re fine.”

“Even though I wouldn’t mind seeing her kick some ass.” Javier teases.

She laughs, nodding at you. “Oh, you want to see her fight? Be here during a major sports event. Last year during March Madness, she gave this guy a black eye ‘cause he called her a cunt when she accidentally changed the channel, then ended up going toe-to-toe with his girlfriend.”

Javier raises his brows at you. “Seriously?”

You shrug, unfazed. “They asked for it.”

As Connie gets pulled away by some patrons at the other end of the bar, Javier turns to you, his expression shadowed and a bit more serious than before.

“When I first started, my confidence was shot. I’m talkin’ nonexistent,” he admits, his voice low.

You arch a brow, struggling to picture a less-than-assured Javier Peña. “Really? I’m having a hard time imagining that.”

“Yeah, well…” He lets out a rough sigh, “When your fiancée gets knocked up and leaves you at the altar for the guy she’s been cheating on you with, that tends to happen.”

You choke on your drink, and your hand flies to your chest, eyes wide. He glances at you, his concern slipping past his own discomfort for a second. You wave him off as you try to get it together, the words still rattling around in your mind.

“Sorry—what?” you finally manage, hardly believing what you just heard.

“Didn’t mean to dump it on you like that,” he says, leaning on the bar, his fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic beat on the counter, his gaze cast downward.

“Hold up. You were engaged?” You can’t help but lean in, your curiosity clawing to the surface. “And she left you?” You’re struggling to piece it all together, mind spinning through images of the man sitting next to you, younger and heartbroken.

“Yeah,” his jaw twitches. “Her name was Lorraine. We were high school sweethearts—whole ‘marry your first love’ thing.” There’s a hard edge in his voice now, his fingers gripping the glass a bit tighter. “Thought I’d have the life, fill a house with kids, do the whole all-American family bullshit.” His words are bitter, the resentment so clear you almost feel it yourself. 

He takes a breath, rubbing the back of his neck before continuing. “Wedding day comes around and she’s gone. Left some half-assed note saying she ‘couldn’t do it,’ and her sister finally broke down and told me what was really going on. She’d been screwing her boss. He got her pregnant.”

There’s a crash behind the bar as a glass shatters. You glance over to see Connie, her face red, scrambling to clean it up with an embarrassed apology. You can’t blame her for listening in—you’re feeling a similar gut punch. 

You knew there was something that happened that made him jump the gun and move to California, now, you know what it is. An ain’t shit ex.

“Javi, that’s fucked. I can’t even begin to imagine how much that must have hurt.”

He gives a small nod, lifting his glass and taking a slow sip.

From where you’re sitting, you can see his profile in the low light—his strong nose, the gentle curve of his cheekbones, those lips that naturally form a pout when he’s deep in thought.

"I tried to keep it together, but that town became… suffocating. The looks I got…” Javier’s voice trails off as he shakes his head. “So I packed my shit, said goodbye to my pops, and just started driving. Stopped in all sorts of places, did some sightseeing, trying to figure things out.” A hint of a smile plays on his lips. “Ended up here, and Steve was the first friend I made. That asshole’s the one who got me into porn.”

Your brows shoot up, surprised yet again by his story’s unexpected turns. “Steve? Oh god, don’t tell me he used to do it too.”

Javier smirks, amusement dancing in his eyes. “He did a few flicks. Nothing groundbreaking like me.” He says all cheekily, and you can’t help but nudge him. “So, yeah, I started out for a few bucks. Wasn’t so hot in the beginning—and then I met Judy.”

At the mention of her, your face twists involuntarily, and he notices but ignores your reaction. 

“She taught me most of what I know, and we shot a lot of projects together. People liked what they saw, and after a while, I started getting paired with older co-stars. That kinda became my thing. MILFs and cougars,” he says, his gaze tracing your features to gauge your response. 

You’re still reeling from everything he’s told you so far, marveling at the many lives this man has lived before finding his way to you. “That explains a lot, actually,” you say, your thoughts slipping out with your words.

It now makes sense why he’s so damn good at foreplay. Skills like his? They’re honed under women who know exactly what the fuck they’re talking about, who aren’t shy to take what they need.

Suddenly, your own insecurities begin to simmer and you wonder if you’ll ever amount to the women before you.

He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Yeah? Like what?”

You glance up, unflinching. “Like the fact that you can fuck.” Your bluntness pulls a laugh out of both of you—his full of mischief, yours tinged with nerves.

“Not a problem, is it?” he asks, that signature smirk softened, yet curious.

It’s a loaded question, so you take a sip, buying a little time before answering. “What, that you can fuck?”

He laughs again, more genuine this time, a sound that melts some of the tension inside you.

“No, nena,” he replies, still grinning. “Everything else.”

The laughter fades, and for a moment, you sit in the quiet, watching tiny droplets slide down the condensation on your glass.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for honesty. “It’s not a problem, Javi. But… if I’m being real with you, I don’t feel up to par with what you’re used to.”

You can tell from the way his face falls into a scowl that he doesn’t like how you’ve phrased it. “What I have with you is different, cariño. Not something scripted for a camera.” 

“I know that, but still. You’re used to professionals—people who know exactly what to do, how to look, how to please. Me?” You let out a shaky laugh, grimacing at your self deprecation, and your gaze falls to the drink in your hand. “You’re lucky if I even get on top.”

As the last word falls, your cheeks flush with embarrassment, feeling raw and exposed at a fucking dive bar.

Before you can turn further away, Javier leans in close, gently catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His expression is nothing but tender, his dark eyes soft.

“Hey, stop that,” he murmurs, his voice so gentle it’s almost a whisper. “You’re more than enough. Trust me.” His fingers stroke softly along your jaw, lingering. “I wasn’t looking for a waxed-up, camera-ready professional. I wanted something real and I found you.”

Your heart stirs at the depth in his voice. He lets out a small breath, his thumb brushing the curve of your cheek. “I know you’ve got your hang-ups, and I get it. I’ve been there. It’s… hard to feel like you’re enough when you’re constantly comparing yourself to people who don’t even matter. But I’m tellin’ you, baby, it shouldn’t be like that with us.”

He shifts a little closer, his gaze earnest. “I’ll help you feel more confident the way someone once did for me. But the difference? I’m givin’ you everything. Not just sex, not just some half-hearted attempt. I’m here—all in.”

You swallow the mix of emotions he’s just poured into you—gratitude, desire, and a newfound trust that fills the spaces where your insecurities had settled.

Your eyes search his, words catching in your throat as you try to express everything you’re feeling. But instead of speaking, you reach for the hand at your face, your stare steady as you quietly murmur, “Let’s go upstairs.”

You stumble through the door, bodies pressed close as you and Javier crash into the walls of your apartment, lips never parting for more than a heartbeat.

Your hands roam each other’s bodies, his fingers tracing down your spine, your own tugging eagerly at his shirt, popping buttons until it falls open, greedily feeling up on his warm and toned chest.

His belt follows, clinking to the floor, and as you kick off your heels, you barely register the sound of them hitting the ground—lost in the heavy rhythm of your pulse, the taste of his mouth, the roughness of his scruff.

He sinks down onto the edge of your bed, and you move to straddle him, but he catches you just in time, leaning back a bit with a smirk. “Take your dress off…” he orders, his voice gravelly as his eyes travel hungrily over you, biting his lower lip.

Your heart races as you take a few steps back, antsy fingers reaching for the zipper at your side.

“Slowly,” he adds, and you slow down, teasing him as you draw the zipper down until your dress is loose against your skin.

Holding it to your chest with one hand, you turn around, letting it slip and fall in a gentle whisper to the floor, leaving you standing in just your underwear.

His satisfied hum makes you shiver, and you feel his gaze burn down your back, over the curve of your hips, your thighs.

Looking over your shoulder with a flirty smile, you catch his eye, and he grins in return.

“Turn around, baby, let me see you.”

You turn to face him, nerves quieted by the way he’s looking at you—as if he’s seeing you naked for the first time.

He lets out a soft, almost reverent groan, then extends his hands, urging you closer. You step forward, your hands finding his shoulders as you finally straddle his lap, his warmth searing through you. 

His mouth captures yours, rough hands sliding up to cup your breasts, teasing your nipples until you’re trembling, gasping against his lips as you remember what happened the last time he toyed with you like this.

“Javi…” you whisper his name, your voice barely a breath as you pull away just enough to speak, eyes meeting his. “I want you. All of you.” You lean in to kiss him again, fervent, moving to trail your lips along his jaw, nipping lightly.

“I want you to fuck me.” You say it firmly, leaving no room for doubt, wanting him to understand exactly what you need.

He groans deeply, his hands dropping to grip your ass and pull you closer. “Are you sure?” his nose brushes along your neck, his breath hot against your skin as you continue kissing along his jaw.

“Yes, Javi,” you breathe out, voice thick with need, “I need you so bad.”

With practiced ease, Javier shifts you onto your back, stretching out beneath him as he hovers close, his touch claiming every inch of exposed skin. His hands trail over you, hot and lingering, and you feel like you’re melting beneath him, completely under his control.

When he finally pulls away to slip out of his remaining clothes, you see his gaze wander, fixated on something by your bedside table.

Following his line of sight, you realize he’s locked onto the purple vibrator you’d left out after using it the other night when he wasn’t around, leaving you to fend for yourself.

A sly smile tugs at his lips as he reaches over, picking it up and turning it over in his hand. “This little thing gets you off?” he teases, holding it up as though he’s sizing up the competition.

You roll your eyes, wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer, but he resists, firmly planted just out of reach.“When I’m in a pinch, yes. Haven’t exactly needed it much lately, thanks to you.”

A thoughtful hum escapes him as he glances between you and the toy, as if weighing his options. Then, moving back over you, he kneels between your thighs, one hand gripping your hip possessively, teasing the band of your panties, while the other holds the vibrator with a wicked gleam. “I think we could put this to good use tonight.”

The spark of excitement floods through you, making your thighs tense instinctively, hips lifting slightly in response. Javier notices, his smirk widening as he lets the band of your panties snap back against your skin, making you gasp.

His eyes darken as he watches you writhe, clearly savoring your every little movement.

“Oh, yeah?” you manage to ask, your voice breathy with anticipation. “How?”

Instead of answering, he switches the toy on, and the low, steady hum fills the room. His eyes never leave you as he drags it lightly over your pelvis, nowhere close to where you ache for him, but enough to make your breath hitch, a soft moan slipping out as you arch into his touch.

His grip on your hip tightens. “Stay still,” he commands, using that sexy bedroom voice of his that’s even more gravelly and deeper than his usual cadence.

Obediently, you settle back, watching him with bated breath. He keeps the toy hovering just above your soaked panties, tantalizingly close to where you need him most.

When he finally presses it down on your clothed pussy, just enough to tease, you let out a low, pleading whimper, your hands gripping the sheets as he works you over in slow, cruel strokes.

His stare holds yours, a silent promise that tonight, he’s going to take his time, making sure you feel every single second of it.

Your breaths come out heavy and uneven, your whole body tensing as you fight the urge to grind up against it, trying to maintain some composure while he has you pinned down beneath that slow, teasing rhythm.

Javier moves the toy in tight, deliberate circles, dragging it excruciatingly slow over your needy clit, the first setting absolute torture.

He’s in no hurry, watching with intense focus as you tremble, his eyes tracing every twitch, every bead of arousal that weeps from your cunt, dampening the thin fabric even more.

He keeps that maddening pace, and as the vibrations ripple through you, you feel the familiar tightening in your belly, an orgasm coiling dangerously tight, ready to snap.

Your nails dig into the duvet, a strangled moan spilling from your lips. “Oh, fuck, Javi—I’m… I’m gonna come—”

But just as you reach that edge, he pulls the toy away and turns it off, leaving you gasping, the sensation dissipating as quickly as it built. Your eyes snap open and you sit up slightly, desperate and hazy, locking onto him. “What the fuck?”

“Shh,” he hushes you, though there’s no denying the look of satisfaction on his face. Javi brushes his lips over the corner of your mouth, calming you with a soft, feather-light kiss. “Just trust me, okay? You know I always take care of you.”

You do know. This man has pulled so many orgasms right out of your body without even fucking you with his dick. That reassurance melts away your frustration from being pulled back from the precipice. You nod, swallowing hard. “Okay.”

Your lips meet in a kiss that’s so intoxicating, tongues sliding against each other, his hand skipping down your side to the band of your panties.

Slowly, he drags the fabric down, his fingers gliding over your skin, leaving a blazing trail as they go.

When he finally discards your underwear, you’re left bare beneath him, exposed and aching, while he still wears that unbuttoned dress shirt, his slacks riding low on his hips, half undone.

It’s annoying how good he looks—just dressed enough to drive you wild with impatience.

He taps your knee, urging you to spread wider, his gaze fixed on you with unrestrained desire. And the way he looks at you—like you’re all he’s ever wanted—banishes every flicker of self-doubt, every whisper of insecurity.

You let yourself open up to him completely, your sticky, swollen pussy on full display, pulsing in anticipation, needing him more than words can say.

His eyes rake over you with reverence, dark and smoldering as he drinks in every inch of yourself that you’re offering to him, his chest rising and falling a little heavier. 

“Always so fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your knee before settling back between your legs.

The vibrator flicks on again, and he traces it up your inner thighs, letting you tremble beneath his touch. You bite down hard on your lip, trying to hold back the urge to shout at him to stop playing around, to just give it to you.

Javier trails the toy along your slick lips, his gaze dark and hungry as your arousal drips out of your cunt, every inch of your body clenching with need. When he finally presses the vibrator to your clit, a shudder ripples through you, your back arching off the bed.

He groans low and deep, clearly savoring your reaction.

“Javi,” you moan, hips already grinding against the pressure as he keeps the vibrator in place, turning up the intensity to make you gasp, your body moving to meet it, demanding more.

“Feel good, baby?” he murmurs, his voice like smoke.

“Uh-huh,” you manage to get out, nodding feverishly, your eyes squeezed shut as you let the pleasure wash over you, helplessly rocking against him.

But just as you’re about to tip over the edge, he pulls it away.

Over and over, he teases, edging you with that relentless, maddening rhythm, each denial more tortuous than the last.

He alternates between fucking the toy inside you, pressing it against the fleshy cleft of your clit, and peppering soft, almost loving kisses down your body: your neck, your jaw, the valley between your breasts. His tongue traces your nipple in slow circles, flicking it just enough to drive you wild, until you’re a trembling, teary mess beneath him, desperate for release.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” he coos, stroking your cheek as he sets the vibrator to its highest setting, plunging it inside you. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy crying around it only fuel his hunger as he watches your face.

You feel his fingers cup your jaw, firm and unyielding, his eyes blazing into yours as you cling to his touch, mascara running down your cheeks, feeling so utterly wrecked.

“Please, Javi… please let me come,” you beg, your voice ragged. But he just tightens his hold, fingers digging into the skin of your cheeks, pressing the toy in deep as his thumb circles your clit, leaving you breathless. 

“Just when you think you can let go… it’s snatched from you,” he whispers, ignoring your pleas, dragging you to the brink only to pull the vibrator away once again, leaving you a shaking, furious mess.

A strangled sound escapes your throat, torn between anger and need, barely feeling like yourself.

Javier chuckles, bending down to nip at your chin, his teeth grazing your skin before his tongue traces a line up your jaw. “That’s how you’ve been making me feel for months now, nena,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “Driving me fuckin’ crazy. It’s only fair that I make you feel even a fraction of it.”

“Y-You’re an asshole,” you try to retort, but your voice comes out barely above a whisper, your tone more a helpless whine than any real protest.

He grins, mocking your pout with one of his own, voice dripping with feigned sympathy. “Don’t say that, baby. You’re breakin’ my heart.” He brushes one last kiss against your lips, pulling back just as you lean into him, already aching to feel him close again, his warmth a cruel tease.

He undresses fully, and your mouth literally waters as your gaze traces the sculpted lines of his stomach, following the trail of hair that leads down to his thick, throbbing cock.

The head is swollen and red, already dripping with precome, and you can’t help the moan that slips from your lips, your hips shifting instinctively, every nerve ending primed and desperate for him. You’ve been dreaming about this moment for so long, craving it with every fiber of your being. 

You need to fuck this man.

As he climbs back over you, his hands reach to pull you closer, your legs wrapping around his waist as if they belong there, your hands clutching at the solid warmth of his shoulders.

You pull him down to you, your bare breasts pressed to the hard plane of his chest, as he balances himself with both hands planted beside your head, his eyes burning into yours. 

“You okay?” he asks, voice soft, and you nod, kissing the corner of his mouth before tangling your fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Mhm,” you breathe, staring up at him, completely wrecked and totally ready. “I’m just ready to take you, Javi. Need it so bad.”

He groans, the heat in his eyes darkening as he adjusts his hips, hovering right there, just out of reach. “Go ahead, baby, take it. Put it in.”

His words are like gasoline to a fire, and a shiver runs through you at the sheer, visceral need in his command.

Reaching down, your fingers wrap around his length, both of you gasping as you feel the heat and hardness of him pulsing in your hand. You squeeze gently, stroking him slowly, and he hisses, rolling his hips into your grip.

You swirl your thumb over the head, spreading the bead of precome across his skin, the silky-slick texture making you dizzy with anticipation.

Drunk on him, on everything he evokes in you, you guide the head of his cock to your soaked, swollen entrance, rubbing it slowly against your aching slit.

The sensation has you trembling, but when he finally pushes forward, easing himself into you, you let out a loud, breathless whine. The stretch of him is so perfect, so utterly fulfilling that your back arches, your toes curling as your head falls back into the sheets. 

“Oh, fuck—Javier, you feel so good,” you gasp, your walls clenching around him, holding him deep as your body adjusts to every thick, pulsing inch. It’s even better than you ever imagined.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and uneven as he thrusts forward, filling you to the hilt. “Nena,” he grunts, voice ragged, “I’m not gonna last—shit.” He sounds as wrecked as you feel, his hips pressing flush against yours as he sinks in deep, your inner walls gripping him as if you’ll never let him go.

“Please,” you whimper, grinding your hips up to meet him, urging him on. He sinks his teeth into the delicate skin of your neck, sucking until he’s left a mark, his mouth hot and relentless as he peppers kisses and bites along your throat.

He’s holding himself back, giving you a second to catch up, but every inch of you craves him.

“Give me, fuck, gimme a second,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your collarbone. He starts to move, his thrusts slow and controlled, his mouth capturing yours in a heated kiss, your bodies locked together as he builds a rhythm, deeper and more intense with every movement.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in as he grinds just right, the coarse hairs of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit, making you babble helplessly against his parted lips, your own pleasure climbing higher with each thrust. “Right there, Javi, right there—I’m so close, please…”

He speeds up, his strokes hard and unrestrained, driving you to the edge. But even as he tries to keep his control, you feel him faltering, his body tensing as the pleasure becomes too much.

“Fuck—puta madre, nenita—you feel so good—” His voice breaks, and he gives one, two, three hard thrusts, burying himself deep as his release finally takes over, his warm, pulsing release spilling into you as he groans loudly, hips grinding as he rides out the last waves of his orgasm.

Your chest heaves with every breath, your body still humming with tension. As much as you’re flattered by his performance, you’re left tingling, unfinished, after all the edging and teasing he put you through.

“Javi…” You murmur softly, your hands sliding from his tousled hair down his shoulders, the heat radiating off his skin. 

He responds with a low grunt, still draped over you, his weight grounding you.

“Javier,” you say again, a bit more insistently this time, and he lifts his head, eyes heavy and glazed, looking at you as if you’ve just broken him in the best way possible.

You’ve never seen him look this wrecked, his breath still uneven and his face flushed—all because of you. Fighting the urge to smirk, you can’t help but revel in the sight of him.

Men can be sensitive about finishing quickly, but he looks nothing but smug.

“Pussy’s too damn good, baby. Fuckin’ Christ,” he groans, a grin tugging at his lips, his words breathy and awed.

Now you let yourself smirk, feeling the flush of satisfaction. He nuzzles his nose against yours, murmuring, “Gotta make up for that.”

You raise a brow, intrigued. And then he’s moving, slowly pulling out of you, making you hum as the absence of him sends a small flutter through your sensitive cunt, his warm, milky cum trickling out and coating your thighs. 

With determination in his gaze, he begins his descent, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your sternum, his breath a delicious tease against your skin until he’s nestled between your legs.

His broad shoulders press your thighs open, and then he throws them over his shoulders, eyes locked on yours, his look nothing short of ravenous.

Javi nips and kisses along your inner thighs, each bite and lick sending sparks straight to your core. When he finally reaches your swollen, aching pussy, his thumbs slide over your folds, parting them to reveal the slick mess he left behind.

Then, you feel the first swipe of his tongue, warm and slow, tasting you both. His groan is deep and low, the sound vibrating against you as he begins to devour you, licking and slurping at your mixed arousal with a hunger that’s overwhelming. 

You can’t hold back—you’re too wound up, too sensitive, and you grab at his hair, your fingers twisting and tugging as your release crashes through you, every wave building on all the ones denied before. 

You’re left gasping, body arched and taut, thighs clamping around his head as you scream his name, mindlessly babbling through the pleasure.

“Javi! Fuck—fuck, yes, oh god—” 

He growls against you, mouth working as he drinks in every pulse, his tongue relentless as he wrings every last aftershock from your shaking body.

It’s beyond anything you’ve felt before, overwhelming and intense, leaving you utterly spent as you finally start to come down, your body melting beneath him, weak and utterly satisfied.

As he finishes devouring you between your thighs, you barely have a moment to catch your breath before he’s thrusting into you again, harder and deeper this time, with a fierce intensity that rips a loud, shameless cry from you.

Right, he’s got that pornstar stamina.

His hands grip your hips, pulling you up with him as he sits up, his brows knitted in concentration, his tongue peeking out as he watches you completely unravel around him.

“That’s right, baby,” he growls, “Gonna give me one more on my cock, show me how bad you wanted it.”

You used to roll your eyes at the exaggerated moans you’d hear on set, doubting anyone could actually be that good.

But he is that good. Beyond that good. He’s better.

Now here you are, body trembling, head thrown back, moaning his name so loudly it might echo through the whole building. Every hard thrust feels like it’s driving into the core of you, filling you so perfectly that the room spins. 

His grip tightens, hands splayed across your hips as he finds a rhythm that sends shocks of pleasure coursing through you. The thick drag of his cock hits every spot, and he knows just how to read every gasp, every shudder, adjusting his pace and angle to push you higher and higher. 

He pulls your legs up, folding them against your chest, his hips angled to grind against that one perfect spot that has stars dancing across your vision. You’re lost to him, mimicking those moans you used to scoff at, now higher and even more desperate as he laughs, deep and husky.

“Got you singin’ like a fuckin’ bird, nenita,” he teases, his laugh tapering off into a low groan. “And to think you didn’t want this. Now look at you—all fucked out and creamin’ on my cock”

Your bed creaks with every hard thrust, the scent of sex thick in the air, but all you can focus on is him—his rough hands, the way he looks down at you, utterly in control.

He’s all you can feel, all you can breathe, and as he digs his nails into the plush skin of your thighs, you know you’re on the edge, your pussy clenching tightly around him. 

Your gaze meets his, and somehow you manage a blissful, shaky smile, a small act of defiance just before he pushes you over.

“There she is,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Come on, baby—let me feel it.”

“Javi… oh my fuck, I’m coming!” The words are a gasp, strangled and desperate, as your body locks around him, your orgasm crashing through you in waves that leave you breathless, gushing around his cock as every muscle in your body clenches tight.

It feels like you’ve drifted to the heavens, like he’s drawn out every last ounce of strength from you. 

You’re dazed, floating, but he’s still there, whispering to you, “Good girl, that’s it. I’ve got you,” his voice a warm balm as he slows his movements, matching the rhythm of your aftershocks, soothing you with each gentle thrust as he holds you close.

Your body shudders, tiny jolts of overstimulation sparking through you as he stays with you, coaxing you back down from the edge, until you’re nothing but a soft, sated mess in his arms.

He gently eases your legs down, pulling out of you with a slow, tender touch before settling by your side. 

His arms wrap around you, drawing you in close as you both lie there, utterly spent, skin warm and sticky from sweat and the lingering traces of your wild fucking.

His lips press a soft kiss to your forehead, and you let out a contented sigh, burrowing into his chest. You crave the solid weight of his body, the grounding warmth of him as you slowly come back to reality.

“You’re not real,” you mumble into his chest, your voice muffled but laced with awe. His chuckle vibrates against your cheek, a low, comforting sound that makes you smile even wider.

“I’m very real, and very yours, nena,” Javi replies, his hand drifting lazily up and down your back in gentle strokes that make you melt even further. The warmth of his words seeps into you, and your heart flutters.

You lift your head, resting your chin on his chest, and take a moment to really admire him: the deep brown of his eyes, the dark sweep of his lashes, the fullness of his mustache, and that defined jaw you love tracing your fingers along.

Your hands wander, tracing faint shapes on his shoulders, running over the hard lines of his triceps, relishing the feel of him beneath your fingers.

“I need a shower. And to change these sheets,” you murmur, glancing around at the disheveled bed.

“Yeah, someone made quite the mess,” he teases, pinching your ass, which makes you yelp and swat his chest with a playful smack.

“Asshole,” you grumble, but he just laughs, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that’s softer, and you melt into him all over again.

“I’ll go start the shower for you, then change the sheets while you’re in there.”

“Catering to my every whim already? I just became your girlfriend,” you tease.

“Yeah, and I’m trying to keep it that way for the foreseeable future,” he says, brushing a quick, sweet kiss on the tip of your nose before slipping away from you.

You can’t help the little pout that forms as he sits up, rolling his shoulders back, his muscles jolting, which makes you weak in the knees.

You watch him as he moves throughout your room then into your bathroom, your eyes trailing over every muscle, every line of his body, unable to resist biting your lip.

He really is gorgeous—so damn hot—and he’s all yours.

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𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 + 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊

pairing : nct dream (00 line + mark) x gn!reader (afab anatomy)

contains : dirty talk obvi, dom/sub dynamics, cursing, degradation (hyuck), mentions of public sex (hyuck), mentions of a size kink (jeno) dumbification (jaemin)

a/n : i think read more just hates me so i’ll try to add it later </3 finally felt motivated enough to write this so here’s this mess of a post <333 as always, feedback, asks and reblogs are appreciated <3

MARK LEE

mark’s shy with his words, much preferring to express his content through soft grunts and moans that escape his lips as he fucks you. he doesn’t want to say something wrong and accidentally ruin the mood, he knows how awkward he can be. sometimes, though, he stops overthinking it, just groaning whatever comes to mind under his breath, voice raspy and thick with lust. very rarely is he mean to you, unable to spit out the insults without feeling bad, unless he’s in a specific mood. it’s mostly praise, short, quick phrases that easily summarize how much he loves being buried in your pretty cunt, mumbled into the crook of your neck or your shoulder. mark curses a lot, not knowing what else to say for the most part, but it’s still hot, especially when you’re giving him head. he makes sure you hear every word, wanting you to drink in his praise, listen to how good you make him feel.

“fuck, angel, you’re so warm ‘nd tight, could stay inside you forever”.

HUANG RENJUN

renjun usually prefers soft love making over rough, fast sex but that doesn’t mean that his vocabulary only consists of praise and sweet words. he works you up with his words while his fingers ghost over your skin, lips brushing your ear or your neck. he likes telling you what he’s planning on doing and seeing your toes curl at the mere thought, nearly having you cum untouched; the ego boost that comes with that is just the cherry on top. he gets possessive really quickly too, telling you that no one else could have you like this, see you like this, make you feel as good as he does. while a lot of his dirty talk stems from his love of seeing you fall apart from him alone, it’s also a reassurance that you’re his as much as he is yours. renjun wants to hear you sob his name when he’s made you cum for the nth time and he asks you who’s the only one who can make you feel like this; he wants to know that he can make you feel good and that you don’t want anyone else. 

“what was that, pretty? say it a little louder for me. who’s the only one who can fuck you this good?”

LEE JENO

contrary to popular belief, jeno’s not as harsh with his words as donghyuck is. he can be mean, but you’d both have to be in the mood or piss him off for that. jeno’s not as vocal, but when he speaks, his voice is low and raspy, usually spoken with a smirk on his lips. he likes speaking against your skin or right before he’s about to kiss you because it allows him to see the goosebumps that form or the way you gulp. like mark, jeno curses a lot, usually followed by some praise about how well you take him. he always tells you how good you are for him, how your body was made for him in between his quick thrusts. he just loves seeing how small you are under him (we all know he has a size kink <3) and how small he can make you feel with his words. he loves listening to you moan about how big he is, how good he makes you feel, it boosts his ego and that feeds into his dirty talk as a response. 

“wasn’t sure i was gonna fit at first, pretty, but your pussy takes me so well”.

LEE DONGHYUCK

donghyuck is filthy with his words, using them to rile you up whenever he has the chance. he doesn’t sugarcoat his words, often mocking you with fake pity laced in his voice. his tone is mean and condescending, making fun of your inability to get off without him. he loves seeing just how desperate you are for him, for his cock, the words falling past his lips with ease. he makes you earn his praise and even then, it’s backhanded, calling you his good whore for making him cum. hyuck loves whispering in your ear when you’re out in public, seeing you squirm and squeeze your thighs together, trying to make the ache go away. it often leads to you pulling him into a bathroom or a fitting room or, if he makes you wait, the backseat of his car. every word drips with a possessive tone and it’s even worse when he’s jealous. you’re his and you know that. 

“flirting with my friends and still begging me for my cock? you think you deserve it after being a little whore?”

NA JAEMIN

this boy is full of praise and sweet words, even if they come off a little meaner than you’re expecting. how can he hold himself back when you look so pretty letting yourself be used like his toy? he always looks at you so fondly, eyes full with love as he fucks you, whispering those soft praises down at you or against your skin as he sucks marks there. he disguises the little bit of degradation in his words with his sweet tone and even sweeter kisses, calling you his slut while gently caressing your face and holding your hand. he’s quick to find the words that affect you the most and whisper them into your ear, starting off with a couple quiet praises, telling you how good you’re being for him, but with every orgasm he pulls from you, his words get just a little bit more humiliating. he loves seeing his pretty baby all fucked out for him, why wouldn’t he let you know how cute he thinks you look?

“my dumb baby, look so cute when you get fucked out from just a little bit of cock”.

[destiny-fics]

Interrupted With Hyunjin

[Hwang Hyunjin x Yang Jeongin x Fem!Reader]

Genre: Smut

Summary: Jeongin just wanted to borrow Hyunjin's hair treatment. But when he accidentally walks in on Hyunjin with his girlfriend, he gets a lot more than he bargained for. Jeongin’s not one to complain about it though.

Tags: Threesome (MxMxF), Bisexual!Hwang Hyunjin, Bisexual!Yang Jeongin, Sub!Jeongin, they’re not in love, but like they might be

Warnings: Smut, anal sex, making out, marking, oral (fem recieving), implied shower sex, getting interrupted while having sex, threesomes, pet names used: princess, prince, angel, baby, sweetheart, unprotected sex, please wrap before you tap

A/N: Idk if this is actually what I wanted it to be or I’m just overthinking too much, but anyway, here’s the second part of the Interrupted series! Thank you once again to @reynxseungknow for reading my mind and requesting these! I hope you enjoy!! Read the piece which started it all here

Smut under the cut. Minors Do Not Read

If you didn’t know any better, you would think that Hyunjin was trying to get you caught.

You did know better however, so you knew that him forgetting to close the door to his bedroom, let alone lock it, was purely because he was so focussed on you. And so focussed on you and him together, that anything outside of that was pushed to the back of his mind. 

Hyunjin had you naked from the waist down, tongue licking lazily through your folds, your hands twisted through his hair and mouth open in a silent moan when Jeongin walked in.

“Hey Hyunjin can I borrow that hair treatment you…what the fuck are the two of you doing?” Hyunjin sprang away from you at the sound of Jeongin’s voice and, much to your dismay, quickly covered himself instead of you, making you rush to cover up. Hyunjin scrambled to try and find an excuse as to what the two of you had been doing when Jeongin interrupted with an eye roll “I know what sex is Hyunjin, I’m an adult remember? Doesn't mean I want to see all of…” he looked you and Hyunjin over, a little spark in his eye, before finishing his sentence “that. No offence, but I know what it is. 

Hyunjin was now doing a very accurate impression of a fish and you rolled your eyes at him. You were not looking forward to having to deal with your very dramatic boyfriend once Jeongin had left. “We know, sorry Jeongin. We’ll make sure to lock the door next time,” you sent a pointed look to Hyunjin, who was still opening and closing his mouth in shock, as if under some kind of spell. “As for the guppy's hair treatment, it’s in the bottom corner of the shower, brown bottle. You can’t miss it.”

Jeongin laughed and gave you one of his famous gorgeous smiles “it’s okay y/n. I already told you, I know what sex is. Besides,” he gave you and Hyunjin another once over, “you both looked very pretty.”

Jeongin’s compliment seemed to snap Hyunjin out of whatever spell he was under and he glared at Jeongin, “yah! Yang Jeongin.”

Jeongin cracked up, “I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind joining sometime,” he gave you another smile and waved his fingers at you with a wink, retreating out of Hyunjin’s room and into the hallway to head to the bathroom. 

Once Jeongin had left, you sent Hyunjin a glare “glad to see you were in such a rush to cover me up instead of yourself,” Hyunjin whined at your words and walked back over to you, gracefully falling on top of you and burying his head in your neck.

“I’m so sorry my princess.”

“It’s okay my prince,” you kissed the top of his head gently, beginning to play with his hair. “I don’t think Jeongin minded that much.”

Hyunjin whined again at your words and it made you laugh “I’ve ruined my sweet baby’s innocence y/n.”

“We talking about the same sweet baby? Yang Jeongin? The Yang Jeongin?”

Hyunjin looked up at you with a raised eyebrow “How many Yang Jeongins do you know?”

“Ah,” you pressed a kiss to Hyunjin’s forehead, making him scrunch up his face with a smile. “So you are talking about the Yang Jeongin who propositioned us after telling us several times that he knows what sex is. That sweet baby, got it.”

Hyunjin scoffed “He did not proposition us y/n.”

“You wanna bet? If I asked him to come in here right now and join us, he absolutely would.”

Hyunjin grinned at the suggestion and pressed his face back into your neck “mmm, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sat up a bit and Hyunjin began to press soft kisses to your neck. “Hey Jeongin! Want to join us?”

You grinned when you heard Jeongin’s footsteps come back down the hall, your grin widening when he poked his head through the still open door.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

"Come over here then sweet baby," Hyunjin hummed against your neck, licking over your sweet spot to make you gasp. Jeongin practically sprinted over to the bed, kneeling on it, right next to you and Hyunjin.

"You know, I'm not that innocent Hyunjin," Jeongin snorted, pushing back some of the hair from Hyunjin's face so he could see the way his lips attached to your neck, sucking deep purple bruises into the skin. 

"That's what I tried to tell him Innie," you hummed softly, pulling Jeongin down to press your lips against his. Jeongin immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth with a pleased sigh. The two of you made out for a bit, Hyunjin still kissing and sucking at your neck, and their hands began to slide over your body. Hyunjin’s hands had a practised ease to them and Jeongin’s hands were eager, like he’d been waiting for this for a long time. And perhaps he had, not that he was telling you or Hyunjin that though.

He pulled away from your lips to breathe, panting quietly into the space between you. You smiled softly and Hyunjin moved to press a sweet kiss to Jeongin’s cheek “How do you wanna do this Innie? How do you want to touch her?” He licked the shell of Jeongin’s ear, making him shudder. “How do you want to touch me?”

“I-fuck,” Jeongin screwed his eyes shut as Hyunjin began to press kisses to his neck, sucking pretty love bites into the skin. You smoothed your hands down Jeongin’s arms to calm him down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

“It’s okay baby, just take a deep breath.” Jeongin nodded and Hyunjin grinned against his neck, detaching himself to whisper in Jeongin’s ear.

“You wanna pick up where I left off sweetheart? Have a taste of my girl?”

Jeongin nodded quickly “please, yes please.” 

Hyunjin grinned and detached himself from Jeongin so that he could move you all into position, Hyunjin sat up against the headboard of his bed, you in between his legs and Jeongin facing you, head near your centre. 

“Go ahead Innie,” Hyunjin prompted, spreading your legs further apart so Jeongin could get in between them. “Taste her.”

Jeongin didn’t need much more encouragement than that. He leaned down and began to press kisses up and down your thighs, missing the areas where you needed him the most. You whined softly at the teasing and Hyunjin giggled, kissing the top of your head. “Is he teasing you, my princess?” You nodded with a pout and Hyunjin laughed again. He nodded at Jeongin, “Be nice angel, she’s been so good.” Jeongin hummed and placed his hands on your thighs before beginning to kitten lick at your centre. You gasped softly, melting into Hyunjin, who pressed his face into your hair, eyes locked onto Jeongin. 

Jeongin was humming and groaning as he lapped at your entrance, collecting your wetness with his tongue to spread it around your folds. He drank up each desperate moan he pulled from you and responded with a groan of his own. His eyes were darting between both you and Hyunjin, not certain of which of you he wanted to look at. Hyunjin, upon noticing Jeongin’s clear dilemma, nodded down to you with a smile and Jeongin flicked his eyes to your face, gasping softly at how fucked out you looked already, from just his tongue. 

“Jeongin please…” you whined softly, wiggling your hips into his face, “please don’t stop.” Jeongin nodded quickly before going back to your centre, pulling another beautiful moan from you.

“He’s doing so well huh baby?” Hyunjin hummed softly, kissing the side of your head. You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jeongin pushed a finger inside of you, tongue moving up to flick at your clit.

“Yeah…he’s so good.” Jeongin almost preened at the praise and began to finger you properly, his fingers curling inside of you. His other hand, along with Hyunjin’s, kept your legs spread as your thighs threatened to close around his head. 

“I bet,” Hyunjin hummed softly, “You think he’s gonna make you cum?”

You nodded quickly, hips bucking into Jeongin’s face. He’d slipped two more fingers inside of you and nodded along to Hyunjin’s question.

“Please y/n, please cum on my face.” You looked up at Hyunjin after Jeongin had spoken and as if his nod was the trigger to your orgasm, the cord inside you snapped and you came with a loud moan of Jeongin’s name, hips still grinding into his face. Jeongin eagerly fingered you through your orgasm, stopping only when you whined in overstimulation. He removed his fingers from you and you pulled him up to kiss you, not caring that you could taste yourself on his lips.

“How’d I do?” he asked once you’d pulled away and you giggled softly.

“Wonderful Innie. You’re so, so good.”

Jeongin flushed at the praise and Hyunjin laughed softly before going to kiss Jeongin. The two of them kissed for a while before breaking apart to turn to you with twin grins. You tilted your head in question and their grins only widened, before they both moved forward, pressing you into the bed.

“What are you two planning?” 

“Oh nothing,” Jeongin sing-songed, pecking your lips.

“Just wondering how you feel about Jeongin fucking you while I fuck him?” Hyunjin hummed, moving behind Jeongin and smoothing his hands over the other man’s sides and hips. 

“Please, yes, absolutely,” you rushed out, cupping Jeongin’s face gently, “if that’s what Innie wants.”

At Jeongin’s nod, both you and Hyunjin sprung into action, undressing him quickly and pressing kisses to any and all skin you could reach. You watched each gasp and moan fall from Jeongin’s mouth and Hyunjin prepped him and you smoothed your hand soothingly over his arm.

“It’s okay angel, you’re doing so well for us.” You whispered softly and Jeongin buried his face into your neck, moaning softly. 

“Hyunjin,” he whined. “Please, please fuck me.”

Hyunjn removed his fingers from Jeongin before getting ready and tapping his cock against Jeongin’s asshole. You played with the hairs at the nape of Jeongin’s neck, soothing him when Hyunjin pushed inside. Jeongin let out a strangled moan into your neck, the noise tapering off into a soft whine.

“How you feeling Innie?”

“So good. So fucking good y/n. So full.”

"Yeah?" Hyunjin smirked, rocking in and out of Jeongin a couple of times to test the waters, smirk growing when he moaned again. "Like being filled by my fat cock?"

"Fuck yes," Jeongin moaned into your neck once more, rocking his hips back onto Hyunjin's length.

"Don't forget about our princess Innie," Hyunjin scolded lightly, giving Jeongin a particularly hard thrust to make him cry out. "You gotta fill her up too."

Jeongin nodded quickly and pressed a soft kiss to your neck in apology. "M'sorry for forgetting about you y/n."

"It's okay baby, we all get cock dumb sometimes," you smiled and lifted Jeongin’s face from your neck so that you could look at him. "Especially on Jinnie's cock."

Jeongin giggled, nose scrunching up, "You do?"

"I do," you kissed his nose to make him giggle again and Hyunjin thrust back inside Jeongin, the giggle tapering off into a moan. "But I wanna get dumb on your cock this time Jeongin."

He nodded in determination and wiggled his hips a bit before positioning his cock at your entrance, tapping it lightly against your hole.

You and Hyunjin shared a grin over Jeongin’s back and you gasped as Jeongin pushed himself inside you, filling you up immediately. 

“Oh fuck Jeongin,” you whispered, eyelids fluttering closed. He whined at the feeling of your walls clenching around him and pecked your cheek over and over to keep himself distracted while you got used to the stretch of him.

“You tell us when we can move, princess,” Hyunjin hummed softly, smoothing his hands over Jeongin’s hips and ass in a mildly weak attempt to calm him down. You nodded and after a little while, motioned for them to begin moving. Every time Hyunjin pressed himself into Jeongin, Jeongin was pushed into you. The sound of you and Jeongin’s moans filled the room, Hyunjin’s occasional groans accompanying the symphony of noises both you and Jeongin were making.

And if Hyunjin thought that you were stunning when you came, which you absolutely were, Jeongin could only be on the exact same level of stunning. He let out the most delicious groan as he spilled inside of you, filling you with his cum. His face was pressed back into your neck and fingers making quick circles over your clit to bring you to the edge. Jeongin continued fucking you through his orgasm, even if it was more Hyunjin fucking him into you, because he didn't want you to lose any of the pressure the two of them had been building up for you.

And that seemed to be the push you needed. You and Hyunjin let out twin moans as you both reached your ends, Hyunjin pulling out to spill over Jeongin’s back and you pulling Jeongin even closer as your walls milked him dry.

Once the three of you had come down from your highs, Jeongin pulled out of you and gave you a sweet kiss. 

“How’re you feeling y/n?”

“Perfect Innie,” you pecked his cheek “how are you feeling.”

“Fantastic," he looked between you and Hyunjin with a small, shy smile. "Thank you for asking me to join you both.”

“Of course Jeongin,” Hyunjin sat back on the bed, using the wet cloth he’d collected to wipe the cum off of Jeongin’s back and from in between your legs. “There’s no one we’d rather invite into our bed than you.”

Jeongin’s eyes lit up and he looked in between the both of you once more, “seriously?”

You nodded, sitting up and stretching a bit, “seriously.”

The spark in Jeongin’s eye was replaced with something a little darker and he stood up, grabbing your hand to pull you off the bed. “How about inviting me into your shower?”

Both you and Hyunjin laughed, Hyunjin shaking his head in disbelief “your refractory period is no joke huh?”

“It’s cause I’m young, you were like that too once,” Jeongin cackled, ducking as Hyunjin went to smack him upside the head.

“Yah! You little shit.” Jeongin laughed again and began to pull you out of the room and to the bathroom, Hyunjin chasing the two of you, eyes fond even as he cursed at Jeongin about ‘respecting your elders.’

Maybe your bed wasn’t the only thing you and Hyunjin would end up inviting Jeongin into.

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lowkey (jjk) | 14.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 4.6k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, alcohol consumption and intoxication, club scene, marijuana use (not oc or any of the boys), still some overthinking but peanut is doing her best to just take the days as they come, physical/verbal altercation, wounds (small cuts), mentions of bleeding (only slightly, nothing too gory), disrespectful toxic seokjin, first aid and caring for wounds, some awkward tension?

It was almost like the universe was trying to keep you two apart, or so you thought. You had seen less of Jungkook during the weeks, unsure if he was intentionally hiding away for personal reasons or just to be away from the crowd, not be the talk on campus. Even when you did catch sight of him, he'd give you a small smile, tug on his backpack strap and walk off with his head hung low.

You had no idea what it meant, had no idea if he still wanted to keep his word about being there for you, if he still even wanted you around— even as a friend.

But, you tried not to dwell on it, even post-accidental phone call that happened 2-3 weeks ago [you aren't even sure anymore, time flies]. You tried to remember that things were happening for a reason, things were playing out this way for a reason. If you and Jungkook were meant to be around each other, it would happen at the right time. It still didn't change the fact that you missed him, though. That you wished things didn't get so deeply complicated for no reason.

Besides, you had to worry about getting your O Chem test back today being that it was the last test before finals. Although you felt quite confident, you were still scared that you could have done terribly and this would ruin your rising grade. A grade that you worked so hard to raise.

Walking into class, Jungkook sat two tables away, the brim of his hat covering majority of his face as he looked down at his notebook in front of him. You kept your gaze on him, hoping he'd catch the eye contact and return it in your favor. But he didn't— never looked up once, even as people piled in loudly and slammed their things onto the table he was sitting at.

"Y/N!" Jimin taps the space next to him happily, another figurine poking through the open part of his bag.

"Where do you get these?" You tap the head of the figurine. He smiles as he brings it out of his bag.

"My dad. He trades and all this stuff." He rubs the side of the figurine, getting rid of any marks his fingers might have left.

"Who is it though?"

"It's from World of Warcraft, he's this villain named Arthas and he's super sick! He has sick ass armor, does all this cool shit—" He gets excited, but his cheeks become rose-tinted when he sees you smiling at him with a puzzled look on your face. He adjusts his position in his chair and shrugs it off, trying to be cool and smug about his explanation. "He's just a cool guy, you know? I had been looking for this for awhile and my dad finally got his hands on one."

"Well, I'm glad you finally got it." You give him a look of approval.

"Yeah, same." He looks at his figurine all smitten before placing it back in his bag. "So, the club tonight?"

"Depends on if this test will either make or break my weekend."

"Ah, I think you did well Y/N, have some faith! You worked hard." Jimin does a couple of light taps against your arm. "If you do get a good grade, club to have fun?"

"Yeah, I'm game if you guys are game."

"Always." Jimin nods and sits back confidently.

"We could always just hang out and play board games."

"We could, but me and the guys haven't been to a club yet."

"Touché." You look at him. "Must warn you, it can get a little hectic now that it's not just people on campus and their friends. People get sloppier, fights can break out."

"A thrill, I like it." He wiggles his eyebrows, making you snort. "I think I can handle."

"Hoseok and Taehyung, too?"

"Yeah, well. We'll see." He shrugs before opening his notebook. Dr. K starts class with his usual greeting, even though he's pacing around with all the tests resting on his arm. He talks about the class average being a little higher this time, and that he has better hopes for the final coming around the corner. He begins making his way around the room, finally making it back to you with a smile before placing your test face down.

"Shit." You let out a breath.

"Come on, let's see it." Jimin nudges you.

"Jimin, I'm scared."

"Of what? You're not afraid of anything. You've been doing so well, don't doubt yourself." You nod.

"Okay." You flip the paper over, eyes glowing at the big, fat A- circled at the top of your test. You quietly squeal, Jimin shaking his fists excitedly.

"See!"

"Ah god, that's a relief." You place your hand against your chest before biting onto your bottom lip.

"I told you." Jimin smiles. "So, after class, wanna hear my outfit ideas for the club tonight?" You nod with a tiny giggle.

"Sure. Let me text Sunmi to see if she can grab tickets for us now."

"How exciiiiting." Jimin sings as he flips his test over to a big A- circled on the top of the page as well.

"Hey." You call for him as you continue to keep your eye on your phone while you shoot a quick text to Sunmi. "How has your roommate been?"

"Quiet."

"Yeah?"

"Ya. We really don't talk unless we absolutely need to. Like 'hey, can u venmo me for utilities? thanks' kinda stuff. I feel pretty bad now, but I'm trying to tell myself that he deserved to get called out, you know?"

"It's okay, Jimin. He needed to hear it."

"You haven't talked to him since your accidental call?"

"No. I've barely seen him on campus."

"Just give him time."

"Do you—" You pause to look up at Jimin. "Do you think he'll go tonight?"

"Probably not. Sorry peanut, he's just been locking himself away in the room. Maybe he should anyway, get some time to reflect on himself." You nod silently, taking the tip of your pen to the blank sheet of paper to write the date as Dr. K begins his review for the day. Yeah, you were pretty bummed about it. You wanted to look good in front of Jungkook, get some kind of interaction going.

God, you felt so.. ugh.

It was one of those things where you knew what you needed to do, but you were too shy to do it. You would rather rely on small, coincidental interactions as a build up instead of going for it head on.

Oh well, tonight should be fun. You're pretty much smooth sailing from here on out, being that the final was just going to be a mix of all 4 tests and their questions. The boys were gonna experience their first club event in the city, and you just hoped to god nothing would go down for their first time.

Again, should have known better that tonight would be calm.

Sunmi is joining you and the boys at Hoseok's, dressed in your mini skirts, graphic tees and sock boots. You fluff your hair around a bit before turning to Sunmi, who is filling up the shot glasses.

"Oh gosh, you both look so pretty." Taehyung says in a starstruck manner as he comes in after getting dressed in the bathroom. "Jungkook is such a dummy." He mutters under his breath as he tucks his clothes away into his duffle bag, but Sunmi catches it.

"Yeah, well, let him be a dummy." Sunmi breathily responds. "Anyways, shots? We should get going so the line doesn't get too long for us." And so the pre-gaming shoots off quick, back to back shots are milked out until the uber arrives to take you all deep into downtown for the club. There's already a good amount of people lined up at the door, but luckily, there's a separate entrance for pre-paid tickets.

"Fuck, it's so dark, I can't see shit." Hoseok squints, his hands placed on your shoulders.

"Just follow me, we'll make our way deeper into the club where there's a little more breathing room." The five of you pile in in a single file line, marching through the crowd until you find some familiar faces and a little breathing room.

"Hey! The music!" Sunmi yells as she finally finds some room to dance around. "I like this DJ so far!"

"This is insane, there's so many people here!" Taehyung looks around while doing a little two step.

"It's stuffy." Jimin laughs, fanning away the smoke from vape pens people snuck in.

"Let's dance!" You tug on his arms as all of you start feeling the music, dancing and reciting along to lyrics. Some familiar faces from school join along around you, creating a more comfortable fun atmosphere for the boys. They start loosening up one by one, snatching a few dances from pretty ladies nearby before following you and Sunmi to the bar for more shots.

"You guys okay?" The boys yell and respond happily. "Good, let's take this shit and go!" Sunmi says, handing you a shot glass. Quite frankly, you could go without this shot of tequila. You're good. You're tipsy. You're having fun.

You don't need the extra tequila shot to make you extra turnt.

That's why you take it anyway. Fuck it.

As you're following the group back to your original spot, you get a little lost in the crowd, getting pushed left and right, causing you to fall behind a bit. When you're almost in the clear, another person accidentally bumps into you pretty harshly, causing you to whip your head around to see who the culprit is.

"Ouch—"

"Shoot, I'm sorry."

"Jungkook?"

"Peanut." He softly smiles, hands instantly wrapping around your wrists when he feels the crowd get a little rowdy again. "Hey."

"What are you doing here? I didn't think you'd come."

"Had nothing else to do."

"Did you come here alone?" But he watches as someone gets shoved into you, causing you to lose your balance and stumble. He gets in between and pushes you towards a less congested area near the group.

"Sorry, didn't want you to get hurt." You give him a small smile. "And yeah, I did." The both of you are having to yell over the music, even being inches away from each other.

"You drove?"

"Yeah, I didn't plan to stay long or drink."

"Oh." Is all you can say as you fiddle with your fingers.

"Y-You look pretty tonight." He scratches at his temple.

"Thank you." You blush. "I haven't seen you around campus as much."

"I've just been trying to work on some things—personal things." Someone still manages to brush behind you, making you stumble forward, hands landing on Jungkook's chest.

"Shoot, sorry. This is probably the worst spot to do this." You nervously chuckle.

"It's okay." He keeps you close by pulling at your elbows. "D-do you, maybe, wanna dance?"

"I, um—" You swallow the lump your throat, mouth suddenly feeling dry from the alcohol and how insanely close Jungkook's face is to yours. "I should probably go to the bathroom and find the group." You stutter on your own words.

"Yeah, right." He says, still keeping his eyes on you, thumbs gently and subtly caressing your elbows. God, he missed you being this close to him. He misses your face, your lips, your touch— everything about you. He's literally melting feeling your body against his. "I'll let you go." The way his words come out make you wanna stay in his hold forever; you don't wanna leave, you don't want him to let you go.

But, you step away anyway.

You step away and take one last look at him before you start navigating through the crowd to head to the bathroom. Your heart is damn near beating out of your chest, making you feel a little more woozy than you initially were before bumping into Jungkook. You quickly relieve yourself before dabbing your neck and your forehead with a wet, cold paper towel. You dust yourself down in the full length mirror amongst the chaos that's starting to ensue in the bathroom and walk out with your head held high.

Even though right at this moment, you could probably lose your shit.

You can see Hoseok looking out into the crowd with Sunmi hugged up onto Namjoon. Absolutely fucking fantastic to know he made it because now that means—

"Babygirl." Seokjin says coming in front of you and blocking your view. His eyes are droopy and glazed, hands immediately resting around your waist to pull you close [rather aggressively, shall I say].

"What the fuck, Seokjin?"

"Hey, we were dancing and being all close at Delta Chi, what's the problem now?" You try to push him off, but his grip gets tight. He looks completely cross-faded, the weed still lingering on his clothes. You wonder how he even got in like this.

"Are you crossed?"

"Hell yeah." He laughs. "Come here, baby. Want you to myself tonight." He pulls you close and instantly tries to latch onto your neck.

"Seokjin, stop— what are you doing—" You push him off and he stumbles back, anger boiling in his veins, clear on his facial expression. He scares you, especially when he gets like this. Seokjin was known to get pretty emotional under the influence, but cross-faded? He was a mess. You don't even know why you're surprised seeing him like this because it has came out before. It has contributed to one of your big arguments with Seokjin. It's just been a long time, and you weren't his girlfriend anymore. You didn't know how to handle this.

"Dude, you and Jungkook are over. That wasn't even shit to you, you said it yourself— it wasn't even real. Stop acting like a fucking brat Y/N, I know you don't care about that little nerd. We can make this—" He tries to grab for you again, but someone comes from behind you and shoves him away.

"Hey, get off of her." Jimin says, pushing him back. But Seokjin being taller, and much stronger, ends up shoving Jimin back and to the floor.

"The hell is wrong with you, Seokjin?! Don't touch him!" You smack his arm away from you before helping Jimin up.

"Who the fuck is he? Aren't you Jungkook's ex-friend or whatever?" Seokjin laughs, assuming Jimin was starting to make moves on you. Clearly, the boy has never been just a friend to any girl without slipping his dick inside of her. "Bold. This is fucking dumb, Y/N. What the hell were you thinking becoming their friend and shit? It's below you."

"Don't." Is all you can say.

"Or what? Jungkook's over you, baby. Move on. He's clearly hung up on Jen—" You don't know why, but that shit stings. Reopens wounds you were patching up. You feel the tears slowly welling up, even quicker this time around, as your body temperature rises. Jimin holds you close, unsure of how to even handle the situation at hand right now. Why the fuck was Seokjin crazy like that? Why was he so hung up on Jungkook himself? No one talks about his bestfriend like that.

"Pretty fucking tired of hearing my name come out of your mouth." Jungkook says coming out of the blue, jaw clenched. You reach for his wrist and tug on it gently while the crowd is already making a small circle around you four.

"Jungkook, no. Stop. It's okay—"

"It's okay that he keeps disrespecting you like this? Keeps trying to manipulate you like a psycho?" Jungkook turns to look at you. "No, it's not okay, Y/N."

"Disrespect?" He scoffs. "Manipulate? I know her better than you do—"

"Bullshit, Seokjin. Leave her alone, the hell is wrong with you? She already told you this was over. Look at yourself, you're pathetic."

"You really wanna start this with me, right here? Right now?" Seokjin gives him a push as he walks towards him, Jungkook pushing back with much more force. You back off to the side with Jimin when you realize the two are starting to swing, yelling for them to quit. Jimin tries to do his best to pull Jungkook back, but he truly can't, not with how rowdy they're getting [and you're afraid he'll get hurt]. Seokjin lands a couple of punches on Jungkook's cheek and upper brow area while Jungkook lands a couple of his own before pushing him back into the railing behind.

"Y/N!" Hoseok and Taehyung come towards you, while Sunmi is trying to get Namjoon to get the two to stop. "Where have you been?"

"I got lost and I bumped into Jungkook and Seokjin, and—" Suddenly, the crowd starts joining into the madness and you're being pushed yet once again.

"Crap!" Jimin tries to shield you.

"Break this shit up right now!" The bouncers come over and try to settle the crowd, grabbing Seokjin and Jungkook by their shirts. "Get the fuck out of the club! The hell do you two think you are starting this shit inside? Stay out!" They spit as they toss the two out onto the curb.

"Shit, we should go."

"God fucking dammit, Seokjin." Namjoon clicks this teeth. "We just got here!"

"You're dealing with his ass, not me." Yoongi says as he follows Namjoon and Sunmi out.

"Hey, hey, hey!" You say, getting in the middle when you see Seokjin and Jungkook ready to go at it again out on the street. "Stop!"

"Don't make me call the cops! Get them out of here, now!" One of the bouncers yells.

"Let's go! The fuck, Seokjin! What are you doing?" Namjoon pushes him away from the scene and has him keep walking. "You fucking idiot. I told you so many times to leave her alone, you're borderline crazy now!"

"Hey, you okay?! Are you gonna be okay? Do you want me to stay with you?" You shake your head at Sunmi.

"Go with Joon, I'll take care of Jungkook and the boys." Sunmi nods as she quickly brushes the hair out of your face and pulls you into a hug.

"Okay, get home safe. All of you. Text me as soon as you touch base."

"You too." You smile at her before she runs off to meet up with Namjoon, Yoongi and Seokjin— her curses at Seokjin and yelling heard from a distance.

"Kook." You run towards the boys who have pulled Jungkook down the street and away from the club. "Hey." You get in front and cup his face. "Let me see."

"It's nothing." He clicks his teeth and tries to move out of your grip, but you prevent him from doing so.

"Stop. You're hurt. Let's get you home, okay?"

"Hey, I'll drive your car." Jimin says, completely sobered up from all this random, sudden drama. No lie, he was still feeling a bit awkward being around Jungkook, but moreso felt bad for seeing him like this. For letting shit get wild like this, resulting in Jungkook getting hurt.

"Fine." Jungkook sighs and hands over the keys, pointing in the direction his car is parked in. Jungkook has a cut along his cheek, some blood pooling at the corner of his brow. The boys pile in quietly— Hoseok in the front with Jimin while you sat in between Jungkook and Taehyung. Everyone's quiet and unsure of how to handle this, suddenly being thrown for a loop. They hadn't said much to Jungkook since the night at Delta Chi and now they were all in a car with him? It's crazy how life works.

You keep your hand on your thigh, taking glances every now and then at Jungkook, who was staring outside the window. His hand rested on his own thigh, your pinkies almost touching. You feel bad for getting him in this mess, but he always stood by you, always believed you deserved the best.

No one has really stood up for you like that [special shoutout to Jimin, too]. You even had a hard time standing up for yourself at one point, so you understand the courage it takes— especially for a dick like Seokjin who's stubborn and selfish and fails to see beyond it.

You slide your pinky over his, biting onto your bottom lip as you keep your gaze towards the front. Taehyung is asleep next to you, head slumped onto your shoulder, while Hoseok is also asleep in the front seat with his mouth slacked open. Jimin checks on you through the rear view, offering a tiny smile before continuing to look out at the road in front of him. You catch Jungkook look over at you when your pinky touches his and you instantly become stiff.

Fuck, this is probably so dumb. This is so, so dumb. You won't forget the events that have unfolded between you and Jungkook, but god.

He wasn't anything but your fake-boyfriend-with-the-fucking-benefits, yet he took hits for you and you offer him your pinky?!

Your breathing almost hitches when he puts his pinky on top of yours and curls it. He keeps his eyes out the window while he manages to continue moving his hand over yours, softly, barely, intertwining his fingers with yours. But you keep him there, you want to keep him there for the rest of the ride home.

Hoseok and Taehyung get dropped off at the dorm so Jimin can grab his things and take you guys back to the apartment. When the three of you finally touch base at the building, he parks Jungkook's car in their spot before opening the car door for you and Jungkook.

"I'm good."

"You sure?" Jimin asks.

"Yeah." Jungkook winces as he rubs his forehead. "Honestly, just wanna lay down."

"Okay. Almost." Jimin says, getting the front door open. You quietly follow behind, kicking your shoes off to the side before tending to Jungkook in their bathroom. You take the towel he has in his hand, dampening it with some warm water and some antibacterial soap. You press it lightly against his cheek before moving to his brow, gently cleaning up the area of any dried blood.

"Gonna put a bit of alcohol before I use the ointment, okay?" You say, chest almost touching Jungkook's.

"Thank you." He responds, breath hissing when you press the cotton round with alcohol against his scratches. Your hand rests on his wrist to steady yourself as you dab some ointment and press small bandages against his wounds for the meantime.

"There. Better."

"Here." Jimin says, coming from behind you to hand Jungkook and ice pack. "So you don't swell or bruise too much."

"Thanks to both of you, really. I appreciate it." You and Jimin give him a small smile, Jimin digging his hands into his pockets before doing a small nod.

"Hey, uh, I can take the couch if you need a room—"

"No, I can do it. She can take mine." Jungkook says, washing up his hands.

"Um, okay. That's cool. Thanks though, Chim. For everything, really." He gives you a toothless smile before walking off to his room.

"Let me know if you need anything." He says before shutting the door. Jungkook quietly leaves you to your peace in the bathroom, giving you some time to freshen up before you meet him in his room. You catch him in the middle of stripping off his shirt and tossing it into his hamper, causing you to nibble onto your bottom lip.

Gulp.

You try to look away, but you can't help it. He's fine as fuck. You need to glance from time to time, looking through your peripherals so it's not that obvious.

"You can take any of my clothes, you know that." He says, rubbing his arm as he watches you stand near his door, breaking you out of your daze.

"Right."

"I'm gonna get ready for bed and head out to the couch. Let me know if you need me, okay?"

"Okay." You quietly say as he grabs his pajama pants and heads to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. You shut the door and grab one of his crewnecks, slipping it over your body once you have stripped out of your club attire and tossed them [neatly] aside. You slip under his covers, taking in his scent that envelopes the covers and his pillows.

His bed was comfy. It always made you comfortable.

But you turn to the right and see the empty spot, causing your stomach to sink a bit. This didn't feel comfortable, didn't feel right. It didn't feel right to the point where you felt yourself tossing and turning, even though you had shut your eyes in hopes of falling into a deep sleep.

You turn to the right to check the time on your phone sitting on his nightstand. It was nearing 3:30AM, and you still couldn't get one ounce of shut-eye. You sat up, rubbed your face and let out a breath before hopping out of Jungkook's empty bed. You slowly opened the door, taking a peak to see whether or not you were in the clear since you were still just in Jungkook's large crewneck before tippy-toeing over to the living room. The TV was still on, and Jungkook was sprawled out on the couch, shirtless with a blanket covering his waist down. One leg was up on the arm of the couch, while the other was bent against the cushions.

"Kook." You gently shake him when you bend at eye level. He looks at you, confused while stretching a bit.

"Peanut, what's wrong?" He says groggily, voice deep and husky.

"I can't sleep."

"Do you need my iPad—" He says, back to being afraid of overstepping boundaries.

"No, I just.." You point to the space next to him. "Can I?"

"Of course you can." He scoots towards the edge of the couch, raising the blanket for you to slip into. "Inside so the monsters don't get you." You smile and gently climb over from the edge of the couch and make yourself comfortable against Jungkook's body, his warmth. "This okay?" He says, draping the blanket over you and pulling you close. His arm is underneath your neck while the other is over your waist, your head near his chest.

"Yes."

"Okay." He lets out a breath before he closes his eyes again, thumb gently caressing circles against your hip.

"Jungkook."

"Ya?" His eyes are still shut.

"Thank you for earlier. You know? For sticking up for me like that. I wish you didn't get hurt, though." You fix his hair, brushing it back to gently caress his brow.

"I'm always going to be there for you, princess. Told you that." You smile, even though he can't see you.

"Do you think.. we'll be okay? I know we still need to talk but, I have to say it's been tough, even though you were quite the idiot." He chuckles a bit.

"Ya, I was an idiot."

"At least you acknowledge it." You gently pinch his side.

"I'm sorry, peanut. For putting you through that. Quite frankly, I don't deserve you, but I also want us to be okay." He says.

"Hm."

"It's not gonna stop me from making things better, though." His hand rubs your back. "I know it's all words and they probably don't carry much weight, but you mean a lot to me. More than you know, really." You don't respond, simply eyeing his features before nuzzling back against his chest. "Go to sleep, princess. It's getting late. We can do this later, okay? I'll work to make this right."

"Okay." He adjusts his position before holding you a little closer, still giving you room to breathe, but enough to know that he was there, keeping you safe.

You were love. You had always been love.

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[ttuesday]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’re accepting requests currently so feel free to ignore this, but I was wondering how the fellers would react to catching feelings for a friend. And maybe whether or not they would confess? I love your work so much and thank you for writing!!

The Fellers having a crush on You

Arthur

Arthur always thought you were attractive but he knew you were way out of his league so he was happy just having you in his life. He very quickly put himself in the friend zone and pushed any romantic thoughts deep, deep down.

The more Arthur hangs out with you and goes out on jobs with you, he slowly starts to realize that keeping romantic thoughts out of his head is a lot harder than he thought it'd be. A part of him knows he’s completely falling for you but he's too scared to admit that to himself.

We all know what this man’s self-esteem is like so he's terrified of getting rejected and ruining your friendship. Arthur tries to show he's interest in you very subtly, like I'm talking about gently nudging his knee off of yours kinda subtly. Or if he’s really feeling bold then he’ll put his arm over your shoulder.

Charles

This is a whole new territory for Charles. He rarely gets crushes but he clicks with you so well. It was just a matter of time before he realized he saw you as more than a friend.

Charles isn’t too sure how to approach the subject. He starts overthinking everything, wondering if he’s bringing you a cup of coffee cause you’re his friend or cause of his crush and Charles often panics when he thinks he’s being obvious that he likes you.

But Charles knows he’ll regret it if he doesn’t tell you how he feels. Even if you don’t reciprocate the feelings, Charles thinks you deserve to know. So after giving himself a pep talk, he asks you on a date.

Dutch

Dutch always likes to admire you, especially when the gang goes out robbing and you get all intimidating. You tick all of his boxes and you pull your weight around camp too which is a bonus.

Dutch is wary when he realizes he’s developing feelings for you. He doesn’t know if you’d reciprocate the feelings and this man cannot handle being rejected so he tries to test the waters and see if you feel the same way before doing anything too extravagant.

So he goes for the slow burn approach, saying slightly flirtatious remarks just to see what your reaction is. If you flirt back then Dutch sees that as encouragement to essentially confess his love as if y’all are in a Shakespearean play.

Micah

Micah always thought you were smokin’ hot and never misses an opportunity to flirt with you. But strangely as ye became better friends, he stops the whole ‘flirty act’ with you.

He genuinely likes you so he’s scared he’ll chase you away by keeping up the flirty��act. Micah doesn’t want to creep you out and he stops paying attention to any of the women at camp too, focusing all of his attention on you.

One night when he’s drunk Micah confesses that he’s always gonna have a thing for you and that you’re always gonna be his number 1. He completely forgets that he says this the next day so the ball is in your court if you wanna mention it again.

John

You constantly give John this strange kinda nervous but excited feeling in his stomach whenever you talk to him. He can’t explain it properly but it makes him gravitate towards you.

Then one night (after a few drinks) he comes to the conclusion that he has a very big crush on you. It’s something he didn’t expect but after realizing it, it just seems so obvious that he has a crush for you all this time.

But John is scared that he’ll accidentally fuck everything up if he says anything so he doesn’t mention it, though it’s so obvious it’s only a matter of time before one of the others says it to you or teases John about it in front of you.

Javier

Javier’s a romantic at heart so he love’s the idea of love. He tries to stop himself getting too excited when he first meets you cause he didn’t want to fall head over heels for you instantly.

But every day Javier spends with you and every conversation ye have together just reinforces his feelings and he soon becomes very aware that he has a crush on you.

Javier takes every opportunity to try and show off in front of you. He likes to think he’s confident but he gets so shy when it comes to actually confessing his feelings to you. It’s like you have some superpower that makes him get all nervous when you’re near him.

Bill

Bill thought you were a great friend but when he realizes he's attracted to you, he gets kinda scared. This revelation actually helps him make sense of a few things because now he understands why he gets jealous when sees you laughing with the other fellers.

Bill tries to be romantic but it never turns out right. He asks if you wanna go for a ride together but y’all get ambushed by bounty hunters. After that, he asks if you wanna go for a walk and Bill accidentally steps on a snake and gets bitten.

As you tend to his wound, Bill gets frustrated with himself for always messing up and while ranting to you about it, he accidentally says he wants to make it romantic because he has a crush on you.

Lenny

On the outside, Lenny’s playing it cool. He’s a good, attractive guy so he knows that he might have a shot with you. But on the inside he’s screaming whenever you come within a five foot radius of him.

He tries to act confident and charming around you but he has no idea what he’s doing and is just praying he doesn’t look like a douchebag. Lenny asks Arthur for some advice but honestly, Arthur is just as hopeless when it comes to flirting. 

After a while, Lenny decides to just tell you that he likes you. He goes up to you a few times that day but always freezes at the last minute. But FINALLY he tells you that if you ever want to get a drink together it’d make him real happy.

Hosea

You and Hosea were always good friends. You both enjoy each other’s company, feel like you can talk about anything without being judged and he’s been there for you through everything.

When Hosea comes to the realization he’s catching feelings for you, he has a mixed reaction. He’s scared that this’ll make things awkward between you two and although he tries to ignore how he feels, his feelings for you continue to grow.

You mean a lot to him and he loves spending time with you so he’s very cautious about taking that next step. His flirting style is very charming but easy to miss so unless you flirt with him too, Hosea doubts that you like him back.

Kieran

Kieran likes to think he’s a realistic guy so he always thought there was no way you’d ever see him as more than a friend. He thought he had nipped those thoughts in the bud but he soon realises that he daydreams of being in a couple with you quiet frequently.

The fact that you’re friends with him means a lot and he would hate to ever jeopardize that. He knows you deserve a great person who’ll be able to care for you, provide and protect you. Unfortunately, Kieran's scared he won’t be able to do all of that.

During one of the gang’s parties, Kieran decides to have a beer…and then another one and another one. He gets a lot more flirty with you and once he gets enough courage, asks if you’ll go in a date with him.

Trelawny

This is very sudden to him. He didn’t think he had the hots for you but then one day when he saw you… it was like he was properly seeing you for the first time. All Trelawny could think was 'wow' as he watched you walk through camp.

This man flirts with you so goddamn much and he goes out of his way to impress you. Trelawny shows you all of his magic tricks, making bouquet of flowers appear behind your ear and he even lets you pet his bird.

Finally, Josiah decides to whisk you away on a 'job' so y'all can get some alone time together. He picks a quiet, romantic area where he takes a deep breath and tells you exactly how he feels.

Sean

Sean was always smitten by you and when he got to know more of your personality and who you are, not only did he very quickly develop a crush but he's pretty much in love with you.

Sean has no problem making little flirtatious comments, though it's obvious he gets a little nervous at times. His favourite one to use is when y'all are in town together and he mentions how ye look like a couple. Normally he laughs it off before giving you that "...unless?" look in the hopes that you'd be interested.

If you don't pick up on these little hints and act completely oblivious, then eventually Sean goes full throttle. After a successful robbery, Sean gets so excited he confesses all of his feelings to you before his brain can stop him. Afterwards ye both stand there in complete shock that he’s just said all of that.

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Can't Keep a Secret

Word count: 4300

Warnings: tickling, fluff, reader with an inability to keep secrets, reader with a crush on a certain god of mischief

I'm so excited for 100 followers!! I didn't expect so many people to actually be interested in my writing when I started posting 🥰

This one is based on @atlas-of-the-universe's request here for a fic where Loki tickles the reader to get information of some kind 😉 I hope this is what you were looking for!

This one also has a little more crushing/romantic fluff than some of my other fics at the end, so if you're not into that just skip that part. As always, completely SFW!

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No one ever seemed to do anything nice for Loki. So, when Thor approached you to ask if you’d help him and the others plan a surprise birthday party for his brother, you wholeheartedly agreed to assist. As the Avengers’ best party planner, you jumped at the chance to start brainstorming ideas to make this party the best Loki had ever experienced – including on Asgard. And, if it meant he’d pay a little extra attention to you, well… that was an added bonus.

The only problem was – you were terrible at keeping secrets.

It wasn’t as if you went around spilling the details when someone asked you not to tell the others about something. You knew enough not to just blurt out the fact that you were planning a party. Unfortunately, though, you had a tendency to let your feelings show in your facial expressions. Trying to keep secrets made you anxious, knowing you’d been the one to accidentally say just a little bit too much in the past and ruined other surprises.

The fact that you were the worst secret keeper was no… secret, for lack of a better word. Your teammates frequently exploited this fact when they wanted to know what you were hiding from them. Tony, especially, loved to talk circles around you until he could get you to trip up and give some detail away. On the other hand, they also tried not to let you in on too many details when they were planning a surprise for one of the other team members.

This time, you were determined not to give anything away. You were thrilled that the team was finally going to do something special for Loki, and you were NOT going to ruin it by spilling the beans to the trickster. Thor was probably one of the more trusting members of the Avengers, and he assured you when he asked you to help with the party that he had faith you wouldn’t screw up (quite literally in those words).

You started researching online to get some ideas. This party had to live up to the standards of an Asgardian prince, so you couldn’t just order a few pizzas and beer and call it a party. Plus, Tony had offered to pay for the whole thing (you suspected he felt guilty for having accidentally blasted Loki through a wall in the training room with his new Ironman suit the week prior) so your funds were basically limitless.

Inevitably, though, you were bound to run into situations where you had to spend time with the raven-haired god without allowing yourself to let any details slip.

The moment Loki first started to suspect you were hiding something was when he walked in on a conversation you were having with Thor in the kitchen. You had been asking him about the Asgardian mead his brother loved so much and wanted to know if he could manage to get some here on Midgard for the party.

“What is it about the Asgardian mead that you like so much better than standard alcohol?” you inquired curiously.

“Ha! That is a very funny question, Lady Y/N,” Thor laughed heartily. “As if any Midgardian liquor could so much as hold a candle to the spirits we drink on Asgard.”

“Hey! I enjoy my tequila! Margaritas are arguably a delicious alcoholic beverage,” you bantered.

“You truly believe this ‘margarita’ as you call it could compare to the smooth, sophisticated taste of an Asgardian mead?” Thor countered.

“I must agree with my brother on this one – I have seen this ‘margarita’ drink you speak of, and it is highly unlikely to be superior to Asgardian spirits.”

You gasped involuntarily when you heard Loki’s voice in the doorway, spinning around to face him with a look of bewilderment on your face. He cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as he scrutinized your expression.

“Oh, hey Loki! Didn’t see you there,” you greeted, trying to lean casually against the counter you were standing beside.

“Yes… it appears you didn’t. You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” Loki folded his arms across his chest, eyeing you intently. “What was it that brought you to the subject of Asgardian liquor?”

“Oh, that? Well…”

“I was just informing Lady Y/N that I have been feeling a bit nostalgic thinking about the celebrations we had on Asgard, when we would drink heartily with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three,” Thor cut in, quickly interrupting you mid-sentence. “Brother, you must recall the time you had a bit too much while drinking with us and…”

“I believe that’s quite enough nostalgia for one evening, dear brother,” Loki cut in, appearing almost frantic as he glanced quickly at you before turning back to glare at the elder Asgardian. “Stark asked me to inform you he requires your assistance in the laboratory. You’ll need to continue this conversation another time.”

“Ah, yes, alright then. Another time,” Thor agreed, winking at you before he exited the kitchen. Loki followed close behind, but not before giving you one last calculating glance before he crossed through the doorway and out of sight. You let out a breath of relief, hoping he hadn’t thought much of the conversation.

You noticed, though, that Loki started conveniently popping up around you more often after that incident. Maybe he didn’t want Thor to have the opportunity to tell you about whatever embarrassing story had occurred when they were younger, you thought. Regardless, it meant that you had to be extremely cautious about doing any planning for the party in any of the common areas.

The second time you nearly let something slip was during a hushed conversation in the training room with Peter after one of your sparring matches. He had pulled you aside after training to ask your opinion about whether he should ask his friend MJ to attend the party with him. He’d had a crush on the girl for quite some time, and now that she knew his secret identity he thought it might be time to introduce her to his Avengers family.

“I’m nervous she might not want to come, but I think it would be a great chance for her to meet everyone when the focus would be on someone else,” he explained. You hiked your backpack up onto your shoulder with your training gear and made your way toward the door to the training room with Peter by your side.

“Why wouldn’t she want to come? From what you’ve told me, she seems to be more of a social butterfly than you are, even,” you asked.

“Yeah… you’re right, I’m probably overthinking this, aren’t I?” he chuckled. “I just don’t want to screw things up!”

“What are you screwing up this time, spiderling?”

You stopped short as you heard Loki’s voice from behind you, making your heart leap into your throat. You turned around, trying not to look startled.

“Oh, Peter wants his friend MJ to attend… a training session with us!” you fibbed, trying to think quickly. “You know, so he can show her his Spider-Man moves!”

“Yeah! That’s right,” Peter agreed, nodding vigorously. “I’m going to go call her right now, thanks Y/N!” Peter scurried off down the hallway, leaving you standing with a somewhat skeptical looking god of mischief.

“Why was Peter asking you about inviting a friend to his training? Would he not have asked Stark?” Loki inquired. You shrugged in a non-committal way.

“Who knows? Anyway, uh, it was nice talking to you, but I’ve got to get going… big assignment to finish up tonight, can’t really stop and chat. See you later!” you blurted, not waiting for a response as you hurried toward your room. Phew, that was close, you thought to yourself, hoping he hadn’t been standing behind you for too long.

Later that week, you found yourself alone in the common room while watching television. You pulled out your laptop during one of the commercials and started searching the internet for caterers, hoping to find something fancy enough to appeal to an Asgardian god. You had thought that everyone else was out for the day, so you weren’t overly concerned about anyone seeing what you were doing.

“What mindless reality television show are you watching today?” The smooth, baritone voice caused you to jerk your head up from your laptop screen and instinctively slam it shut. He hadn’t even been standing behind you to see what you were searching – it was purely on reflex that you closed the computer. Loki raised his eyebrows at you. “I see you aren’t really watching anything, are you? What is it you were viewing on your computer?”

“Nothing! I mean, nothing exciting, really. Just some old photos that I was trying to sort through,” you stammered, standing up with the laptop clutched to your chest. “You can have the TV if you want, though. I have to go… work on that assignment some more. I was just taking a break. It’s almost done!” Loki opened his mouth as if to say something, but you didn’t wait around to let him ask any more questions that might make you give away something you shouldn’t. You spent the rest of the evening in your room, avoiding the trickster at all costs.

The next morning, after getting ready for the day, you grabbed some breakfast before heading back to your room to continue to do some additional party planning research where Loki wouldn’t walk in on you unexpectedly. You shoved the last bite of one of Thor’s pop-tarts that you’d stolen into your mouth as you approached your door, opening it and walking toward your desk where your laptop sat. You always left the door slightly ajar when you were in your room, and so you were quite surprised when you heard the door thump shut behind you, the lock clicking into place.

“You’ve been hiding something from me.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, your heart pounding in your chest. You turned around slowly, staring wide-eyed at the god of mischief now standing in your bedroom between you and your only exit. His hands were clasped behind his back, his blue-green eyes gleaming ominously as he stared you down.

“Oh, hey Loki! What brings you to my room?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

“Let’s end this little charade, hmm?” He took a few slow paces forward into the room, closing the distance between the two of you. “It’s become clear to me over the last week that you have knowledge of some information that you do not want me to become aware of. I’d like you to tell me what it is.” His tone was calm; low, but dangerous. You swallowed hard.

“Loki, I-I’m not sure what you mean. I don’t have any secrets.” You took a step back from the advancing Asgardian, your back meeting the cold, hard wood of your desk behind you.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The choice is up to you,” he threatened, stepping even closer so he was only a foot away from where you stood trapped against your desk. “Tell me what it is you’re hiding, or I will… coerce you into talking.”

“Coerce me? Heh, what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked nervously, your hands gripping the desk behind you.

“I have my ways. I am the god of mischief, after all.” Loki stood in front of you unmoving, a barrier holding you hostage against your desk.

“Even if I did have something to hide, you wouldn’t hurt me. Your brother would kill you,” you warned.

“I never suggested I would hurt you, darling. I would never do such a thing.” He took the slightest step closer. “You seem tense. Am I making you nervous?”

“Very.”

“Good.” A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Have you decided, then? Will we be doing this the easy way or the hard way?”

“I told you, I have nothing to hide,” you insisted.

“Very well then. We’ll do this the hard way.” Quickly, you darted around Loki toward the door, trying to make your escape. He was faster, though, catching you with an arm around your waist and dragging you back so your back was against his chest. “Tell me, darling…” he growled in your ear, making you shiver, “… are you… ticklish?”

“Wha-“ you opened your mouth to protest but stopped speaking as you felt gentle scratching on your side. You shook your head quickly, suppressing the giggles that were threatening to rise out of your throat. If you stood still long enough, maybe he would give up.

“Do you think you’re fooling me by not allowing yourself to laugh? I felt you tense up immediately the moment I touched you.” He tightened his grip, wrapping both arms around your waist and digging his fingers into your sides. You snorted at the sudden sensation, doubling over to try to fight your way out of his grasp. “As I suspected. You are extraordinarily ticklish.”

“S-shut up, Loki!” you demanded, your muscles relaxing as his fingers stilled against your sides. He released you, allowing you to turn and face him but still standing in between you and the door.

“Now then – are you going to tell me what it is you’re hiding? Or do I need to tickle you until you are begging for mercy?”

You felt your face flush with heat. You’d been tickled before, certainly, but only for a few seconds at a time, and never as a means to pry information from you. Truthfully, though, you were enjoying this playful side of Loki. You were also determined not to tell him about the party – it would be so much more fun if it were a surprise, and he deserved to have fun. You braced yourself, folding your arms defiantly across your chest.

“There’s nothing to tell.”

Before you could react, Loki had tackled you, and you found yourself flat on the floor with your wrists pinned over your head. Your heart hammered against your ribcage as the dark-haired Asgardian loomed over you, his smirk growing wider.

“I see you’ve made your choice, then. But I should warn you – I don’t do mercy.” The fingertips of his free hand connected with your belly, lightly tracing the soft skin through your shirt. You turned your head so you wouldn’t have to look at him, his knowing stare making it more difficult to prevent yourself from laughing. Slowly, he applied more pressure until he was clawing at your belly with all five fingers, varying between the center and sides and analyzing your expression to evaluate your response.

“I-I’m telling y-you, t-there’s nothing to t-tell,” you insisted, jolting a little each time his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot.

“Unfortunately, I don’t believe you.” He shifted his attack to your side, his fingers spidering gradually up your ribcage. Your nerves were alight with ticklish shocks, helpless giggles now bubbling out of your chest.

“W-whyhyhy don’t you believe mehehe?” you asked, your tone starting to sound more desperate.

“You’re not exactly subtle. It’s rather obvious when you’re trying to keep a secret.” Loki was now scratching in between your upper ribs, and your giggles were evolving into desperate laughter. “I see this is becoming more challenging for you. I wonder – should I try to identify all of your weak spots? Surely one of them will get you talking.”

“NOHOHO LOKI!” you pleaded, thrashing to try to free your wrists from his grasp.

“You’ll need to provide me some information, then. What was it you were really discussing with my brother the other night?”

“HE TOHOHOLD YOU!!” You shrieked as Loki’s fingers found purchase under one of your arms, your feet pounding against the floor in desperation.

“Honestly, Y/N, I didn’t believe a word either of you said.” His fingertips grazed the underside of your upper arm, tracing from your elbow down to your underarm and back up again. You hadn’t realized how ticklish the soft skin of your arm could be, but his maddeningly light touch had you writhing to try to evade his fingers.

“STAHAHAP THAT!” you begged, yanking at your restrained wrists to try to lower your arms. Even before you were in this weakened state, the god of mischief was stronger than you.

“Then talk.”

“NEVER!”

“Aha!” he exclaimed suddenly, lifting his fingers away from your arm. You sucked in air desperately, letting out the residual giggles as he allowed you a moment to recover. “You ARE hiding something! You’ve given yourself away.”

“I… but… no I didn’t!” you pouted. He chuckled, a genuine grin spreading across his face at your adorable, disappointed frown.

“It’s too late now. You may as well tell me your secret.”

“I won’t tell! I’ll never tell!” you barked, a sudden surge of bravery rushing through you.

“I’m afraid I must continue, then,” he stated, feigning pity. “Why don’t you tell me where else you are ticklish instead?”

“What? No! I won’t tell you that either!”

“Fine. It’s much more amusing for me to locate your weak spots myself anyway.” Loki released your wrists and in the same motion reached behind him to squeeze above your knees with both hands. You yelped at the unexpected touch, trying with difficulty to sit up now that your arms were free. You reached toward Loki’s sides to try to retaliate but he was too perceptive, grabbing a wrist in each hand using his cat-like reflexes. “You don’t want to do that, darling,” he warned.

“Oh, but I think I do,” you argued, trying your hardest to break free of his grip. He wrestled with you for a moment, successfully forcing you onto your stomach so you could no longer sit up and try to counterattack.

“Now then – where were we?” he huffed as he sat himself down on the back of your legs, pinning you in place. You lifted your upper body up onto your elbows and turned to look at him, keeping a close eye on his hands. “Ah, that’s right. You were about to tell me what you were discussing with the spiderling the other day.”

“No I was-“ your retort died in your mouth as Loki’s fingertips touched down on the backs of your knees. “L-Loki, hold on, don’t you even think about it.”

“Why? Too sensitive?” he teased, tracing one finger along the tendon in the back of your knee. You let out a squeal, only egging him on as he began to flutter his fingers against the thin skin there.

“LOKI I WILL KIHIHILL YOHOHOU!”

“You hardly sound threatening when you’re giggling like a child,” he taunted, tracing along the skin on the inner sides of your knees. You reached back desperately with one hand while holding yourself up with the other elbow, trying to grab hold of his tickling fingers. He snickered at your feeble attempts, reaching up quickly to slide his fingers under your arm so your elbow would buckle beneath your torso before returning his attention to your knees. “This could all stop if you’d just tell me what your secret is.”

At this point, you’d come to the embarrassing realization that you were actually having fun, despite your abdominal muscles aching from laughing so hard. You were also still determined to keep the party a secret, if not for you then for Loki’s own good. You picked yourself back up onto your elbows so you could turn and look back at him defiantly.

“No!” you declared.

“No? I see I must not be trying hard enough, then. Let’s try somewhere else, shall we?” Loki shifted his weight so he could pin your legs down with his shin, his gaze turning down toward your socked feet.

“Don’t… you… dare!” you warned, noticing where his line of sight was directed. He placed his fingertips teasingly against the soles of your feet, maintaining eye contact with you, eyes glowing with mischief.

“I’ll give you one final chance. Spill,” he ordered. You merely smirked back at him.

“Make me.”

Without another word, Loki sprang back into action, his torturous fingertips skimming along the soles of your feet. Frantic giggles spilled from your lips as you tried jerking your feet away from his touch without success.

“I’d wager you’re regretting what you said now, aren’t you?” he goaded, scratching under your toes with one finger on each foot. Your giggles pitched up as you curled your toes to prevent him from reaching the sensitive skin. “Are you prepared to talk now?”

“NEHEHEVER!!” you screeched, still determined to win. Eventually he’d get tired of this and give up, right?

“Then I’m afraid you leave me no choice.” You practically screamed in ticklish agony as his fingers once again connected with your ribs, darting rapidly up and down your sides and under your arms, scribbling into the small of your back, fluttering against the sides of your neck and behind your ears, never staying in one place long enough to grow accustomed to the sensation. Your laughter fell silent as you tapped your hand hard on the floor, signaling you were giving up. Seeing your signal, Loki’s fingers stilled against you, still pressed gently into your sides as a warning that he could start right back up again at any moment. “Talk.”

“I will… alright… just… just give me a sec,” you huffed, your chest heaving with exertion. Your mind was racing, trying to come up with a plausible lie that would satisfy the god of lies. Your heart sank as you realized you couldn’t possibly come up with something in the next ten seconds that would fool him. It had to be the truth. “I’ll tell you, but you have to swear to me you won’t tell your brother that I told you.”

“That depends on what it is you’re about to tell me,” Loki bantered.

“No, I’m serious!” Loki shifted so his weight was no longer pressed on your legs, and you turned over into a seated position on the floor. “Promise me you won’t tell.”

“Fine. I promise. Now tell me.” You took a deep breath.

“We’re planning a party. For you. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Loki was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. His blue-green eyes searched yours as if trying to find any hint of a lie in your face. His face softened a bit as he began to realize you were actually telling the truth.

“What for?” he asked, his tone flat.

“For your birthday.”

“We don’t celebrate birthdays on Asgard, we have far too many of them to be excited for them.”

“Ugh, Loki, don’t you get it? Thor wanted to do something nice for you! I wanted to do something nice for you!” You held his gaze, trying to prove to him you still weren’t lying.

“You wanted to do something for me?” His voice was low, but there was something different about his tone; something you hadn’t heard before. Hope? Excitement? You averted your gaze down to the floor, poking at the fibers in the carpet with your finger.

“Yeah, I did. You deserve something nice. You’ve come a long way since New York. And you’re… a good friend.” You felt heat rush to your face. You’d nearly revealed another secret, one you had no intention of telling him today. Or ever. Unfortunately, Loki was perceptive.

“That sounded like another lie, Y/N,” he stated ominously. You risked a glance up at him, seeing a smirk slowly spreading across his face.

“What?! No, it’s not!” you argued, the warmth in your face spreading to your ears.

“Haven’t you learned not to lie to me by now?” Loki suddenly grabbed hold of your waist, dragging you closer to him. “Or do I need to repeat the lesson?” His fingers latched onto your ribcage, squeezing and kneading with maddening precision. Still exhausted from the previous attack, you immediately caved.

“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I like you, ok??” Loki stopped tickling you, not yet releasing you from his grasp. You covered your flushed face with your hands. “Happy now?”

Loki pried your hands gently away from your face, tilting your chin up with his finger. His eyes were softer than you’d ever seen them before as he gazed at you, a small smile on his face. With a surge of confidence, you closed the gap between your faces, pressing your lips to his. He kissed you back, gently but passionately all at once. When he finally pulled away, he grinned at you.

“Yes, I am happy,” he said simply. You smiled shyly back at him.

“Good.” You hardened your expression a bit, although admittedly it was hard to wipe the smile off your face. “You still have to act surprised. I can’t have people thinking I can’t keep a secret.” Loki laughed at that, his voice rumbling in his chest.

“But you can’t, darling.” He gave you one last poke in the side, eliciting a whine from you. “I’ll do my best to act surprised. I am the god of lies, after all. I should be able to put on a convincing display.”

“Good.” You allowed him to help you to your feet before shooing him out the door. “Now, get out of my room. I still have planning to do.”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, stopping in the doorway to look at you. “I’ll go, but only if you’ll have dinner with me tonight.”

“Only if you don’t tickle me,” you countered.

“Sorry, love, but I can’t make any promises,” he replied, winking. You sighed, smiling at him.

“I guess I’ll take my chances then.”

[alberivh]

househusband hc’s <3 pt.2

continuation to househusband hc’s pt.1 and mika’s late event request, thank you very much for requesting and i hope every each of y’all have a pleasant day!

albedo, xiao (seperate) x gn!reader — implied modern au

Albedo is the perfect househusband. If kaeya is the menace and diluc is the gentleman, then albedo is the most perfect amongst them. He’s just perfect and materialize for all errands. He might be a bit of a mess sometimes but trust me, his responsibility about being househusband (and an alchemist, obviously) are his number one prior.

as a husband albedo has his own..schedule. In fact he has make several of drabbles—schedules for his day as both an alchemist and a househusband. Even if the schedule was messy, he managed to make everything works in time. He would either be very punctual or very disastrous by the time you saw him working. Yes it worries you but seeing him so worked up for his lover sake just make the household feels too lovely to be true. Also please do give him pecks on the cheeks whenever you saw him so overworked..like please? It would calm him for a bit and it would just make his smile softened to a tiny lines of happiness. Trust me, he would absolutely love it. Especially when you kisses him for an appreciation, oh god he would definitely loves you even more than before.

A good admirable cook. He always make the best lunch, different from kaeya who would cook you questionable variants of lunch..albedo is more of a predictable cook. If he cooks you some skewers of chicken mushroom for lunch and so for the night he would cook you sweet-madame. It’s just very balance. Not to mention he would always make it 2 times healthier with his alchemical recipe (it’s safe so don’t worry), so you wouldn’t need to worry about having diarrhea cause you probably wouldn’t have one either way. albedo is just simply wonderful.

exhausted after work? No problem. Albedo is here to soothes you to a deep sleep while giving you a doses of appreciation. He would read you his newest alchemical recipe with a very low-tone voice; which make you feel as if you’re falling to a wonderland. his voice are very calming and relaxing after all, it is natural for you to fall asleep in his bare arms while snuggling to the open part of his neck and his torso.

albedo would always put you into a warm comfortable blanket whenever you accidentally slept in his arms. He would kisses you on the cheeks, saying “goodnight” or “lovely” to your sight. it would unconsciously fluttered your face. Spending time with you are his favorite hours. Househusband or so, he’ll always be by your side to help you with chores or works. Albedo is a perfect man, nobody could ever loved you the same as he did.

Xiao is the protective husband. He would be very protective, like really protective. It’s not that you’re weak or such, what he worries about is your day. Would it go wrong? Would you be happy today? Would you have some great time with your co-workers? Would it be sunny today so you could have picnic with him tomorrow? And many more question leave him unanswered. being a househusband could make him overthink about your situation. Especially when you were both still are a new-wed, xiao has always stay beside you, making sure no one would harm you or ruined your days.

Xiao is not a great nor a bad cook, he could cook every liyue’s delicacy but..he just prefers not to cook? Except if it was for you. He would fucking cook everything just for you to be happy, he just never admit the fact he always wants the best for you. Even if you assume he wants the best, he would just disagree and saying it as if it was his own ‘responsibilities.’ A husband responsibility to satisfy his lover. He would give you treats if you have a bad day at works, his special delicacy, almond tofu and a light cuddles in arm to comfort your exhaustion. It melts you to a deep rest, xiao has always been the best comfort after all.

he actually bought you a cat for your marriage anniversary! It’s a white cat with a blue eyes, the clear clouds in the cat’s eyes resembles the sight of liyue’s beauty. Xiao is the one who took care of it when you’re not around, he always gave it some-few headpats everytime the cat did something quiet impressive; bringing the mouse plushies he threw to his side or just laying around in his laps. He loves it. Yes, as you expected, xiao really loves to pet it , he even took it as if it was his own child. Honestly the attention he gave to your cat are so wholesome, but sometimes you got ignored by him because he was to focused at your sleepy cat. He gave you warm embrace in bed so don’t worry love, your husband wouldn’t be steal by a cat.

He has a unique sleeping habit..? He always hold your palm whenever he felt lost. He’s not a person who sleep 24/7 so sleeping doesn’t make any sense for him sometimes; it’s hard and concerning. So when you were already in bed, he’ll try to snuggle onto your neck, whispering goodnight and laze each other hands together. In that position, he could feel your unending warm, as it also make him drown to a dreamless sleep.

TAGLIST : @mikachuchu @zierx, @childeluv @urujiako , @chichikoi , @noirkkat , @aphrodicts-imagination

[echos-newlegs]

So this is an NSFW Alphabet for Echo requested by @smallandangrey . They requested a Tech one as well, and an Echo fic so 😳 expect some more stuff.

I am still working on other requests in my inbox as well! Dw. Just worked on this since it was easier for my tired brain. Hopefully I can write an actual one-shot tomorrow 😌💕💕

No tags since this is strictly nsfw and I don't wanna make the tags uncomfortable 😳 idk it's late and I'm overthinking lmaoo

Echo NSFW Alphabet below the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Since the citadel Echo has been real into affection. Especially with you. It often grounds him and reminds him that he's there, you're there, this is real. This is happening. So when the two of you finish he is almost always pulling you close to him. Though it did take some warming up, since at first he was really worried he'd hurt you or make you uncomfortable with his mechanical limbs. 

After sex he just enjoys a good cuddle. He Especially loves it when you let him lay his head on your chest and you hold him. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

After the citadel incident he's never really been into anything on himself. He'd have to say his eyes or his mouth. Since you always say you love his eyes, and his mouth seems to bring you the most pleasure from sex. Though I do hc only his thigh down were blown off in the explosion. He still isn't too sure about it since after citadel he lost a lot of his stamina and he doesn't last as long as he used to. 

On you, I see this hc a lot but it honestly makes sense to me. Don't ask why, but he is a tits man. He enjoys the softer, sweeter things in life. So your tits? Small or big? Sheesh he's on 'em like they're his will to live! He could lay on them, squeeze 'em, or even suck on them all night if you let him. After you got him to open up about what he wanted to try out. Which again- took some time. But he admitted he'd like to fuck your tits. It was awkward at first for him, but he absolutely nearly died after. Especially since that was probably the shortest he'd ever last with you. He just completely lost it, especially when you licked some of the cum that got on the corner of your mouth. He swears his soul left him for a second after that. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's not too into messes, but he does enjoy Cumming on your chest or your stomach. Echo doesn't really want to even try and risk accidentally impregnating you. Even if you are on the pill. Tech explained to him how even condoms AND the pill can backfire in numerous ways, and now he's just not risking it. So he normally just cums on your chest or. If you're okay with it, he'll finish in your mouth. Which also has him going absolutely nuts. 

As for yours? He loves it on his tongue. Eating you out is one of his favorite things to do, and when you cum from JUST his tongue? Absolutely heavenly for the man. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Echo would be interested in trying out toys I fell. Especially with his mecho hand. He'd find add ons that gave you pleasure. Or was just enough to just tease you with. I feel like he would also have a dirty photo of you saved for just him when the two of you are apart. One that you don't know about so it just adds to his own thrill. 

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Echo at first after the citadel is fairly rusty. If the two of you were together before then he's really insecure he won't meet the expectations like he did before he was in stasis for almost over a year. If the two of you weren't together he's still insecure, but at least he knows that you don't know how he was in bed previous years before. 

He does in fact know what he's doing. His arc twin is Fives, and I am sure that door told him stories and hooked Echo up with at least one or two beings in their lifetime. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Since Echo is a tits man he likes you either on your back, riding him, or fucking you with a mirror in front of the two of you. The way your tits bounce mesmerize him and he loves having his mouth or hands on them while the two of you get nasty. What drives him absolutely feral is when you ride him and bring his hands up to your chest. Then squeeze your hands over his his while they squeeze your breasts. Absolutely divine. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on his mood. Echo has more of a sarcastic, dry sense of humor. So if he is feeling it he will crack a joke here or there, but not too many. If you two are having sex after a long mission where he thought he wasn't going to make it out(or if he didn't think you were, if you travel with tbb.) Then he's normally more serious and sappy while he fucks you slowly into the night. Reminding himself that he has you and you have him, still. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Echo is pretty well groomed. He doesn't like a mess, and plus it's too itchy for him when it gets too long. So he always keeps it trimmed down. Never shaved, since for one, he doesn't like the feel of it growing back. Then two he just doesn't like himself with no hair down there. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Echo is normally pretty romantic especially when it comes to sex. He doesn't fuck to fuck, he fucks for love. He normally only sleeps with people he has an absolute attraction to. Someone that he knows won't hurt him. Or at least believes they won't. So he normally does his best to keep the moment romantic and perfect for the two of you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Echo normally doesn't jack off too much. He usually waits to come home to you so the two of you can actually help each other feel good. Rather than a hand and his imagination. Though, if he does get a nasty picture of you? He won't hesitate to use it if the mission lasts longer than usual or he's extra stressed out from his crew mates. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise Kink: this boy will absolutely love you all night long, the more you praise him. Even simple things like "that feels so good," "you're so amazing," and stuff like that will push him further to make you feel absolutely angelic.

Not sure if this is a kink or what you'd call it, but man would die if you gave him a lap dance. Echo loves taking care of you, but when you take care of him?? He feels like the luckiest guy in the galaxy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the comfort of a bed. Where the two of you have time to appreciate everything you give each other. There has been a rare occasion or two where he gets a little handsy at 79s after a few too many drinks and a guy flirting with you. Where you find yourself getting fingered in the corner or fucked in the bathroom. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Echo loves it when you wear lingerie. Even if you don't think you look good in it he thinks you're absolutely beautiful no matter what. And if it's blue or white he goes feral. 

If you kiss him in front of someone hitting on him. Or hold his hand when he's being hit on. Show any signs that he is yours and you are his, he's probably going to take you the moment you two have time. 

Another big turn on for him is when you praise him throughout the day. Man can't resist it. Especially when you say it in a dirtier tone and act all innocent when he confronts you. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bondages is a bug no from him. From all the times in the war he's been held in restraints, or he's witnessed his brothers and Generals in restraints he can't stand them. He can't even handle you in them. It triggers something in him that ruins the mood for the both of you. 

He doesn't like the thought of knife or gun play. If you or him are getting hurt in the process he won't do it. He may spank you playfully here or there, but that’s about it. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He honestly prefers giving over receiving. He loves it when you're a writhing mess and gripping at him or the sheets for dear life. The taste of you and the sound of your lewd moans has him nearly creaming his pants. Plus he just loves the satisfaction of knowing he can make you come undone like that. 

He isn't against you giving him oral here or there though. Some days he loves it, especially when he's stressed out and you just drop on your knees like some sort of gift from above. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Echo prefers a more slow and sensual pace. He loves making it last as long as he can. He is definitely one of those, "this could be out last time. Let's make it last." Type of guys. So expect more love making than fucking. Though there are time where he'll give you a good fuck. Maybe one of the nights where he does try and dom. Though it normally ends with you sitting on his face because he absolutely loves it when you do. If you suffocated him he would die a happy man. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't too fond of them, but he isn't against them either. If he is doing a quickie he'd prefer to make sure no one caught you two. He'd probably die of humiliation.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Echo will only experiment if you recommend something new. As long as it isn't really messy/gross, the two of you stay safe through it, and restraints and blind folds aren't a part of it he's all good for it. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

After the citadel he lost a majority of his strength in general. Before he could last about 3-4 long rounds. Now he's lucky if he gets 2 in. He normally doesn't last too long either. Though after time he does begin to last longer and you're able to finish with him for the most part. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

His hand. As said above he uses his robotic hand for sex quite a bit. He adds on accessories. Anything to make his partner feel absolutely euphoric. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Echo enjoys teasing here or there on his end, but you can normally work your way around it. One simple please and he's normally doing what you want. You have him wrapped around your finger for the most part. 

He normally despises when you tease him. Mostly because he just hates begging for anything. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Echo is a talker and a groaner. He loves muttering sweet nothings in your ear, and will also praise you to the moon. Especially if you praise in return. He grunts and groans to the point the rest of tbb tease him about it til he's flushed red and trying to.make up excuses. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would like to try sharing you. He knows his brothers like you and has thought about sharing you with one or two of them at a time. He would take charge through it, since you are technically with him and not them, but he just thinks it would be exciting and fun. He doesn't know how to ask and is too anxious you would hate the idea to ask, though.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Echo lost a lot of his muscles while in stasis. He is slowly gaining that and his color back though. Along with getting upgrades for his prosthetics. Like an actual hand that Tech built for him. As for his dick, it's average clone size. Longer and thicker than the average person's.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His isn't really too high. Even once he gets used to the fact that you love him and his body, he doesn't really have that high of a sex drive. He controls himself pretty good and doesn't really even need to jack off much unless he's really stressed. That doesn’t mean he won't initiate sex with you the moment he sees you after a long mission though. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He for the most part tries to stay up, playing with your hair until your asleep above/below/beside him. Wherever the two of you decide to cuddle against one another. It's sort of his way of making sure it's all real though. Some nights he is the first to pass out though. 

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accidental confessions

feat. akaashi

“hi hi !!! i think ur requests r open but sorry if i’m mistaken;;; anyway i was wondering if i could request a scenario of how akaashi accidentally confessing that he likes you and he gets flustered? thank you and happy new years !!!” - anonymous

a/n: requests are open hi anon! thank you for the request it makes me so so so happy! i hope you enjoy <3 i lowkey did not write this in a scenario style at all i’m so sorry eye- i tried my best but it could use some work, my apologies king/queen/non-binary royal ruler

akaashi

akaashi is overwhelmingly analytical and purposeful in his actions

consequently, an accidental confession is unlikely for him

he’d have to be very out of sorts to unintentionally confess

another consequence of his analytical nature is overthinking

thus, he’s probably convinced himself that you don’t like him back

his friends are well aware that, on his own, it’ll take him forever to confess

they also know that akaashi is only human, and he’s susceptible to human emotions such as jealousy just like anyone else

with this, they hatch a plan

both you and akaashi are non-the-wiser when you meet up with bokuto to go to an arcade

standing beside bokuto is a man akaashi knows all too well: kuroo

you’re politely introduced and all is going well

until akaashi spots kuroo’s hand on the small of your back

when y’all enter the arcade, he’s standing behind you with his hands over yours, “showing you how to play this game”

as the night goes on, kuroo gets more clingy and akaashi gets more agitated

by the end of the night, you and akaashi were itching to get out of there

truth be told, as cute and nice as kuroo was, he wasn’t the boy you had feelings for

moreover, akaashi looked unhappy and slightly ill. he’s your friend and your crush. you need to make sure he’s okay

you ended the night early, claiming that you felt a little under the weather

kuroo opened his mouth to speak but akaashi grabbed your wrist and announced he’d be walking you home

the minute y’all walk out kuroo and bokuto are fist bumping, hoping their plan worked.

meanwhile, akaashi was dragging leading you down the road towards home

he was so caught up in his own thoughts of jealousy and insecurity that he didn’t realize you were slowing down and trying to get his attention

“akaashi what’s wrong? you looked sick when we were in the arcade and now you’re acting weird”

he simply muttered “i’m fine, just a little stomach ache”

normally, you’d let the obvious lie slide but his behavior was so concerning and abnormal that you stood your ground even if it meant invading his privacy

“that’s a lie and we both know it. this isn’t what you act like when you’re sick. there’s something else going on and i’m worried about-“

“i didn’t like the way kuroo was touching you okay? i feel sick and betrayed. i tell him and bokuto about you all the time and they know that i like you so the fact that kuroo would flirt with you in front me of is so-“

“you like me?” you cut his dumb rambling ass off, clinging to the most important part of his rant

akaashi’s face wrong bright red and his eyes were wide as saucers

“i didn’t say, well okay maybe i did say i like you. and i do. honestly i like you a lot but i don’t want to ruin the friendship with my feelings since you don’t return them,” his voice was barely a whisper.

akaashi was looking anywhere but you and shuffling his feet. the sound of blood rushing to his ears drowned out everything around him.

you stepped towards him with a small smile on your face. your heart was doing flips in your chest and your palms were sweating.

regardless, you cupped his face with your hand and his eyes darted up to meet yours

“you really like me?” you asked, “because i like you too.”

initially, you planned to just kiss akaashi on the cheek but, after the emotionally draining night, his self control lapsed and he shyly connected your lips

pulling away, akaashi buried his face in the crook of your neck

“yes, i really like you.”

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Text Message Part Two - Chris Evans x Reader

MASTERLIST

PART ONE

TITLE: Text message CHAPTER NO/ONE SHOT: Chapter 2 WORD COUNT: 2104 (I got carried away) ORIGINAL IMAGINE: This by @theartofimagining13​ NOTES/WARNINGS: Swearing. Arguments. Gaslighting and toxic behavior. This is the final chapter for sure. Also I wrote this so quickly it just kind of flowered I bloody loved it. Maybe some proof-reading errors. 

Small patches of light crept in through your window, barely being blocked by the blinds. Birds sang their songs from outside, trees swayed gently in the breeze. Everything indicted a calm, warm morning. Except that was far from how things were for you.

Last night, you told your boyfriend, Chris, to not bother coming home if he's going to continue to accuse you and ask to check through your phone. And he didn’t come home. You stayed awake for a long time after getting home. By the time you calmed down, had a bubble bath and watched some TV, it was three in the morning and still no sign of Chris. With a sad sigh, you turned off the telly, rolled over and attempted some sleep.

Now it was nearly nine in the morning. You awoke with groggy eyes, feeling extremely deflated and your cheeks dry from the tears you shed last night. You weren't used to waking up in a cold bed alone. Usually, Chris would awake first. He would roll over, wrap his arms around your waist and gently wake you with his warmth and kisses to your cheek. It was a wake-up call you always adored, no matter what time it would be. But today just felt cold and lonely.

Sitting up, you reached to grab your phone from your bedside table, your stomach turning as you remember more of the argument from the night before. Half of you hoped you would see some messages from Chris, maybe some missed calls. Something to tell you he was sorry and saw the error of his ways. But as you scrolled through all your notifications, you realised there was nothing from him. You debated whether or not to be the bigger person, to text him first and apologise but your stubborn side came out to play before you could - you technically didn't have anything to apologise for! He was the overly jealous one. He was the one who ruined nearly every date you had with his accusations. He was the one who wanted to breach your privacy. You were nothing less than a faithful girlfriend who fell in love with a man with a lot of emotional baggage.

That morning dragged like crazy. You took a shower to try and clear your mind, even ordered in your favourite breakfast from the diner down the street. But your mind always wandered back to Chris. You realised you weren't even sure where he stayed! Was he safe? Just as panic was starting to flow through you, your phone pinged.

Can we talk?

Chris had text you first. Part of you was so happy he did. Maybe that meant he realised he was the one in the wrong and therefore he was the one who had to make the first move to make it right! The other part of you hated the vague words of the message. Can we talk? Does that mean Chris wants to make things better or... No, no it must mean he wants to make everything better. You two were an amazing couple, fully infatuated with each other. It just Chris' insecurity got in the way sometimes. You felt for him and the heartbreak he must have felt when he discovered his ex-fiancée was having an affair with his best friend and you understood how that would affect his ability to trust. But this was getting too much for you to handle. He was right. You guys needed to have a nice long, good talk.

You text him back asking what time he could come home and he replied saying he can be there in twenty minutes. You pottered around as you waited. Made some tea for you both, quickly did some tidying, basically did what you could to try and not overthink what you will say to Chris. However, before you knew it, you heard a key in the door and Chris stepping inside. You walked over to see him and the two of you stared at each other for a moment.

"Hi." He said at last.

"Hello." You replied. The air felt awkward and thick. You hated it. "Take a seat, I made you some tea." You scurried out into the kitchen as Chris made himself comfortable. You took your time grabbing the tea, your heart was beating like crazy from nerves. You didn't know what you wanted to say. All you knew, was you desperately wanted things to change. You were so unhappy and that wasn't fair for you! You came back into the living room with the tea to see Chris sitting on the armchair, still wearing his coat and shoes indicating he doesn't plan on staying for very long.

"Thank you," He said, taking his mug. "Look, we need to talk about what happened last night." He sounded quiet, his voice hoarse. As you listened, you noticed the bags under his eyes and how his clothes, the ones he was wearing last night, were all dishevelled, like he slept in them. "This is not how I want my relationship to go," He continued. "I love you. I just... I struggle to trust you. Which is my problem! I know that! And I'll work on that. But you have to meet me in the middle here."

"Meet you in the middle?" You asked, shaking your head slightly with confusion. Chris took a deep breath before he explained.

"I feel like it's unfair you wouldn't let me have your phone last night." He said it like it was so obvious. It took all your strength not to interrupt him, telling him to stop talking before he starts pissing you off. "I mean, I let you use mine all the time. You know I have trust issues, I was just asking for a little help to deal with that."

"I shouldn't have to give up my privacy to help you with your issues." You said, a little more harshly than you intended. "How about couples therapy? Get through this without breaking any boundaries." You tried to reason but it became clear that was not a good route to take. Chris stood and started to pace around the chairs.

"Why do you need privacy from me? I'm your boyfriend! We don't need to waste our time at therapy. All I'm asking is for one simple thing. You can look through mine and I'll look through yours." He stood in front of you now, his frame towered over yours which was still sat on the chair. "You wonder why I get so jealous or - or possessive and then go pull some bullshit like last night!"

"I didn't pull any bullshit!" You said, standing up to meet Chris' harsh gaze. "I asked you to sort your shit out. What about this screams like a good relationship to you Chris? The yelling, the accusations, the constant checking up on me!"

"I don't check up on you." He looked at you like you were mad.

"You call me about fifty thousand times a day, Chris. Which I wouldn't mind so much if you didn't get neurotic every time I accidentally missed a call or took too long to answer a message." You felt tears start to sting your eyes as you finally allowed all your frustrations out, voice getting louder with each word. Usually, you would just try and help Chris in any way you could but no more. No more would you roll over and let him have his way. "You're controlling and jealous all the god-damn time Chris and I can't cope with it anymore!"

The two of you stood still, staring at each other. Both knowing what was coming, neither wanting to be the one to do it. Eventually, you took the jump.

"I don't..." You swallowed, trying hard to not let too much emotion out. You knew if you did, you would break down crying. "I don't think this is working anymore, Chris." You looked away, not bearing to watch the tears that were starting to drop from his eyes. He stepped closer to you so that your bodies were touching. You could smell his cologne, feel his warmth. My God you loved him. "I think our time together is done." You felt his hand under your chin, two fingers holding it and tilting your head so you looked up at him. Using his other hand, he brushed some hair from your face. You felt the familiar tingle on your skin where he touched you. Even after all this time together, he still made you giddy. You stared at him in the eyes as he held you.

"Who is he?" He whispered.

Your head span when he asked. What? What the hell? Who's who? You realised what he meant. Even now, he thinks there's someone else. Even when his possessiveness has pushed you so far to the edge you had no choice but to jump. He still believed your heart belonged to another. You realised right then, nothing will ever make him believe you. You could stand here and rip your chest open, bleeding out as you gave him your heart and he would still tell you it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. His trauma was too much for you to handle anymore and it was finally time to start putting yourself first again.

"I know you probably won't believe me Chris, but I need you to listen to me." You took his face in your hands, making sure to make strong eye contact as you spoke. "I love you. No one else, ok? Never anyone else. I was faithful. I was strong. I loved you more than I thought I ever could." The tears started to fall from both your eyes at a much quicker pace. "None of the incredible things that have happened to me in the past few years would have happened to me without you. I owe you for that. But I owe myself to be happy too." You used your thumb to wipe away some of the tears from his cheeks. "I love you. So much. But we need to end. I can't do this anymore." Chris took your hands in his. He pressed his lips against them both as a way to muffle his cries. "I'm so sorry." You sobbed. "I'm sorry Chris. I wish I was strong enough to keep going but I'm not. I love you."

Chris dropped your hands and grabbed your face, bringing it towards him as he hurriedly captured your lips in a breath-taking kiss. He held you close to him, your kiss becoming salty as your tears mixed on your tongues. He tasted of his usual toothpaste along with some of the tea he barely touched. His hair felt soft as you ran one of your hands through it, using the other to grab his coat and pull him closer. When the need for air became too much, you pulled away, chest rising and falling as you both tried to catch your breath. You stared at him, debating whether this was the right choice. You loved him so much your heart hurt. But what came next... you knew you made the right decision.

"Does he kiss you like that?"

Your mouth dropped at those words. Nothing would ever change. You walked away from him, picking up his keys from the table and handing them over to him.

"I'm at work tomorrow, I'll make sure your stuff is packed and ready for you to collect whilst I'm out." You muttered. You had cried too much all ready for a relationship that died months ago. You refused to cry anymore. Chris took the keys from your grip and stared at you. His jaw twitched. Clearly words were trying to escape from his lips but he wouldn't let them. You had never seen Chris like this. You couldn't tell what he was feeling. But that was no longer your problem.

"I hope he breaks your heart like you did mine," Chris said at last. When you didn't reply, Chris let out a dry laugh before walking out of your home. For the very last time.

You finally allowed yourself raw emotions. You collapsed onto your sofa, hands scrunched over your face as you bellowed, cries echoing off the walls. You could feel your heart breaking in two as you realised he would never hold you again. That you would never wake up to his hugs, that would never taste his lips on yours again. But it was for the best. You deserved someone who would trust you and that someone, sadly, would not be Chris Evans. No matter how much you loved him, he was not the man you were destined to be with.

A/N: Oh I’m sorry you wanted a happy ending? We don’t do that here.