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cursedlovesstuff · 6 months ago

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Fixing Us. Part 1.

Y/N found herself stuck in a relentless routine.

Each passing day seemed to blur into the next, a disheartening repetition of Nat's absence and Y/N's solitary dinners.

As the hours ticked by, Y/N couldn't shake the gnawing suspicion that Nat's late nights were more than just work obligations.

Despite her longing for connection, Y/N's attempts to bridge the growing chasm between her and Nat fell on deaf ears.

The once vibrant bond they shared now felt like a distant memory, leaving Y/N feeling adrift in a sea of loneliness.

Determined to reclaim her sense of self-worth, Y/N went out on a journey of self-discovery.

Early morning jogs and a part-time job designing clothes provided a temporary distraction, but it was the tattoos that became her solace.

Venturing out with friends offered a fleeting escape from the monotony of her daily life.

Tonight was one of these nights where Y/N met Carol.

There was something familiar about her, a warmth that drew Y/N in like a moth to a flame.

Y/N was sitting at the bar watching others dance while stirring her drink with her straw.

"Do you usually come to bars just to watch others dance?" a voice says, making Y/N look up, shaking her head.

"I thought this was a lounge," Y/N says, smiling a bit.

"It's both," Carol says, putting her hand out for Y/N to shake while saying her name.

"Carol."

Y/N looks at Carol's hand before shaking it, saying, "Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you again, Y/N."

"Likewise."

The pair had met before a few times at some old work events and ran into each other a few weeks ago at this same lounge.

"I don't want to sound rude, but you used to work at SHIELD, right?" Carol asked, her eyes alight with curiosity.

Y/N nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I did. But I left a few years ago," she replied, her voice tinged with regret.

"Why did you leave?"

"I wanted to start a new chapter of my life, and it just wasn't the right fit anymore."

Carol's gaze lingered on Y/N, a silent understanding passing between them. "I can imagine it must have been a difficult decision," she remarked, her tone sympathetic.

Y/N shrugged, a pang of longing tugging at her heart. "It was. But sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the ones you love, even if they aren't willing to do the same for you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carol nodded, understanding. As it got a bit quiet, Y/N said, "So what brings the great Captain Marvel here?"

"So you do know who I am," Carol replied, amused.

"Maybe."

"How come you never spoke?"

"I was shy and newlywed. My main focus was on work and getting home to my wife. I didn't have time back then."

"Wife, huh?"

"Natasha," Y/N says, taking a sip of her drink.

"Nat's married?" Carol asks, a bit shocked.

"Surprisingly yes, but she seems to forget that a lot."

"Just to be clear, you mean Romanoff, right? And you're still married?" Carol questions.

"Four years," Y/N says, halfway flashing her ring before saying, "probably not for much longer anyway."

Carol notices Y/N's mood change before asking Y/N if she would like to dance. Y/N is hesitant before she says yes, gently grasping the hand Carol put out for her to grab as she pulled her to the dance floor.

As carol pulled y/n through the crowd of sweety bodys they found themselves in the middle of the dance floor.

"Do you know this song?" Carol asks to which y/n shakes her head no.

"Iv never heard it"

"Good just let your body move to the beat follow me".

There wasn't any rush or anything; the two were just having fun like only friends. Carol even spun Y/N a few times. The time seemed to fly by; what only felt like an hour of dancing turned out to be three as the two made their way back to the bar to get some water. They arrived at the same time as Nat.

"Y/N," Nat asks, surprised to see her wife.

"Hi, Nat," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Nat's gaze flickered between Y/N and Carol, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes before she turned her attention back to Y/N. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, though her heart raced with apprehension. "Just out for a drink with friends," she replied, her eyes darting between Nat and Carol.

"Where are your friends?" Nat asked, slightly looking around.

"Lilly went home, and Esther is still dancing, so I'm with my new friend Carol," Y/N answered back.

"I didn't know you were friends with Carol," Nat said.

"You don't know all my friends," Y/N responded.

Nat didn't take Y/N's nonchalant yet sassy tone lightly.

"Then why are you at a bar you hate bars and clubs"

"Its also a lounge" y/n says.

"Its both"carol says making y/n smile as she turned her head to look at carol. Nat noticed this and she didn't like it.

As she eyed carol she gently grabbed Y/N's cup out of her hand, sitting it down, and grabbing Y/N's hand before looking at Carol.

"Excuse me; I think it's time my wife and I head home."

Before Y/N or Carol could say anything, Nat practically dragged Y/N to the front door, only being able to give Carol an apologetic look as she and Nat made it to the front of the bar but stopped at a table.

"Sorry I have to leave early,theres something y/n and i need to discuss"

As the team looks at Y/N, saying their hi's.

"You look beautiful, Lady Y/N," Thor says, making Y/N smile a bit while saying thank you

"Are you sure you don't want to stay drinks are on me" tony says as everyone at the table cheers.

"Yeah you guys should totally stay"carol says, which makes Nat only drag Y/N along further out of the bar after saying they couldnt towards the car.

Halfway there, Y/N finally gets out of Nat's grip.

"What is wrong with you, Nat, dragging me out of the bar like a psychopath?"

"What is wrong with Y/N being out this late at night by yourself?"

"I wasn't by myself."

"You know what I mean; I'm taking you home. End of discussion," Nat says, raising her voice a bit.

"No," Y/N says finally putting her foot down.

"What did you just say?" Nat asks.

"I said no," Y/N said before saying, "I'm going to go back into that bar and order me another shot and then another, and I'm going to have fun".

"You can have fun tomorrow when its bright outside and there are less drunk people there"

"I can protect myself natasha"

"Can you? Can you really because its been four years since you were an agent and had any type of training"

"Yeah and whos fault is that because it's not mine"

"What"

"You heard me your Your the reason that i quit being an agent your the reason why i havent trained in four years"

"because you got hurt on a mission,due to not being able to tell friend from foe"nat says making y/n scoff.

"Im perfectly capable from telling friends from foe"

"Then can you tell if carol your friend or just someone who wants to sleep with you"nat says without thinking making y/n feel hurt.

"What i can tell is that your being a dick,just because you have one doesn't mean you have to be one"

Y/n says walking backwards towards the bar saying"You can go home by yourself."y/n says turning around and walking towards the bar.

Its not long after she hears nat say" I'm going home, you're coming with me."

Before y/n knew it she was lifted off of her feet and thrown over someone's shoulder,nats shoulder.

Y/N truly forgot how strong nat was well...is.

"Put me down natasha"

Y/n says smacking nats back trying to get her to let go,but nat dosen't respond to it.

So y/n smacks nats back and butt harder in response nat hit y/n's butt hard enough to make her yelp and jump.

Nat tightens her grip so that she doesn't drop y/n,but there is no doubt that it will leave a mark in the morning.

"That isn't very nice is it?"nat asks but y/n doesn't respond she only continues to try and get out of nats grip.

Eventually y/n gives up realizing there is nothing she can do to get nat to let go.

Nat carries Y/N to the car, gently putting her down in the front seat, buckling her seat belt.

Before slamming the front door and walking around and getting in and closing the door.

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lovebotmo · 10 months ago

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like the movies

chapter three - caramel creams

series masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 2311

author's note: omg ive been feeling stuck working on this chapter for days so thanks for your patience and as always, hope you like this next chapter. so so thankful for all of you who have commented on my previous chapters!!!!!!!!! kiss kiss

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song inspiration: you're here that's the thing by beabadoobee

A week had passed, and you still knew diddly-squat regarding the mysterious guy who had generously sent you the bouquet of moly blossoms and the adjoining note. Glances over classmate’s shoulders to peer at their handwriting were unfruitful and almost landed you in detention when McGonagall had noted your lack of attention in Transfiguration. Whoever your secret admirer was, he had made sure to cover his tracks and frustratingly stump you. No additional clue found its way to you, and no one came forward.

You’d even gone to Professor Sprout earlier in the week to inquire about her moly plants and determine if your mystery man had procured the flowers from her, or alternatively, stolen them. She’d answered in the negative to both—no one had come to her regarding your bouquet, and she wasn’t missing any stock. However, she did echo the sentiment you and Hermione had shared, that whoever he was, he had spent a great deal of money to impress you.

You rolled over in bed to peer at the blooms decorating your bedside. They were still darling as ever. However, they were a constant reminder you had no clue as to who had sent them.

If the guy really fancied me, he’d know this must be driving me mad.

You pulled the covers over your head, groaning, before resolving to go down to breakfast in the Great Hall. Your little quandary wasn’t going to be solved anytime soon, and your stomach shouldn’t suffer for it.

Joining your friends in the Great Hall, Ginny noticed you were a little quieter than normal. “You alright there, Y/n?” Breaking your reverie, you smiled at the red-headed Weasley before stuffing a piece of jam-smothered toast into your mouth.

Your muffled and somewhat undiscernible reply of “’M all good, thanks” was met with a laugh from Ginny and a scolding from Hermione to slow down while eating.

“I’ve got to hurry, ‘Mione,” you said between bites, “otherwise I’ll be late for the Hogsmeade trip. Need to clear my mind for a bit.” Hermione watched in horror at the speed with which you downed the toast, practically throwing a napkin at you when she noticed the jam lingering in the corners of your mouth. You grinned sheepishly at her.

“Still no clue then, I reckon?” Padma asked. You just shook your head, turning to dive into some fried eggs. While you had hoped to be discreet about the whole situation, you had wanted your friends’ opinions, as well as their help, in searching for your secret admirer. However, you had no such luck and your friends were just as clueless.

“It’s kind of dreamy, don’t you think? The whole not-knowing part and the expectation of another clue or a gift. To think someone in this room sent you those lovely flowers!” Hannah seemed more excited about it than you did.

“Oh, come off it. We all know it’s killing Y/n not to know—I’ll bet you she was the kid who would shake her presents under the Christmas tree to try and figure out what they were. Maybe even peer through a hole in the wrapping paper to sneak a peek, eh?” Ginny joked, nudging your arm.

The glare you sent Ginny let her know she had hit the nail on the head.

“Can I see the note again?” asked Luna. Pulling it from your pocket, you handed it to the waifish girl, with Padma peering over her shoulder. As she handed it back, you noticed the certain degree of softness the parchment now had, caused by the countless folding, unfolding, and gentle tracing of the letters by your fingertips. You looked at it once more before tucking it back in.

“Well,” you said, rising from your seated position, “enough of that. I’ve got a date with fizzing whizzbees at Honeydukes, and I will not let you lot make me late!” Laughing, the five girls stood up to join you and began to make their way out of the Great Hall.

Upon arriving in Hogsmeade, the six of you split up to run various errands or meet other friends. Luna joined you on the trip to Honeydukes, desiring to pick up some pepper imps, which she believed would ward off nargles from settling in her hair. You just nodded at your endearing, albeit strange friend. Nodding was oftentimes the best thing to do when Luna said something particularly…off. Upon entering the candy store, you separated from the blond Ravenclaw to fulfill your particular errand.

“Mr. Flume!” You called out to the elderly proprietor of Honeydukes. He smiled once he placed your voice. Your acquaintance with Ambrosius Flume and his wife had begun in your third year, on your very first trip to Hogsmeade. Over the years, you’d heard countless stories about the store and its fantastical sweet treats. As such, when you were finally of age, you had been extremely excited to finally visit. Upon entry, in your typical coordinated fashion, you had managed to slip on and fall due to the bat’s blood soup Neville Longbottom had managed to spill all over the checkered floor. Spotting the tears quickly forming in your eyes, courtesy of your pain and embarrassment, Mrs. Flume had helped you off the floor and fixed you a cup of hot chocolate while you amused her husband with various accounts of muggle delicacies and candies. Since then, you had made it a habit to bring him a muggle candy of some sort to try, proving that even though muggle treats had no real magic in them, they could still be magical. In turn, he would trade one of his newest treats for you to try.

Finally meeting through the frenzied crowd of Honeydukes, Mr. Flume clasped one of your hands in both of his, giving it a hearty squeeze. “How have you been, dearie? Brought me something today, did you?”

You laughed at his eagerness. “You only want me for my muggle sweets, don’t’ you? How incorrigible.”

The two of you giggled like children before you pulled out the promised sweet. This time, you had brought him a small bag of Goetze’s caramel creams, also known as bullseyes. As silly as it might seem, the candies were close to your heart, something you had enjoyed with your mother as a child, eating away at the chewy caramel outside and the sweet cream filling.

“They’re my absolute favorite, you know. And after four years of exchanging candies with you, I insist you stock them just for me. Waiting for packages from my mum to get my fix is simply too difficult.”

Mr. Flume laughed at your dramatics before pocketing the sweets. “You know how much I enjoy these little exchanges with you, poppet. I’ve got something new for you to try, straight from my little lady’s oven.” Reaching into the pocket of his worn apron, he pulled out a pastry of some sort wrapped in brown paper. “Mrs. Flume calls ‘em ‘Cheering Cherry Tarts,’ ‘spose to boost your spirit for a few hours if you can imagine that. Hope you like it.” With that, he left with an affectionate pat on your arm before going to assist some of the other customers.

Taking one bite of the pastry, you had to resist the urge to moan at how delicious it was.

If you knew one thing about Mrs. Flume, it was that the woman could cook.

Scarfing down the tart, you grabbed a box of toffees and glacial snowflakes to bring back with you. After checking out, you made your way to The Three Broomsticks where you had agreed to meet to meet up with your friends after you completed your errands.

You quickly spotted your friends within the tavern. Padma was sporting several shopping bags from Gladrags Wizardwear, while Ginny and Hannah had popped into Zonko’s to pick up some stink pellets intended for the Gryffindor first-years. Ginny was more than happy to continue the pranking tradition her older brothers had begun at Hogwarts, and Hannah was always game for a good laugh. Hermione sat quietly at the table twirling one of her new quills. At the sight you let out a small chuckle. Hermione was many things, but she was not someone to pass up on purchasing new stationary. She was practically besotted whenever she saw a fine quill.

Joining the gaggle of girls, you all went over your purchases, ordering some treats and drinks, gossiping about various happenings at Hogwarts, and just enjoying the general splendor of The Three Broomsticks and its ambience. As much as you enjoyed your classes, moments like these were what you would miss most upon your graduation in the spring. It brought a little twinge to your heart, the bittersweet thought of leaving, but you were excited for the future and to see what your dearest friends would go on to do.

Your reminiscing and get-together, however, was interrupted by increasingly loud voices from a corner table. Imagining it to be some drunkards, you turned, only to see Nott and Malfoy arguing over something that had the two Slytherins particularly heated. While you had no idea what had started their spat, it was easy to tell that Malfoy had somehow provoked Nott who became increasingly incensed. Towering over the blonde, Nott continued to spew verbal fire at him and despite his best effort to hide it, you could tell that Malfoy was intimidated.

“Chi mi piace non sono affari tuoi, Malfoy. Restane fuori!” While you didn’t understand the Italian rapidly leaving Nott’s mouth, you could tell how angry he was. As he was about to continue his verbal assault, he caught your eyes and likely the look of concern on your face. His face relaxed and his next words seemed to slip his mind. Sparing one more withering glance at Malfoy, he quickly stormed out of the tavern and conversation slowly recommenced.

“Wonder what started that little fight,” wondered Padma, picking up her glass of butterbeer.

Turning back, you shrugged, “No idea.”

The six of you left The Three Broomsticks shortly after, realizing that you would have to return to Hogwarts soon. You linked your arm with Ginny as she chatted about her intended strategies for the upcoming Quidditch season. Walking towards the train station, you noticed Nott in the distance, trekking in the opposite direction of the Hogwarts Express.

Didn’t he know that the train would be leaving soon?

Removing your arm from Ginny’s, you excused yourself. “I’ll meet you guys on the train, alright? Save me a seat.” With that, you quickly followed the retreating Slytherin.

“Don’t be late, Y/n! You can’t be losing house points this early in the year!” yelled Hermione.

When you finally caught up to Nott, he was sitting on a bench located on the path that headed towards the Shrieking Shack. He was staring into the distance, those brooding eyes of his lost in thought. Hearing the crunch of autumn leaves beneath your feet, his head swiveled towards your approaching figure. He stood in surprise before sitting again. You sat down beside him.

Bumping his shoulder with your own, you asked, “Something on your mind, Nott? You seem a little…out of it.”

At the sound of your voice, he left out a long sigh. “No—nothing. ‘M fine.” The clipped response made you raise a brow at him. The guy was not very good at lying, even if he was a Slytherin. “And…it’s Theo. Or, I mean, you can call me Theo.” Those blue eyes returned to you, accompanied by the faintest of smiles.

“Alright then, Theo. What’s got your wand in a knot…Or should I say N-o-t-t?” You let out a small laugh, winking at him as he gave you a look somewhere between horrified and disgusted.

“I don’t even want to dignify that with a response.”

“It was right there! I had to.”

“You definitely did not.”

“Don’t you mean…did N-o-t-t?”

“Alright, that’s enough.” He paused, before continuing, “Do you think it’s too late to request a new Potions partner? I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it through the year at this rate.”

You gasped in mock horror, lightly knocking him on the arm, “Oh please Theo, I’m a peach. You adore me.” You didn’t notice how Theo stiffened at your retort, your eyes turning to the autumn trees lining the path.

“That was quite a scene in there, you and Draco. Fighting over anything in particular?”

Theo let out a huff of hot air through his nose, “No…it’s just—Malfoy’s a fucking prat.”

A bark of laughter left you at his response. “Could have told you that in first year, Theo. Would have saved you a lot of trouble.” At that, he laughed, and you were happy to see a grin finally grace his normally stoic face.

“Now c’mon,” you said standing, “we’ve got to get going if we don’t want to miss the train. Godric knows how much trouble I’ll be in with my housemates if we don’t make it in time.”

Theo stood and joined you in walking back towards the platform, a comfortable silence falling over you two. He seemed to have snapped out of whatever funk had clouded his mind, as he was soon making small talk and a few jokes as you got closer.

Just before you boarded the train, Theo grasped your elbow gently to turn you towards him. He was at your eye level then, as you had stepped onto the first step of the express. You looked at him with questioning eyes. “Sorry, um—just wanted to say thanks.” At your furrowed brow he added, “for checking on me, I mean.”

You smiled at him. “Course. After all, what are Potions partners for?” At that, he returned your smile, his bright blue eyes crinkling a little at the edges.

Huh. Cute.

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tremendum · 1 year ago

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okay hear me out…… a javi fic based on the song bad idea by girl in red…..

bad idea

pairing: javier peña x fem!reader

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.) word count: 5.7k requested: yes, based on the song bad idea! by girl in red as above as well as "can we have a javi p x fem!reader fic with a size kink PLLLSSSSS you'll fucking body that!!!" summary: "bottom line, now you're stuck at this sticky bar, nursing your whiskey ginger because there's only one other person here you know; and he is a bad idea. and he's walking over to you." warnings: probably the worst spanish ever (pls correct me!), tbh this is porn with feelings, established friendship, this ended up pretty fluffy, soft dom!javi, reader has a very loose job description, drinking, smoking, size kink, praise, minor self-doubt/insecurity from both, oral (f!receiving), smut (unprotected PiV), spitting, slight face riding, multiple orgasms. notes: cant BELIEVE this is my first javi fic??? bc ive been loving this request for a while and this finally came to me amidst a fever, ive written it in like just over an hour and a half and refuse to edit it. anyways, desperate Javi is so sexy to i had to throw it in there,,, please lmk if you enjoy it and leave a comment/reblog!! that's how writers are motivated!! :) lmk if you guys want more javi in the future bc hes soooo yummy

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it's as if the universe is calling on you to make bad decisions tonight.

you didn't intend on going to the bar and staying until last call - that notion had only just appeared to you around four-forty-five pm, when you were signing what was to likely be only halfway through the documents you had to sort and approve by today's deadline. or maybe it'd slipped into your head when Murphy and Peña strutted into their desks just across from yours in the bullpen, smirks on their faces and their words hushed.

you'd caught Javier's eye just as he laughed at something Steve muttered, his brows raising tauntingly as he glanced from his empty desk to your cluttered one. his shirt was unbuttoned and tie loosened, much too casual for the work day that'd yet to end; you'd rolled your eyes and resisted the urge for a cigarette. or the urge to climb over those desks and onto his lap right then and there.

so you'd told yourself as a reward for the overtime you'll be punching in this week, you'll grab a few drinks - maybe, maybe find someone pretty to go home with. it's been a few months since anything delicious came your way, and after your tortuous new reassignment to the west side of the office, you've been forced to stare at Javier Peña for close to forty hours a week while he furrows his brow, churning cigarettes and barking things on the phone.

it was a bad idea to let yourself find him attractive, and an even worse decision to become friendly - because once it started, it was an downhill sprint towards full-blown feelings.

he didn't make it easier, with his looks and his comments and how he walked you to your car every evening or invited you to drinks with him, Murphy and Connie every Friday.

Javi was trouble. so, here you were.

but fate is not on your side - it was simply a bad idea to come to this bar.

it's not like you didn't expect to see him here, either. Javi always frequents this bar, all DEA agents do - and you'd actually told him and Murphy this time that you'd planned your night around this exact barstool. another poor plan, because now you're stuck staring at Javier's chiseled profile as he smiles at the woman working the bar, sliding his empty glass across to her and running a hand over his jaw.

yes, you'd all but invited Javi to join you this evening, but you hadn't expected him to come alone - something about Connie and Murphy going to buy flowers on the way home - whatever. bottom line, now you're stuck at this sticky bar, nursing your whiskey ginger and poking at the ice with your cocktail straw because there's only one other person here you know; and he is a bad idea.

and he's walking over to you.

"what's got you so down, cariño?" his voice is smooth as silk - but something deeper, almost. barrel-aged, probably. you regret the smile that placates your expression when he pulls himself into the stool on your left, turning your body to face him slightly. he's smiling already - that fucking smile, damn him.

your head feels fuzzy as the smell of his cologne, muddled from the sweat of the day and the drink he'd enjoyed in the hour before deciding to come over to your side of the bar. you sigh, "trying to decide if I can walk home from here." you joke with a shrug, huffing a laugh through your nostrils as you cross your legs together.

your skirt always used to feel odd against the stools here - the juxtaposition of work attire in a dive like this sticking out like a sore thumb. but you're used to it, now, and it barely phases you that your work shirt is unbuttoned just a bit more than it'd been at work this evening.

Javi tuts gently, "should've considered that before last call." he mutters, raising his brows as he slides a cigarette between two plush lips, searching around his tight jeans for a light. your lips curl in a half-smile as you flick your own lighter, leaning forward to light it for him; his eyes, dark and swimming.

"guess so, but I've been prone to making bad decisions lately." you sigh, shrugging a shoulder.

he hums lowly as a puff of smoke plumes around your bodies, gently caressing you. his arms, exposed to the elbow by the carefree sleeve-rolling Javi did the moment he left the embassy, glow golden under the low light. "Leavitt." he mutters in recognition, and something within you blooms and sputters. you nod sheepishly - Leavitt had reamed you in the middle of the bullpen early this morning for incorrectly guessing on some of his paperwork and resulting him in a fine.

you wish Javi hadn't heard, but- well, it'd been hard not to hear.

you smile weakly, shrugging as you desperately try to chase the cherry at the bottom of your glass, not sure what to say. your eyes meet his when you finally fish the cherry up and bring it to your lips; the sweet flesh of the fruit breaks open and the juice slides over your lips and onto your tongue as you sigh.

his eyes follow you just as they've followed your figure around the office for months; dark, unspoken, wanting. screaming something at you, as you lift one brow towards his dark gaze.

"among other things," you sigh, tongue slipping out to gather the syrupy juice on your bottom lip, "yes."

Javi shrugs, "fuck him." he mutters it simply, fingers tapping lightly on the wood grain of the bar between you, and you crack a smile, "yeah, fuck him."

you swallow your last sip before humming, "so where's Murphy? didn't realize this'd be a party of two."

he tilts his head, "is that such a bad thing?"

you huff a short laugh, cheeks heating up as he stares down at you, eyes dipping low to the lowest button of your shirt before meeting your gaze. "I never said that, did I Javi?" you smile sweetly, balancing your head on your hand, leaning on your elbow. but you know better; this is a bad thing, you realize.

because the second Javi leans closer, you catch the woodsy musk and cigarettes that swirl around him, a deep amber scent. you're totally fucked.

there's something that's been dancing between the two of you for weeks now, too exciting and different and real to acknowledge yet; but now, with three drinks under your belt and his large eyes on you, you don't think you can resist.

you don't want to.

but something catches your eye behind his attentive frame, and you try to hide a laugh. "your admirer is staring." you smirk, eyes distracted by the woman tending bar who keeps glancing with a stare at the back of Javi's head.

he doesn't even turn his head, seemingly already knowing who you're talking about.

he shakes his head, "she's an old friend." he dismisses, eyes not leaving yours. you raise a brow, "friend?" you scoff lightheartedly - you know him, you know his reputation.

he smiles, "yes, a friend." he insists, though his pink cheeks suggest otherwise, and you laugh.

"it's been months since I've been with someone." you sigh, almost embarrassed to be admitting that to someone with such... high credentials in that arena. you honestly don't even know why you admitted it.

he doesn't seem phased, but his eyes seem to grow a shade darker as he flickers them back to you.

"why don't you change that?" he says with almost no hesitation.

you shake your head, "because I don't have a ride home." you tease, looking at him through your lashes.

his head tilts towards you microscopically, eyes flickering over your features in a way that has your thighs clenching together. "let's go." he decides, ghost of a grin falling on his lips as he moves to stand. you blink, setting the glass with a clink down on the bar, "you don't have to, Javi, I can-"

he waves you off with a dismissive hand, shaking his head as if offended, "I'm not leaving you here, cariño." he smiles gently, offering a hand to help you off your stool. something warm turns in your stomach as you take his hand - this is such a bad idea yet you can't help but dive in head-first.

he insists on walking you to your door.

you'd think it chivalrous, but with the way his hand falls on the small of your back, you're beginning to think it's anything but.

he leans against the wall just next to your door as you dig through your purse for your keys, cheeks hot under the scrutiny of his gaze. by the time you slide the key into the lock and open the door, he's standing just a foot away from you, hands in his pockets and an easy look on his face under the flickering fluorescent lights in the hall. you turn back, heart hammering, as he speaks.

"have a good night, cariño." he says with a gentle smile, about to turn around; you feel your opportunity slip through your fingers like the grains of time as you stutter, "w-wait!"

he can't hide the smirk as he turns back to you and you bite your lip, tilting your head inside, "Javi..." you murmur softly, embarrassed to even say it.

his brows raise in question, intrigue spreading over his face, but he says nothing.

in your impatience, you flush, sighing. "don't make me say it." you almost whine.

at your words, he takes a step towards you, your head tilting up to follow his eyes until he's directly in front of you.

there's a playful kind of desire that flickers through his features as he watches you're heaving breaths. his breath hits you warm and inviting as his glistening eyes search yours, "say it."

your throat dries as you take a breath, "please," you try instead, face heating in embarrassment. he shakes his head, one large hand rising to caress over your jaw, brushing a strand of hair back from your ear.

leaning into your ear, he whispers gently, "you can do better than that, can't you hermosa?" his voice rolls over your body, inciting goosebumps to travel the length of your skin.

you let out a stuttering breath, your whole body buzzing in anticipation as your eyes roll over the doors of your neighbors, hoping none of them can see the way this man crowds around you right now, how desperate you are as your hand slides over his own forearm. "Javi, I want you," you whisper, biting your lip.

the groan he lets out sends a rush of heat to your core; arousal slicks your underwear as you feel lips ghost over the junction of your neck and shoulder; "estoy seguro de que sí, niña bonita," he breathes against your hot skin, his hands grabbing your hip and hair, pushing you suddenly against the wall.

you gasp, a short whimper escaping your throat as his teeth scrape over your pressure point, one hand sliding into his hair, tugging at the thick locks. "fuck," you whimper as he presses fully against you, the pressure of his hardening cock against your stomach, "Javi-"

you mutter, hands frantically pulling him by the collar of his shirt towards your awaiting, desperate lips-

he tastes warmer than you'd imagined. like bourbon, some sort of sweet - licorice? - and desire as he licks into your mouth fervently, hand roaming down your sides to splay over your ass. you gasp against his mouth once his large hand squeezes your ass; seizing the opportunity, his teeth bite gently on your bottom lip. he leaves you breathless and dizzy.

yes, this was - this was a bad idea.

"look at you, hermosa." he mutters as he pulls away, hand splaying over your cheek and turning your head slightly, his eyes coursing over your aching body, searching his friction. something flickers in his eyes as he watches your hips move desperately, his hands squeezing over your waist, "so pretty."

you flush at his words, the adoration lacing his face as he takes in your mussed hair, stuttering chest.

"inside-" you start to suggest, breathless with desire, and he nods eagerly, "yes-" and then you're stumbling inside your apartment, a rush of cologne hitting your nose pleasantly as he crowds behind you, hands on your back, sliding low until he's squeezing your ass and groaning into your ear, "drive me fuckin' crazy with these skirts, baby."

you let out a moan when he's pushed you back against the wall, hands pulling to untuck your blouse from your skirt, lips trailing marks up and down the column of your neck. you scramble to help him undo your top, but he get's too impatient-

the buttons pop and clatter onto the ground as he rips the blouse open, exposing your lacy white bra; your eyes round as you gasp, "Peña!" you snap, swatting him on his shoulder as he laughs sheepishly, staring at his own mess then back to you.

"I'm sorry." he utters, trying desperately to conceal his smirk as you glare at him, trying to calm your thundering heart because Javier Peña wanted you so bad he just ripped open your blouse.

he sighs, pulling at your hips until you give in, melting against him, "I'm sorry, cariño, I'll buy you another." he sounds a little more sincere this time as his lips press against your neck again and you help him shuck off the shell of what remains; his hands mould against your breasts instantly, thumb brushing against the bud that peeks through the lace, hardened in arousal. "you're so pretty, baby, it hurts." he mutters, cheeks tinted as he leans in to kiss you again, a warm feeling coursing through you as he slowly undoes your bra. he's always been so dramatic.

you smile to yourself as you watch him lean down, placing kisses down your chest.

your stomach coils in desire as he hitches one of your thighs up against his hip, hand sliding down to the strap of your heels; you silently thank yourself for wearing your decent heels - sexy, but professional. his eyes eat you as his fingers slowly undo the buckle on the heel, dropping it to the floor while staring into your eyes.

your heart hammers as he drops your leg in favor of the other, slowly dragging his fingers down your legs to unclasp the other; as you fall down to your true height, he has to stoop over you to catch your lips to his, your teeth scraping as he groans into your lips. your hands hungrily shove his suit jacket off his broad shoulders, tongue pressing against his as he pushes you hard back against the wall.

you moan gently as he grabs your thigh and hitches it once again against his hip, pressing his length up against your core; the friction is delicious against your aching clit, dull but stimulating. you try to cover it up, "you better buy me two blouses, Javi." you joke. he smirks into your mouth, hand sliding below your skirt to toy with the ends of your stockings.

biting down on your throat as he snaps the stocking against the plush skin of your thighs, he groans, "fuck it- I'll buy you anything you want, just let me taste this pussy." he adds, voice low as he reaches around, fumbling with the zipper on your skirt.

oh, god.

you help him with frantic hands; soon he's down on his knees, hands sliding up your thighs, clad in your stockings and panties, his breath hitting your heat gently.

one hand rises up your abdomen to toy with your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple as he hums. you sigh shakily as you stare at him, body electric with arousal.

his eyes are blown wide as he stares up at you, tie loose, shirt unbuttoned and disheveled, hair mussed up from your fingers - the picture of an angel. your heart nearly stops as he leans forward, eyes still on you, and kisses just below your navel.

your heart pounds as you stand on shaky legs, watching with anticipation as Javi teases you, kissing just around where you want him: your thighs, down to your knees, back up- your waistline - as his lips flutter onto your skin, you have to close your eyes, trying to find your breath because your mouth is screaming at you to say something that could ruin this all.

(yeah, this was a bad idea).

but he slowly pulls at the edges of your underwear, you're aware of how hot everything is: you're sweaty, in need of a shower eventually. biting your lip, you mutter, "should- do you want me to shower, first? it was so hot out today-"

any self-doubts that had crossed your mind are thrown out your open window into the night's warm breeze when Javier looks up at you with a face almost offended; as if it were absurd to ask. his hands close possessively over the backs of your thighs as he growls.

he shakes his head, hands tightening on you so you stay against the wall, "you're not going anywhere. I've been dreaming of this pussy for ages. I'd live here between your legs, hermosa." he mutters, pressing his nose up against your panties, moaning at the damp seat, "so sé buena para mi y deja que te pruebe, si?"

swallowing dry as your face heats, you nod, fingers brushing hair from his eyes. "si, Javi."

he nods, "good."

his thumb rises to prod gently at your pussy, sliding over the damp fabric as you gasp sharply. he lets out a low hum just as his thumb slides to hook your panties to the side, revealing your glistening, aching cunt for him. you watch with a slack jaw as his tongue darts out; a bold, flat stripe up your heat sends shivers through your body, your throat letting out a quick gasp at the desire that rocks through your body.

"fuck, princesa, you taste so good." he groans, a desperation laced into his voice that you've never heard from him; one more lick spreading your arousal before he's swirling his tongue around your clit, holding your hips down hard into the wall to ensure you can't move away as he groans into you.

"feels so good, Javi-" you whimper, face hot as he hums, face moving between your thighs as you stand on shaky legs. "what was that?" he teases, biting your thigh softly. you yelp, hands falling to grip his hair, your head falling back against the wall. "sh-shut up," you breathe, grinning with hot cheeks as he chuckles against your heat.

but then he pulls your panties down your legs, tossing them behind him before he settles back between your thighs; suddenly one of his thumbs is spreading you open more, forcing your legs to spread just slightly, and he's spitting onto your wet heat.

your toes curl in pleasure as you gasp, one hand grasping your breast, thumbing your nipple. your stomach clenches as he leans back into you and works, tongue spreading over your cunt and gathering your arousal from your aching entrance before pulling your clit into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth and sending shocks through you.

he groans when you tug on his hair; the vibrations from his throat sending a thrill up your spine and you can't help as your hips buck forward, smothering Javi's face and nudging your clit against the ridge of his nose.

"s-sorry," you mutter, face flushing as he pulls back and stares at you hungrily; he shakes his head, "fuck, do it again." he orders, lips falling back onto you, tongue coursing through your soaked cunt as you buck your hips, the feeling of your clit against the bridge of his nose pulling a sharp gasp from you.

your words fail you as Javi squeezes your ass, slapping you harshly and causing you to yelp. your hips don't cease their movements; riding his face, the nudge of his nose on your bundle of nerves hurtles you towards the edge of your orgasm, and you start to moan his name louder and louder.

his mouth works to wind you up, your legs twitching and hands grasping at yourself and at his shoulders, his hair. he eats you up like he's been starved for months, his mouth only leaving you to mutter words into your dripping pussy. it's mere minutes before you're writhing against the wall and Javi leans back, "I can feel you're close, hermosa," he breathes, thumb replacing his tongue as he speaks. your thighs start to close but he holds them open, blinking those large eyes up at you, "need to feel you cum on my tongue, baby. cum." he sounds more desperate than you've imagined even in your wildest of dreams and you nod, your stomach burning with the clench of nearing your orgasm.

you hit your high merely seconds after his mouth falls back onto you - your fingers in his hair, his name from your lips, chest heaving and back arching off the wall. he moans heavy into you as he laps you up, drinking you in and coaxing you through your orgasm with gentle hands and a silver tongue.

you're left breathless when he stands back up, your legs as weak as jelly as his hand pulls your jaw forward and into him.

your lips meet his in a sticky, passionate kiss; you can taste yourself on his tongue as you pull his hips against yours, his cock straining through his pants.

"do you need a minute-" he pulls back to ask as your hands slowly slither down to fumble with his belt; your heart thrums as your body rides the high of your orgasm, but all you want is more, more.

you don't think you'll ever stop wanting more of Javier Peña.

this was a really bad idea.

"-I can get you water-" he tries to offer and your heart thumps at how kind he is, so attentive and caring - but you shake your head, nipping at his lips as you push him backwards, further into the apartment, "no- need you now, Javi, please." you mutter, "water after." you insist, unable to fight the smile that grows as he chuckles against your lips.

"okay, señorita, whatever you say." he whispers, leaning slightly until he's picked you up and you wrap your legs around his hips, bare, sensitive cunt against the rough denim of his jeans. "but I don't want to hear any complaining, now." he teases, eyes sharp and shining with a playfulness that has you smirking.

"then you better give me what I want." you counter as he stumbles his way through the threshold of your bedroom, hand coming to the back of your head to make sure he doesn't bump you against the frame.

"I'll give you anything if you ask nicely." he whispers into your ear, biting your earlobe as you both tumble down onto your mattress, desperately clawing at his shirt and tugging his jeans off until he's splayed above you, arms caging you in as your stocking-clad legs wrap around his naked hips.

he pushes up, leaning back so he's got his cock in his hand, pumping slowly as he stares at your bare body, splayed out for him. his eyes look ravenous; slowly, he lets his cock rub up your slit, gathering all of your arousal and juices as he rolls his hips.

you hitch your breath, both of your sighs heavenly as they flow through the evening air. there's sweat sheened over his built chest and your fingers slide over his toned arms, lifting yourself slightly so you can look-

oh, fuck.

your eyes almost roll back at the sight of his swollen cock, thick and large and lying against the short hairs that curl just above your pussy; he's so big, splayed on your stomach - he's going to be so deep.

your eyes widen as you wonder briefly how he'll fit but then he's humming, "ready, princesa?"

you nod desperately, clawing at him until he's caged you once again, the tip of him prodding your entrance gently. "yes, Javi. fuck me, please."

he hums, "dirty mouth," he mutters, "for such a sweet girl." he kisses you just so, his hand brushing hair away from your forehead as he teases you.

you’re breathless; shivers cascade down your spine at the press of him, slowly breaching your hole and grinding sloooow and smooth into your dripping cunt, aching with desire.

he can’t slide into you, not fully- his cock is too thick, your cunt dripping but still so goddamn tight. the moan he lets out as he inches in slowly is fucking heavenly. "fuck, cariño, you weren't lying-" he mutters, almost shaking with restraint as he slowly eases himself into your tight walls, "-shit, so tight."

you grip his shoulder tight, "t-told you- it's been months," you gasp and he smirks, "thought that was just a line to get me back to your place," he mutters.

as he stills himself, nostrils flaring with focus, you lay a hand over his cheek - his eyes meet yours, something deep and truthful hidden in them. your eyes scream back at him.

oh, you're fucked for him. this may have been a horrible idea.

"well maybe I was just waiting for the right person," you speak before you can think- he freezes, you can feel his muscles tense. your mind reels. fuck, you hadn't even talked about what this was between the two of you- a quick fuck, stress relief, or something more- you're fucked.

but he smiles, suddenly, groaning through squeezed eyes as he shakes his head, "you're going to kill me, cariño." he mutters, one hand falling to your hip, "you're so fucking cute."

your stomach rolls with butterflies at his words and you hide your face. he has none of that, though, and peels one hand from your face and kisses you sweetly.

the kiss heats quickly as you slide your tongue against his; a strangled gasp leaves your lips when he starts to slide into you more, inch-by-inch, stretching you open and filling you full of him. his head falls heavy against your chest as he mutters, “you're tight, baby, so fucking perfect.”

his voice is starting to slur in pleasure as he soon slides into you fully, sheathed deep. you flutter around him as you accommodate to his size, the feeling of him nearly melting you as he starts to slowly thrust. his hips roll and grind against your clit; you gasp, nails raking down his bare back and pulling a moan from his lips.

you let out a loud moan, his thickness stretching you and sliding deeper than expected, the tip of his cock kissing against a spot that has you keening. your toes curl and your head falls back as he grinds into you slow, deep.

it's a feeling you've never felt before; you knew Javi had a... reputation, all the women talk about it at your girl's nights and at the water cooler. but you never imagined such bliss as his hands roam you, palming your tits, his lips tracing shapes of affirmation all over your face, chest, hairline.

his voice slips between english and spanish as he purrs praise after praise in your ear- dreamed of you for ages, baby... just like that, yes, take my cock... querida, so good for me...

all you can say is his name; it falls from your lips like it’s the only word you know, his hips soon pistoning into you with fervor, chasing the feeling which coils again in your abdomen.

suddenly he's grabbing at your hips, lifting you slightly as his legs slide under you and you're flipped up, straddling him, sitting on his cock as your legs wrap around his back.

you feel one of his own sturdy thighs prop up behind you as he lets you gather your breath; a whimper of his name has him nipping at your bottom lip.

"shh, querida I know, feels so deep, doesn't it?" he mutters, kissing your lips as you slowly start to rock your hips, bouncing slightly as Javier's hands roam up your spine, one squeezing your ass as the other tugs your hair.

"fuck," you moan, "you're so big, Javi-" he groans at your words, his own hips thrusting upwards and hitting a spot inside you that has you screaming; he leans back, staring up at you as you stare down at him with lust-filled eyes. his hand falls to lay against your stomach and your eyes follow his, where you can see the slight movements of him deep inside you-

christ.

you moan at the sight, the thought - he's so big all the way inside you - he's tugging you closer to him, until you're chest to chest, lips pressing hard against the other.

the sounds of you and Javi's bodies together echo through your apartment; your head lulls to the ceiling as you let out a languid moan, the spot he's hitting making your eyes roll back. you can feel your cheeks hot and heavy as you whimper in desire; you're so goddamn close again, you know he can feel it.

"shit-" he groans, "y'close?" he mutters and you nod frantically, the pleasure coiling dangerously fast.

"been months, hermosa?" he groans into your ear as he meets you halfway with his thrusts, your breath punched from you with every kiss to your g-spot, "this what you wanted, hm? this feel good?"

he’s always had you wrapped around his finger, and he fucking knows it.

you sigh in ecstasy, unable to form full sentences as he hits the delicious spot inside you that nearly makes you pass out: "yes, J-Javi- so good, so good-" your hands hold him as close as possible, his warm chest against yours.

the crest of your orgasm tingles your thighs, your toes curling and legs shaking as you start to stutter; he moans heavy- he's close, too. his thrusts are getting slower, sloppier. his movements are soon desperate and deep as yours are; his tip kisses your cervix and your body jolts up with each movement of his pubic bone against yours.

"you're perfect- fuck, need you to cum, baby-" he starts, desperate as one hand holds your neck, the other on your ass, tight enough to leave marks. "cum on my cock, hazlo ahora mismo mi amor, please-"

he's rushing, desperate as you moan, his words throttling you hard towards the edge.

you see colors when you hit your high. your orgasm explodes as you flutter around him, pulsing, moaning, your body shuddering as you slow your movements on his lap, unraveling around his touch. your voice is broken, mutters and whimpers of his name drifting through the room.

your thighs are soaked with your own spend and your cunt grips him like a vice; he can't help but kiss your open mouth as he milks you through your orgasm, muttering soft grunts in your ear. "that's it, baby. there y'go, so pretty, querida." he kisses the column of your throat as his thrusts slow to deep, long thrusts. "atta girl."

his slow thrusts are splintered by his voice, "sh-shit, 'm gonna cum." he sounds almost desperate, his body so close to yours it's almost like he's trying to smother you. he groans your name in a broken sound; his grip tugging your hair. as he lifts you slightly, pulling out just in time for him to paint you with his cum.

his seed covers your lower stomach, his groans deep and breaths quick as he moans, brows furrowed. your heart slams at the sight; Javi, pushing you down onto the mattress as he pumps his release onto your chest.

his head tilts back, a look of complete bliss on his face, brows tight as his abdomen muscles tense and flex. his arms, toned in the soft light of your bedroom, glow. christ.

okay, not a bad idea. a fucking dream.

he slumps onto you after a second, moving so that he doesn't crush your chest, pulling you tight against his own hot skin. you feel his smile grow against your neck and the butterflies that grow in your chest swirl out of control.

you smile, too.

you catch your breaths in silence while he places kisses sweetly over the marks he made earlier, your hand smoothing down his back, to the curve of his ass, and back up.

once his breath is back, he kisses your cheek and stands, stretching his bare body, unashamed of the open window across the room.

you smile, face hot as he smirks at you, his eyes raking over the cum that paints your skin, before walking towards the kitchen. you sigh, lighting a cigarette that you dig from his jeans as he comes back into the room to wipe you clean, handing you a glass of water.

you smile at that, shaking your head as you hold the cigarette up to his lips, watching as the ember lights up the dark of his mustache and the light in his eyes. there's smile lines around those eyes; it makes your stomach flip.

once you've both drained the glass of water, he pulls you back down to his chest, relaxing against the mattress.

"well, that was probably the worst decision you made all day, hermosa."

his voice is teasing, but there's a flicker of doubt that crosses his eyes that you know all too well. your heart flips as you shake your head gently, hands cupping his cheeks.

"this was the best idea I've had in weeks, Javi." you smile softly, pecking his lips gently.

when you pull away, his smile is so soft you almost want to photograph it. something in the air is sweet when the two of you silently realize that he's going to stay the night; he pulls you up into his chest, kissing your hair while you listen to his racing heart.

he doesn't say anything after that - he doesn't have to.

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tazmiilly · 11 months ago

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ive had this one children's Hanukkah song in my head for weeks. it just stuck with me when I was like. 10.

#just now typing this another Hanukkah song came in my head... ohhh....#these are in the deepest parts of my memory I think

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catras-witchy-girlfriend · 2 years ago

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For However Long Is Forever

Catra x Reader

CW: LONG, smut, porn w/plot, kind of a sequel to Finally Free but can be read alone, soft sex, comfort sex, vanilla, gentle, sweet, no assigned roles, just making love, each other's first time, slight pain play maybe?

With her head resting upon yours you both began to sway in the kitchen of your little house. Far from the world, from the princesses, from the horde and all it's nightmares.

Catra's ears were pulled back, purrs rumbling softly from her chest against the soothing music from the record player. Hearing that familiar sound warmed your heart, her purrs were so rare in the horde.

It had only been a few weeks since you both escaped, and while difficult, you both made due.

About a minute later and the songs were over, but still you remained in each other's arms for just a moment longer.

"I never thought..." Catra began, softly whispering against your ear, "I never thought it could be like this..."

You smiled warmly against her shoulder, and held her tighter, "Do you like it?"

Catra rested her hands further down your waist, and sighed contently as she closed her eyes. "Yeah, I think I do."

You turned your head slightly to leave gentle kisses across her neck, "me too, kitten."

You felt as her jaw set for a moment and her voice grew serious, "What if someone tries to take this from us?"

"They won't..."

"How can you be sure?"

You thought for a moment, "because we won't let them..."

"But how?" She stressed, pulling back from you slightly to look you in the eye, "How are we going to stop them? We're only two people, we have no army, no weapons, no allies, we're-"

"Kitten," you said sternly to cut through her spiral and pulled her back into you, wrapping her arms around her waist. "I know it's scary, neither of us really know how to do... this, but I want to learn with you! So lets-"

You sighed and placed both hands on her cheeks, caressing her face softly with your thumbs, "-lets not worry about that right now, okay? Let the princesses and the horde fight their little wars, and for now? Just...just stay with me, please."

You looked to her with pleading eyes that she couldn't resist and she sighed.

Catra hugged you warmly and mumbled grumpily into your hair, "I hate you..."

You laughed and pushed her back gently, "Why? Because I said you can't worry!?"

"Exactly!" She laughed along with you, "I'm trying to come up with defense plans and you're luring me in with that stupid cute little face!"

"Oh I'm sooooo sorry my cute little face is so distracting, kitten~!" You teased.

She sighed dramatically, "Oh give it a rest, princess-" she smirked with her arms crossed, "-besides it's not like I like you or anything~"

"No, no you're right-" your voice laced with a false sadness that quickly revealed itself to be teasing as you gloated childishly, "-you looveeee me~!"

"I'm gonna get you, you dumba-!"

Knowing what would follow you shrieked with laughter and sped in the opposite direction from her and toward your shared bedroom as she chased after you.

As you entered your room and went to close the door to slow her down she picked you up and tackled you onto the bed.

"Nuh uh, no one's gonna save you now, cutie~" she teased in a sing song voice as you playfully struggled underneath her.

You grabbed a pillow and lightly hit her with it while saying between giggles, "You. Are. So. Mean!"

She grabs the pillow as you go to hit her with it again and snatches it from your hand before pinning you down, "Trust me, princess, I can be much much worse~"

Your nose crinkled cutely as you stuck your tongue out at her which she scoffed at and mumbled with playfully annoyance, "You're such a brat, you know that?"

"Maybe~" you shrugged with a wide grin.

After a moment or two she relaxed on top of you, her purrs vibrating between you both as she let go of your hands and moved them to your face as she caressed your cherry cheeks.

"Ive never seen you smile like that-"

You tried to look away from her sheepishly but she softly grabbed you by the chin to pull you back.

"-no wait, I-I like it." Her dazzling two tone eyes admired you beneath her, "You really have always been beautiful, princess. I'm so sorry it took me so long to notice it..."

With your heart swelling in your chest your eyes fell to her pretty red lips.

Your mouth parted slightly as you looked back up into her eyes and suddenly you felt light. As though the world had disappeared.

There was no war, no princesses, no horde, no betrayal, no heartache, no trauma, and no pain.

It was just you and Catra.

"A-are you sure?" Catra asked in response to a question you were too love drunk to even recall asking her, "I've never um...heh-"

She sat up, straddling your lap as you sat up as well, "I've never kissed anyone before..."

And just like that you saw someone you had missed for a long long time, you saw Catra.

Her eyes wide with curiosity and eagerness. Her tail swaying by the tip, and a soft smile across her face.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't love Force Captain Catra. You'd be lying if you said you didn't love the power she held, the confidence, the pride, and the ambition. All things that turned what was once a childish crush into yearning and want.

But you loved Catra too. The girl you fell for in training when you were younger. The girl who would startle you by leaping from the shadows, that high pitched laugh as she notices you jump, and then the care of her asking if you were alright.

"Neither have I-" you admitted sheepishly before taking a deep breath to still your nerves and placing a soft hand on the nape of her neck, "-but I've always hoped it would be with you."

You began leaning in before whispering inches away from her mouth, "Can I kiss you, Catra~?"

She wrapped her arms over your shoulders and whispered a soft, "yes."

With her permission you pulled her in gently, your heart hammering in your chest as her lips met yours. Your body shivered under her weight and you whimpered ever so softly before she pulled away.

Her eyes were wide, almost dazed, as her purrs rumbled between the both of you, "Woah..." she said simply.

Your face flushed, "W-was that okay?"

"I think so," Catra paused for a moment as she reached her hand out to caress your face once more, "but...I think I want to try again, if that's okay with you."

You felt as though you were caught in a trance, "Yes, please..." you shifted beneath her slightly as you felt something you had never really felt before, "please kiss me again, kitten~"

So she did.

Leaning and grabbing your face between her hands she pulled you into a deeper, more passionate and confident kiss.

You could feel her hot breath against your face, her nose bumping against yours, and her fangs ever so gently grazing your soft lips.

Between the frenzied kisses you ran your tongue across her bottom lip. She seemed to get the message as she parted her lips and allowed your tongue to explore her mouth with yours.

By now you were both a mess. With her hands combing through your hair and your hands roaming over her lean body as you moaned into each other.

"C-can I-" you attempted to ask between your kiss, gently placing your hand on her breast, "Can I touch you here, kitten~?"

"Yes, yes~" she mewled out. "F-fuck, why does this feel so good~?"

Her tail wrapped tightly around your thigh as she kissed you even more roughly, and desperately.

"D-dont question it, kitten," you told her through short pants and gasps for air, "just feel it, just l-let me take care of you~!"

This time she was the one to whine as you groped her tits over her shirt and as you kissed her deeper and deeper.

"Mmfh!" She mewled as you took her by surprise and gently laid her down flat on the soft mattress.

You pulled away from her for just a moment, your faces mere inches apart as you softly whispered for only her to hear:

"Gods above, you're lovely, kitten~" as you slowly ran a finger down from her chest, to her stomach, "I want...I want to show you...I want to show you how much I love you."

Her brilliant eyes were fixated on you as an audible gulp slid down her throat, "w-what do you mean, princess?" Though you could tell by the growing volume of her purrs that she already knew.

"I..." You were blushing wildly as you stated, "I want to make love to you, Catra~"

Still unsure, you slid up her body so you were laying on top of her and caressing your cheek, "I want to touch you everywhere I can, I want to kiss all those pretty freckles, I want to fill you up with my love so fully that it's engraved on your bones so you never forget it, kitten~"

You felt her shiver and squirm a bit underneath you before she leaned in to kiss you once more and said confidently, "Then do it, princess, I trust you~"

With her permission you carefully undid her short black shoulder cover before bringing your hands to the back of her horde uniform and slowly began unzipping it.

You couldn't help but take in the details on her copper skin. Freckles you had never noticed before coated her shoulder blades and chest, and small tuffs of fur like hair traveled in a stripe down her stomach and to her v-line.

"You have to take the shorts off first~" her silvery voice broke through your thoughts, but as you looked back into her eyes she began to laugh, "holy shit, you should've seen your face! Aw, you're so red, princess~!"

"Catra, stop, this is supposed to be sexy~!"

"Sorry, princess it's just-" she laughs and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "-you're so fucking cute~"

You scrunched up your nose playfully before hooking your fingers over her one piece, boxers, and shorts before pulling them all off with one quick tug.

Catra gasped lightly at the sudden cold air against her warm skin. Her parted lips soon replaced by yours as you continued to kiss her passionately.

Your slightly chilled hands go down to grope her bare breasts and play with her nipples as they harden underneath your touch and she mewls in your mouth.

Catra pushes you up just enough to claw at your shirt while repeating, "Take this off, take this off," in a lusty voice until your shirt was, not only discarded, but likely torn to shreds.

You smiled warmly before moving down enough to kiss her jaw and neck.

Her deep purrs echo throughout your room, her clawed hands tangled in your hair as she whimpers.

As you begin leaving wet open mouthed kisses across her neck and collarbone Catra moves a hand down from your hair to your back before-

"AAhh!" You wince, arching your back and pushing your bare chest against hers and whimpering to catch your breath as you adjust to the stinging sensation.

"Shit-!" Catra gently pushed you up just a little, still out of breath herself, "I-Im so sorry, princess! I didn't mean to scratch-"

"Hey, hey-" You cooed before brushing her cheek softly with your thumb, "I-its okay, it's okay, I um..."

Blood rushed to your face as you blushed, "I kinda liked it~"

There was a soft, and concerned look on her face, "A-are you sure?"

You shook your head with a smile, looking down at your intertwined limbs, "Hell yeah! So please-"

You nuzzled her cheek with the tip of your nose before whispering in her soft ear, your hot breath making it twitch slightly, "-I don't wanna stop, kitty, not until I give you every bit of pleasure you deserve~"

She purrs loudly, turning her face to kiss you hot and passionately. Though in her haste to return to your lips she mistakenly rubbed herself against your leg.

Her claws returned to your shoulders, no doubt leaving their own marks again, as she tensed and gasped.

The look so gave you was one you had never seen before. Her usually piercing eyes were dulled by her need as she kept looking down between her legs.

"Oh? Did you like that, kitty~?" You asked coyly.

Through her purrs she whispers sweetly, "I-I think so...can I do it, again?"

Your heart swelled by the sight of her so desperate for you. The woman who once was your force captain, was now under you longing to be touched and loved in a way she never had before. To say you felt honored was a deep understatement.

You held on to her hips gently and pushed your knee against her center more, "Of course, kitten, do what ever makes you feel good, okay?"

She nodded and then began grinding herself against your leg.

"Thats it, kitty, does that feel good~?"

"Uh huh~" she whimpers as she watched herself before turning her head, her cheeks flushed, and hiding her mouth with her hand.

You began rocking your hips with her movements before noticing she was trying to hide her moans.

So you leaned down, grabbed her hand, and pulled it away. "Please don't do that, kitty~" you said as you kissed her lips softly, "don't hide your pleasure, you deserve it~"

You grabbed a pillow from your side of the bed and placed it behind her so she was sitting up just a bit more so you could rub your knee against her cunt more purposefully.

"You deserve-" you started as you kissed her lips again, "every bit-" and kissed her temple, "of pleasure, kitty~"

"Then give it to me~" An odd mix between a growl and hiss left her mouth as she began trying to pull down your pants with one hand while the other was wrapped around the back of your throat. "Give it to me, now~"

As you slipped out of your pants she pulled you back and began kissing, licking, and biting your neck.

You moaned loudly at the suddenness, your eyes rolling back as though she had you in a trance.

"Touch me~" she moaned into your ear as she grabbed your free hand and moved it between her legs, "be a good girl for me, and touch me~"

With one hand between her legs you moved the other into her hair. Your hand roaming through it, messing up her mane every time she found a particular sensitive spot against your neck which Catra was so keen on nursing until it was red before biting to be sure to leave her mark all over you.

With a soft whimper you began to play with her pussy lips.

"Fuck you're so beautiful, Catra~" you moaned against her ear as you rubbed her.

She licked up your jaw with her barbed tongue, her eyelashes fluttering against your cheek as she whispered slightly lost of breath, "Mmm, you think so, princess~?"

"Mhm hm~!" You hummed before both of you gasped as you slipped a finger through her slit, "F-fuck you're so wet~!"

Your moans mixed together as you rubbed her up and down before finding her clit.

Catra jolted slightly in your arms, "Oh fuck~!" She moaned lowly, her purrs rumbling deeply throughout the room as she rocked her hips against your fingers, "Right there, princess~! Oh fuck~! Yeah, yeah~!"

You rubbed the sensitive bud a bit faster, her claws once again marking up your back with shallow red scratches, but you didn't care.

Her pleasure was all that mattered as you rubbed her and held her in your arms as she rode your fingers. Whimpering and squirming, this was a side of Catra you never thought you'd see.

"Y/n, Y/n!" She struggled to find her words as her mind was mostly over taken by pleasure, "I feel...I feel...fuck I feel h-hot down there? Fuck~! S-should w-we stop?"

You slowed down softly, needing to catch your breath yourself, "I-If you want to stop w-we can, d-do you wanna stop, kitty?"

She looked up your body. Your breasts in her face, your chest heaving slightly, the bright red blush across your face, the concerned yet yearning look in your eyes.

Catra shook her head no.

"D-does it hurt?"

She thought for a second the burning tension in her stomach letting up slightly, then looked back up, "N-no, i-it felt good, I think..."

"D-do you wanna try again?" You asked her softly.

She bit her bottom lip between her fangs before wrapping her legs around your waist and her arms around your shoulders, "Yes...p-please, princess~"

You smiled coyly before putting your fingers in your mouth to tease her, only for you to moan, "F-fuck, you taste so good, kitten~"

You looked up at her sheepishly before looking back down between her thighs, "C-can I...can I kiss you down there, kitten?"

Though slightly nervous, the innocent look on your face compelled her as she removed her legs from your waist and spread them open, "Go on, princess~"

As you moved down her body you made sure to leave opened mouthed kisses in your tracks. From her lips to her jaw, to her neck to her collarbone, to her breast to her tummy, to her v-line to...well;

Catra rested her hands in your messy bedroom hair as you looked up at her before kissing around her pussy lips.

However her sent was hypnotizing and you just couldn't help but want more of her so you quickly spread her lips with your fingers and began lapping up her leaking arousal.

"Ooh~!" She mewled as her hips raised up towards your face and hissed, "Fuck that feels so good princess~!"

So you continued, licking up every bit of the mess she made of herself before finding her entrance. Your curiosity got the better of you as you tongued it teasingly, slipping your tongue in and out.

She pulled on your hair so hard it made you cry out and grip onto her thighs tightly as she dragged you back up to her clit, "Fuck me, princess~! Please~! Please no more teasing, I want you, I want you so bad~!"

The desperation in her voice was all you needed to be compelled to do anything she said.

Closing your eyes you began licking around her hardened bud, moaning into her as you revealed in the taste.

Catra let out a deep mewl and arched her back while keeping your head in place. "S-shit! Mmm faster, princess~! C'mon, just a little aahh f-faster~!"

Immediately doing as she said you flicked your tongue faster against her clit before deciding to wrap your lips around her and begin sucking.

Her hips twitched up again and she borderline screamed from pleasure, her thighs tightening around your head as her arousal leaked down your chin.

"Oh fuck~! Oh fuck~! Don't stop, princess~! That-! Ohh, it feels so good~!!"

You continued to lick and suck on her at the same pace, as you moaned and gasped, the vibrations only making it more pleasurable for Catra.

"P-princess-! Ah, ah~! I-its hot again~!" She whimpered as her legs began to shake around you.

Alternating between sucking and licking on her sensitive bud and greedily taking mouthfuls of her pussy into your mouth, you held onto her hand.

"J-just relax, kitty~" you looked at her through bedroom eyes before gently rubbing her freckled thigh with your free hand, "I'm right here, fuck, I'm right here, j-just try to relax~"

She nodded as she combed her claws through your hair, gasping and moaning through her purrs.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she tried to relax, enjoying the feeling of you worshiping her delicious pussy. The feeling of your tongue lapping her up, your hand rubbing her thigh as you tried to soothe her and it was all too much.

The heat pooled between her legs began to build and build until all at once it released in a blinding light as her eyes rolled back and she screamed in pleasure from the top of her lungs.

Her legs shook against your head as her thighs clamped shut around you before she squirted and came on your tongue.

Catra's purrs echoed through the room as she caught her breath, and her tail softly curled around your waist.

You cleaned her up ever so softly with your tongue knowing that she would still be sensitive, but not even a moment later you felt her graze her claws over your cheek before tilting your head up to look at her,

"That...that felt so good, princess. You did such a good job for me~" she praised.

Knowing you made the woman you love feel good brought the brightest smile to your face and Catra couldn't help but laugh;

"You're such a cutie, ya know, princess~?"

You blushed softly before going to lay down next to her as she returned your pillow to your side of the bed and cuddled you, your bodies intertwined.

You flattened her messy hair so you could rest your chin on top of her head and kissed her temple. "I'm so happy I made you feel good, kitten, you needed it...you deserved it." You whispered.

She rubbed your back softly 'til you jumped and your face twisted in a grimace as she remembered the swallow scratches she left on you,

She moved to escape your grasp but you instead held her tighter.

"Where are you going?" You pouted.

"I'm just going to get a towel so we can clean up your back, princess."

You huffed childishly and pulled her back, "Nooo, I want to hold you, come back!"

She rolled her eyes playfully, "it's gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow if we don't clean them up now."

You nuzzled your face in the crook up her neck and mumbled, "That sounds like a problem for future Y/n..."

Catra snickered and ran her fingers through your hair, "Yeah well then future Y/n better not be complaining tomorrow because of current Y/n's mistakes."

"Yeah, yeah whatever-" you sighed as you finally successfully pulled Catra back into bed with you, "just stay with me...please."

She looked down at you fondly as you moved to laying just above her soft chest and wrapped you up in her arms.

"Always, princess"

"Promise?"

That word sent a chill down her spine. You sounded so sweet, so peaceful, so hopeful, but Catra learned the hard way that promises often seemed to come with an expiration date.

But then again...as she looked back down at you and took in your restful face in your afterglow, the warmth of your body, the weight of your comforter, and soft natural light of your small home she thought, 'maybe promises don't last forever...'

'but for however long we have left...'

"...Yes, princess, I promise."

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