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diet pepsi | n.jm
âlosing all my innocence in the back seatâ
đnow playing: diet pepsi by addison rae
⯠summary: Jeno has one rule â his little sister is not allowed at street races. Jaemin knows this, and still, he canât help but feel a thrill when he spots you sneaking out to watch him race. That is, until he sees you with another guy, and suddenly, heâs all in favor of Jenoâs rule. And heâs pretty sure that rule also means he should intervene and give you a ride home.
⯠pairings: jaemin x virgin fem!reader
⯠genre: brotherâs best friend, smut, racing!au
⯠words: 5.6k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, swearing, arguing, jealously, pet names, car sex, unprotected sex (donât do this!), oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, virginity loss, slight corruption kink, bit of angst, âdaddyâ mentioned once but not in a kink way?, jaemin is lowkey a dramatic asshole in the first half, mention of marking, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just a jealous brotherâs best friend trope because it eats every time
Jaeminâs blood runs cold when he sees youâwait, what are you even doing here?
Heâs never been so tense in the driverâs seat before. Heâs usually all calm and controlled, razor-focused on the track, with only one thing on his mind: winning. And heâs pretty damn good at it. But today, he canât seem to focus. Not with youâJenoâs little sisterâstanding right there on the sidelines, sticking out like a beacon in a crowd of rowdy onlookers.
So out of place, timid and awkward. Normally, heâd find it cute if he wasnât so pissed that youâre even here. You donât belong among his reckless racer friends, the ones with wandering eyes; and the girls with short skirts, heavy perfume, and sharp eyeliner.
Heâs never been this distracted at the starting line before, never found anything particularly interesting to gaze at through his freshly cleaned windshield. But there you are.Â
Ripped blue jeans clinging to every curve that heâs spent years thinking aboutâtoo many nights with his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining how his fingers would mold and print into the soft flesh of your skin. And those cherry-red lipsâthey make pride swell in his chest, a small thrill from knowing heâs the only racer here with a red car. Itâs probably just a coincidence, but Jaemin lets the possessive part of his mind take over, because he wants nothing more than to see that red smeared around your cheeks as he kisses youâwants it to stain him like a claim.
God, whatâs he even thinking?
Youâre his best friendâs little sister. Off-limits.
Speaking of which, why are you here? Jenoâs not racing tonight, and heâd kill you if he found out. Actually, Jeno would kill him, even though Jaemin had no idea youâd even show up. Jeno hated you being at the races on a good day, let alone when he wasnât here to keep an eye on things.
And maybe thatâs why, for the first time, Jaeminâs gaze drifts to his side mirror as he speeds off. Because Jenoâs not here to watch over youâso he has to. Yeah, thatâs it. Itâs for Jenoâs sake. Definitely not because heâs worried about you. And definitely not because he likes the way your cherry-red lips part in a cheerâa cheer he likes to imagine is all for him.
Whoâs he kidding? Jaemin loves knowing youâre here, watching him race. Honestly, itâs the biggest rush heâs ever feltâthe purest shot of adrenalineâand heâs never pushed this hard on the track. But right now, he only wants to win for you.
And he does, slamming on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt the second he crosses the finish line. A few friends clap him on the back as he gets out of his car, congratulating him, but he doesnât care about them. He only wants youâto hear you say he did great, to see that proud look in your eyes. He wants you to beg him not to yell at you for sneaking in tonight⊠or worse, promise he wonât tell Jeno.
Except, Jaeminâs not so sure he can negotiate on the âno yellingâ part of that deal. Not when he spots you in the crowd, looking up at Jisung. Jisung, whoâs got your attention on him instead of his win. Jisung, whoâs making you laughâand Jaemin knows heâs not that funny. Jisung, whoâs handing you a can of Diet Pepsiâand youâre just taking it, smiling at him with those red lips, lips that donât belong to him.Â
Jaemin knows Jisung doesnât have a bad bone in his bodyâChrist, the guy wouldnât hurt a fly, and heâs one of his racer friends. Still, he doesnât like the way you lean in when you laugh or how youâre looking up at him with pretty eyelashes fluttering. It makes something stir in him, something sharp and possessive. Without thinking, he storms over, snatching the damn can from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process.
You gasp, the sound almost too soft, "Woah, Jaemâ"
"What are you doing here, Y/N?
You stumble back, heart skipping in your chest. Heâs looking at you like heâs about to devour you whole. Gaze locked with yours, primal and urgent, scanning you with a heat that makes your breath hitch, throat going suddenly dry. You came here to see himâno one else. But the way his eyes are on you now...you donât know whether telling him that would be a good idea.Â
You swallow hard, feeling small beneath the weight of his stare. âIâuh, IâIâm just⊠here to watch,â you mumble. "I didnât think itâd be a big deal..."
Jaemin doesnât respond right away, his eyes narrowing as they flick over you, then over to Jisung, then back to you. "Alone?" he finally asks. "You just showed up here by yourself?"
âWell yeahâI didnât think anyone would mind..."
"Jenoâs gonna fucking kill you when he hears about this," he mutters exhaling sharply, the tension in his jaw is visible as he crosses his arms. "You know he doesnât like you being here.â His eyes flicker to Jisung for a moment before they shift back to you, a little colder. "And Iâm sure heâll be thrilled to know youâre accepting drinks from other racers, huh?â
Your brow furrows, a tinge of annoyance creeping in. "Itâs just a can of Diet Pepsi, itâs notâ"
Jaemin cuts you off. "It doesnât matter what it is," he snaps. "What matters is that youâre here, without telling anyone where you were going. Without Jeno knowing." He shakes his head in disbelief.Â
You scoff. "Iâm an adult, Jaemin. Jenoâs not my keeper, and neither are youâ"
Jaeminâs jaw tightens, and something flickers in his eyesâsomething dark. But just as quickly as it appears, itâs gone. "Thatâs not the point, Y/N," he growls, his voice lowering. "The point is youâre here, at a street race, by yourself. You think thatâs smart? You think thatâs safe?" He takes a step closer. "What if something happened to you?"Â
"Iâm fine, Jaemin. I can take care of myself, okay?" Your voice cracks, frustration spilling out, but the sound doesnât make Jaemin soften like it usually would.
He steps even closer, towering over you, his presence dominating, and you can feel his breath on your face, hot and quick. âThisâthis shitâ" he gestures around to the crowd, the cars, the racers that surround you both, "this is not safe for you. You shouldnât be here."
Your hands curl into fists at your sides, jaw set as you refuse to back down. "Why? You and Jeno come here every other weekend?â Whatâs the big deal?"Â
"The big deal, Y/N, is that you're a pretty girl, surrounded by a bunch of horny assholes who'd love nothing more than to corrupt a sweet little thing like you."
Your breath catches in your throat, and your mouth goes dry as his words hit you like a punch. You blink, trying to process, but the anger in his eyes is enough to make your pulse quicken. Jaemin must realize what heâs said because there's a brief moment of hesitation. He clears his throat, trying to regain control.
"And you never told anyone," he tries to add, his voice a little less steady now, "And you're letting random guys buy you drinksâ"
"I already told you. It was just a Diet Pepsi, Jaemin. Youâre blowing this way out of proportion!" You cut him off.Â
You donât even know what youâre arguing about anymoreâ and youâre pretty sure he doesnât eitherâitâs like heâs mad for the sake of being mad, the two of you going around in circles.
And frankly, you're tired of it. This wasnât how tonight was supposed to go. Youâve always had a thing for Jaemin, and now was supposed to be your chanceâyour shot to make him see you as more than just Jenoâs little sister. You knew heâd be distracted with the race, but you thought if you showed up, maybe heâd finally notice you, really see you. But instead, heâs making it perfectly clear that youâll never be anything more than that girl he feels the need to protect.
âStop treating me like a child, Jaemin,â you sigh. âIâm not some fragile little girl who needs you to babysit her."Â
You turn on your heel, ready to walk away from him, but before you can take more than a few steps, Jaeminâs hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
"No. Weâre not done talking."
He steps forward again, grip on your limbs tight but not painful, and before you can even process whatâs happening, heâs pulling you toward the exit, the sound of your shoes hitting the pavement is far too loud in the heavy silence thatâs settled.Â
"Jaemin, wait!" You tug against him, stumbling slightly, trying to free your wrist from his grasp. "Iâm not going anywhere with you. I told you, I donât need you babysitting meâ"
"Iâm not asking." His voice is low and final. "Youâre going home, and youâre going with me."
"Let go of me!" You hiss, still trying to yank free, but he just tightens his grip, pulling you with him as if youâre a ragdoll.
Jaemin finally stops, turning to face you, his eyes sharp with frustration. He growls at your protesting, stepping into your personal space. "Iâm taking you home, Y/N. Donât argue with me."
You stare up at him, chest heaving with anger and something elseâsomething you donât want to admit to yourself. "Youâre insufferable," you mutter, but itâs weak.Â
You know youâre defeated. Thereâs no point in fighting him anymore. His presence is suffocating, overwhelming, and every fibre of your body knows heâs not going to let this go until heâs got you back home. You have no choice but to comply really. And you groan whilst slipping into the passenger seat of his car, imagining the story heâs going to muster up for your brother.Â
Jaemin gets into the driverâs seat, his body tense and irritated, and you almost feel bad that he canât celebrate his winâalmost. He places the can of Diet Pepsi in the cup holder, the soft clink of the can echoing through the car. Then, without breaking his focus, his gaze flicks to you, his voice low and commanding.
âSeatbelt.â
You huff, rolling your eyes as you slide it on. âYes, daddy.âÂ
The moment the words leave your mouth, Jaeminâs jaw tightens, the muscle flexing under his skin. His eyes darken for a split second, a dangerous glint flashing, something that makes your pulse stutter for just a moment. His fingers curl around the steering wheel, gripping it a little tighter than necessary as he tries to compose himself.
He clears his throat, shifting slightly in his seat, nostrils flaring. âDonât push your luck, Y/N.â
You sink into your seat with a sigh. The silence in the car hangs as he drives, thick with awkwardness and annoyance. Your throat still feels dry from the argument, and before you can even think about it, you reach for the can. The cold metal soothes your fingertips. But the second your lips brush against the rim, you can feel Jaeminâs eyes on youâhot, intense, and focused.
You can feel him watch your every move, and as you pull the drink away from your lips, his eyes narrow in on the red stain your lipstick left on the silver rim. His grip on the steering wheel tightens, jaw tightening with it, his gaze flickering between your lips and the can in your hand. Without warning, he snatches it from your fingers, one hand still on the wheel, eyes focused and full.
Then, Jaemin presses his own lips against the spot where yours just were, right over the mark you left. Sipping the drink slowly â savouring it.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you ask, voice a little breathless, startled.
Jaeminâs eyes widen, and for a split second, his grip tightens on the can before he abruptly pulls it away from his mouth, tossing it into the cup holder without a second glance. His brows furrow as he tries to make sense of his own actions, as if heâs suddenly aware of how ridiculous he must look. His mind is reelingâover a simple lipstick mark on the rim of a can. Something so innocent, yet itâs driving him crazy.
He clears his throat, trying to regain an ounce of composure, but his voice cracks slightly. "I was, uh..." He hesitates, biting back a sharp breath, his eyes flickering to the road before snapping back to you. "Just making sure it wasnât spikedâŠ?"
It sounds weak, even to his own ears, and he knows youâre not buying it. The way your lips part tells him everything. You narrow your eyes at him, a little too sharp for comfort.Â
âSpiked?â You glance at the cup holder, where the can now sits innocently. âHow would you even know from the taste, Jaemin? Not to mention Jisung gave me this, that boy wouldnât hurt a fly.â
Jaemin knows that. Still, he curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair as the frustration builds in his chest. His entire excuse is a mess, just like the thoughts spinning in his head.
"Look, letâs call it precautionary, okay?" His voice is clipped and thereâs a tightness to it. "Donât make it a big deal."
You lean back in the seat, a small bitter laugh escaping you. âMe making things a big deal? Oh, the irony.â
He doesnât respond or bite back or try for the final word and it makes the silence thicker. Jaeminâs grip on the wheel is so tight his knuckles are white, and honestly, you donât know how long you can keep doing this.
âYou're impossible, you know that?" The words slip out before you can stop them, and your chest tightens as soon as they do. "I didn't come here for you to babysit me or make me feel like I need your protection. I came here because Iâ" You stop yourself.Â
Jaemin's head snaps to you, "Because you what?"Â
For a second, you canât speak. The words are right there, but they feel too big, too much to let out. Youâre caught between the urge to spill it all or keeping it hidden, scared to change the dynamic. But youâve been pretending for too long, playing by the rules, and now, you want to stop hiding.
âI came here because I wanted you to see me,â you say, voice barely above a whisper. âNot as Jenoâs little sister. Not as some kid. I wanted you to see me⊠as me.â
Jaemin doesnât react, not at first â well, he does, but itâs subtle. His hands go completely white around the wheel, his jaw clenched so tight you can almost hear it. Without saying a word, he pops the indicator on and pulls over, the tyres screeching slightly as he brings the car to a sudden stop.
You freeze, and a small wave of panic bubbles up inside your chest. Did you say the wrong thing? Did you make it weird? Heâs your brotherâs best friend, and now youâve crossed that weird line thatâs bound to make everything awkward. Jenoâs gonna kill you.
You swallow hard, waiting for him to snap, to tell you how messed up this whole thing is.
But he kisses you.Â
His hand on your cheek, without warning, pulling you into him, and consuming your lips with a force that steals the air from your lungs. Itâs not gentle like you expected him to be. Heâs typically always gentle with you â unless heâs mad, which right now, he is. This kiss is desperate. Hungry. And you like it because itâs the kind of kiss that makes your body forget how to breathe. The kind of kiss that tells you he doesnât see you like a kid â like Jneoâs little sister.
âYou drive me fucking insane, you know that?â Jaemin growls, nudging your noses together. His hands find your waist, to grip it. âYou walk around in those jeans clinging to your ass, with your cheeks flushed, and that fucking lipstick the same shade as my car.â
You giggle softly against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. âYou noticed?â
âOf course I fucking noticed,â he groans.
Jaeminâs lips trail down your jawline, each kiss slow, and teasing, and needy. The desperation in his movements is evident like heâs trying to savour every inch of your skin. The feeling is foreign to youâeach soft press of his lips sends a rush of heat through your body. The simple touches make you gasp, drawing a low, satisfied groan from him as he feels the reaction in your body.
His breath catches, lips brushing softly along the sensitive curve of your neck as he pulls you closer. His hands tighten around your waist, and the pleading in his voice intensifies, but thereâs no mistaking the hunger in it. Heâs holding back, trying to keep his composure.
âTell me this is a bad idea, Y/N,â he whispers, his lips grazing your skin with kisses. âTell me you donât want this.â
Your breath is shallow and you canât help the way your body reacts to him. The way your hands find their way into his hair, fingers threading through it as you desperately tug on it, unsure of what else to do.Â
âPlease, angel, you have to say no,â he murmurs into your neck, his voice low and desperate.Â
âDonât want to,â you whimper, shaking your head again. âWant you, Jaem. Always wanted you. Only you.â
"Fuck..." he groans, his lips trailing away from your skin to look at you.
And what a pretty sight you are. Eyes glazed with lust, pupils blown wide, dilated with something raw and needy. So innocent, so forgiving, so eager â so fucking his. Itâs enough to make him painfully hard, though he was already straining. Hearing you say you've always wanted him â and only him â had already sent a rush of heat straight to his cock.
Jaemin canât help himself. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek again, his thumb teasing the softness of your bottom lip. You gasp, and his pupils darken, fixating on the way your mouth parts, the red colour staining his thumb. Itâs everything heâs ever dreamed ofâa perfect fantasy.Â
âYouâre gonna get me in so much trouble, gorgeous.â
Heâs still hesitating, and you can feel it â you fucking hate it. Something takes over you, and without thinking, you take his thumb into your mouth, deep, sucking hard. Jaemin practically growls, his lips parting as a hiss escapes him from the sight.Â
A switch flips, and in one smooth, deliberate motion, he yanks his thumb from your mouth, kills the engine, and climbs into the backseat. His eyes are sharp as they focus on you, which tells you to follow suit. He doesnât care that on paper this is a âbad ideaâ. His cock is telling him itâs the best one heâs ever had.
Itâs clear the moment you climb into the backseat, the way his body shifts into something animalistic. You try to settle beside him, but Jaemin doesnât let that happen. He grips the hem of your shirt, yanking you down and onto his lap. The heat from his body radiates through the thin fabric of your clothes, his chest pressing hard against yours as his hands slide possessively around your waist.
His hands roam down your back and you can feel the hard press of him against your ass. It makes your pulse spike and your sweet red lips fall open for him, making him smirk with pride. His lips trail down to your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he murmurs your name, low and rough.
Itâs all-consuming. Hot and desperate. Panting and breathless. Bodies moving in sync. The car heats up from your bodies softly grinding against each other. His hands are everywhere.Â
âAngel,â he growls, his voice low with restraint, âif you keep grinding on me like that, I wonât be able to stop.â
You bite your lip, keeping your rhythm steady, your hips pressing into his. âGood.â
Jaemin catches a hand around your jaw pulling you away from his lips. âIâm serious, Y/N. Are you sure you want this?â
You nod, your gaze heavy with need.
He shakes his head, âI need words, gorgeous.â
âI want this.â
Such a simple phrase shatters his restraint, unravelling him completely. With a growl, he tosses you onto the back seat, lips trailing hotly down your body until heâs between your legs. His fingertips graze the waistband of your jeans, and he leans in, voice a low whisper.
âCan I?â
You nod, but he shakes his head, his eyes dark with hunger. âSay it.â
âYes...â You breathe, the word barely escaping your lips, but itâs all he needs.
The jeans slide down your hips and ass, past your thighs, until theyâre bunched around your ankles. Jaeminâs eyes flicker down, landing on your pantiesâdarkened with dampness.
"So wet from just a little grinding?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So fucking cute."
A rush of heat floods your chest. Youâve never done this before. And suddenly, itâs all too much, too fast. His words, your own desperate need, the car, the argument... everything crashes together. Without thinking, you press your legs closed, embarrassed by your body's reaction.
Jaemin's brows furrow as he watches you closely. "You okay?"
Your cheeks burn with a blush, stuttering as you struggle to find your voice. "I-I-uh," you falter, hoping heâll say it, ask you the question. But he doesnât. His eyes are fixed on your mouth, waiting for you to say it.
"Iâve never done this before."
Jaeminâs eyes flicker with something dark before he hums lowly. âYou still want this?â
You nod, not trusting your voice.
âWords, Y/N.â
âGodâyes.â
A satisfied smirk curves on his lips. âGood,â he murmurs. âYour bodyâs a fucking work of art Iâve been dying to see, and I never want you to feel embarrassed about showing it to meâand only me, yeah?â
This time, you donât nod. You meet his gaze, voice steady as you tell him, âYes. Only you.â
He smiles, hands resting on your knees as he gently eases them apart, his gaze fixed on you, completely mesmerized. If someone had told him this was how heâd be celebrating his win tonight, heâd have laughed in disbelief.
But now, his knuckles brush over the front of your underwear, a feather-light touch that sends a spark through you. Your hips react on their own, bucking slightly as his fingertips tease your sensitive nerves through the thin damp fabric.
âYouâre so fucking wet.â
He drags his fingers to your waistband, sneaking underneath to run a soft finger up your slit, drawing a gasp from your lips. He takes that as permission to slip the pair down your legs, meeting the same fate as your jeans somewhere in his car.Â
Jaemin keeps his eyes dead set on you as his fingers work to find your clit. The moment he does, he starts working slow, taunting patterns against it, each movement deliberate and unhurried. The sensation is leg-numbing, sending waves of pleasure through youâso much better than when you do it yourself.Â
âTell me how it feels,â he demands, âI wanna know how Iâm making you feel. Tell me.â
Your mind is spinning, words slipping through your grasp, and all you can manage is a choked, incoherent moan. Itâs not enough for him. Dissatisfied, he sinks his middle finger into your pussy at your silence. You jolt at the intrusion, the feeling intense and foreign, but his eyes stay locked on you, waiting.
âTell me,â he groans, relishing in the feeling of how tight you grip around his finger.
âF-feels good,â you manage to stammer.
âYeah?â he taunts, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly picks up the pace. âWant more?â
âYesââ you nod eagerly. He wastes no time, slipping his ring finger inside to join the first, matching the rhythm, savouring the warmth encapsulating around him, and you unravel beneath him.
You watch him through half-lidded eyes, breaths shallow and quick, completely undone from the tortuous pace of his fingers. Jaeminâs expression softens as he takes you in, a quiet, satisfied coo slipping from his lips.
âLook at you,â he murmurs, âSo sweet⊠so vulnerable just for me.â
A low chuckle escapes him as he feels your walls threatening to tense, wanting to flutter around his fingers, and it sends another wave of pride through him. He shifts his eyes down, and without hesitation, takes your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in slow, devastating circles.
If heâs going to make you cum for the first time, itâll be on his fingers and his mouthâheâll make sure of it.
âS-so good, Jaemââ you gasp, voice trembling as his mouth and fingers work in perfect sync, pushing you closer to the edge.
He hums against you, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. âYeah?â he murmurs, lips still pressed to your skin. âGonna let go for me, huh? Let me feel it.â
His words, his touchâitâs all too much, and you can feel every nerve on fire as he coaxes you over the edge until youâre cumming from the steady rhythm of his fingers and the relentless, teasing laps of his tongue. You're a shuddering mess beneath him from the orgasm heâs given you.Â
He fucking loves it, looking in complete awe.
As you start to come down, muffled whines still slip from your lips, riding out the aftershocks of your release.
âWhat is it?â he prods, his voice smooth but persistent, but all you can manage is a frustrated sigh, annoyed with his stupid teasing tone. âAngel..I donât know what you want if you donât tell me.â
"All I want isâ" You gasp when he lightly brushes your sensitive clit again,"âyour cock."
A smug smirk tugs at his lips. His hand slides to rest possessively on your hip as he moves to hover above you, his gaze locking with yours.
âAre you sure?â
You nod, your lashes fluttering with need, and he takes that as permission to rid himself of his pants, his hand wrapping firmly around the base of his cock. He positions himself carefully, just at the edge of your pussy.Â
Itâs not how youâd pictured your first timeâdefinitely not the romantic, cute scenario youâd always fantasized about. But one thing was certain: Jaemin was here, and thatâs all that really mattered. Though, you hadnât expected him to be this⊠big.
He picks up on the hesitation in your eyes, sensing the tension coiling tight in your chest.
With deliberate slowness, he slides his length teasingly between your drenched folds, making your breath catch as your nerves tense.
âIâll take it slow,â he pulls down to murmur against your lips.Â
You nod, your lip caught between your teeth, biting down hard enough to taste the metallic tang as he presses his tip against your cunt. His other hand grips your hip, his fingers digging in as he applies pressure, holding you in place. He stays perched above you, eyes fixed on your face.Â
"Keep looking at me," he says, watching the way your face squirms. "Please."
His begging has you fighting to keep your eyes from fluttering shut, staying locked on him as you watch the way his pink lips part, the way they twitch, holding back a moan when he inches forward just enough to feel his tip slip past the threshold.
He pushes forward in a slow, savouring motion, and when he finally sinks into you completely, you stretch around him. Your brows furrow, caught between the sting of pain and the rush of pleasure. His teeth catch his lower lip, holding it there as a low, skin-tingling moan rumbles deep in his chest, his body staying still, giving you a moment to adjust.
âPlease move,â you beg, barely able to get the words out, desperation lacing your voice.
He struggles to keep his breathing steady as he watches your face, studying it for any sign of discomfort. Once heâs sure youâre fine, he begins to draw his hips back slowly, his movements deliberate and deep, wrecking you as he rolls his hips forward, filling you again.
Your eyes want to flutter shut, the bliss almost too much to keep conscious but you want to please him. Jaemin pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, and you moan into it, the sound pulling a breathless, stomach-knotting whine from him.
He increases his pace, and you cry out, your head falling back as your hips begin to meet his. One of Jaeminâs hands tightens around the side of your waist, grounding you as he drives deeper, faster, harder â greedy.Â
You move feverishly, hips bucking wildly as you try to take him deeper, craving the way his cock stretches you, hitting every nerve with overwhelming pleasure.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he gasps. "Keep looking at me. I wanna see how pretty you look when Iâm making you feel good."
You can only respond with a breathless gasp that catches in your throat as he buries himself deeper, rolling against you whilst your nails dig into the fabric on his shoulders.
His hand slips from your hip for a moment, reaching for your fingers to guide them down where your bodies are connected. His fingers curl around yours, bringing your hand to your throbbing clit. You take the hint, fingers moving instinctively to find the sensitive bundle, desperate to ease the tightness building in your abdomen.
"Not gonna last long, angel," he breathes, his voice ragged. "But I need you to feel good."
"Fuck," you whimper. Your hips begin to writhe, chasing the pleasure as every part of your body burns with need.
âSo fucking warm and wet and tight,â he groans, forehead slick with sweat.Â
Your bodies feel like theyâre burning, the car steaming up with heat, the windows fogging so thickly that you leave a handprint on the glass as you steady yourself against Jaeminâs building deliberate thrusts.Â
Heâs fucking into you with an erotic urgency, as if heâs trying to spill out every fantasy heâs ever had about you since Jeno introduced you. Itâs like heâs remembering, all at once, that heâs broken all the rulesâoff-limits, bro codeâand he doesnât care anymore. Doesnât regret it one bit. Because the feel of you on his cock is totally worth it.
Your stomach starts to tremble as warmth floods your lower half, your muscles contracting and fluttering around him. The feeling overwhelms you, and it only encourages him to slow his rhythm, to drag out your orgasm as long as possible.Â
Jaemin finally caves, moving his face to nuzzle against you. Your hands find his hair, tugging him up so you can kiss along his neck, your lipstick staining his flesh, marking him with that signature red colour.
You keep your hips rolling with his, even after the earth-shattering orgasm heâs just given you. Every cry, whimper, and moan spills from the back of your throat at the force of him, your voice chanting his name in a string of desperate mumbles. Your body convulses and shakes as you clamp around his length, and he grunts at the feeling, whispering praises to coax you through it.
He snaps his hips upward, grinding his body against you to savour the feeling. His muscles begin to shudder, jolting as he gasps for air, his own orgasm hitting him hard.
Hearing and feeling him lost in so much bliss only stretches the aftershocks of your release, both of you a mess of limbs and shameless sounds. Then, you feel him still completely, his release erupting in warm spurts, filling you and making you feel full of him. Heâs everywhereâhis scent, his kisses, his cum.
Youâre left utterly spent, like a limp puddle, but Jaemin stays closely intertwined with you. You both inhale ragged breaths, neither of you daring to break apart. Youâre reduced to fluttering glances weak panting and slick skin.
Jaeminâs eyes shift toward the side window, his fingers gently combing through your hair before he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
And when he finally tries to move, there's a sudden clink, and the faint sound of liquid splashing. You both glance down at the Diet Pepsi can now toppled over and spilling its contents all over the car seat. A muffled chuckle escapes Jaemin's lips as he shakes his head.
âThat stupid fucking drink,â he mutters with a grin.Â
âYou should be grateful,â you hum, âWithout it, we probably would never have fucked.â
Jaemin shakes his head and laughs, but the humour quickly fades as his expression turns serious. He leans in close again, his lips brushing yours.Â
âNot true,â he murmurs. âIâve wanted you ever since I met you. I wouldâve made a move eventually.â
âOh yeah?â You tilt your head, teasing him. âWhatâs been stopping you?â
âJeno,â Jaemin says quietly, and itâs like it hits you both at once.
Your stomach twists in knots, the mention of your brother, Jaeminâs best friend, suddenly making everything feel... wrong.Â
âWhat are we gonna tell Jeno?â
#jaemin smut#nct smut#nct dream smut#nct dream x reader#nct x reader#jaemin x reader#nct hard hours#nct scenarios#kpop smut#jaemin scenarios
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can u do svt reaction with no nut novemberđ love ur writing!!!!
seungcheol: he starts off strong, âthis is easy, iâm basically a monk.â but makes it to day three, tops, before heâs in your DMs, like, âokay, you win, come over.â literally holding his head in his hands before fisting his hard cock.
jeonghan: jeonghan only joins no nut november to annoy you, trying to show off his self-control. âoh, itâs nothing. i can do this easily.â but when you start teasing him day after day, sending him nudes and flirty messages, heâs practically boiling. but he holds out until the end of the month, when December 1st 00h comes, this man is slutting you out.
joshua: tells you heâs âdoing greatâ and that the challenge is âactually easy.â but secretly, heâs sneaking off every day, trying to relieve himself without you finding out. when you catch him, all flushed and a mess, and heâs stuttering like, âuh, i⊠didnât know youâd see that.â
junhui: bro is all talk, boasting that he can last the whole month, but heâs the first one to start slipping. he tries to distract himself by going out, playing games, whatever he can, blows his cover, blow his load, by day five.
hoshi: this poor dude loses on day one. you know it, and he knows it. he tries to act tough, but if you cross from the bathroom to the bedroom only in a towel, heâs done for. he sulks the rest of the day, throwing a mini tantrum after fucking you and losing it, and when you tease him about it, heâs all pouty. âyou did this to me!â
wonwoo: he thinks he can outsmart everyone, claiming heâs going to meditate his way through november. when you sleep with him in your babydoll or tiny shorts, heâs all softening up, biting his lip and fighting his instincts. he tries to be stoic, heâs grumbling under his breath, and itâs hilarious to watch. âthis is unfair. can you at least stop wearing those?â
woozi: heâs stressed from the get-go. the man is rolling his eyes at everyone, snapping at the members over the tiniest things, all because heâs with a throbbing erection in his pants. youâre just fanning the flames, sending him ALL the nudes you can, and heâs getting more and more drained. âwhy are you like this?â he hisses, but he secretly loves the attention. by week two, heâs a complete mess, desperately trying to hide it, but heâs too transparent. every time you catch him zoning out, you know exactly where his mind is.
minghao: iron will. he goes through the whole month with a straight face, the second december hits, heâs on you. heâs using every spare second to make up for lost ground. by weekâs end, heâs practically cock-sore from going at it so much, and youâre laughing, asking him if all that was worth it.
mingyu: heâs so sure he can trick his way through it, asking you to dry hump him because, technically, itâs not breaking the rules, right? but the second you start grinding down, he keeps trying to pull you off before he cums, soon, heâs begging you to stop, whispering about how he canât take it anymore, so.. just another way losing the NNN.
seokmin: determined to stick to the rules, but struggling hard. heâll pull you in for heated makeouts, his hands squeezing and holding you tight as he tries to discount on something. flushed and breathing hard, whispering apologies for pulling away clearly fighting himself every step of the way. heâs convinced he can make it to the end âitâs fine, i got this,â heâd insist, though his grip on you says contrary.
seungkwan: âoh my god, donât come near me!â gets whiny about how hard he is. heâll throw little tantrums, pouting and going on about how itâs torture whenever you tease him. by the end of the month, heâs practically begging, dropping hints that heâd break if you just said the word, making it clear heâs only âdoing this for youâ while clearly waiting for the green light to give in.
vernon: he's ânah, iâm goodâ from the start. âyouâre trying too hard.â but little by little, he catches himself glancing your way, biting his lip, feeling the itch just a bit more every time you walk by. he wonât admit it, but by week four, heâs giving you these longing looks when he thinks you arenât looking.
chan: determined, but letâs be real, heâs also a bit naive about how tough itâll be. if you teasw him, heâs practically falling apart every time youâre around. by the middle of the month, heâs so worked up heâs stammering just being near you, you catch him blushing like crazy when you touch him, and by the end of it, heâs practically begging you to let him break the rules.
#seventeen reactions#seventeen imagines#seventeen headcanons#seventeen scenarios#seventeen#svt imagines#seventeen smut#seventeen x reader#svt smut#seungcheol smut#jeonghan smut#joshua smut#junhui smut#hoshi smut#wonwoo smut#woozi smut#minghao smut#mingyu smut#seokmin smut#seungkwan smut#vernon smut#chan smut#dino smut#soonyoung smut#jihoon smut#scoups smut#the8 smut#dokyeom smut
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Translation into plain English:
Academic writing is hard to read because you need to use the more specific jargon words to better make a more fine tuned and nuanced argument that will make sense to other academics. This has the outcome that people who aren't fluent in that jargon have trouble reading it which causes a cirular discussion/echo chamber effect as academics talk in circles at each other while non academics or even academics who aren't fluent in *that* specific jargon can't understand what is happening in the conversation and so are excluded from it.
Plainer English translation: People use big words that others can't understand because they need them to make a point that maybe only matters to people who understand the big words. People in the big word conversation only argue with each other. This is unfair on people who are left out of the conversation who might be affected by outcomes or have something to add that is important.
Especially because the conversation might on the face of it be about the definition of say, what counts as an endangered species but then suddenly a big honking bulldozer is allowed to flatten the bushland backing onto your property because the birds you like to listen to singing are only "threatened" not "endangered" and so aren't protected by environmental law. For example. There are literally millions of others.
It's a problem.
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Someone asked me for notes on writing technoblade so:
this is how I do characterization, just in random order.
deadpan or "dry" but not monotoneâ he's often quite expressive just in a deadpan way.
FUNNY. Humour is hard though so you can skate by on just being sarcastic and deadpan.
Sarcastic.
doesn't often say that someone is important to him in words, not in a literal fashionâ the reason why things like "for you the world" or "my best friend" or "bro" or "good friend and disciple" gets celebrated is because he wouldn't say that sort of thing often. He is not out here calling people sunshine. Techno's out here saying "oh I'm not endeared" and "there's a RACCOON in my basement" and "that's what I'd expect from you, old man", but at the same time in actions he's very clearly showing that he caresâ fight alongside someone, give them gifts, invite them to stay. Complaining about being woken up and how he needs his beauty sleep and how he's gonna wither to ashes while he makes you supper and won't let you apologize and sets up the guest room for you. And then says of course he's doing it he values this friendship. and then tells you how you could make anything you want for breakfast don't wake him before ten or he'll crumble to dust
especially with phil, very rarely MEAN/cutting, even while bantering and complainingâ he'll call him an old man who's fallen off but he won't make fun of how he talks or call him stupid or a burden or tell him to shut up. He will tell tommy to stop talking but that would be because tommy was yelling his opinions at people like a grackle
anxietyâ he wins fights because he overprepares. the beginning of every stream is so much brewing and armour and grinding. The world is dangerous and the only way to face it is to Git Gud. HE WILL BE GRINDING.
loves animals.
general-purpose nerd. people boil this down to english-major a lot, but things I have heard technoblade go on tangents about include math, psychology, greek mythology, metaphor, and How To Balance The Game
canonically into golf? I don't use that but yeah.
it's fair if I can grind the game sufficiently to make it work. will use exploits and edge cases and also expects them to be used against him cause that's just the game we're playing, right?
dark humour. this is a guy who made jokes about his execution and then his cancer. If he is in peril or something terrible is happening he will be joking about it. Most of the time however that is very carefully dark humour that is about, in the metaphor, him on the gallows, not being part of the crowd at a public execution.
Neurodivergent. This Man Has ADHD. in-game he had the zoomies a lot, he jumped conversational topics, he got distracted and missed stuff.
socially uncomfortable but has social skillsâ you see the discomfort especially on places like SMPearth or when he's not in a highly scripted lore call. He'll be falling back on silence or falling out of the conversation unless he's comfortable with people, and then you see WAY more of the fast joking, on a sliding scale of how comfortable he was with people. You can absolutely tell if he's comfortable with people and it correlates to how much company manners he's putting on. Like he'll make the effort socially, but you can tell he's plotting his escape from this conversation most of the time on SMPearth unless with his allies.
you can get an incredibly long way with dropping your gs, "bruh", and deadpan sarcasm.
kinda guy to use "wanna" and "soporific" in the same sentence. Big vocabulary, informal mode of speaking unless he's giving a prepared speech.
On SMPearth jokes about world conquest and domination, on DSMP jokes about being the bad guy/withers/terrorism, on origins jokes about cancer.
Will talk himself up as the best and powerful while also in a way that implies he doesn't really believe that or think it's important. First Try, Chat, he'll say, while very clearly and obviously going for the sixth try. Didn't even sweat, while a moment ago he was audibly panicking down the mic. Kinda guy to talk about his enormous clout and then turn the conversation around to how Ranboo has higher viewership and he personally has fallen off and is dying and being flattenedâ not in a complaining way, but in a "you're doing so awesome you beat me so good great game" way.
does not swear while on stream. We know he swore off-stream but those clips are few and far between. You will get people twitch if you have techno swearing though.
I've run out of thoughts, does anyone else have more ideas for Techno characterization?
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Baby No!
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Prompt: Reader finds a mug identical to Natasha's favorite mug and starts plotting...
Warnings: Fake tears, broken glass, swearing, kind of mandala effect, karma? (I don't believe in karma, but it's the easiest way to explain it.
A/N: Hey guys! I feel like I haven't made a serious post in forever and I am having some serious writers block with the requests (I'm so super-duper sorry about that) But I always feel like after writing a few pranks, I get into the gist of things again. However, I might be fooling myself this time since I think I have a 2,000-word essay due next week that I haven't started on and a 1,000-word essay possibly 1,500 words due the following week, so yeah. T-T
Also, this was inspired by that one masc lesbian tiktoker named Alaire. They make a bunch of videos reenacting scenes with their girlfriend who has only ever dated men. They always go like "baby no!" when their gf is crying or about to cry lol.
It was just a normal day for you, driving home from buying groceries and you impulsively decided to stop at your local thrift store to see if they had anything new.
They knew you buy name and saved what they thought would interest you because you frequented their shop so much. You literally got first pick on most of the items they had solely because they love you so much.
So, as you stroll in, you smile and wave at the owner who waves back and nods her head to signal that there is new stuff in the back waiting for you to inspect.
You smile and walk right past all of the racks and shelves that you've sifted through a hundred times before, and you walk into the back and wave at Mary, the sorter.
You walk to your section that they labeled and you immediately frown, you spot a mug that you know.
It's Natasha's favorite mug. The mug has cute handle and was the only one that you could ever find. So, you walk over to it and pick it up wondering if it ended up in the box of things that you donated, possibly on accident. Although you could have sworn Nat was using it just the other day.
You roll your eyes picking it up and remembering that you have cold groceries in the car, you decide that you need to go. While taking it to the register, you decide not to mention anything to Kevin, the cashier, because they would probably give it back to you for free and you hate to leave them without buying a single thing.
You pay for the mug and take it home. Once you get back, you quietly wash the mug and go to put it in its usual spot, but you find that the mug is already there. You have a moment where your brain is stuck trying to put the pieces together, but when it clicks that you just bought a duplicate to the unique mug that Natasha loves so dearly, you start plotting.
You smirk and run upstairs knowing that Nat is in training for another hour or so and you quickly grab the fake blood from your period prank with Nat.
You know that Nat will probably come in on the first floor, and you chill in the basement, where Nat has coincidentally found her mug from you forgetting to put it back after stealing it. You check the time and calculate how long you have.
15 minutes... that's enough time for you to glue a fragment of the dupe coffee mug to your hand mostly carefully so you don't actually cut yourself and pour the blood in a way that it is dripping down your arm from your hand.
Once you are sure it looks amazing from every angle, you smirk and set up the camera. Which probably would have been easier to do with two hands but whatever. You like to do things the hard way sometimes.
Natasha comes in and yells out, "Y/n! I'm home!"
You yelp out pretending to be startled by her voice and you drop the mug on the floor.
Natasha hears the familiar crash of shattering ceramic and runs down to check on you saying, "Y/n? Are you alright?"
You fake a worried face and tone, "Yes! I'm fine baby! Just whatever you do, don't come down here!"
She frowns, "I need to make sure you are okay, I'm coming down okay?"
"Baby No!"
It's too late, she is already rushing down the stairs to check on you, the first thing she sees when she scans the room is you cowering in the middle of the floor with shattered ceramic pieces all around you and one big shard in your hand, "Y/n! Oh my god!"
She runs over, careful not to kick any ceramic pieces around, and carefully takes your hand in hers, "What happened detka?"
She looks into your eyes and you make your lip quiver and your eyes fill with tears as she tries to hush you, "No baby, its okay, please don't cry."
You let a few tears slip and say, "but- but you- I-" Your eyes widen as you look down and say, "Nat please don't be mad!"
She furrows her eyebrows reaching in the closet quickly to grab a first aid kit as she sits you on a table to assess your hand.
You frown and rush out, "I was drinking with your mug and then you scared me, and I dropped it and broke your favorite mug!"
She freezes when she realizes exactly what mug you have stabbing into your hand right now, but only briefly. She quickly composes herself and shakes her head, "I don't care baby, mugs are replaceable, you are not."
You quickly smirk at the camera when she looks away but recover when she comes back. She sets up her stuff and stops to look up into your eyes, "Detka? I know this isn't your first rodeo, but this is probably going to hurt like a bitch. I still need you to sit still though, okay?"
You nod your head as she starts to carefully wipe the blood off to try and assess the wound and how many stitches you'll need.
She frowns, "This looks like it should be deeper, but I think it is only superficial. That is a good thing, it means you might not have to go to Bruce, but I'm going to need to take the ceramic shard out before I make any final decisions."
You nod your head, but as she goes to pull it out slowly you yelp and pull your hand away before she can even touch it, "I'm scared! What if I bleed out?"
She shakes her head and holds yours in her hands, "You're not going to bleed out, I promise. If I was worried about that, I would have already taken you to the Med-bay, okay? I just need you to trust me. Take a deep breath, okay?"
You inhale and exhale slowly, and then bring your hand over to hers and nod your head.
When Natasha pulls the cut shard off of your hand though, she sees that it was glued on, and your hand underneath it is completely fine. When you see confusion cross her features, you start giggling, and not long after you are laughing your ass off.
She makes the connection, and her face drops to a glare. "Are you kidding me? I was so concerned about how the hell you even got a piece of ceramic this big into your hand in the first place, and you were just pranking me the whole time?"
You giggle and nod your head, but you forget to tell her about the duplicate mug scenario, so she frowns and says, "Did you seriously break my mug for a prank?"
After thinking about it, you decide to double prank her and nod your head laughing even more, but you realize you crossed the line when she drops down and slowly starts picking up every piece she can, and she starts trying to place them together.
Obviously, this doesn't work, and it crumbles to pieces again, but she sniffs a bit, and you realize the gravity of the situation. You place a hand on her shoulder, and she shrugs you off, so you try to talk to her, "Baby? I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realize it meant that much."
She shakes her head and mumbles out, "My sestra got that mug for me. It was the second thing she ever bought for herself once she got out of the red room, and she gave it to me. She- she's going to be heartbroken when she finds out it's broken. I'm heartbroken that it is broken." She lets a tear fall and then composes herself.
"Wow, I- I never knew, I'm so sorry. Can't we just find one on ebay or something?"
Nat lets out a frustrated huff and stands up and she starts cleaning the glass off the floor as she rants, "No! I can't find one on ebay, don't you think I've tried? Don't you think I know how clumsy and stupid you are, and was trying to be prepared for a situation like this to happen because you never ever listened to me when I told you not to touch my mug, but you're Y/N so you have to break the rules! I just didn't realize that the reason I would need such a duplicate would be because you are so careless and awful that you'd break this!"
Your jaw drops a bit at her rant, and you try to find words as Nat huffs and starts calming her breathing. You are a little hurt by her words which, on one side, you don't have a right to be hurt because you are the one that wanted to do a prank, but on the other hand, Nat just admitted that she never initially trusted you with her mug which really hurts. "I- I don't know what to say..."
Nat sighs and mumbles, "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I am just frustrated and I-"
You put your hand up to stop her and move to open a drawer and grab the original mug. You hold it in your hands, "I found a mug that looked exactly like yours at the thrift store today. I thought it would be some harmless fun to smash the duplicate one and prank you, but I'm realizing that I may have taken it too far."
You try to not let the fact that you are incredibly hurt show, but you are not the black widow or anything, so you just start on your own rant. "I know it was heartless and cruel of me to play this kind of prank on you. In my defense you never told me the story behind the mug, so I didn't realize how much it meant to you. Now... I am very sorry that I broke the duplicate on purpose, but here is your precious mug that you clearly don't trust my clumsy ass with. And most of all, I'm sorry that you never trusted me enough with it in the first place, so much so, that you thought you had to find it online so that I wouldn't hurt your precious mug."
You softly, but firmly, push the original mug into Natasha's hand and step back. You turn to go upstairs and inevitably lock yourself in the bathroom or something, but Nat says, "Y/n wait! I- I didn't mean it, I was just angry, okay? People say things that they don't mean when they get angry."
You huff and turn around and hold up your pointer finger, "No Natasha, youâre lying to me, want to know how I know that you are lying? Natasha Romanoff does not say hurtful things when she gets angry. Maybe I do, maybe Yelena and Tony and Steve and Alexie and so many others do, but not Natasha. No..."
You pause and start using every name in the book you can come up with, "Natalie Rushman stays calm and collected when she is angry, Fanny Longbottom takes a step back and thinks before she speaks, Natalia Romanova is calculative and smooth with her words. So, no... Do not tell me that MY Natalia Alianovna Romanova has suddenly had a change of heart, and suddenly starts spewing nonsense that she doesn't mean when she is angry, because that is a lie. The Nat I know, has more self-control than anyone on this earth, the Talia I know does not say something that she doesn't mean unless she knows I will catch her joke or understand her sarcasm, the Natty I know doesn't lie for things like this. So don't go and say something just to make me feel better after you spoke your truth, even if it did hurt my feelings..."
You take a deep breath and look deep into her eyes, "And before you say it, I know I have no right to be hurt over how you felt when I broke your mug, but you and I both know it goes so much deeper than just a mug. I get why you were angry and frustrated, I really do, and I understand why you said those hurtful things, you had every right to do it. Those hurtful things were at least truthful, I just wish you didn't feel the need to lie to save my peace. I wish you'd have told me that you didn't trust me with something that meant so much to you. It probably would have saved a lot of hurt."
She opens and closes her mouth to try and come up with something. Anything. She sighs eventually and nods her head, âyouâre right. I should have just told you, itâs no excuse but I thought it would be better if I kept it a secret, but now I see that I was wrong. I'm sorry baby."
You hum and say, "Honestly, I'd have done the same thing. So, sorry for getting all pissy about it, you were just trying to look out for me, but unfortunately it was a lose-lose situation for the both of us." Thankfully, your ADHD brain jumps topics swiftly when there is an awkward pause, and you say, "I'm hungry. Are you hungry? Let's make dinner!"
You both go upstairs and start cooking y'alls dinner and live happily ever after. ;)
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A/N: Hey guys, so this has been in my drafts for a few weeks now, and I am just really trying to get it out to y'all, so it is super rushed at the end. I honestly don't even remember where I was going with it, but I had enough to bullshit it. I hope y'all like it!
Also, I am going to stop writing for a while, I think college is really catching up to me, and honestly, I am only apologizing to the people who I promised I'd write their fics. I really got in over my head and I am so so sorry. If I end up writing those fics, it is definitely going to be a surprise for the both of us. I might write a few things every now and then, or if your request can be shortened then I might do that. BUT that is only if I am inspired to write. Once again, I do apologize for breaking a promise, but I have to prioritize myself and I can't apologize for that.
Also Also, I have not been super active on tumblr recently, so if I don't reply or I am not interacting with your posts as I usually would, I am okay, and I pinky promise I am not going to do anything concerning. Maybe I break my normal promises, but you best believe I hold true to my pinky promises.
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KIT. YOU'RE KILLING ME?????? I STILL HAVEN'T RECOVERED FROM THE BLOOD SUCKING. AND NOW IM READING A WHAT IN MY HOO-HA? WHAT THE- WOMAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY KINK METER! I THINK YOU BROKE IT???? FUUUUUUU-
OH MY GOODNESS, Iâm absolutely FLOORED by the emotional rollercoaster and the slow-burn torment youâve crafted between Alastor and this darling doe! The way you delve into their shared history, the mutual struggles, and the developing bond that grows stronger by the seasonâitâs like their destinies are interwoven, each step pulling them closer and closer to this inevitable moment. I canât stop fanning myself!
And the way you write Alastorâs inner conflict? Itâs absolute perfection. He's so fiercely protective and possessive, but that softer side, where heâs genuinely concerned for her well-being and doesnât want to risk hurting her, just makes my heart MELT! The fact that he tries so hard to keep his distance, even as his instincts scream at him to claim her? Itâs driving ME wild. Heâs battling himself at every turn, torn between his biological urges and his genuine feelings for her, and itâs so painfully, deliciously Alastor.
The details about her season and his rut, how they affect each other, are just so perfectly written. Itâs such an intense, natural, primal yearning, and every word oozes with this barely-contained need. And when she finally goes to him, seeking comfort, feeling like sheâs losing her mind from the unfulfilled desireâthat broke me in the BEST way. Her vulnerability, mixed with his careful restraint, sets up this unforgettable dynamic where you can just feel how badly they both want each other but how much is holding them back.
And letâs talk about the SYMBOLISM! The antler breaking off at that exact moment? Iâm screaming. Itâs like nature itself is conspiring to bring them together, stripping away Alastorâs defenses one by one until heâs left exposed and raw. The doeâs pleading, the quiet trust in her eyes, and the desperate need she has for him, and only him? MAH HEART!!!!!!!
Letâs talk about how brilliantly Alastorâs care and restrained possessiveness shines through, even when heâs using a literal antler to satisfy you. (I mean, heâs not just improvising here; heâs rethinking the limits of what it means to take care of you). And that lineââNext year, itâll be my cock you ride your season out on.â faints Iâm honestly losing my mind over his calm promise, like this is just a matter of time. Itâs his patience in holding back, yet being fully present and committed. You need him, and he knows it. And heâs going to be there to fulfill that, no matter what! đ„”đ
Youâve written Alastor with a combination of predator-like possessiveness and almost an old-fashioned gentlemanâs touch that just leaves me floored. BRA-fucking-VO!
Antler Play (Demon Alastor x Doe Reader)
Did you miss me?
CW: Lightly used incorrect deer facts, ruts and seasons, insertion of an item 100% not safe or intended for insertion, light fem receiving oral, female masterbation Rating: Adult Requested by: Anon Summary: Alastor, having just rode out his rut alone is faced with the startling realization that you, a fellow deer demon in the hotel, have not just come into season but your first season since your death. Alastor is left unable to mate you due to the poor timing but finds other ways to see to your needs and trick your body into thinking the deed has been done.
ps- please don't put antlers in your whooha.
Alastor was less than pleased to have a doe join the hotel residence. He found you to be a distraction, ever so alluring and tempting him away from his tasks. That didnât stop the two of you from bonding, however, over the shared difficultness of being deer in hell.Â
Time passed and bonds deepened, though only in the privacy of your rooms. Alastorâs hesitance to have another deer in his territory shifted into acceptance and then something darker, more protective as seasons changed. Though he hadnât expected someone who had just landed in hell to have anything in common with him, he was horrified by the tales of your father and soothed by those of your mother.Â
You bonded in the stories of mistakes made, sins committed and, while you were so much more innocent and sweet than he was, you had that darkness in your heart that he knew well. Blood-stained hands touched another set in passing, neither really speaking of the trust building between you.
Alastor had early on intended to send you away when your season drew close and yet he failed to do so. Week after week, he put it off, not so much as even mentioning it to you until he was in no condition to be anywhere near you. His rut had hit him like a train, leaving him no choice but to isolate himself to keep you safe from him. The last thing he needed was to force himself, driven by biology, onto you. Worse yet, he knew if you scented him too much, you would be rushed into your own season.Â
If he tried to say he didnât know why he had let your first season sneak up on you, it would be a lie. He failed to warn you for fear that you would seclude yourself from him. It was the same reason he had failed to send you away as well- Alastor had grown attached to you. It was one thing when he was isolating himself from you but the idea of you doing the same to him caused a deep ache in his chest.Â
There wasnât a chance in hell that he would risk some other buck finding you in season and take you as his. That was a privilege Alastor intended to claim for himself.Â
And he would, at the right time.Â
He had put off having that conversation with you until it was too late; he realized as the floral scent of your season filtered through his door, announcing your presence before you knocked.Â
Alastor had been beyond thankful that he had just finished his own long month of rut when he opened the door to your wide, teary eyes. Tall ears laid flat, twitching as a single tear ran down your cheek.
Rather than asking what was wrong, Alastor only stepped aside, motioning for you to enter his room. Timid steps, one right after the other, carried you and the heavy scent of you into his domain. The rich musk of a buck clung to the air, mixing with your scent to make an intoxicating promise of what could have been if he hadnât been a coward.Â
âWhy have you been avoiding everyone this month?â you asked, voice thick with tears as you turned to face him. âWhy have you been avoiding me? Is-â you wrapped your arms around yourself in a tight hug, âIs there something wrong with me?âÂ
âNo, ma chĂ©rie, Iâve had my own reasons for secluding myself away for the month. It has nothing to do with you.âÂ
âWhy do I feel like there is something wrong with me?â Another tear ran down your cheek. âWhy do I feel like Iâm going mad? Am I going mad? Is that why you- youâve been-âÂ
âI should have given you warning,â Alastor said, finally braving stepping closer to you. Warm knuckles ran down your cheek, smearing the trail your tear had left on the soft skin. âThis is your first year. I should not have expected you to know.âÂ
âKnow what?â You whimpered, leaning into his touch.Â
âYouâre going into season.â Alastor said simply.Â
âI donât understand what that means?â Your ears flicked forward in a flair of frustration that quickly burned out as they sagged lower.Â
âIt means that your body is going to crave a mate, seeking breeding.â He watched as understanding washed over your face, your eyes running over his lean frame, traveling up to his antlers, still wide, heavy and thick. âBucks in rut or close enough to it will be drawn to you, and many wonât care if youâre deep enough into your season to be willing.âÂ
âI donât⊠Youâre a buck, Alastor?â You wanted to step back, wanted to put distance between yourself and him. You couldnât make your feet work. It felt like they had taken root in his floors as your heart flip-flopped in your chest.Â
âDonât worry,â he said, swallowing thickly. âI just finished my rut a few days ago. Youâre safe with me.âÂ
âAm I?â you asked, struggling to breathe through the thick scent of buck. Realization of what you were smelling and why it made you feel flushed stole your breath.Â
âI wonât let another buck come take you.â Alastor said, reaching out and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you to his side, leaned down and took a deep inhale of the scent coming off you in waves.Â
âAlastor?â your voice trembled as fire slowly spread through you. Now that you knew what that fire was, you understood that seeking Alastor out was a mistake in itself. âWhatâs going to happen to me?âÂ
âIâll stay with you,â he said, ear flicking atop his head as he led you deeper into his room. âIf youâd like, that is. Or I can wait outside. You can stay in here through it. The scent of me will help keep others away.âÂ
You sat on the bed, soft blankets bunching under your hands as sweat ran down your back. Alastorâs scent surrounded you, rich, musky and driving you mad. There was an ache in your core that you hadnât been able to banish with your hands alone.Â
Hours ago, you had lost your battle with your dignity. You had been determined not to do something as scandalous as pleasuring yourself in Alastorâs room, let alone on his bed and yet you had, again and again, never finding relief from it.Â
In the distance, an elk demon bugled, sending a wave of fear through you. You were a deer, not an elk, but how much did that matter in hell? In the living world, you knew the two animals could cross, though not commonly. Would the scent of your season draw him to you?Â
âYouâre alright, he wonât come for you.â Alastor said through the door, âIâve brought you some fruit. The sugar will help keep your energy up. Are you decent?â
âDecent enough,â you answered, tugging the skirt of your nightgown lower. It had been just over a week that you were holed up in Alastorâs bedroom and your season had only just gotten worse.
Alastor stepped inside the dim room, closing the door behind him. Long legs easily carried him across the room, to where you sat sweaty on his bed. Even outside of his own rut, the season having passed him for the year; he felt a stirring of desire for you.Â
This year, he could not take you the way you deserved, but he would ensure you remained unclaimed for the year. You would be his prize next year. Next year, he wouldnât make the mistake of putting distance between you happen again.Â
He would ensure your bodies were close enough for your pheromones to align your seasonal cycles. Next year, he would be at a point where he could satisfy your seasonal needs.Â
âAlastor?â you asked as his eyes seemed to burn holes into your flesh.
He moved with a shake of his head, coming to sit next to you on the bed after setting the plate on the nightstand. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âIâm burning up,â you whispered, face flushed from both the fever and the desire that you couldnât rid yourself of. âItâs too much, Alastor. I canât do this. I canât survive this.âÂ
Tears ran freely down your face as you crawled over to him. Trembling fingers reached for his thigh as he looked at you. You wanted nothing more than to strip off your nightgown and spread your legs for the most powerful buck in the area.Â
âCher,â Alastor said, ear twitching as he looked down at you with regret. âI canât, not right n-âÂ
There was a shift atop his head as the large heavy antler dislodged, broken free by the simple pressure of a swat from his ear. Heâd been expecting it to happen any day now, knowing well what was coming when they never totally shrank back down to the small prongs after he ended his rut.Â
âWhat?â you pulled your hand away as the antler fell between you, leaving Alastor looking decidedly lopsided.Â
âItâs normal,â Alastor said, watching as you picked up the thick antler, examining it before setting it aside. âHappens every year.âÂ
âWill the other one fall off too?â You rose on your knees, crawling closer to the one antlered buck.Â
Alastor watched you, eyes running over your face. Sweat trickled down your neck, drawing his eyes lower and lower. The nightgown you wore was loose enough that he could clearly see down, to see the way your breasts hung from your chest, moving with you as you crawled closer.Â
Again, he cursed himself for the distance he had kept, knowing that he could have brought you comfort if he could only perform.Â
âIâm going mad, Alastor.â You whispered, fingers reaching out for him. âI need⊠I need something. Nothing seems to be enough. I donât understand.â
âYour body wonât be satisfied without the touch of another.â Alastor said simply, âYouâve got no choice but to wait it out. Itâll begin to ease in a few more days or so.âÂ
You swallowed thickly, shifting your weight as you rubbed your thighs together. âCan you?âÂ
âExcuse me?â Alastor asked, leaning away from you a fraction.Â
âCan you touch me?â You asked again, tears slipping from your eyes. âYou said it wonât help without another and⊠I trust you, Alastor.âÂ
âI canât,â Alastor started, only to have your pleading cut him off.
âI want you inside of me,â you whispered, hand landing on his chest as you drew closer and closer. âItâll help to have a buck inside me, I know it.âÂ
âI canât,â Alastor said, taking your hand in his before his eyes flicked toward the discarded antler. âBut lay back, perhaps we can come to a compromise.âÂ
You wanted him inside you and Alastor thought he had the means to simulate that feeling well enough for your season. What you needed was something physical. A shadow imitation wouldnât trick your season into thinking youâd been taken, no matter how corporal he could make his shadows. They were not him and he was what you needed.Â
âYouâll do it?â you asked, voice trembling as Alastor reached out, resting a large hand on your shoulder to guide you back. âYouâll do me?âÂ
âIn a matter of sorts,â Alastor said, as he positioned you on your back, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He nudged your knees apart, allowing him to slot himself between them as he sat on the floor. âIf youâll let me, I can try to take care of you this season.âÂ
âYou have been,â you whimpered, timidly allowing your legs to spread farther apart as Alastorâs large hands ran over your thighs. âI keep needing more. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Alastor shushed you with soothing caresses up your thighs, pushing your nightgown higher and higher until he exposed your glistening sex. Fingers ran over the damp curls as he spread you wider, slick coating every part of you, smearing onto your thighs. Though he willed it, his cock remained still in his trousers. Oh well, he would just have to make do.Â
âPlease,â you whimpered on the bed as his fingers caressed your slit, smearing slick and coating his claws.
Your back arched, delicious pleasure running down your spine as his claw tipped finger worked into your tight opening. Muscles fluttered and clenched around him as he worked his way inside you. As he worked, he kept his eyes on your core, watching how you shifted and rocked, always seeking more.
âMore.â Your sighs nearly stole away your request as he worked his finger in and out of your slick opening. âPlease.â
Alastor soothed you as he whispered praise, telling you how good you were doing for him as he worked a second finger into you, then a third. Your body struggled to stretch, wanting to cling to him as he worked you open. Red eyes watched as your chest heaved, breasts rising and falling with every gasping breath.Â
Your back arched as he worked his three fingers into you again and again, wet squelching sounds filling his room. Sweet pleas for more flooded Alastorâs ears as he ran his thumb over your clit.
âMore,â you panted, pebbled nipples standing out against the silken fabric of your nightgown. âI need more of you.âÂ
Alastor shifted, grabbing the discarded antler and eyeing it. The base was heavy and long, thick enough around it rivaled his cock⊠well, almost. He ran his fingers over the rough surface, examining the crown he had worn for most of the year, looking for anything that would catch or rip you.
âI have an idea,â Alastor said, bringing the antler closer to your core.Â
You sobbed when his fingers left you, long threads of slick reaching between his hand and your weeping cunt. Alastor used it to coat the base, lubricating it generously as he listened to your pleas to be filled and sobs over the uncomfortable emptiness.Â
âPlease, I need you,â you cried out, shamelessly spreading your legs wide. Your core, sopping wet and on full display, had slick running down the curve of your ass. âIâm going to go insane,â you realized. âItâs going to drive me insane if I canât have you inside me.â
Alastor shushed you, running the cool hard surface of his antler through your puffy folds, letting the ridges drag over your clit as your hips thrust into the air. The base caught on your opening, looser now that heâd worked his fingers into you.Â
The blunt end where it had spent much of the year rooted in his skull wasnât shaped the best for penetration. Carefully, he worked the edge of the flat surface into your opening, rotating and working it inside you as you gasped.Â
âAlastor?â Your voice was unsteady as the thick steam of the antler pushed deeper and deeper inside of you.Â
âHowâs that feel?â Alastor asked, backing the antler out of your core a few inches before slowly pushing it deeper inside.
âF-full,â you stuttered out, breath coming in rapid pants as he worked the antler deeper and deeper, rough edge dragging against your sensitive walls. âSo full.âÂ
âGood,â Alastor purred, pushing and pushing as the antler slid deeper, tines branching out and spreading your opening wider as he watched slick run from your hole. âA part of me is inside you. Do you feel it?â
âY-yes,â your voice trembled as he backed the antler out slowly, just to work it back into your loosening walls. âYouâre inside of me, so deep.âÂ
âDoes that feel better?â He asked, thrusting the antler into you with a little more speed and force. âDoes that soothe you?âÂ
âFuck,â you screwed your eyes closed, struggling to remember how to breathe as Alastorâs hard thick length into you again and again. Pleasure fogged your mind as you whimpered at each thrust. âSo good.âÂ
âYou have to answer me Cher,â Alastor warned. âI need to know if itâs helping.âÂ
âYes,â your back arched as he filled you again and again. âFuck yes. Yes.âÂ
Lips kissed your thigh, soft lingering touches that ended with a string as he nipped at your skin, tasting you as he fucked into you. Before his eyes, your back arched and head lulled to the side.Â
âOh, youâre beautiful like this,â Alastor whispered as he shifted, trailing stinging kisses up your thighs.Â
You moaned, the sound thick and unreserved as his nipping mouth came closer and closer to your core. How he could be fucking you, be inside you while kissing your leg, you didnât know. The fog of your season had fully blanketed your brain. No longer were you sure how or with what Alastor was fucking you, just that he was. All you knew was a part of him was inside you.Â
Faster. Harder. He fucked you with the antler without hesitation, eyes scanning over your body as he did, checking for any sign of distress. Sweat shone on your skin, reflecting the soft lights in the room. Your hair was messed, framing your face.Â
The sound of your cunt squelching with every hard thrust of the antler, blunt end surely bullying your cervix filled his ears. His doe was pleased, and that stroked his pride. His doe.Â
Yes, you were his doe. He was making you his.Â
âClose,â you gasped as he tilted the antler down, changing the angle to allow him room to wrap his lips over your clit.Â
Red eyes flicked up the length of your torso, taking in the way your stomach bulged just slightly with each powerful thrust into you. He watched as he ran his tongue over the sensitive nub of nerves heading your slit. The taste of you drew a deep moan from his chest as you thrashed on the bed, body pulling tight quickly.Â
He was the first to taste you since your death. There would be no others to drink from your nectar. Alastor knew well his kind did not have the drive to mate for life, but that didnât matter to him. He was a possessive man. Once he was inside you, none would follow.Â
The flat of his tongue ran over your clit before shifting to a point, swirling around it as you gasped. He repeated the movements again and again as you moaned, hips rutting into him. You were close. He could feel each fluttering twitch of the strong muscles of your core as he drove you closer and closer to your edge.Â
You came with a shriek, muscles tensing and letting go in a chaotic rhythm. Under the ministrations of his tongue, he could feel the shockwaves run through your cunt. Even your clit was twitching as he sucked hard at it.Â
Reaching down, you grabbed a handful of his ear, tugging as you tried to get a break from the sensations. It was pointless. He continued as he was, licking, sucking and thrusting his hard length into you.Â
It was a battle. Your body wanted nothing more than to suck the antler deeper, trying to milk it of seed it couldnât give you. Alastor mimicked the way his hips would piston as he sought his own releases during his rut.Â
Fast, wild, violent thrusts deep into your cunt, again and again. He pushed you from your first orgasm into your second as his pace stuttered. There were a few last thrusts as he worked his antler as deep as possible, mimicking the way he would seat himself inside you next year to deposit his seed.Â
Would it be enough to calm your season and let you find peace? It was your first season and your body didnât know better, yet. Could biology be so easily tricked? For your sanity, he hoped so.Â
Soft sobs filled his ears as your hand fell away. The heat that had been radiating from your body cooled. Shivers racked through your frame.Â
âBetter?â Alastor asked, wiggling the antler inside you but keeping it seated in place while he stood.Â
âMuch.â You had an arm thrown over your eyes, too afraid to look at the man that you shamelessly begged to fuck you.
The bed shifted as Alastor climbed up next to you, gathering you into his arms and nestling you against his chest. As he did so, he was mindful to keep your legs splayed to accommodate the tines still extending from your cunt.Â
Long arms reached down, softly wiggling and thrusting the antler still lodged inside you.Â
âWhat happened?â You asked sleepily, finally having a mind clear enough to realize it wasnât Alastorâs cock inside you.Â
âFirst season,â he shrugged as he softly twitched the hard shaft inside you again. âLooks like your body isnât sure how it works yet, and accepted my antler as a substitute.âÂ
âYouâŠâÂ
âFucked you with my antler,â Alastor said simply, âYes.âÂ
âYouâre still fucking me with it,â you realized as Alastor lazily pushed it back inside you, refusing to let it slip from your twitching opening. Each shift he made in the antlerâs position, each twitch and thrust, had you gasping and arching your back.Â
Alastor watched every reaction, taking in the way your pebbled nipples stood out against the silky nightgown. One strap hung off your shoulder, so close to exposing one of your breasts.Â
âI am,â he smiled widely. âIâm replicating how a buck would stay seated within you after. Itâll keep you from seeking to be mated again.âÂ
âThank you, Alastor,â you whispered, head turned into his neck. You were nothing to Alastor, and you had to keep reminding yourself that as you resisted the urge to lean forward, bringing your lips to his neck. âFor helping me.âÂ
âNext year, Iâll be able to better help you,â Alastor promised.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Your eyes grew heavy as you listened to the steady beat of Alastorâs heart, only twitching wider every time he softly moved the antler buried in your cunt.Â
âNext year itâll be my cock you ride your season out on. Iâll be prepared next year.âÂ
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Hii, I love your fics, especially the Moon Knight ones, sometimes I'm so giddy that I need to take a step back and remember myself that they aren't real.
May I request headcanons about the Moon Boys overhearing reader talking to their pet (probably a kitten) about how much they love the boys, and their quirks and their little differences and just going on and on about how perfect they are?
I understand if not, I will love whatever you post regardless!
Oh my gosh, this is so adorable! I hope I did it justice!
Just Happy
Jake Lockley x gn!Reader âą Rating: PG pals MasterlistâąÂ ao3âąÂ want to be tagged? | request info âą buy me a coffee? âą ask-travaganza masterlist âą
Summary: Jack eavesdrops.
Warnings: Fluff, Jake being emotional, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count:Â 482
You stroke behind Salemâs ears, the small kittenâs eyes are closed, his head pressed as close as he can to your hand.Â
âYou like that, hmm?â You smile, âWhoâs my favourite little guy?âÂ
Salem purrs loudly.Â
Jake smiles from his position in the doorway, his hair still damp from the shower. Both Marc and Steven were still asleep, Steven hadnât come to bed until well into the early morning and now that things in their life were calmer Marc was using the opportunity to catch up on fifteen years of rushed power naps.Â
âWho is it, hmm?â You lean down and kiss the top of Salemâs head three times.Â
Jake canât help himself, he slowly takes out his phone from his pocket, not wanting to alert you to his presence. He finds the perfect angle and then starts filming, heâd have to send this to the group chat Steven had created. Affectionately called âThe Body đȘđđâŸâ
âItâs yoooooooou!â You say sing-song to Salem and grin, âWell youâre my favourite little cat guy. I think Steven, Marc, and Jake might complain if theyâre not my favourites too. Though I donât think theyâd mind being second best to you.âÂ
At the sound of Steven, Marc, and Jakeâs names Salem perks up his ears and meows softly.Â
âYeah! You love them too, donât you? They are the best, we love them so much. Because theyâre so kind and great. And they give you the best pets, donât they? Well, second best, Iâm best obviously.âÂ
Jake covers his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh. Heâs smiling so hard itâs hurting his cheeks, his chest so light itâs almost painful. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes, his throat thick. He tries to force the emotion down, but it just builds and builds.Â
âI know part of the reason youâre so excited when you hear their names is you think youâre gonna get extra treats, I know they give you more than they should.â You smile. âCan I tell you a secret?â You lean a little closer and Salem looks up at you with large eyes. âI love them so much, literally so much. Every day my heart gets a little bigger with how much I love them. Opposite Grinch situation going on in here.â You tap your chest.Â
âAmor,â Jakeâs voice makes you jump, and you turn from your position on the floor just in time for him to wrap his arms around you in a bear hug.Â
You let out a little oof of air and then giggle, âWere you spying on me?âÂ
âYes.â He mutters into your neck, his voice is thick and wavering.Â
âHey, you okay?â You stroke his back and try to move to see his face. But he just snuggles deeper into your chest and squeezes you tighter.
âIâm fine.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
âJust happy, my love. Just happy.âÂ
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HUMAN PET AU <3
Ratchet finally comes home from working all day at the med bay, the poor medic is tired as hell and just wants to relax in the comfort of his own berth. Fortunately enough, ratchet owns an exotic pet. A human he has grown fond of. They are fully trained and even have their own collar (with the message âPlease return to Ratchet if lostâ written on it), they have also learned how to help Ratchet de-stress by letting him use their hole as his personal flesh light <3 His happy little human loves becoming his cum dump to help him get his frustrations out, such a helpful little pet <33
any continuity of ratchet is fine (pick ur fav!), afab but gender neutral reader please and thank you moni đâ€ïžâđ©č
A Sight For Sore Optics - Human Pet AU
IDW/MTMTE Ratchet x human! afab! gn!Reader
Hi Gem! Thank you so much for your request, I was literally foaming at the mouth ready to write this. To make this more anatomically possible, Ratchet's spike transforms to a more "safer" size. So I hope this is good please be good (I haven't finished reading mtmte yet so forgive me). Also if I have missed any tags please let me know!
Warnings: Xenophilia, Size Kink, Collaring, Oral (both receiving and giving), Masturbation, Praise Kink, Cum Dumping, Mild Dubious Consent (?)
Word Count: 2.3k
18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
Another day, another few thousand miles of endless space, another few sickly bots. Additionally, a few unkempt humans requiring attention due to poor conditions from their previous owners. With the new organic additions to the Lost Light at the captain's approval, Ratchet had found himself biting off more than he could chew, looking after bots and humans. Oh, how he wished he took up an organic health course or something other than primarily relying on Brainstorm's fervent research on the tiny creatures. Between juggling it all, Ratchet was unsure how much more his threadbare servos could take. Still, there was one thing the old medic was unmistakable about. He was tired.
One good thing, he must admit, is that he gets to return to you. His own human pet, a personal 'Thank you' gift on behalf of the entire crew for his selflessness and hard work, provided with you a basket with fundamental necessities. But the basket had long since been used up, and he had transformed it into a makeshift cot for you. It'll do for now, he had thought.
He was initially still trying to figure out what to think of you. Apart from very rudimentary health checkups and nutritional foods, there wasn't much that Ratchet could provide for you. There's not many enriching activities for such a tiny human like yourself. Until that is, he discovered something quite unusual that had been exhibited in almost every human adopted by the crew so far.
You have an insatiable libido.
Ratchet was unsure, if not downright nervous if other owners were to discover how incredibly beneficial humans could be. Whether or not they had already learned was an entirely different story. It wouldn't surprise Ratchet if that was the very reason why human pets were approved, though it seems shocking. It all seemed so innocent enough, adopting humans for the cuteness factor for the mechs on board. But as with most things, there's always more than just the surface level of what the optic sees. And Ratchet was already way too far below the surface.
Punching in the code for his hab suite, Ratchet waits eagerly for the door to open with twitching digits. He steps inside, tossing whatever work essentials he has on hand on the first bench he sees. He'll worry about reorganising later. Right now, he needs some pet therapy and a well-overdue overload. The dull ache behind his panels only gets stronger as his pedes carry him to his berthroom to you, curled up on his berth. It looked as if you neglected your rudimentary cot, choosing to sleep on his berth instead. The medic can't help the softened expression as he melts at the sight. Of all the things he didn't think he deserved, he never once expected it to be such an adorable little thing like you.
He lets his pedes wander over to you, like countless times before, careful and delicate. He always told himself that this 'fling' he had with you was only temporary and that it was purely for his curiosity, but he tends to find himself aching for you repeatedly. He can't help how his racing neurocircuits seem to fizzle out and calm down when he lies with you.
A roughened servo brushes over your hair to slowly stir you. It looked like you had been napping for some time now, which he believes is a good thing. Brainstorm did say that humans tend to sleep better in environments they consider comfortable. The gentle brushing causes you to stir and lift your head to greet him, though in a language yet to be deciphered. It's a pleasant greeting, and Ratchet can tell they're happy to see him. Something along the lines of 'I missed you,' he'd like to think.
"Hey, squishy. I missed you too," Ratchet smiles warmly. He brushes the hair away from your neck to reveal a collar, "You haven't ripped it off yet. Seems like you like it, hm?"
A slight, sleepy nod in confirmation, you've grasped at what he said. Ratchets' digits trail down to the collar, a small silver plate that reads 'Please Return to Ratchet If Lost - HabSuite ###" engraved in Cybertronian. Not that you tend to wander off, but more or less a just in case. Plus, he gets a thrill seeing his name attached to you. He thumbs it gently, admiring his handy work.
"I'm glad you do. It took me quite some time to make," Ratchet tugs at it softly, beckoning you to come closer. He watches you climb onto his lap, "Such tiny adornments are complex to create, 'specially with hands like mine." A servo cups your back, his thumb moving to play with your soft chest. He shivers when he hears a tiny whimper from you, and you seem eager to play with him already.
"I've had a busy day," A mechanical noise of shifting gears as his spike slides out of its housing, "I think you know what I need." It's well and truly bigger than you, much bigger than your tiny body could ever take. But the way your eyes light up in excitement assures Ratchet that you are more than pleased, already desperately taking off your quirky frame coverings. He eyes off your cute organic valve, notices how dripping wet it is, and staves off a moan.
"C'mere for a second," Ratchet scoops you into his servo to bring you closer to his face. He gets a whiff of your arousal, so earthy and addicting. The more you spread your thighs for him, the more he can smell. He brings you to his intake and licks one hearty stripe up your folds.
Oh yes, he thinks. Better than energon. Better than any high grade to ever pass his dermas, like a warm drink that soothes and revitalises his senses. It thickens on his glossa, groaning at the taste as he swirls it around your little node. He watches intently as you squeal in delight, your thighs trembling around his cheeks and how your little face contorts into one of pleasure. Well, he had always presumed it was in pleasure; you've never exactly shied away from his glossa. He hums when you feel him grinding, desperate little ruts chasing the vibrations.
Ratchet licks one last time at your slick, pulling away to observe. Oral lubricants coat your valve thickly, the sensitive area reddened from his torment. His optics wander up; your soft skin is already flushed and glistening with sweat. He wonders how close you were to overloading; it wouldn't have taken much longer if he had kept going. But his spike grows restless, throbbing against his abdominal plating, begging to be touched by much softer palms than his own.
"Do you want my spike? Hm?" Ratchet teases, "My big spike?" He knows you can't fully understand him, but he can't help but vocalise his salacious fantasy. Holding onto you carefully, he lounges back onto the berth. He bites his bottom derma and lowers you to his lap, showing you his engorged spike, "Go on then, have at it. I'll frag your little brains out soon."
With an encouraging nudge from Ratchet, you straddle the shaft. To anyone else, it looks ridiculous. A tiny human desperately attempting to wrap their arms around a spike that's two times taller than they are. But to any depraved fleshy fragger, it's a sight to behold. Ratchet once thought of snapping a picture to potentially maybe sell it to the highest bidder for those who crave the feeling of such a soft body grinding on them, for he is sure there's a market out there somewhere, probably more than half of the crew onboard. Still, the shame of it all prevents him. There's an image to uphold being the resident medic.
Besides, he'd much prefer to keep you and that curious tongue all for himself.
He feels your little licks along him, a tiny tongue wiggling through the grooves and smooth surface, reaching crevices with hidden nodes that cause his pedes to curl. Soft ruts of your hips press your soaked valve right up against him. He knows what you want. The medic brings a servo to grip around his spike with you squished between, only tight enough to keep you in place as he begins self-servicing himself. He hears you letting out a surprised gasp, then a muffled moan, feeling your grip tighten around him.
"Yeah? You like that, squishy?" Ratchet moans, moving his servo slightly faster, "I bet you-nghh do. You look so cute like that. So tiny pressed against my spike."
Only a taste of your warmth is given through your body, like the little tease you are. Ratchet feels the perspiration dripping off you, likely due to the rise of his internal temperature and the energon being solely diverted to his array. It makes for a mediocre yet acceptable lubrication. He could spike you with it alone, but Ratchet prefers to use alternate practices in the interest of your health. Primus knows how careless other Cybertronians can be with their pets.
The medic is becoming increasingly aware of his overload and yours by the looks of things, your little optics squeezed shut, and your limbs clamped tight around his girth. He consciously decides to stop before you reach it. The idea of you squirming on his spike played on his processor a bit too well. He hears your soft whine at the loss of friction, which Ratchet can't help but chuckle at.
"I know, I know. I'm so mean, aren't I? Hold on, squishy." Ratchet lets you rest against his palm while his weeping spike whirs and clunks inwards to a much more manageable size for a human. His spike may be smaller, but there's not much difference in sensation. Thank Primus for the minicon-compatability modes, "You alright?"
A small squeak from you, yes. The medic watches intently as you waste no time climbing on, guided by his careful servo. You press your little valve against the tip, hissing as it barely slips through. Ratchet digs his pedes into the berth at the intense sensation, gritting his dentae as you bottom out. The feeling is incomparable to anything else; it's uniquely organic, warm, and so, so much softer than mesh.
He then wraps his entire servo around you, effectively turning you into one perfect spike sleeve only for him. Perfectly snug inside you, his grip clenches and unclenches around your torso before gently unsheathing himself from you again.
Ratchet is always careful when he uses you in this manner, ensuring his grip isn't too tight. He pushes you back down again, and he feels you melt into his servo. He hears your little whimpers and cries for him, to go faster, he believes. He learned a long ago that he doesn't need to understand your verbal mumbles when your fleshy hips try to hastefully force yourself down onto him, only halted by his own hand. His grip ever so tightens and gives in to your desperation, or more or less his own.
"You're so good for me, squishy. Hah- Lettin' me use your little valve like a toy." Ratchet mewls, his helm lolling off to the side as his optics flick between your face and the way his spike disappears inside you, "Such a helpful little pet you are."
He feels your velvet walls clamp down on him with each and every praise he gives, your little arms draped over the top of his thumb, clinging on for dear life. Every now and then, he massages your breasts pressed up against it, eliciting more dirty moans from you. Such softness that he can't help but take advantage of.
"So- ngh- tight," Ratchet vents heavily, "Primus, you've ruined me for my own race."
He felt a twinge of shame hearing himself; it was as if he had entirely let himself go. But he knows he can no longer turn back, not when you're the best little creature to ever stumble into his life. Despite him having you wrapped around his digits, it is indeed him wrapped around yours. The relief you bring to him after every gruelling shift, after every stressful day upon this damned ship, had him truly addicted.
And with an internal affirmation of decadence and with your soft little valve clenching and pulsing around his spike, he's sent right over the edge.
"Frag yes, sweetspark!-" He glitches out, pressing you down on his thick shaft as far as your soft little body can tolerate. His energon pulses deeply and shocks his entire body with an overload, shooting gush after gush of transfluids into you. His frame lurches forward, his hips driving into the berth as he milks his throbbing spike, his servo driving it deeper into you in a lust-filled daze. Your whines and cries only spur him on more, and he doesn't stop until you're shaking like a leaf in his hold.
It takes only a few more moments for a spent Ratchet to collapse back with you still in his grip, albeit slumped against his thumb. You're panting hard, and he can only just feel your tiny heart pounding against him. You must have had your own overload by the looks of it if the bliss-filled smile on your soft lips is anything to go by. His optics linger down to your soft, distended stomach and the dripping mess that splatters across your thighs and onto his pelvic plating. Now that truly is a sight for sore optics, he thinks to himself.
Ratchet huffs, bringing his other servo to pat the top of your head, "Now there's my happy little human, huh?" He smiles warmly when he feels you leaning into his touch, "How 'bout I fill you up some more?"
If this was what it took for the old medic to de-stress and relax, then so be it. If he were to be exposed to the rest of the crew, then may he join the rest of them. In secret, for now, he will proudly declare himself a lover of organic flesh.
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I don't care. I will ALWAYS defend Thea muldani. You guys talk about the age range between Kevin and Thea, which is so dumb because Kevin was 18 and Thea was 21. That is basically Jerejean's age range (22 and 19), which is 3 YEARS. And I don't see anyone talking about Jeanne's age range? (19 and 24).
To the people saying that got mad that she said, "Are you sure ur not up to ur old tricks again?" literally just what? Please, please read her wiki because the reason she said that was because she thought tetsuji was the one who beat him up, NOT riko.
She was the ONLY one so far that even questioned riko's authority and acknowledged he was a bastard (somewhat). She's not fucking blinded by the Nest. She's JUST Exy obsessed like Kevin!!
Also let's talk about this?
The rumours had gotten so bad that both the master and Kevin also believed Riko's words? How the hell was Thea supposed to know anything? She was a victim as well and it just annoys me so much when people use this to just completely stain her character and make her a huge bitch. She's literally a dark skinned woman. Even tetsuji told her that she has to work twice as hard because people wouldn't take her seriously. If she even had an inkling of an idea knowing what they did to him, she would fuck them up
Also the reason why no one batted their eyes was because the Ravens fucking eachother is completely normal. It's some sort of screwed up thing that's been going on for generations, even before Riko and Kevin had joined Evermore.
To the people who say Thea does not care about Jean I will literally chew your lungs BECAUSE HAVE WE BEEN READING THE SAME BOOK.
Do you guys not realise how close Jean and Thea truly were? Thea and Kevin were the only two that Jean actually had a good relationship with in the Nest. Just look at the text!! Thea is one of Jean's weaknesses because he trusts her so much, and we know that Jean always blurts out shit he's not supposed to when he's beside people he really trusts (Neil, Jeremy, Kevin)
Her little parisian duckling! He literally followed her everywhere đđ Gosh they mean so much to me. (Also, the reference to Elodie's duck dress and Thea's way of calling him?)
Last bit. I just find their relationship is just watered down SOOOO much because people hate Thea for unconventional reasons. You can dislike her character for sure, but I feel like a lot of people have so many misconceptions about her so I just wanted to clear it up!!
Please Nora give us more Thea and Jean in TSC2 đđđ
Edit: Sexual grooming is the action or behavior used to establish an emotional connection with a minor under the age of consent and sometimes the child's family to lower the child's inhibitions with the objective of sexual abuse. This is the definition of grooming btw and it's confirmed that Thea dated two other people when Kevin was a minor and didn't think of him like that until he was a freshman in college ie 18 years old?? It's completely different because she wasn't even pursuing him at all??
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Spoilers for blood of arlathan
1. Why was my elven rook (WITH A VALLASLIN) even allowed within venatori territory especially when we just established they've been kidnapping dalish elves
2. Why would Strife not give my elven Rook and Bellara slave disguises rather than venatori disguises
3. Why did this venatori not call me a slur and why did he ask Neve not if Rook was her slave but her servant. Come on now
Like they did go far enough to have venatoris sitting on elven slaves but they're too scared to call my ELVEN. BIG ELVEN EARS Rook a slave? Like ok u don't necessarily have to call me a slur (though, a venatori would - even non slave owners in tevinter would. Humans in ferelden do) but like. Why would you think a venatori mage had a SERVANT rather than a slave, when Dorian turning his slaves into servants was this big unheard of thing WHICH IS REFERENCED IN THE CODEX ITSELF
Did they just not get allowed to say the word slave or what DLDKDKD
To literally anyone not ass deep in the dragon age trenches it seems so weird. And I know. And I know being upset at the lack of abhorrent fantasy racism that is way too similar to irl racism is WEIRD AS HELL. I GET ITTT (and I'm not exactly 'upset' at the lack of hate crime - I just find it out of character) and I get that they would NOTTTT want to call you slurs or a slave especially with the game's insistence on diversity (which is really, really good, by the way). And especially when one of the elves you can take along with you is a black man - that would not be very good at all.
At the same time, it genuinely goes so starkly against lore that was built for like 15 years that it is genuinely so immersion breaking KSJDKDJD
I think it's probably a really hard spot bioware found themselves in. They wanted to stop having characters be openly oppressive both to the player character and each other which is a noble goal, but they also built a deeply unequal and racist world AND sent us to the racist slave capital of that world AND made us interact with the big bosses of racism like come onnnn man because you depict it doesn't mean you condone it we all know this. If you didn't wanna depict inequality and racism then you shouldn't have made tevinter and venatori part of your narrative idk QLNSKSJS.
You even had bellara really just ask out loud "why would they (venatori) kidnap the dalish" like.... Girl... Why do you think...... This is just a thing they do before they even were part of a cult tevinters would just yoink elves from wherever they could find them to enslave them
It's also upsetting because it takes away the power, the pain, of previous storylines (city elf dao origin, the entirety of the denerim alienage storyline tbh, FENRIS) because this is the equivalent of turning around and saying "it actually was never that bad!" you know?????
The problem in blood of arlathan is also very easily avoidable - just make the elven party members (including an elven rook) wear hoods to hide their ears and their vallaslins lol that way u can avoid being bigoted to ur players AND can stay lore consistent
Vague veilguard spoilers? About being an elf in minrathous and various other northern locations
It's very difficult to not sound batshit insane when saying "why isn't anyone being fantasy racist to me" but like genuinely why isn't anyone being fantasy racist to my openly elven rook. Especially when I'm parading around Minrathous, basically the racist slave capital of the world? Not a single comment? Really?
Why do I face more fantasy racism as an elf in ferelden than I do in fucking TEVINTER? why do we hear about slaves in codex entries specifically written by those who don't condone slavery but we don't really interact with one?
Also how come there's so many elves in tevinter working normal service jobs? I know a bunch of them will be liberatis I get that, but like. You can't even be an elf in goddamn ferelden or kirkwall without risking being abducted by tevinter slavers. And you're telling me you can be an elf in minrathous itself without being abducted by tevinter slavers? Like one or two sure especially if they're protected by the shadow dragons but like brooooo
Speaking of the difference between the south and the north - does northern thedas just not do alienages ??? Is that something we're scrubbing off too?? I get it for minrathous because. Lol. But like - antiva? Is that something I just forgot? Alienages are acknowledged in like One codex entry but why wouldn't the north have them?
Don't get me wrong I Have liked some of the recontextualisation the game has done - but I think a lot of this has to do with bioware being afraid of repercussion if they include their staple fantasy racism in their game. And I do fucking get it lol you especially don't want a game about being whoever you want to be turn around and be racist to your face depending on the race you choose. But the thing is that you had 3 games and tons of side media that built this up - the world of thedas is a very unequal one, a deeply racist one, and it does take players aback when they've gotten used to it and then play veilguard and they're just able to frolic in the streets of the tevinter capital as an elf with no repercussion and not a single comment from it's inhabitants
It's so crazy going from being called fantasy slurs constantly in DAO to this KDJDKDJDJD
Like at some point it is a little bit immersion breaking just because we're otherwise so used to it and have been told several times that the north/tevinter would be much, much worse, you know?? But I do get that it's hard and that bioware is trying to move away from constantly hate criming their players. I get it's difficult. But it still hurts not just my immersion but in general hurts the worldbuilding and lore
There's a lot to be said about magic, too - but I'd want to reread the lore we had on these countries pre-veilguard and would like to also just, yknow, finish the game before I talk too much about it
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I'm scared.
It's scary to see someone who doesn't consider you a human being to have so much power.
As a Pole I'm literally scared of what does it mean for Russia and future of Europe.
I fear for Ukraine. I fear for any country near Russia. I fear for Poland, historically invaded by Russia many times, and already mentioned by Russians as a possible next target.
I fear for women in US. We already have our almost-total abortion ban in Poland. And it doesn't matter that under some circumstances the abortion is permitted if the medical staff is too scared of legal repercussions to do anything. It doesn't matter that it's permissible if the country allows the OBGYN and others to follow the "conscience clause", which is just a fancy word for forcing religion down women's throats. If performing a medical procedure goes against your religion, do not become a fucking doctor.
Women die over this. It's not just religion. It's not just politics. Along with the abortion ban goes the penalization of any help anyone can offer to women wanting to terminate pregnancy. We are left alone with this.
And don't even get me started on the minorities in the US. You know, I remember, there was a guy in Europe, a Prussian artist-visionaire, who had similar ideas about mass segregation of people. They even set up places for them to stay. I wonder how did that one go, hmmmm.
I... I just need a nap.
Seasonal depression hits especially hard this year.
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Youâve always liked taking pictures.
Liked the concept of quite literally capturing a moment in time.
Youâve always liked the way people look when they think no one sees them.
Liked the concept of an image telling you a story that maybe the person or people in it canât say with words.
Youâve always liked that despite time always ticking past, the image stays frozen, seemingly forever.
Liked how the snapshot canât be altered like the memory in your brain can be.
How your youth could be preserved. Every inch of child-like wonder could be saved in pursed lips about to blow on a dandelion and make a wish. Innocence never lost because itâs there, in your cherry smile and his grape tongue. Teenage defiance literally still digging her heels in - to the earth beneath them as he tried to pull you towards a pool fully clothed just to get you to laugh instead of cry.
In the pictures, these things remain intact, somehow. These moments, these feelings, this time of our lives that we donât know weâre going to miss until itâs too late.
And itâs always too late - we never learn, we never listen.
They try, these older and wiser people around us, to get us to.
Slow down. Enjoy it. When youâre olderâŠ
You are going to miss this.
But we seem destined to learn it the hard way, no matter whatâs done to prepare us for it. A lesson brutally and swiftly delivered as we take an unaware turn down a street thatâs a one way with a dead end.
We arenât a kid anymore, and itâs time to grow up.
But in those pictures?
We donât have to.
There, fear and doubt and grief and so much more that seems to fall heavier on your shoulders with each step further from adolescence, donât exist yet.
In the pictures, you donât have to wonder if he smiled at you like that because the proof is right there. The chlorine and lemonade wafts up from the splash of turquoise water stark against bright red trunks. And sometimes, if you focus hard enough, itâs like his hand is in yours as you look at the indigo and tangerine and blush swirling together in a beautiful sunrise, can still feel the roof shingles digging into your back and staining your favorite shirt, but you donât care, âcause youâre with him.
Your fingers glide over the polaroid square, next to an opened envelope with itâs document still sitting inside - taped to the page. A dried lilac between both.
But not everything can be so well preserved, not everything can last. Itâs easy for fear and doubt to wrap around you, to take deep roots. Soon theyâll take over until thereâs nothing left, and then theyâll constrict the life out of what theyâve taken, forcing you to doubt - to wonder over and over again if you remember it differently than him. If heâll forget you.
If he already has.
You will it to never be so as you close your sketchbook once more and carefully return it to the inside of your backpack.
Youâre told you lose yourself when you look at pictures, or when youâre in the process of taking them yourself. Like youâve stepped into another world, a quieter, softer one, that acts like time isnât real. No matter how many times it happens itâs always a rude wake up call when that isnât the truth when you return.
The conversation of the woman behind the metal counter is still going on. Her nails click against the sleek silver as the fingers of her other hand twirl the phone cord around three times, release, then start over. Her strawberry bubblegum snaps between her lips as smoke from the more ash than glow end of her cigarette dissipates in front of her. She doesnât seem to care, more focused on telling Beth that Ava told Margaret swear on her motherâs life that Grant was having an affair.
Your camera clicks loudly as you wonder if Beth already knew.
A womanâs needles click together across from your seat, a harmony formed with the loud clock above the pair of you, as a pale yellow hat forms slowly against her thighs.
âTo or from?â She squints her eyes at you, like sheâs just caught you grabbing a cookie before dinner.
âIâm sorry?â
Click, tick, click, tock.
âAre youâŠâ she frowns at the hat and sighs, then looks up at you with the shake of her head, âSwear to god, my brotherâs baby better be cute, and they told me hats were easyâŠâ
Your pointer finger twitches against the shutter, the familiar soothe and ache in the same breath settles over your muscles and stomach as you fight the urge to capture a moment youâre sure youâre going to want to look back on before itâs even happened.
The woman shakes the needles like theyâre just not getting it as her frown turns to a deeper scowl. But when she looks up at you, sheâs nothing but kind. Pink smile stained with red lipstick, laugh crinkling skin next to blue eyes. The needles drop to her lap as she waves green polished fingers in the air in your direction.
âYouâve got that look about you. Youâre a runner. I was just curious if you were running to or from.â
The observation catches you off guard, goosebumps shooting to the surface of the skin on your neck much like when you feel youâre being followed or watched.
âOhâŠum-â
A loud bell rings, then the woman behind the counterâs voice calls out over a speaker, far less crisp than her phone conversation and much more static filled.
âChicago to Indianapolis with connections to Bloomington, Carmel, Hawkins, Lafayette, and Terre Haute departs in five minutes. Chicago to Indianapolis with connections to Bloomington, Carmel, Hawkins, Lafayette, and Terre Haute departs in five minutes.â
Your knees crack when your spine stretches, uncurling from the seat youâve been in since this morning. Your hands fiddle with the camera around your neck and the backpack straps digging into your shoulders. When you turn towards the woman again, her needles are back to clicking as the buzz of the intercom fades.
âIâm honestly not sure anymore,â you admit to her in a whisper, looking over your shoulder at the double glass doors youâre about to walk through swinging open, bringing in new travelers and fumes of exhaust with each swoosh.
âHe good? This guy youâre running to?â
Youâre stunned into a silence youâve never found yourself in. Is it similar to how it feels to have an explosion go off too close and unexpectedly? The kind of silence that presents itself because the reality and severity of the situation are too loud to bear, so your body has to protect itself, only hearing what it can handle. Itâs impact canât be denied though - itâs loud, it demands to be heard and fast, only giving you seconds to wrap your head around what just happened. It buzzes in your ears before it rings, it hangs in the air, tangible and thick like smoke left over after everything was just wiped away in a second.
âThe best,â truest words youâve ever said stick in your throat, like theyâre dragging your guts and heart right out with them and youâre not sure why you just offered them up like that.
She hums, her gaze flits up to meet yours before it returns to her gift. âThe girl? Doing the running?â
You donât know what makes you say it, what makes you tell this absolute stranger the truth youâve never wanted to admit.
âA failure. Lonely. Scared. Her life a big red stamp that just reads: Error.â
Her shoulders shrug as if to say sheâs heard worse. Her lips twitch in a smile. âYou donât need to listen to it, but some advice from someone whoâs a little older, emphasis on a little,â she smiles when she looks up to wink at you, before she says:
âWhatever youâre running from, when you get to your to - make sure not to let go of his hand this time, okay?â
A man coughs as he passes, a heel clicks opposite a knitting needle, both patiently pausing for a tick of the clock before resuming. A newspaper page turns, strawberry gum snaps against teeth as a cigaretteâs light completely dims and you look down to see your camera has no more film left.
The woman doesnât look at you as she smiles wider, freckles scrunching over a nose.
âGuess youâll just have to remember it all, huh?â She nods her head towards the door, âThink your rideâs leaving, hon.â
Brakes hiss, a door creaks closed just beyond the double doors still swooshing and your heart thuds in your ears as you run towards it. Clammy hands smack the cool glass as a driver rolls his eyes at you, but opens it once more.
âYa know, last bus of the night and that station isnât no fun over night. One more second and youâd have been shit outta luck getting toâŠâ He holds his hand out for your ticket. Youâre breathless as you pass it over. He clips off the end and whistles, low, then chuckles like it really isnât that funny. âWell guess youâre still shit outta luck if youâre going to Hawkins, Indiana.â
He closes the door behind you, message clear:
No more running.
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people arent aware of diy hrt so wave wave hello i am a trans guy who knows this stuff. so! here are 2 options for diy-ing testosterone:
1- sourcing from the same places cis men do. i cant recommend specific sites since its illegal but they ARE out there on the surface web, and what i CAN say is that if you find a source ALWAYS check eroids to make sure its secure. this can be pretty expensive and usually requires using bitcoin.
2- literally just ask locally. "local" can mean the nearest big city but either through orgs or individual trans people, the word gets around. in paris where i live there are a few dedicated weekly spaces for sharing t, but most of it is done person to person through signal groups. you will need to get lucky and find the right people but its really not as hard as it sounds, just talk to someone.
first step here is ALWAYS becoming aware of your currently available support networks, so join a discord server or reddit or something for trans people in your general area. DO NOT discuss diy-ing testosterone there though since its illegal, like i said the signal app is your friend.
and as always, very importantly, when doing ANY kind of diy hrt, LEARN HOW TO ACTUALLY DO IT YOURSELF. do not let anyone else do your injections for you without learning how to self-inject first, and do not rely on a single person for sourcing, and if you only have one option for the love of g-d DO NOT date that person. it creates an imbalance of power that i have seen devolve into abuse way too many times.
Very concerned that some of the response to trans men being concerned about the lack of DIY T sources is âgo to the gym and ask the biggest there duhhh, cisgender men have never been a threat to transgender menâ . Iâve see multiple people say âask cisgender men at the gymâ . Just sigh.
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Chapter 21- Paradise
Summary: Now that you and Javi are married, it's time for you to enjoy two weeks of nothing but your three favorite "S's"- Sun, sand, and sex. Lots of Sex.
Word Count: 13.9K
Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, oral (f and m receiving) vaginal fingering, praise kink, marriage kink, big, fat, nasty, unspeakable breeding kink (WHOOPS), stopping birth control/starting a family, kind of semi-public sex (sex on the beach hehe), alcohol/drinking (y'all are getting wasted at the pool), I'm convinced these two can't have sex without getting caught (sorry, Chucho), Javi in a bathing suit, these two are so stupidly in love
A/N: ..... Hey.... Y'all remember when I actually wrote for this story.... đ I'm genuinely SO sorry that this chapter took me literal months to finish, but she is finally here!!! Thank you so much for all of your patience and the love you've shown these two even in this story's absence đ„ș I hope you enjoy these two horndogs on their honeymoon!!!
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âWe have all of our bags?âÂ
âYup.âÂ
âPassports?âÂ
âMhmmmm.âÂ
âPlane tickets?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âWeâre positive that we have-âÂ
âBaby, I promise, I triple checked everything this morning, itâs all waiting by the front door, all we have to do now is just wait for my dad to pick us up and take us to the airport, and all my wife needs to do is take a deep breath and relax.âÂ
My wife.Â
Even though you had been married for less than 24 hours, you knew the sentiment of finally getting to be Javiâs wife wasnât wearing off on you any time soon.Â
Javi smiled, playfully crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at you as you ran through your honeymoon inventory again, knowing damn well you looked like a fool in your frantic pre-traveling state. You more than trusted that Javi had everything the two of you needed before you left for the airport, but you just couldnât shake the fact that you felt like you were forgetting something, despite all your checks and re-checks.Â
âWell, your wife will be much more relaxed once we land after being trapped in a flying tin can and have two feet on the ground again.â You sighed, trying not to let your fear of flying override your excitement to finally arrive in the Bahamas later that day. âGod, I feel like I forgot to pack something important but I canât figure out what.âÂ
As you stared in frustration at your pile of suitcases, you could feel Javi sneaking behind you, flushing his chest to your back as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he rested his chin on your shoulder, planting a soft kiss on your temple.Â
âI think I know what it is.â Javi smirked, his kisses traveling down your jaw as he nipped at your ear, making you turn your head back toward him in confusion.Â
âOh, so now youâre a husband and a mind reader. That honestly will come in very handy.â You teased, giggling while you shifted around to face him, draping his arms around his neck as his hands traveled down your waist, reaching down to grab a handful of your ass. âJesus Javi, what in the world am I forgetting, because you seem pretty darn happy I canât remember it.âÂ
âYou really donât know?â Javi asked, almost mockingly, tightening his grip around your hips, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, the hot words of his breath dancing across your skin.Â
âNo, Mr. Mind Reader, I donât, and youâre making it very hard to concentrate and figure out what it is.âÂ
You were trying your best to genuinely let your brain run out its train of thought, but as Javiâs kisses across your collarbone became wetter and sloppier, trying to form any sort of coherent idea was practically impossible.Â
Javi paused for a moment, reaching both hands up to cusp your face, his broad hands cradling your jaw as his thumbs swiped across your cheeks, looking up at him to see the boyish grin spread from cheek to cheek.Â
âYouâre forgetting something because youâre forgetting to bring it on purpose. Something we threw away this morning, remember?âÂ
Oh shit.Â
You were forgetting something. Only, now that you finally remembered what it was, you couldnât be happier that you had forgotten it.Â
Your birth control.Â
As Javi watched your face quickly fade from confusion to delight, your grin was just about as wide as his, biting down on your lip to try and contain your excitement while your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.Â
The two of you could actually start trying for a baby.Â
âYou remember now?â Javi teased, laughing to himself at how wide your eyes had gone, practically beaming from the inside out at your husband, feeling butterflies swirl in your stomach and heat building in your core.Â
Leaning up, your mouth met Javiâs in a sloppy dance of tongues and teeth, lips crashing together in electric excitement, grabbing a fistfull of the fitted green t-shirt covering his chest and tugging him closer towards you.Â
âHow much longer until your dad is supposed to be here?â You rasped, already breathing heavily from your frantic kisses and anticipation.Â
Quickly, Javi looked down at his watch wrapped around his wrist, the gears turn in his brain, calculating if the two of you had enough time to do what he knew you were proposing.Â
âFuck- Like, 40 minutes?âÂ
Without saying a word, both of you agreed in silent, rushed nods that 40 minutes was enough time to give yourself enough of a buffer, and the risk definitely didnât outweigh the reward, knowing there was no way in hell that you could wait an entire plane ride and arriving at your hotel room to fuck.Â
In an instant, your mouths were crashing together again, Javi grabbing the underside of your thighs to hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you back towards the couch in the living room, the back of his knees hitting the sofa as he collapsed into his seat, you still straddling his lap without ever parting your lips.Â
Javiâs hands crept below the hem of your shirt, shuffling it over your head and tossing it on the floor before shuffling your shorts and underwear off to join your top in a crumpled pile on the floor. Your hands worked rapidly at the waistband of Javiâs shorts, lifting up off his lap to push them down his thighs, revealing the hard and weeping mess his cock had already become since carrying you over to the couch, your cunt aching at the sight of his length and how desperately you wanted to be filled by it.Â
âGod, I wanna fuck you so bad.â You whimpered between your wet kisses, shifting yourself closer to hover over his dick, so turned on that you were convinced that your arousal was already dripping down your thighs at an embarrassing rate.Â
âBaby, you have no fucking idea.â Javi groaned, dragging his fingers through your folds, your body jolting at the sensation at the pads of his fingers rubbing over your clit, throbbing and aching under his touch. âJesus Christ, youâre so fucking wet.âÂ
Reaching down to wrap your hand around the base of his cock, stroking it a few times, you slowly lowered yourself down onto his tip, knowing that with your limited time and how turned on you were, you didnât want to feel anything besides the sweet sting of Javiâs stretch filling you to the brim.Â
The two of you moaned in unison as you sank down on his length, bottoming out until you had taken every inch of him, taking a second to adjust to his size before rolling your hips over his lap in figure eights.Â
âF-fuck, you feel so good, Javi.â You whined, circling your bottom half faster, the friction of the hairs at the base of Javiâs cock rubbing deliciously against your clit combined with Javi groping at your breasts, sucking at one of your pebbled nipples while he rolled the other between his fingers, making your breath hitch in the back of your throat.Â
Javi began to let his hips rut up into yours, thrusting his length deeper into your cunt as you rode him, his hands sliding down the sides of your body and wrapping around your ass, massaging the plump flesh between his fingers while his lips crashed into yours again, catching each otherâs muffled moans.Â
âF-fuckâŠâ  Javi whined, tightening his grip to try and maintain his composure as his thoughts began to flow straight from his brain through his mouth. âIâm gonna fuck you so full of me, Osita. Fuck a baby into you, get you pregnant, watch you grow our our kid and give us our perfect family.âÂ
âOh my god- fuck- yes. Please, Javi. Fuck, I want you to knock me up. I wanna- fuck- I wanna make you a daddy.â You moaned, running your hands through the dark curls of Javiâs hair as he began to pound into you even harder, his fingertips gripping your hips with bruising intensity as he guided you up and down his cock, the two of you both so lost in your own pleasure that you hadnât heard a faintly familiar voice echoing from the front door.Â
âJavi, Mija, I know Iâm a little early but I figured youâd rather get to the airport earlier than later!âÂ
Little did poor Chucho know that today was one of the few times in his life that he would regret showing up anywhere earlier than expected.Â
Surprised by the lack of response, despite the packed and stacked bags waiting by the front door, an unsuspecting Chucho kicked off his boots and began meandering down the entryway towards your living room, where and even more unsuspecting you and Javi were half dressed and sprawled across your couch trying to make a baby.Â
âJavier? Mija? Are you two ready to leave soon? I was hoping that- Oh Dios Mio!âÂ
âAHHHHHHH!âÂ
With Javiâs back to his dad as you sat in his lap, you were the first to lock eyes with your now father-in-law, your jaw practically falling to the floor as you let out a panicked shriek, causing Javi to whip his own head around, terror running through his veins as he frantically threw you off his lap and tried to cover the both of you with the nearest blanket he could find.Â
âJesus Christ, Pops!â Javi shouted, hands covering his face that had turned bright red in quite possibly the world's worst kind of embarrassment. âWhy are you here so early?! Please just, I- I donât know, for Christâs sake, please go wait outside!â He sighed, pointing towards the front door where Chucho had just regrettably entered from.Â
âHow was I supposed to know!? I figured I would be safe! Say no more, I will just go wait on the front porch. Aye, aye, ayeâŠâ Chucho replied, quickly scampering away towards the door, eyes peeled to the ground and arms up in self-defense, waiting until you heard the soft slam and clicking lock behind him before peering out from underneath your blanket shield.Â
âJesus fucking ChristâŠâ Javi groaned, hands still covering his face as you looked up at him, cheeks glowing beet red in embarrassment.Â
âPlease donât tell me your dad just walked in on us having sexâŠâ You winced, absolutely knowing the answer to your question, but still somehow praying that maybe, just maybe, you were imaging things.Â
â... My dad definitely just walked in on us having sex.â Javi sighed, his face as almost as red as yours, scrambling to find your clothes scattered between the cushions, tossing them over to you, frantically trying to cover yourself up to save any ounce of dignity you had left.Â
âWell, looks like I am going to start walking to the airport because I donât think I can ever make eye contact with your dad againâŠâ You muttered, making you and Javi laugh just enough to try and ease the uncomfortable tension, wondering how in the world you were supposed to spend an entire ride to the airport with Chucho without wanting to crawl out of your skin. âI thought you said he was supposed to get here later!â
âWell thatâs what I thought too, but apparently not!â Javi grumbled, shuffling his shirt over his head, combing his hand through his hair to try and fix the mess you had made raking your fingers through it.Â
âGuess we wonât have any worries about getting to the airport on timeâŠâÂ
âGuess youâre right about that. Fuck meâŠâÂ
âSure you donât wanna start walking?âÂ
While Chucho, you and Javi had seemingly made a silent pact to not say a peep to each other the entire car ride for the duration of your drive, every passing second seemed more awkward and uncomfortable than the last, truly regretting your decision to not grab your bags and walk along the highway to try and catch your flight.Â
It wasnât until Chucho began pulling up to drop the two of you off that he decided it was time to break your truce, his eyes meeting yours in the rear view mirror as the two of you sat awkwardly in the backseat, bracing yourself the moment you could feel his mouth begin to open.Â
âYou know, the night of our wedding, Lucia and I just couldnât keep our hands off each other either, it was so-âÂ
âDad!â Javi interjected, his face physically scrunching in pain at the thought of how his father planned to complete the rest of that thought, trying to cut him off before he could get any further.Â
âLo siento (Sorry)! God forbid I try to do something to ease the tension!â Chucho chuckled, throwing his hands up in defense at his statement.Â
âI donât think where you were headed was the way to do that, Pops.â Javi muttered, letting out another deep sigh of embarrassment.Â
 âWell lucky for you, it looks like weâre here.â Chucho smiled, pulling into one of the parking spots outside of your gate and turning off the ignition. âHere, let me help you with the bags in the trunk and-âÂ
âNope, already got it, Pops, please do not get out of the car.â Javi begged, practically sprinting out of the backseat to the trunk, you quickly following behind him, beginning to sheepishly unload your luggage from the car.Â
Of course, Chucho being Chucho was not about to take no for an answer, slowly fumbling his way out of the car to greet the two of you at the trunk with a mischievous grin stretched ear to ear.Â
âPops, please, I told you Iâve got it, I-âÂ
âOh hush, Javier, I am just coming out to say goodbye, yo promento (I promise).â Chucho laughed, grabbing Javi by the shoulder, giving him a little shake.Â
âBye Chucho.â You grimaced, leaning in reluctantly for a hug. âThanks for dropping us off. S-sorry about earlier.â You couldnât help but wince again, eyes darting to the ground at your last sentence.Â
âOh mija, donât apologize. Could be worse.âÂ
âIâm not really sure how it could beâŠâ You whispered under your breath, just loud enough for Javi to hear, making him hold back a snort.Â
âBesides, I think this bodes well for my bet I have placed.â Chucho smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as the two of you looked at him in confusion,Â
âYour bet?â Javi asked, raising an eyebrow at his dad.Â
âMhmmm. The bet between me, your family, Mija, and the Murphyâs.âÂ
âAs much as I love a vague and cryptic guessing game, any chance youâre gonna tell us what that bet is?â You laughed uncomfortably, looking back between Javi and Chucho.Â
âOh, donât you worry, Mija. I think the two of you will know soon enough. Okay, enough of that! I will let the two of you go. Have a safe flight and a wonderful trip. I couldnât be happier for the two of you. Enjoy your first of your many amazing adventures as a married couple.âÂ
While you couldnât deny you still werenât far off from wanting to find the nearest hole and disappear in, you couldnât help but feel your cheeks warm at the sentiment of Chuchoâs well-wishes, placing your hand in Javiâs and squeezing it tight, beaming up at your husband with love and excitement.Â
âThanks, Pops.âÂ
âClaro (of course). Alright, mijos, adios. Have fun. But not too much fun, if you know what I-âÂ
âYup, we know exactly what you mean, bye, Dad!â Javi grunted, gently turning his father around and pushing him back towards the car making him laugh, giving the both of you one last wave goodbye before disappearing down the road.Â
âJesus Christ, Iâm glad thatâs overâŠâ Javi sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead.Â
âYou can say that again. What bet do you think he was talking about?âÂ
âHonestly, no fucking clue. And truth be told, right now, I couldnât care less. Because right now,â He paused, leaning down to hold your cheek in his palm, forcing your gaze up at him, âall I care about,â he paused once again, planting a playful kiss on your lips, âis getting my beautiful wife onto this plane so we can start our honeymoon.âÂ
âSay it again.â You smiled, pressing up on your tiptoes to kiss him back.Â
âMy wife. My beautiful, amazing, drop dead gorgeous wife, who has single-handedly made me the luckiest man in the entire world.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip as his grip tightened around you, making you giggle.Â
âEasy there, Romeo, we still have a whole flight to get through, ya know.âÂ
Fortunately, your flight and arrival to the Bahamas was much less eventful than anything that had happened this morning, the embarrassment of your father-in-lawâs unfortunate timing quickly fading away as you strolled up to the front desk to check into your room for the next ten days of nothing but what you had deemed your three favorite âSâsâ-Â
Sun, sand, and sex.Â
Lots of sex.Â
âHi there! Welcome! My name is Cassandra, how can I help the two of you today?â A woman smiled politely from behind the check-in desk, quickly clacking away at her keyboard.Â
âHi. Weâre checking in for Peña.â Javi beamed, grabbing your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over both sets of rings wrapped around your finger, knowing there wasnât a chance in hell heâd ever get used to the fact he was lucky enough to get to call you his wife for the rest of his life.Â
âPerfect! Let me get right on that.â She nodded, fingers tapping across the keys as she looked up your information. âAny special reason for your stay here?âÂ
âHoneymoon.â The two of you answered in sync, laughing to yourselves at your well timed response.Â
âWell why didnât you say that to begin with?! Let me see if I have anything I can upgrade you to for your stay!â Cassandra scoffed, almost comedically offended that your opening line hadnât been âItâs our honeymoon, upgrade our room please!âÂ
âOh, you donât have to-âÂ
âOh, honey, please. This is my favorite part of my job. Absolutely the least I can do for the two of you. Congratulations. Just give me one second here andâŠ. Ah! Yes! I thought this one was available. Letâs upgrade you to the Ocean View King Suite. This one is one of my favorite rooms. You get the most beautiful view of the sunrise right from your balcony!âÂ
You and Javi looked at each other beaming, grins plastered across your faces in surprise. âThank you so much, this is so nice of you to do for us.â You smiled.Â
âOf course. Least that I can do. Like I said, itâs one of the highlights of doing this job. Alright, well, here are your room keys!â Cassandra grinned, passing the key cards and room information over the concierge desk and handing them to you and Javi. âIf you head over to your right, thereâs a bay of elevators that will take you to your room. I hope that you two have a wonderful stay, and enjoy your honeymoon!âÂ
âThank you again, we really appreciate it.â Javi nodded, stuffing things into his pocket before leaning down to give you a kiss and reaching back to grab his suitcase and your hand in his.Â
As Javi turned, leading the two of you towards the elevator, you couldnât help but laugh at Cassandraâs face, her eyebrow playfully raised and head nodding in approval, pointing at Javi and giving you a thumbs up, as if you needed more confirmation that you had made a top-tier choice on the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â Javi smirked, tilting his head in confusion at your giggles as the two of you stepped into the elevator with the small crowd of people on their way back to their hotel rooms.Â
âNothing. Just some reassurance that I cleaned up pretty damn well in the husband department, which I canât say I disagree with.â You snickered, reaching up to wrap your hand around his jaw, squeezing his cheeks in your grasp.Â
âYouâre such a dork, you know that?âÂ
âA dork who is now your wife, thank you very much.â You sassed, crossing your arms over your chest, making the two of you laugh quietly to yourselves until the ding of the elevator caught your attention. âOh! I think this is us!â Quickly scrambling to grab your suitcase, you dashed out of the elevator as the doors parted, followed by Javi, trying to keep up with your excited pace.Â
âAlright, Mrs. Dork, weâre room 2331.â Javi grinned, pulling the information from the front desk out of his pocket, scanning the hallway for rooms approaching your number, watching you search in front of him with detective-like accuracy.Â
âOkay, letâs see, 2329⊠2330⊠Here! Here it is! 2331!â You beamed, showing off the number of your room Vanna White style to Javi as he began to slip the room key into the card reader, pausing for a moment to stare at you with his sweet brown eyes in the midst of your goofiness. âWhatâs that look for?â You teased, smiling back at him.Â
âJust reminding myself of how lucky I am. I love you, Mrs. Peña.âÂ
Mrs. Peña.Â
You couldnât help but let your heart skip a beat at the sound of him saying it, still not quite sure that the incredible reality of your new last name had completely sunk in with you yet.Â
âI love you too, Mr. Peña. Now, you gonna open this door so we can put this room to use or what?â You smirked, raising your eyebrow at him playfully, gesturing towards your hotel room door.Â
With a quick swipe of your room key the two of you unlocked your door to get a first glimpse of your hotel room. At first, the both of you were convinced you must have been in the wrong place, because this was the most beautiful, luxurious hotel room that you had ever laid eyes on. Complete with a giant king bed covered in fresh white sheets, free standing tub, huge couch and living room area, newly renovated, and most impressively, a huge set of sliding glass doors that lead to your balcony overlooking a breath-taking view of the beach and ocean below you.Â
Mental note to self- you owed Cassandra at the big desk the biggest thank you ever.Â
âHoly shit, Javi. This is gorgeous.â You muttered to yourself, dropping your bags off at one of the closets at the front of the room as you began to wander and explore, gently poking and prodding around as if you were a tourist in a museum, rather than a hotel guest in your own room.Â
âItâs got no lack of options, thatâs for sure.â Javi laughed quietly to himself, following behind you as he set down his own bags before doing an investigation of his own, the majority of which was spent watching you excitedly explore the inâs and outs of your new home for the next 10 days.Â
âNo lack of options?â You asked, tilting your head in confusion, as you turned towards Javi, hands resting on his hips with a smug grin spread from ear to ear.Â
âMmmhmmm.â He replied, making his way towards you until his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest to force your gaze up at his brown eyes, pooling with an equal combination of excitement and mischief. âNo lack of options in this room for places I get to fuck my beautiful wife.âÂ
âYouâre so bad!â You teased, giving him a little slap to his chest as the two of you laughed, knowing that you had the exact same thought, he was just the first to say it.Â
âOh câmon, like you didnât think the same thing.âÂ
âOkay listen⊠youâre not wrong. I would be a liar if I didnât walk in here and think about how many different furniture choices we could fuck on before we had to leave.â You sighed in a playful defeat, your breaths slowly transforming to light and giggly to low and needy as Javi slid his hands resting on your hips down to your ass, palming it in his grasp.Â
Craning his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, you couldnât help but moan as he sucked at your pulse point, wet kisses consuming your neck and jawline as a damp patch began to pool in your underwear, falling apart under Javiâs touch.Â
âWell if thatâs the case, what should we break in first, Osita? What does mi esposa (my wife) want? â Javi hummed, slipping his hands under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pushing them over your hips and down your legs until they pooled around your ankles, leaving your bottom half bare.Â
Snaking his hand between your bodies, you whimpered as his fingers ghosted over your core, grazing over your clit with just enough pressure to make you shutter in anticipation, feeling the slick of your arousal beginning to coat your thighs with want and need.Â
âF-fuck-â You stammered, trying to string together anything that resembled a coherent thought, âThe b-bed. Fuck me on the bed, baby, please.âÂ
Without another word, Javi had scooped you up under your thighs, forcing your legs to lock around his waist as he carried you toward the bed, mouths crashing together in a hungry mess of tongues and teeth.Â
Javi set you down, gently laying your back on the bed just enough to let your lower half hang off the edge so he could make a home between your legs, draping each one over his shoulders and pushing them open further to reveal the wet, puffy mess in between your thighs.Â
You should have been embarrassed with how worked up you already were from a few kisses and some ass grabbing, but with how excited you were to be here with your husband, without a worry in the world besides how many times you could disrespect your hotel room before you had to leave, you had no shame in how you were already dripping with anticipation as Javiâs eyes locked on your core.Â
âFuck, sheâs so pretty.â Javi cooed, admiring the glistening sheen of your slick covering your folds, planting gentle kisses along the soft skin of your thighs, creeping closer and closer to your center. You sat up on your elbows to watch as Javiâs fingers lazily traced your cunt, collecting your arousal, rubbing with just enough pressure to make your clit throb even harder than it already had been. âAlways so wet for me, Hermosa. My perfect wife. Fuck, I still canât believe youâre all mine forever.âÂ
âForever.â You whimpered, breath hitching in the back of your throat as Javiâs tongue dragged across your core with a broad, flat stroke, looking up at you with those devastatingly sweet, chocolate brown eyes, pulling off you with the look you knew all too well meant you were absolutely a goner.Â
âTastes so fucking sweet, baby.â Javi hummed, carefully bringing two fingers to your core, sinking them inside your weeping hole to prod steadily against your g-spotÂ
âOh my god, fuck-â You whimpered, Javi working at a painstakingly slow pace that still had you writhing under his touch, his mouth and fingers moving in the perfect combination of pressure to already have a tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine despite the fact he had just started eating you out.Â
Your jaw went slack as his digits prodded faster, his tongue swirling and flicking against your sensitive bundle of nerves, ragged moans and whimpers escaping from your lips, growing louder and more wonton by the second.Â
âThatâs my girl.â Javi cooed, pulling off you just enough to catch your attention, his fingers never faltering in pace, âFuck, I could listen to you like this all day, Osita. All the pretty noises my wife makes just for me. Câmon, baby. You want everyone here to know who makes you feel this good, huh? Tell them, sweet girl, who makes you feel this good?âÂ
âY-you, Javi, fuck- You do, baby.â You moaned, feeling your pussy begin to flutter around Javiâs fingers as his smug smirk pressed back against your cunt, now sucking at your clit with a ferocious switch intensity he knew would send you over the edge in an instant.Â
Squeezing Javiâs head between your thighs, you cried out louder, chanting his name like a prayer with each second you grew closer and closer to your end, feeling arousal creeping through your body at a rapid rate.Â
âJavi, Javi, fuck- Oh, baby, Javi, Iâm gonna- gonnaahhhhhhh-âÂ
In an instant, your orgasm crashed through you, filling you with all consuming pleasure that had you seeing stars, sobbing out as your cunt clamped down around Javiâs fingers that were pulsing inside you through your high.Â
At this point, you were probably close to suffocating your poor husband, but it was his own damn fault for knowing how to make you cum so hard, your soul just about left your body.Â
Finally regaining enough inhibition, you let your legs fall open, freeing Javi from the thigh prison he had trapped himself in, still smirking with delight despite his red face and shortness of breath.Â
âJesus Christ, Osita.â He laughed, standing up as he began to shed his clothes, tossing his shirt and shorts in a crumpled pile on the floor, followed by his already tented and stained boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock, slapping against his stomach and bobbing between his legs as it was freed. âYou tryinâ to kill me, baby?âÂ
âI could ask you the same thing.â You huffed, chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths as you came down from your high. âSorry, not my fault you make me cum so hard I put you in a headlock between my legs.âÂ
You and Javi both couldnât help but laugh as he helped you slide further up the bed, crawling over you and caging you under his broad body, peppering every inch of your body with kisses and intentionally tickling you with his mustache in all the places he knew made you giggle the most.Â
âIf I die between my wifeâs thighs buried face deep in her pussy, Iâd die a happy man.âÂ
âWell I have no plans on intentionally murdering you on this trip, so count yourself safe this time, Peña.âÂ
âBaby, Iâm convinced youâre just trying to kill me slowly this entire trip, considering you have nothing packed in your suitcase besides bikinis and sundresses.â Javi sighed, arms planted around your head as he laid overtop of you, kissing up your collarbone and neck, all the way up your jawline.Â
âJavier Peña, we are literally on a tropical vacation to the Bahamas. Would you have liked me to pack, a parka and snow pants?â You teased, breath hitching in the back of your throat between giggles, trying to maintain your composure between the wet, hot kisses, Javi was planting across your skin.Â
âNo,â He grumbled, âYouâre the hottest woman Iâve ever fucking met, baby, you donât think people arenât staring at you everywhere you go? I canât fucking blame âem, but they better notice that ring on your finger and know youâre off limits.âÂ
Heat crept through your cheeks, butterflies swirling in your stomach from what he had said, picking up on the notion behind his thoughts. Javi wasnât a jealous man, but fuck, was he a protective one, and God help any man who tried to knowingly make a move on you while he was around.Â
He wanted everyone to know you were his, and you just as badly wanted everyone to know he was yours.Â
âMaybe just the ring isnât enough, baby.â He smirked, nipping and tugging at your skin with his teeth as he snaked his hand between your bodies to stroke himself and line his cock up with your entrance. ââCause you know what else isnât in your suitcase?âÂ
Your birth control.Â
You didnât have to say a word to know exactly what Javi meant, your face swelling with a mixture of excitement and want.Â
âJavi, oh fuck-â You moaned, cut off by the sweet sting of Javi pushing into you, filling you up with every inch of himself until he had bottomed out, stalling for a moment to let you adjust to his fullness before slowly dragging his cock in and out of your cunt.Â
âMaybe,â he groaned, biting down on his lip at just how good you felt around him, warmth and wetness coating his length with each stroke, âMaybe that ring on your finger isnât enough, Ostia. Maybe once they see you pregnant with our baby growing inside you, theyâll know youâre mine.âÂ
It never failed to amaze you just how Javi knew how to make you short circuit with words alone, hoping the entire resort didnât hear the absolutely pathetic whimper you let out at the idea of finally carrying his baby, showing off your family to the world, and the man who had given it to you. Â
âFuck, knock me up Javi. Wanna- wanna make you a daddy.â You whined, wrapping your arm up around his neck, running your fingers through his dark and sweaty curls, tugging him closer to you until your mouths were molded in a messy clash of tongues and teeth.Â
âChrist- Yeah, baby girl? Fuck, Iâll give you whatever you want. Iâll fuck myself so deep inside you, itâs got no choice but to fuckinâ take. Keep you stuffed with my cum every day until it sticks.â Javi groaned, gritting his teeth as he grabbed the backs of your thighs, pushing them to your chest and pulling you closer to him so your back began to arch, giving himself the perfect angle to split you open and keep every last drop inside of you.Â
You could feel every inch of Javi filling you, perfectly punching against that soft, spongy spot inside your cunt with each thrust, keeping your thighs still pressed against your chest as the lower half of your legs wrapped around the small of Javiâs back, ankles locking together to keep him as close and deep inside you as you could.Â
âDĂĄmelo, papi.â You cooed, wicked smile stretched from ear to ear watching Javi physically having to stop himself to let out a strangled groan, clenching his jaw and scrunching his face to keep from busting right then and there. Â
âJesus, fuck-â Javi grunted, finally gaining enough composure to open his eyes and look back down at you beneath him, smugly smirking, âThatâs how this is gonna go, huh?"
The chocolate brown of Javiâs eyes began to darken with lust, dragging his cock out and ramming into you so deeply, a pathetic whimper fell from your lips, nearly knocking the wind out of your chest feeling him practically in your stomach. Your whimpers quickly turned to sobs as he did it again, slowly dragging his length out of your wet, warm walls before pounding back in to you with a blinding intensity.Â
Leaning down, Javi grabbed your arms, pushing them outstretched above your head until your wrists were crossed over each other and Javi had them both in his firm grasp, pinning you to the bed with the weight of his body and grip. It was like something feral had ignited inside him, brow furrowed and teeth gritted with a laser focus, snapping his hips to thrust himself deeper and harder, melting you to a helpless puddle beneath him, your cries of pleasure and desperation only egging him on more.Â
âYou want me to fill you up, baby? Then youâre gonna be a good girl and take every last fucking drop. Every. Last. One.â He huffed, syncing his words to each thrust, keeping a bruising grip over your wrists with one hand, and digging his fingertips into the meat of your hips with his other. âTell me what youâre gonna do for me, baby girl. Tell me whose pussy this is.âÂ
âItâs yours, Javi. Fuck, fuck, fuck- itâs yours, baby! I- oh shit- I promise Iâll be a good girl and take it all. Want you to fill me up, Papi.â You sobbed, arousal seeping through your veins as Javiâs cock punched against your g-spot over and over, each stroke faster and more intense, blinding your body with pleasure.Â
Your hotel room was drenched in the borderline pornographic sounds of skin slapping against skin, wet squelching of your pussy squeezing Javiâs cock tighter and tighter as you could feel the coil beginning to tighten in your stomach, crying out without any inhibition for your volume, Javi grunting and panting with equal intensity.Â
âThatâs my girl. You gonna let everyone hear who this pussy belongs to? Let everyone know that Iâm gonna fill you up and get you pregnant?â Javi mewled, watching the way your eyes were nearly rolling in the back of your head, snaking his hand gripping your hip down between your bodies to rub firm and frantic circles around your clit to help push you over the edge knowing how close you were.Â
As soon as the calloused pads of Javiâs fingers were pressed against your sensitive nub, you were seconds away from the brink of collapse, cunt clamping tighter and tighter around Javiâs cock, choking it with your velvety walls.Â
âYes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, Iâm so close baby. Donât stop, donât stop, please, fuckfuckfuckfuck!âÂ
Instantly, your orgasm crashed through your body, blinding white heat flooding your vision, pleasure shooting through every inch of you to the point you felt like you had left your own body. You could feel your body going limp beneath Javi, knowing he wasnât far behind you given all his tell tale signs as you soaked his length with your arousal.Â
Javiâs thrusts had forgone any type of rhythm, now sloppy and erratic, his balls tightening and tensing in his stomach, babbling and moaning in your ear, whispering sweet nothings before he found himself in the same state of you.Â
âThatâs it, hermosa. Cum all over my cock. Cum all over me before I fill up this tight little pussy so full itâs got no choice but to take. Oh fuck- Fuck, canât wait to get you pregnant. See you carrying our baby. Gonna make you the prettiest fucking Momma-ahhhhhhh, fuck!âÂ
With one final stutter of his hips, Javi was painting the inside of your cunt with thick, warm ropes of his spend, keeping himself flushed as tight as he could to your pelvis, making sure a single drop didnât escape as he plugged you with his cock, cumming so hard he couldnât help but whimper. The weight of his body slumped on top of you, syncing your heavy breaths, the sticky and sweaty sheen of your chests pressed together as Javi planted a slow and sensual kiss on your lips, swallowing your moans in his mouth.Â
âHoly fuck.â You half whispered to yourself, letting out a bliss-filled giggle.
âJesus Fucking Christ.â Javi panted, quietly laughing along with you, gently brushing the damp and wild strands of your hair out of your face, âFuck- You gotta be careful with that âPapiâ shit, Osita.âÂ
âOh yeah? And why would that be?â You teased, smirking as you raised an eyebrow at him and bit down on your lip, knowing damn well why.Â
âBecause if you keep that up, I donât think weâre ever leaving this room.âÂ
After dinner and giving a few more pieces of furniture in your hotel room a good test run, the two of you had happily called it a night on day one of your honeymoon, eager to explore the rest of the resort as the two of you rose with the golden rays of the sun beaming over the horizon of your ocean view window, flooding your room with warm and welcoming sunlight.Â
As much as the both of you were convinced you could have easily spent the next 10 days without leaving your hotel room, you made a pact that you would spend some time going to explore the rest of the resort after spending some much deserved post-wedding de-stressing in the sun by the pool, drinking as many mojitos and frozen daiquiris as you could stomach.Â
And as amazing as non-stop sex with Javi would have been, soaking up in the sun poolside with a drink on one side of you and a shirtless husband on the other, youâd say that this was a pretty close second.Â
âAnother one?â Javi smirked, eyebrows raised at you as his brown eyes peeked over the edge of his aviators, gesturing at your nearly empty glass.Â
âI mean⊠if youâre offering.â You giggled, tipsy after a few drinks and hours baking in the sun, happily holding out the remainder of your mojito for Javi to exchange for a new one.Â
âI think the bartender and I are about to be on a first name basis pretty soon.â Javi laughed, shuffling out of his beach chair, grabbing his empty cup along with yours to bring back with him to the poolside bar that had been visited a questionable amount of times by the two of you since you had gotten to the pool this morning.Â
âYeah? Are you gonna tell the bartender the frozen strawberry margaritas youâve been getting from him all day are for you and not for your wife?â You teased, pulling your sunglasses down to look at Javi, playfully rolling his eyes back at you.Â
âShut up. Theyâre fucking addicting. You had one, can you blame me?âÂ
âIâm just giving you a hard time, Mr. I Wonât Drink Anything But Beer and Whiskey. Donât worry, your secretâs safe with me. Although, Iâm sure Steve would get a kick out of knowing youâve downed like, 7 of these since weâve gotten here.âÂ
Setting down both of the drinks, you found yourself in a fit of squeals and giggles as Javi reached down to scoop you up out of your chair, carrying you bridal style to the edge of the pool before jumping in with the both of you, the refreshing cool of the pool water crashing over you as your bodies bobbed under the surface.Â
âPendejo!â You laughed, splashing Javi as your heads peered above the edge of the water, Javi shaking his hair, damp and clinging to his forehead from your added assault, grabbing you by the waist before you could go any further, shifting you to wrap your legs around him as he held you, childishly swaying you through the water.Â
âTe amo, esposa.â (I love you, wife) Javi teased in a mocking tone, responding to your name calling.Â
âJokeâs on you, because I wanted to get into the pool anyways. Youâre lucky youâre handsome. Mojito me, Peña.â You splashed again, rolling your eyes at his over exaggerated kiss before he swam away, shooting you a wink while he waded his way to the poolside bar.Â
It wasnât long before Javi was making his way back, a drink in each hand, happily handing you your mojito as he got to the edge of the pool where you were sitting, lifting himself up to sit beside you and take a swig of his margarita.Â
âMiss me?â He smirked, raising his eyebrows at you.Â
âTerribly. Most agonizing 6 minutes of my entire life.â You teased, playing into the dramatics as Javi picked up your left hand, admiring the diamond ring and wedding band adorned on your finger before gently kissing it.Â
âSorry to keep my wife waiting. I hope that youâll accept this mojito as a token of my apology.âÂ
âI think thatâs a fair enough compromise.âÂ
After a few more hours and several drinks later, it was safe to say that you and Javi had definitely both been in better states than you currently were, too far gone to care about the potential consequences of tomorrowâs hangover to stop yourselves.Â
âWhat time do you think it is?â You asked, sunkissed body sprawled out across the pool chair.Â
âWife OâClock.â Javi answered, snickering to himself at his answer.Â
âJavier Peña, thatâs not a real time, you dork.âÂ
âHalf past mojito. A quarter âtil my next margarita.âÂ
âJesus ChristâŠ.â You paused, one of the life guards crossing behind you catching your attention, âHey, excuse me! Do you know what time it is?âÂ
âUhhhhh, looks like itâs almost 6!â The lifeguard replied, looking down at his watch before continuing on his path.Â
â6?! Oh shit!â You gasped, sitting up straight in your chair.Â
âWhat? Whatâs happening at 6?!â Javi inquired, seemingly less concerned with whatever was supposed to be happening then that had you so riled up.Â
âJavi, we're supposed to be at dinner right now! We made reservations at that italian place, remember?!â You grimaced, frantically starting to grab the towels and clothes you had scattered around the pool deck.Â
âOh fuck! Shit, uh- okay, here, lemme help you!â Javi joined in on the gathering of any item that belonged to you that he could find, tossing it into the bag you had brought down with you, hoping that you didnât forget anything that had come with you to the pool.Â
While the haphazard gathering of items was a good enough sign to any onlooker that you and Javi were more than likely intoxicated, the both of you didnât realized just how drunk you were until you both tried to stand up out of your beach chairs, grabbing on to each other in a wobbly dance of giggles. Â
âWoah, I think I drank a little lotta margaritas.â Javi stammered, laughing to himself.Â
âFuck, I did too. Jesus, how many do you think we had?â You giggled, face scrunching in anticipation of the number that was definitely going to be higher than you had intended when you came to the pool this morning.Â
You could see Javi trying to drunkenly calculate his trips to the pool bar in his head, counting across his fingers in a serious concentration, tongue sticking out of his mouth, as if it was going to help him focus better.Â
âLetâs see, I think after adding them all up⊠We drank a lot.âÂ
âIf we canât even come up with a number, thatâs not good. Fuck, I didnât even bring real clothes! Our room is so far from the restaurant, thereâs no way weâre even gonna be close to making it!â You pouted, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.Â
âJust put on the cute little dressy thingy over your bathing suit. Or just go in your bikini. Youâre so hot they have to let you in.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip as he looked you up and down, giving you his best drunken attempt at his bedroom eyes.Â
âUnfortunately for you, I donât think the other patrons of this resort want to watch me eat pasta half naked, ya sicko.â You teased, giving him a nudge to his stomach a little harder than you had intended. âOkay, cover up will have to do, I guess. Do you have your shirt?âÂ
âYou donât wanna watch me eat pasta half naked?âÂ
âAs much as Iâd love to, maybe another time, weirdo. Okay, we have to go! Or else weâre not getting any pasta, naked or not! Focus, Peña, focus!â You commanded in your best pretend stern voice, grabbing the rest of your things in your hands while Javi stood there, admiring you like the drunken, lovesick fool he was.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy when youâre bossy.â Javi smirked, raising his eyebrows at you, âOkay, fine, fine fine, letâs go. Lead the way, Mrs. Peña.âÂ
If you didnât feel drunk enough after simply trying just to stand up out of your pool chairs and collect all your belongings within a 5 foot radius of you, you sure as hell did trying to drunkenly navigate the resort to find the restaurant you were looking for. After asking several employees, you somehow managed to stumble your way through the hotel to find your intended location, âCiao!â , one of the higher-end dining experiences the two of you had planned for your vacation.Â
âHi. We are married, and we are here to eat pasta.â Javi proclaimed to the hostess at the front of the restaurant, who was looking back and forth between you and Javi, riddled with confusion not only by Javiâs opening statement, but from the fact the two of you were nearly out of breath from running around every inch of the resort, clearly drunk, and still dressed in your swimsuits.Â
âUmmmm, okay? Whatâs the name on the reservation?â The hostess asked hesitantly, flipping through the pages of names and times written down for seating tonight.Â
âPeña. We were supposed to be here at 6 but we had a lil too much fun at the pool, but not enough fun that we completely forgot about dinner! Weâre really sorry!â You explained, trying your best to keep your composure, biting your tongue to subdue your drunken giggles.Â
âYeah, like, so sorry. I had a lot of margaritas today.â Javi added, turning his head to let out a little burp at the end of his sentence.Â
âI donât see any Peñaâs on the reservation for tonightâŠ.â The hostess sighed, flipping back and forth between todayâs pages, clearly not amused by either of your antics.Â
âOh no⊠Does that mean weâre not getting pasta? Shit.â Javi pouted, crossing his arms over his chest like a little boy.Â
âOh wait, are- are you sure it was a reservation for today? I see Peña on here at 6 for tomorrow?âÂ
âOh shitâŠâ You and Javi replied, nearly in sync, visibly grimacing at the fact that you had spent the past 45 minutes in an alcohol induced frenzy, running through the resort to find a restaurant you werenât even supposed to eat at until tomorrow.Â
Whoops.Â
âMy badâŠ.â You shrugged, sheepishly frowning as you looked back and forth between the hostess and Javi, âOkay, well, um, weâre gonna- Weâre gonna go then.â You winced, grabbing Javi by the hand to slowly drag him away from the restaurant, hoping that the physical distance would somehow spare you the embarrassment you had just subjected yourself to.Â
âYouâre fine, just- We do ask that our guests wear more, um- appropriate attire when they come to dine with us.â The hostess scoffed, huffing at you and Javi, looking you up and down with your beach bound outfits and hands full of pool accessories as you continued to back away.Â
âShe doesnât wanna see us eat pasta in our bathing suits?â Javi whispered in your ear, making you snort so loud it almost hurt your chest, trying to keep from bursting into full blown laughter before making it out of eye and earshot of the hostess, jabbing him in the stomach with your elbow, only spurring him on further, âShe doesnât know how sexy youâd look shoving a fist full of garlic bread down your throat with nothing on but a bikini? Her loss.âÂ
Now out of sight of the restaurant, you and Javi exploded into an obnoxious fit of drunken giggles, feeling completely idiotic for wasting nearly the last hour of your night in a whirlwind journey to nowhere.Â
âWell, looks like no pasta for dinner tonight.â You sighed, playfully throwing up your hands in defeat. âI am starting to get really hungry though⊠Like too hungry to go back up to the room and change and then come back down and wait at a restaurant for more food.âÂ
âYeah, shit, Iâm really hungry too⊠Wait!â Javi paused, his face lighting up with excitement.Â
âWhat, Jav?âÂ
âDidnât we pass a pizza place on the way up to the room when we first got here?Â
The grin on your face was now equally as wide, almost certain that you and Javi were having the same drunk recollection.Â
âI knew there was a good reason I married you.âÂ
Somehow or another, you had not only managed to find your way to âPapaâs Pizzeriaâ, you had managed to successfully order an extra large pizza for the two of you to split, and make it back to the room without any pizza casualties on the way.Â
Even a drunken you couldnât help but realize how lucky she was to have married a man like Javi, and not just because of his excellent memory for pizza restaurants- What you had been through in the past hour and a half could have easily sent any other couple into an ugly spiral of arguments and blame theyâd cast upon each other for âruiningâ the rest of their night.Â
Youâd been witness to so many relationships and marriages where couples barely managed to genuinely enjoy each otherâs company, let alone have fun together. Cohabitation drenched in resentment and unhappiness towards each other, forced proximity the only thing keeping them together. Â
You were positive that there would never be enough âthank youâsâ that you could send out into the universe for letting you marry your best friend.Â
Because what would have been a soiled evening for so many others, was quickly turning out to be a better night than you could have ever imagined, plans tossed out the window to sit cross legged in your king sized bed together, bodies draped in fluffy hotel robes as you mowed down on slices of pepperoni pizza, giggling over shared, drunken secrets with your favorite person in the world.Â
âOkay, your turn now.â You snickered, shoving another bite of lukewarm pizza into your mouth, giving Javi a playful shove into the sea of pillows at the head of your bed.Â
âI just went!â He protested, trying to talk through the mess of cheese, sauce and crust he was still chewing.Â
âNuh uh! I just did, remember? We got off topic because we started talking about the Farrah Fawsect poster you had in your room that your mom made you take down, but you were the one who asked me about who my first celebrity crush was, remember?â You insisted, pointing your half bitten piece of pizza at him, forcing him to hold up his hands in defeat.Â
âOkay, okay! Canât blame me for forgetting after thinking about that poster, though.â Javi shrugged, smirking at the thought of his 12 year old self gawking at the beautiful blonde actress hanging above his bed, âShitâŠ. Gimmie a second, let me think.âÂ
âIâve given you plenty of seconds, goofball! Like all the seconds I spared you thinking about Farrah.âÂ
âShut up. Okay,â he paused, taking another bite of pizza, âwho was your first kiss?âÂ
âReally? Why, you gonna go hunt him down?â You snorted, feeling like you were gossiping with your teenage best friend at a sleepover rather than with your husband, Javi laughing along with you as he shook his head, âIt was Jack Mullins in the 7th grade.âÂ
âOkay, and?â Javi prodded, smirking as he interrogated you for more information.Â
âIt was at a Halloween Party my friend Sarah had at her house. Iâm pretty sure we were playing truth or dare, and all my friends knew I had a massive crush on him because he was the cutest boy in the 7th grade. So they dared me to kiss him and I did it. It was so awkward, and I had no idea what I was doing. Pretty sure we kissed while the âThe Monster Mashâ was playing, too. I was so embarrassed after that I cried in the bathroom and then walked home and didnât even say goodbye to anyone. Didnât ever think Iâd speak to him again and he ended up being my date to prom.âÂ
âWow. That was a way better story than I was expecting to get. âThe Monster Mashâ? Truth or Dare?â Javi chuckled as your cheeks turned red, watching your eyes at his enjoyment of your story.Â
âOkay, I was 12 Javi, some of us were weird, awkward teenagers. Iâm sure that you were very easily the Jack Mullins of your middle school and had girls at the door lining up to kiss you.â You rebutted, having seen plenty of pictures of teenage Javi, thanks to Chucho, knowing whatever awkward phase he went through was only a fraction of your pre-teen pain.Â
âNo, I wasnât. I was a pretty shy kid. All my friends had their first kiss way before I did.â Javi shrugged, now sounding slightly more embarrassed.Â
âOkay, so what? They were 12 and you were 13? I donât believe it. I would have had the biggest crush on you in middle school.âÂ
âIâm being serious!â Â
Câmon, Javi, if Iâm telling you about my Monster Mash kiss, I get to hear about yours!â You insisted, giving him the biggest fake pout that you could muster until he gave in.Â
âI- I was 16 when I had my first kiss.âÂ
âYouâre joking.âÂ
âWhy would I joke about that?âÂ
â16?!âÂ
âOsita, youâre making it sound like I was 72 when I had my first kiss, not 16.âÂ
âConsidering how cute you were, yeah, I am! Okay, spill! Now I need to know!âÂ
âIâm telling you, I was a shy kid. Didnât really come out of my shell until 10th grade when I started doing swimming. There was a girl on the team I always thought was really cute, but I was too chicken shit to do anything about it. All my friends had girlfriends and dates to go to homecoming with, and I didnât have anyone, so they forced me to ask her. She turned me down, told me she already had a date. I was devastated. Went to a party with the team after, got drunk for the first time because I was so upset, and ended up kissing my friendâs older sister, Katie. Made out in the laundry room in the basement for the rest of the night. My friend found us after he realized we both had gone missing and ended up punching me in the face and almost breaking my nose.âÂ
âHoly shit. Thatâs a way better story than mine.â You gawked, eyes going wide at the turn Javiâs story had taken.Â
âI wouldnât say way better, just stupid.â Javi huffed, âYou do dumb things when youâre young.âÂ
âWell, you must have been a pretty good kisser even back then if she made out with you for an hour. Honestly, would have been dumb if she didnât make out with you, in my humble opinion.â You giggled, scooting closer to Javi as you snuggled into his lap, resting your head on his outstretched thigh and letting out a big yawn. Resting his hand on your back, Javi pulled you closer, running his fingers through the sun kissed ends of your messy hair, smiling at all the tell tale signs sleep was beginning to creep through your body and the way you snuggled up next to him.Â
âOkay, one last question because all these mojitos are catching up to me and Iâm getting sleepy.â You mumbled, feeling your eyelids begin to droop as you curled up in the warmth of his body, comfort flooding over you from Javiâs presence.Â
âOkay, hermosa. Your turn.â Javi cooed, his voice softening to match your sleepy tone, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.Â
âIf you could change anything about your life, anything you want, what would it be?âÂ
Javi paused for a moment, his fingers still daintily stroking across your hair and back as he thought. Truthfully, there were plenty of things he wished he could change about his past. It would take him less than a minute to come up with a list longer than most people could muster in a lifetime. He had wasted so many years of his life, bitter and remorseful about the things he had done, condemning himself to suffer the consequences of his actions. And yet, somehow, despite all of the things he could have said, out of all the painful things he wished he could go back in time to change, there was one answer that prevailed above all the rest, an answer that couldnât have been easier to choose. Â
âI wish there was a world where I would have met you sooner. That I would have gotten to love you just a little longer.âÂ
He waited for your response, settling into the silence until it was broken by one of your soft snores humming against his thigh, signaling to him you were sound asleep in his lap, not having heard a word you said. He laughed softly to himself, remembering the first night he had stayed at your apartment, and how it had ended just like this, conversation flowing until the early hours of the morning until you couldnât fight sleep any longer, eyelids shutting as you fell asleep in his arms. How he watched you gently drift to dreaming, wondering if he was, too. That somehow, some way, the world had managed to bring the two of you together. And even if he wished he would have gotten more time to love you before youâd met, Javi knew that heâd be forever grateful for every minute he had left with you.Â
Despite the raging hangover the two of you had the next morning after you woke up from your alcohol and pizza induced coma, the rest of your honeymoon had been some of the most fun that the two of you had had in years. Youâd spent multiple days at the pool, soaking up sun on the beach and swimming in the ocean, eaten so much delicious food you were convinced you were going to combust, drank more mojitos than youâd like to admit, and had even gone snorkeling on a tour through some of the islands outside your resort.Â
You also had been having so much sex, you were starting to feel bad for the rooms on either side of you.Â
Everything about your honeymoon had been everything youâd ever hoped for and more, but with only one full day left of your vacation, you couldnât help but feel a little sad that your perfect trip to tropical paradise was coming to a close.Â
âWhatâs that look for, porbrecita?â Javi laughed, sneaking up behind you on the edge of the balcony, watching you watch the sunrise with your cheeks propped up in your palms, pouting at the way bright pinks and oranges were greeting the sky. Standing behind you, he snaked his arms around your front so he could bring your back to his chest, kissing the top of your head while his arms settled around your middle.Â
âI donât want our honeymoon to end.â You sighed, craning your neck just enough to look at Javi over your shoulder, âIâm sad itâs gonna be over.âÂ
âI know, mi amor, me too.â He softly chuckled, planting a long kiss on your cheek, the whiskers of his mustache making you giggle, âBut what if I told you I have one more surprise for us before we go home tomorrow?âÂ
This made you swing all the way around, now chest to chest with Javi as you looked up at him in confusion, âWhat? I thought we were spending our last day on the beach just hanging out?âÂ
âWell we are, but what if I told you I rented one of those fancy cabanas at the end of the beach for us to use to celebrate our last day here?â Javi smirked, watching your face light up at his proposition.Â
âWait, actually?âÂ
âYes, actually.âÂ
âBut arenât they like, super expensive to rent for the day?âÂ
âI mean⊠theyâre not that expensive.âÂ
âOkay, the pause tells me that you spent way more money than you needed to on this, Jav.âÂ
âAnd what if it was? Iâm not allowed to wanna spoil my wife on our honeymoon?â Javi grinned, gently cupping your face and playfully shaking it, making you laugh again.Â
âYour wife doesnât need to be spoiled, just getting to be here with you is more than enough.â You paused, giving Javi a little nudge as he dramatically rolled his eyes at you, chuckling to himself, âWhat, you goof?âÂ
âI hope you know that because youâre my wife, Iâm planning on spending the rest of my life spoiling you, whether you like it or not. Iâd give you the fucking moon if I could, Osita.âÂ
âWell lucky for you, a day at a beach cabana will do just fine.âÂ
While you never would have asked Javi to purposely spend extra money on things you really didnât need to make your trip any more special than it already was, you couldnât deny that spending the day in your own private cove of the beach in a luxurious cabana with food and drinks being served to you at your request wasnât a bad way to spend the last day of your honeymoon.Â
The daybeds in the cabana had made a perfect place for a shady, mid day nap for the both of you, lazily waking up from the soft kiss Javi had planted on your shoulder, exposed from your bikini top, freckled and sunkissed from days in the tropics.Â
âIâm gonna go for a swim, Hermosa. Be back in a sec.â Javi cooed, gently stirring you from your catnap.Â
âMmmmmmkay.â You smiled, flipping over for another kiss on the lips before Javi slipped out from the flaps of your tent, softly blowing in the breeze. You sat up on your lounger, the sight of Javi in nothing but his bathing suit waking you from your brief sleep in a matter of moments.Â
Even though you had seen Javi in nothing but bathing suits for the past 9 days, you were convinced it was a sight youâd never find yourself getting over. There was no doubt that you had always found him incredibly attractive, but something about this trip had skyrocketed him to another level of sexy you didnât even know was attainable. You werenât sure if it was the unbuttoned floral shirts, excessive time spent shirtless, his messy and wet beach hair, or just the fact that now you got to call him your husband- truthfully, it was most likely a combination of all of the above.Â
You perked up, pulling back the fabric door of the cabana enough to watch Javiâs arms stroke through the ocean, popping his head above water with a brief shake before he was shallow enough to touch the sandy bottom again. As he sauntered in from the ocean, you couldnât help but admire the width of his shoulders and chest, glistening from the sun and salty water. You let your gaze travel down to his swim trunks, feeling your mouth water at the way they hugged his waist and crept up his thick thighs. With each step closer to shore, you couldnât stop staring at the way his trunks were clinging to his lower half, perfectly outlining his generous length.Â
Javi must have noticed the way you were staring at him by the subtle smirk that had broken out across his face as he approached the cabana, eyeing you up and down right back.Â
âYou have a good swim?â You asked, feeling your stomach swirl as you took in every inch of him, glowing in the sunlight.Â
âMhmm. Did you have fun watching me swim?â He teased, tongue tracing over his teeth while he raised his eyebrows, knowing damn well the effect he was having on you.Â
âMaybe. What, Iâm not allowed to enjoy the view? Not my fault my husband is so handsome.â Your smirk was almost as wide as his, biting down on your bottom lip as Javi entered the cabana, letting the flap to the entrance close behind him before caging your body under his on the lounge chair, trailing hot, wet, kisses across your chest and stomach.Â
âSay it again.â He mewled, looking up at you with his big, brown eyes as his kisses trailed lower and lower, watching as he began to settle himself at the edge of the chair between your thighs.Â
âMy husband is so handsome. Youâre so handsome, Javi.â You sighed, feeling the damp patch in your swimsuit bottoms growing, soaking the fabric with your slick and arousal.Â
âYouâre so fucking good to me. Fuck, Iâm so lucky.â He groaned, slinging your thighs over his shoulders, eyes still locked on you while he began to tug at the strings of your bikini, leaving your bottom half bare.Â
There was a part of you that knew you should be worried about someone catching the two of you, barely concealed by the flimsy confines of your cabana, but the part of you staring at your husband between your legs about to eat you out seemed a lot more convinced that this was the best idea Javi had all day.Â
âYouâre so fucking perfect. Everything about you. Iâm the goddamn luckiest man alive, you know that baby?âÂ
Your response to his question was nothing but a ragged moan, feeling him draping his arm over your hips to hold you in place as he slid two fingers into your heat. He curled his hand to reach the spot inside you he knew made you crumble before diving back in between your legs, beginning to lick you up like a man starved.
His tongue swirled against your clit, the firmness of each stroke and the deep press of his fingers making you writhe under his touch, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his damp, curly locks to brace yourself as he ate you out relentlessly.
âOh my god, fuck, Javi. Fuck, you feel so good. Fuck-âÂ
You could feel him switching tactics, latching his lips around your sensitive nub, rapidly sucking at the throbbing bundle of nerves, working his fingers deeper in your cunt as he felt you begin to clench around him.Â
âFuck Javi, fuck, right there baby- fuck, Iâm close.â Your fingers were buried so deep in his curls, tugging just enough to pull his face closer to you as you could feel your orgasm building at the base of your spine, desperate for him to give you your sweet release.Â
His thick fingers bumped along your g-spot, curving them ever so slightly in the way he had memorized like the back of his hand to make you come undone. The tingle along your spine quickly spread down your legs, pleasure building rapidly throughout your body as you felt yourself on the edge of release. Lifting his arm off your waist, he reached up to grab your hand laying out on the lounge chair, engulfing it in his grasp as he intertwined his fingers with yours.Â
âDamelĂł, (give it to me) sweet girl. Let go, baby, Iâve got you.âÂ
You could feel the pressure inside you snap, the tingling in your veins quickly transforming into full blown pleasure as your orgasm swept through you. You gushed around his hand, cunt clenching down on his fingers as you came, losing all sense of inhibitions as you cried out with a volume much louder than intended.Â
But with Javiâs fingers still curled, prodding against your g-spot, you had a feeling those cries werenât coming to a halt any time soon. It was only moments after your orgasm had finished he was already on a mission to give you another, tongue lapping up every ounce of your slick as it pressed against your clit.Â
âJavi, holy shit, baby, oh fuck.â You whined, bucking your hips towards his face and arching your back as he circled around your bundle of nerves, your moans and whimpers only egging him on more.Â
Even after all this time, there was a part of you that still couldnât believe how fast Javi could make you cum. He had memorized every twitch, every tug of his hair, every breathy whisper to know what made you fall apart under his touch, loving every second of watching you come undone for him.Â
You could already feel the tingling of your next orgasm beginning to creep up your legs and into your stomach as Javi sucked at your clit, greedy for him to help you hit your second high.Â
âPlease donât stop, Javi. Fuck baby, fuck, fuck, I- ahhhhhhhhh.â That was all it took before you could feel the waves of pleasure rushing through your body again, your pussy throbbing as your orgasm flooded over you.Â
Your legs were all but jello at this point, trembling around Javiâs head, still buried between them. Your last two orgasms had been so intense, you werenât sure you could take a third, but with the way Javi knew your body, you also were convinced it would barely take anything for you to cum again.Â
âJ-Javi- fuck, baby, fuck I canât-â  Â
âGimme one more, Osita. Câmon, sweet girl. Wanna make my wife cum one more time.â You nodded, looking down at the shine of your arousal covering his smirk, knowing that at this point, you were so worked up and overstimulated that just the fingers already inside of you really were all you needed to give him your last orgasm.Â
Javiâs fingers had already sunk so deep into your cunt, already so overly sensitive to every push and pull of his hand, that the grip you had on his hand had become so tight, you could feel your knuckles turning white. You cried out his name as it fell from your lips, babbling incoherently as the third rush of pleasure crashed over you, gushing onto Javiâs fingers. Â
âThatâs my good girl. My perfect fucking wife. I love you so much.â Javi carefully pulsed his fingers a few more times as he felt you clench around him, making you hiss as he withdrew his hand now soaked in your slick, bringing the digits to his fingers to suck them clean with a satisfied smirk.Â
It was only moments before his sly grin had quickly shifted to full blown panic, you, still too blissed out to wonder why he was scrambling to throw a towel over your bottom half and one to hide the erection under his as he sat himself in the chair next to you. Thank god Javi still at least had an ounce of inhibition left to see the footsteps of the server who had been periodically checking in on you strolling their way through the sand under the edge of the cabana, saving you both from what could have been an incredible amount of embarrassment.Â
âHi, how are you two doing? Anything else I can get for you right now?â Your server asked, peeking his head in through the flaps to see you and Javi trying your best to act as natural as possible.Â
âN-no, Iâm good. You good, honey? Need anything?â Javi asked, looking over at you as his hand ran over the back of his neck, trying his best not to grimace at the awkward tension stewing between him, you and your poor, unsuspecting server.Â
âYou know what, I think Iâm gonna have another drink.âÂ
âAlright! Another mojito for you, maâam?â Your server asked, whipping out his pad of paper to note down your order.Â
âNo, can you make this next one a Sex on the Beach? That sounds really good.âÂ
It truly took everything in Javi not to burst out laughing, choking on his own spit at your perfectly timed order, shaking his head at you in a humorous disbelief.Â
âPerfect, well Iâll be right back with your drink!âÂ
âThank you so much!âÂ
Once your server had disappeared, you and Javi erupted in hyena like laughter, the combination of your joke and almost fatal timing throwing the two of you into a fit of giggles.Â
âYouâre fucking ridiculous, you know that?â Javi chuckled, looking over at you as he shook his head.Â
âWhat? Itâs our last day, figured we might as well have a little sex on the beach. The drink sounds like itâll be good, too.âÂ
Your mid-afternoon flight had made for an easy morning to pack up and soak in the last little bit of your honeymoon. It had given you just enough time to enjoy your favorite breakfast place, and have one more of the best blueberry waffles youâd ever tasted before your last shower (and shower sex) to get ready for your departure home.Â
While you were sad your vacation had come to an end, there was no denying that every last bit of your trip was absolutely perfect, and even more so that you got to spend it with the most perfect person you could think of. You were convinced you could have gone anywhere in the world for your honeymoon and you would have felt the same- in the end, it wasnât the destination that mattered, it was the fact you got to spend it with your husband.Â
The fact that you got to spend every vacation together for the rest of your lives only made it that much sweeter.Â
While flying would never be enjoyable, you were thankful your trip home was fairly painless, granting Javiâs hand some grace, considering you didnât feel the need to keep it in an iron grip for the two hours it took you to arrive back home.Â
You were also thankful that it was Steve and Connie who had offered to pick you up from the airport instead of Chucho, sparing you and Javi the same sort of awkward embarrassment you had endured on the ride to start off your honeymoon.Â
Well, it may not been the same kind of embarrassment that you had experienced with Javiâs dad, but it was foolish of you to think that Steve was letting you get away scott free.Â
At least he had managed to get creative with it, making a greeting poster with âWelcome home, lovebirds!â on it to help you find him and Connie in the airport crowd, making Javi let out a sigh loud enough that Steve probably could have heard it from the tarmac.Â
âHey! There they are! Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Peña!â Steve grinned, pulling you and Javi in for a hug as you found him, Connie following suit with a much less dramatic greeting for the both of you afterwards.Â
âHow was the honeymoon? Did you guys have a great time?â Connie asked, offering to take one of your suitcases, nudging Steve to do the same. âÂ
âIt was really nice. It was everything we could have hoped for. The resort was beautiful, the food was great, and the weather was fantastic. It really was perfect.â You smiled, looking up at Javi, nodding in agreement, reaching out to wrap his arm over your shoulder.Â
âThanks again for picking us up.â Javi chimed in, the two of you now following along behind your friends as they began leading you through the airport towards their car.Â
âDonât mention it, Jav. Least we could do.â Steve replied, reaching out to give Javi a little punch to the arm.Â
âWeâre super excited to hear all about your trip!â Connie added, looking back at you and Javi with a genuine grin.Â
âExcited to hear if Iâm gonna make good on my betâŠâ Steve muttered, laughing under his breath.Â
âSteve! Seriously? You promised in the car you werenât gonna bring this up!â Connie huffed, giving her husband a slap to the chest, and a grimace that clearly was the silent way to ask âWill you please shut up?âÂ
âWhat?! I put good money on it, Iâm confident!âÂ
âWait, is this the same bet that Javiâs dad was talking about on the way here?â You asked, looking back and forth between Javi, Steve and Connie in confusion, perplexed as to what you and Javi had to do with whatever bet he and the Murphyâs were in on.Â
âGo ahead, Steve! Why donât you explain?â Connie scolded, hands on her hips as she stared down her husband in all his big mouthed glory.Â
âYou bet on it, too!â Steve retorted, holding his hands up in defense, pointing at Connie to claim her as part of the guilty party to whatever was going on.
âWhat the fuck are you guys talking about?â Javi asked, trying to cut to the chase of whatever cryptic game they were playing.Â
âAfter yâall left on your wedding night, we- shit, this does sound kinda bad when you say it to their face, huh?â Steve paused, letting out a huff as he turned back to Connie, grimacing in agreement, âUs and your family and your dad made a bet.âÂ
âA bet onâŠâ You led, waiting for your answer.Â
Steve sighed again, hands on his hips as he stared at the ground before looking back up at you and Javi, âA bet on how quick it would take after the wedding until the two of you announced you were pregnant.âÂ
You didnât even want to know how red your face was turning, but judging by the sudden pink flush of Javiâs cheeks, you had no doubt you looked exactly the same, if not worse.Â
âTo be fair, your dad was the one who started it!â Steve exclaimed, pointing at Javi to let him know he wasnât to blame for his friendâs embarrassment before shifting his finger to point at you, âAnd your brothers were the one who said we should make it a bet! I just wanted in on it!âÂ
âJesus fucking christ.â Javi sighed, face in his palm as he rubbed his temples with the pads of his fingers.Â
âI hope now you know weâre not gonna have kids just to spite all of you.â You teased, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilted your head at Steve. It was enough to catch Javiâs attention, eyes going wide that there was even a shred of you being serious, laughing to yourself as you watched the relief flush over him when you shook your head at your own joke.Â
âYeah, okay, whatever you say.â Steve chuckled, his voice oozing with sarcasm, simply shrugging before turning back around to continue your journey to the parking garage.Â
Javi took his free hand, intertwining it with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you trailed behind the Murphyâs soft smile on his face that despite his friends and families bet revolved around your sex life, there was a very real possibility that sooner rather than later, someone was bound to make their fifty bucks.Â
âWhatâd you bet?â Javi asked, feeling entitled to know how Steve had gambled after heâd spilled the beans on his little wager.Â
âWell, letâs see, yâall got married at the end of July, so July to August, August to September,â Steve paused, doing the quick math on his fingers as he calculated his answer, â9 months from now would be April, so Iâll be damned if youâre not tellinâ us your havinâ a baby by the fall and itâs here by the spring. And I know for a fact neither of yâall would be mad about that one bit.âÂ
And as much as you both hated to admit it, it was one of the few things in life that Steve Murphy was very, very right about.Â
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Lore drop: The bite that damn near kills you
"M!" She got shook, getting pulled out the nightmare "M!"
"Wha- huh- what happened?" She jolted up.
Dorothea was next to her. M assumed that she was the one shaking her.
The other girls were there too, all watching her with concern.
Brook came closer. "You alright?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
They all looked at each other.
'You were kinda screaming..." Finley said quietly.
SHIT
"W-what was I screaming?" She swallowed nervously.
"Someone called Willa."
"And?" M asked.
"You were muttering about someone biting you?"
"Oh god..."
"Um, do you want to share something with us?" Anastasia asked gently.
"You'll hate me." She shook her head, her hand subconsciously hiding her very first scar. "I'm a monster."
Brook sat down next to her. "Have you killed someone on purpose?"
"What?"
"Have you killed someone on purpose?" She repeated.
"No..."
"Have you assaulted someone?"
"No."
"Have you purposely cause someone harm?"
She shook her head.
"Great! You're not a monster!"
"If you haven't done those things, it's gonna to be pretty hard to scare us off."
She couldn't help the smile creep onto her face, but the little goblin in her head kept talking.
They'll still think you're a monster once you tell them
You'll scare them off
You're going to be alone again
Her smile flattered.
"M? Hellooo? Earth to M." Dorothea grabbed her attention again.
"Sorry." She said quickly.
"You were going to tell us something." Brook urged her to continue.
"Uh..."
"We're not going to judge you."
"Yeah, it's okay."
"No pressure tho."
All four of them were trying to be support, but it was coming out so rapidly that they were pretty much talking all at once.
It was overwhelming. It felt like M's hearing had been turned up to 10.
"I'm a werewolf!" She spat out, causing everyone to fall silent.
"...that's it?" Finley asked. "Dude, there's literal demons here. Demons. Plural."
"Yeah. You're a normal person like 98% of the time. It's like what, 12 hours a month you turn into a wolf? that's basically your period personified." Anastasia pointed out.
She just stared at them in shock.
They don't care... they really don't care.
Her eyes stung with tears.
"W-what?"
"Did you ask to get bit? Like, why would we care?"
"I don't know." She admitted.
"If anyone give you shit, we'll-" The next words out Anastasia's mouth would get someone banned from YouTube.
"That was graphic." Finley blinked.
"damn right."
M chuckled. "I'm glad we met."
"Us too, M. Us too."
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Hey! Sorry in advance if this is word vomit-y and a mess im literally crying rn lol
Ok so i found u for ur trans riza art and at first i was like yo cool explicitly trans art! Then i went thru ur blog and found there was so much here and it made me so fucking happy. Like we (trans mascs) domt get as much representation so its really meaningful when u find it in the wild but then when its genuinely good A+ quality content too and theres just so much of it? Words cant describe how fucking happy and seen i felt.
Ive been following u for a while now and just like. Youre so inspiring to me? Like your art is goals its so fucking good, when i see your art it makes me want to draw and improve my own art. Your brainrot and like willingness to do your own thing in regards to trans riza and ur AU art is also just so inspiring to me. And like as a trans masc creator i guess its so inspiring to see you succeed if that makes sense.
As to why im crying rn, i just found ur trans riza comic and its Unlocking things in me its making me cry so hard rn dhddhddnbdjdbdfbnffb like it just makes me feel sm hope for my own future? And idk its just really nice to see such good content and representation that really understands and gets the "trans experience" if that makes sense. So like yeah dhdjdjf just thank you so much for being so inspiring to me and (others bc im sure its not just me that feels like this) and for sharing your art!
that's a very sweet message thank you !!! i'm glad my trans riza art resonates with you ^_^
though anon, i don't think we are "under represented" at all. maybe in big media? sure, idk, i don't pay attention tbh. but anon there are a lot of transmasc artists making transmasc art out there you just have to pay attention :] and i think this kind of art is better appreciated when you stop using words such as "content" and "representation" to describe art made by artists in the wild and save it for big tv shows lol. ofc i get the trans experience, i'm trans. but maybe my trans experience isn't the same as yours. who gets to decide if something so personal is bad or good content? or representation? i think by applying those standards you're only limiting yourself and others
of course, i know you only meant well with your message! but i took the opportunity to ramble about something i think about a lot <3 i'm honored you find my art inspiring bc i honestly mostly draw whatever i feel like drawing lol even though trans riza au isn't very deep or personal or anything, it's important to me so i draw it. i hope all of us can forever create more art about our experiences without worrying if it's good representation or whatnot because that's a silly word to describe the feelings of real people :]
#asked#just to be clear i'm talking exclusively about self expression#not an excuse to not include diversity in your work
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