#Lopez x oc

[villainsimpqueen]

Doctor In The Barracks

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Throat contrusting.

Walls clamping and spasming.

Her vision began going hazy a few minutes ago as shakey breathes pushed and pulled through her nose.

The nails that bit into her scalp tugging and pulling onto the roots of her hair.

She nearly gagged as the dick that was so lodged down her throat was thrusted in and out of her swollen flush lips that gathered droll and pre at the edges and dripped down her chin. 

A whine left her as she felt a leaking tip being shoved into her swollen and pulsating cunt. 

“Look at how Utterly pathetic you are,” A southern drawl growled from above her, 

Two others snickered from behind her. 

One cutting off with a groan, tail curling up his back.

“Un coño tan apretado.”  A shuttering whine while firm claws digged into her thighs spreading her thighs more open for amber eyes to stare at her greedy cunt clenching and fluttering around his dick. 

Her knees dragging against the plush carpet that was forming a puddle just below her. 

“Colonel, Keep talking like that, The bitch loves it.” Lopez had groaned, watching how Dr.Nine's pussy desperately tried to reel him back deep inside as he slowly dragged out each duvet and engorged vein of his dick out barely stopping at the tip. 

A whine left her as Quaritch had wrapped her hair sturdy around his palm and fingers pulling her head up from being shoved so harshly against his pelvic bone.

Her lips glided with ease from all the drool that built on, as his thick girth dragged against her throats constricting muscles and from her pooling tongue. 

Her lips popping off his dick, with a satisfying noise it made his dick twitched as his emerald eyes started down at her, lips twitching flashing sharp carnassials, this tip of his tongue running across one side of his teeth as his darken eyes too in her tear stained and drooling face.

“Is that right?” Quaritch hummed as he jerked her hair to pull back her pretty little face making her look at him.

Relishing how her face scrunched up and a whine leaving her as Lopez chose that moment to jerk his hips into her ass, slamming his full length dick deep inside of her.

 A grunt leaves him as he dragged out quickly to slam it deep within, claws starting to drag against her skin.

“Fucking hell!” Lopez mutterings fell muddled over the sounds of his dick squelching in and out of her needy dripping cunt.

“N here I thought you had some Self Respect, Doctor.” Quaritch hummed, a chuckle leaving him as he looked into Dr. Nine hazy aureate eyes that gleamed with tears as they streaked down her face.

Quaritch moved his other hand down to her face, softly rubbing away the tears with his thumb, stroking her cheeks softly as another chuckle left him. 

“You didn't think i wouldnt find out about you being a common Barracks bunny to my men and Just let you go scot free did ya?” 

A gasp came from her more than any other reply, As it Seems Ja had found a way to wedge himself between not only her legs but Lopezs as well. 

Lopez spreading her thighs merely moments ago was nothing but a cruel set up, and the other man's advantage point.

Ja’s warm and soaking wet tongue finding her throbbing and swollen clit, fully pressing the flat surface of his tongue against it licking upward to the top of her pussy, his tongues tip swirling against the sensitive ball of nerves making her jerk forwards, her arms nearly giving out Of Lopez strong grip on her thighs had not moved to her hips to slam her back into him and stretch her so full of his dick.

Soft tapping on her cheek made her eyes clench for a second before fluttering away the tears from her water ducts all from over sensitivity from the two men who were using her for their pleasure, and yet, She had came and Came again before either one of them could bust and leave her a sticky heap. 

Though if her hazy mind would be able to think straight, She Could assume that being in the presence of their Colonel, had reason to how much more attentive they were to her needs and pleasure as well as why Both men seemed to have the stamina of raging bulls. 

Poor displays In fucking a woman, were surely not something The Colonel would accept. 

“I believe I asked you a question, Doctor.” Quaritch had mocked her, and by the grin on his face, he wasn't even trying to hide the disrespect. 

A swirling tongue hot and messy on her clit, rolling and pressing just right sending tingles and shocks up and down her spine and curling tail.

A fat and deliciously Long throbbing Dick being slammed deeply into her clenching and sopping wet pussy, slamming right into a spot that made her Head light and dizzy while forcing her toes and fingers to curl against the carpet. 

Then Came the Colonel's hand deep into her hair, tangled in it and nails scraping against her scalp so softly, it was driving her mad. 

His other hand softly struck her cheeks. 

Daring to ground her in some sense like he wasn't making her heave and choke around  his own thick and long length. 

Like he wasn't calling her nothing but a whore seconds ago, as he shoved her head fully down against his pelvic bone so desperately fucking her mouth as if it was her clenching desperate pussy. 

She should've been in her office working on reports and logs. 

Analyzing samples collected from the field researchers and data logging them for their uses for upcoming experiments. 

Yet She had chosen in an unsavory state of mind to Go to her two most favorite sneaky links shared Unit wing to get some nice relaxation and Tail curling thrills. 

   Which had caused them all to get a little too loud at such a late hour and All get caught By the strict Man that was Colonel Quaritch. 

    Maybe it was the noises, perchance the smells of desperation and Sex in the air.

Or the fact when he caught them Both Jay and Lopez were buried deep into her cunt and the three of them were a tangled mess of a position that Twister would only dream of getting adults into these days. 

Both Ja and Lopez had tensed so much, Dr.Nine had even felt the second their Sex high was dying as she didnt feel so bizarrely stretched out. 

Her Own body tensed because all it would have taken was the Colonel One report.

One word about what he caught, and her ass would be on thin ice with her employers.

Her contract did not permit her such free time to find herself fucking RDA experimental products of their projects. 

Yet the Colonel had leaned against the door frame of the room he had opened, He was going to chew out his men, But when his Emerald eyes took on the sights of what soul that would find themselves bunnying around the unit?

What fool in his position would drop such an opportunity?

“Well boys, don't stop now.” He had spoken as he walked inside the room, forcing the automatic door system to shut to his will. 

“Do you enjoy just being passed around like a piece of Ass?” His southern drawl teasing her as his fingers made way to her chin focusing her attention back to the situation that was inside of the room and not in the now past.

A moan leaving her flushed lips as she stared up at him, ears twitching, perking up and folding back, her tail so curled she swore a curly fry would be envious. 

Alive again at an age no older than Twenty Five and Still Quaritch somehow have the perks of an older man. 

Afterall his ears perked when he heard the faltering of a thrusting rhythm and the harsh hissing that came from Lopez, and the sliding of Ja from the carpet quick to get out of any splash zone of bis Comrades pitiful display of nutting soon.

 

“To a few jumpy dumbasses?” 

Quaritch ears tipped back in annoyance taking over Dr. Nine's body, Damn idiot didn't even make her finish again before he was pulling out to further destroy the carpet below. 

A small noise leaving her throat being ripped away from her pleasure.

“You Think you can do better?” She hissed in some challenge up at him. Which would have been i.pressive if it wasnt absolutely amusing seeing her all watery eyed, tear stained, fucked out drooping eyes and trembling all over in exhaustion of being on her hands and knees and denied a satisfying release. 

Quaritch chuckled and he moved, making her hands fall from his legs as he rose from the chair he had sat in to at the start enjoying the show before involving himself to be a part of the show. 

To our surprise he wasn't leaving, moving down to wrap his arms around her and heave her up to her shaky legs only for a moment before his arms were wrapped around her thighs and effortlessly hitching her up around his waist, making eye to eye. 

A grin wide on his face as he cocked his head, His dick sliding in between her swollen puffy pussy lips and the tip teasingly jerking and throbbing against her sensitive clit making her buck in a jump into him making him chuckle huskily as he stared at her. 

“Oh darlin. I don't have to think.” Quaritch started to reply one of his arms unwrapping from under ass to squeeze her left cheek before sliding to her hips and squeezing softly before moving up to caress her grabbing her arm to lift and move it to his shoulders, A hint she didn't think twice as bother her arms had found their new home wrapped around his thick muscular neck. 

His fingers drifted back down her side squeezing tenderly at her hip and his thumb rubbing circles into it. 

A look of pure confidence one with only experience could form on his face as his cocky smirk turned into a genuine confident grin as he lifted her higher with his one arm, lining his tip to her swollen and spasming entrance.

“I know I am.” 

Was all he needed to say as he lowered her down onto his dick, splitting her over sensitive, used and abused walls right apart around him. Forcing them to reslicken with her dripping juices each time he lifted her and lowered her, his tip digging deeper and deeper at the new angle until it was gliding and pounding not only against her g spot but at her cervix. 

Bullying it as he took what was his, He was much more vocal than his men. Grunting and growling, Allowing Dr.Nine to see every single Face reaction he had, only showing her how expressive he was and to watch a delicious display of the rare flehmen response that the Na'vi seem to do in regards to Sex. 

His lips curling back to expose his teeth, a symphony of growls vibrating from his throat and he panted through his mouth as he bounced her up and down his dick at a more faster rate than he previously was going making her thighs squeeze and tremble around his hips and walls tighten and clench as she felt her stomach tightening with a searing warmth that was building. 

Thoughts of him biting her had no place for rent in her worries, not when his lips found her own than the skin of her neck.

He was surprisingly more passionate than needy like his soldiers. His hand that was on her hip had found purchase to place a gentle thumb onto the seemingly abandoned bundle of nerves that was hidden away by her cunts lips. 

She moaned against his lips as he deepened their kiss, not at all minding the taste of his own dick on her tongue as he curled his around hers and started tongue fucking hers with his own. 

His thumb drew soft little circles around her twitching clit, in time perfectly for when he dropped her down onto his dick in its entirety. Moving his thumb so carefully from its flat fat padding to the tip of his thumbprint, making her moan and squeal as the tightening feeling grew and the need to clench around him was unbearable. 

Her breath caught and held as her lungs started to burn.

Her jerking thighs and clawed hands digging at his bare back and shoulder blades.

Yet he did not change any pace of him bouncing her up and down him, did not stop how he hit her g spot and cervix not even a second. 

His thumb added onto some more pressure enough to make dots and sparkles flash across her eyes as she squealed into their intense lip locked kiss. 

Her body jerking and twitching as a rush shot through her making her tail curl amd slap against her back as she spasmed into his arms which all Quaritch was tighten his grip and continue to bounce her through her intense climax, juices and ecstasy  pouring and running down his leg as he continued this onslaught against her. 

Making her clench again and sputter out more and more gushing squirts.

Pulling from their kiss to allow her to snap in a harsh breath of air before moving to connect their lips once more.

She could feel the smirk that formed against her lips when a vibrating sensation began to escape her own throat, as her nails dug into his shoulder blades using them as handles.

How embarrassing she had thought for a moment only to keen and purr as he made her squirt for the fourth time in a row making her clench and spasm around him as he began to hold her to him and thrust harshly into her, Pulling back his head disconnecting  his lips from hers as they curled exposing his sharp carnassials once again. His eyes scrunching as well as his nose as a hiss left him and a breathy

“That's a good girl.” Growled out deep from his throat making a husky rasp leave him and caused her stomach to tighten and cunt to squeeze around him desperate to milk him.

Quaritch slammed her down, burying his dick down to the hilt as it throbbed, he stuttered put another hiss and she could feel his tail slapping amd curling slightly around her leg, as he filled her dripping pussy instead of panicking to pull out Like the younger minded soldiers. 

His eyes cracking half way open to look at her, admiring her fucked out expression amd panting heaving body.

Her golden eyes met his emerald eyes and felt her tail twitch at how he looked at her.

Now there was no need for him to separate himself from her. 

She could see that. 

Why would he when He is mentally at the age to fill and breed without any hesitation or consequences. 

Simply there to make sure both have their fun, and fun was exactly what she had with him.

He stayed inside of her, as he ran his hands over her body working out any tension and knots he found under her skin, until he was soft and limp and naturally glided out of her. 

He didn't make no face when he felt her gush out and down his leg when finally being not so stuffed.

He simply shifted his arms around her to support her and headed to the door carrying her on out.

Didn't even turn back to look at the exhausted half asleep men on the floor.

“Clean this shit up.” Was All the ever cold Colonel ordered as he forced the Automatic door open, a hand covering Dr.Nines head as he ducked down and through protecting her for his chin should they clash. 

And Carried her to his own clean unit where his shower and perfectly two people sized and Bed smelled of fresh linen sheets.

[the-offside-rule]

Fermín Lopez (FCBarcelona) - loml

Requested: yes

Prompt: 46) "Are you going to undress me with your eyes or are you actually going to do something?"

Fermín x f1driver!reader

Warnings: it's just really long tbh oh and there's some fluffy smut, and then SMUT unprotected s€x, oral (f receiving), light cursing

The final whistle blew, signalling the end of the match and the season for Fermín Lopez. The crowd roared as the team celebrated their victory on the field, but Fermín's mind was already elsewhere. He high-fived his teammates, a wide grin on his face, but his heart was set on the upcoming reunion he had been longing for.

As he made his way through the tunnel towards the locker room, a wave of exhaustion hit him. The season had been grueling, filled with highs and lows, but now it was over. And that meant only one thing—he could finally see Y/n again.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Fermín stepped out to the press area, where the media eagerly awaited. He was greeted by a barrage of camera flashes and microphones, but he was used to this. He spotted a familiar face in the crowd, the team's usual reporter, and gave a nod in her direction.

"Fermín! Over here!" she called, and he made his way towards her. "Great game out there, Fermín, also an incredible goal. How does it feel to end the season on such a high note?" The microphone leaned towards him. "It feels amazing." He replied, his smile broadening. "The team worked really hard, and it’s great to finish strong." The reporter nodded. "So, what are your plans for the summer?" She asked, leaning in with interest. Fermín’s eyes sparkled as he answered. "I’m heading to Monaco to visit my girlfriend, Y/n. She has just raced there, and I can’t wait to see her. We’ve been apart for a month because of my games and her races, and it’s been tough. But I’m really excited to be there to support her."

The reporter's eyes widened with curiosity. "That sounds wonderful! How do you manage the long-distance relationship with both of your busy schedules?" Fermín sighed. "It’s not easy,but we both understand each other’s passions and commitments. We talk every day, and we support each other from afar. Now that the season’s over, I’m just looking forward to spending time with her and cheering her on."

"That’s great to hear. Best of luck to Y/n in her race, and enjoy your summer, Fermín." Fermín smiled."Thank you." He said, giving her a polite nod before moving on to the driver car park. As he walked away, Fermín couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. In just a few days, he’d be in Monaco, the picturesque city by the sea, watching Y/n race. He could already picture her, focused and determined, the way she always was when behind the wheel. For now, though, he had to wrap up his duties here. He answered a few more questions, signed some autographs, and finally, with a sense of fulfillment and anticipation, made his way out of the stadium. The warm evening air greeted him as he stepped outside, and he took a deep breath, savoring the moment. In a few short days, he’d be with Y/n. And that thought alone made everything worth it.

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The flight to Monaco felt like it took forever, even though it was only a few hours. Fermín spent most of it restless, unable to sleep despite his exhaustion. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Y/n and how it would feel to hold her again. As the plane descended, his excitement grew, making him almost giddy with anticipation.

Finally, the plane touched down, and Fermín quickly grabbed his bag and made his way through the airport. His heart pounded with each step closer to the arrivals hall. As the automatic doors slid open, he scanned the crowd, his eyes darting back and forth. And then he saw her. Y/n stood there, looking as beautiful as ever, her eyes searching for him in the sea of faces. The moment their eyes met, her face lit up with a radiant smile, and she broke into a run.

Fermín dropped his bag and opened his arms wide just as Y/n leaped into them, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He held her tightly, spinning around slightly as the world seemed to disappear around them. "I missed you so much," Y/n whispered into his ear, her voice filled with emotion. "I missed you too." Fermín replied, his voice thick with the same feeling. He pulled back slightly to look at her, their faces inches apart. "I can't believe I'm finally here with you." She smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Me neither. It feels like forever."

They shared a soft, tender kiss, the kind that spoke volumes about their time apart and their joy in being together again. After a moment, Fermín gently set her down but kept an arm around her waist, unwilling to let her go completely. "How was the flight?" She asked, her hand resting on his chest. "Boring." He said with a chuckle. "But worth every minute now that I'm here with you." Y/n kissed his cheek. "Come on, let's get out of here," Y/n said, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the exit. "I've got so much to show you and so little time before the race."

"So, where to first?" He asked, a playful grin on his face. "Well-" Y/n said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "There's this gorgeous hotel room with a seaside view if you'd like a tour." Fermín bit his lower lip, in an attempt to hide his grin. "Lead the way." He whispered, kissing her hand before she practically hauled him and his luggage out towards the exit of the airport.

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The couple walked through the bustling streets of Monaco. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the beautiful city, as the tourists and racing enthusiasts filled the streets, their conversations blending into a lively hum.

As they turned a corner near the harbor, a group of fans spotted Y/n and hurried over, their faces lighting up with excitement. "Y/n! Y/n! Can we get a photo with you?" One of them called out. Y/n laughed and nodded. "Of course!" Fermín watched as the fans gathered around Y/n, their admiration for her evident. One of the fans handed Fermín a phone, asking, "Could you take the photo for us?" Y/n looked over to Fermín, expecting a lighthearted joke about him not being asked for a photo but his reaction was the complete opposite. Fermín's heart swelled with pride. "Absolutely." He said, taking the phone. He backed up a few steps to get a good angle, making sure to capture the picturesque background of Monaco along with the smiling faces of Y/n and her fans.

"Alright, everyone say cheese!" Fermín called out, snapping a few photos. The group giggled and struck different poses, and Fermín happily obliged, capturing each moment. After taking several photos, Fermín handed the phone back to the fan. "Here you go. I hope they turned out okay." The fans checked the photos and thanked him enthusiastically. "They're perfect! Thank you so much!" Y/n turned to Fermín with a grateful smile as the fans walked away, chatting excitedly among themselves. "Thank you babe. You're the best."

Fermín shrugged modestly, but his eyes shone with happiness. "I'm just living my life as a Formula One wag. This is the way." He chuckled. "Easily the best wag." She smiled, taking his hand in hers again as they continued on their walk.

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Fermín stepped out of the sleek black sports car, the warm Mediterranean breeze tousling his hair. The stars sparkled against the inky sky, casting a gentle glow over gorgeous city . He rounded the car to the passenger side, a smile playing on his lips as he reached for the door handle. Inside, Y/n watched him through the window. Fermín was always the gentleman, a trait that never failed to make her feel cherished. As he opened the door, he held his hand for her to take and of course, she did. As she gracefully stepped out, her elegant dress shimmering under the streetlights. As the young driver steadied herself, her fingers interwined with her boyfriend's. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her, admiration evident in his gaze. "You look stunning." He murmured, his voice soft and sincere.

"Thank you." She replied, her cheeks warming. "You don't look so bad yourself." As they stood there, sharing a quiet moment, a few onlookers gathered at a respectful distance. The romantic gesture did not go unnoticed, and soon, cameras were clicking, capturing the sweet scene. Fans who recognized both Fermín and Y/n couldn't help but smile at the adorable couple. They smiled and waved, interacting with the fans who stayed respectful towards them, something that the couple found they would only have in Monaco. "Ready for dinner?" Fermín asked, leaning in. "Absolutely." Y/n replied, her excitement matching his.

Hand in hand, they made their way towards the entrance of the restaurant. The ambient lighting and chic decor promised a cozy, intimate evening. They were greeted by the maître d', who led them to a secluded table by the window, offering a breathtaking view of the shimmering harbor. As they settled into their seats, Fermín reached across the table, his hand finding hers once more. "I've been looking forward to this all week." He said, his thumb gently caressing her knuckles.

"Me too." Y/n agreed, her smile brightening the room. "It's nice to have some time just for us." Their conversation flowed effortlessly, laughter punctuating their words as they enjoyed a delicious meal. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their perfect little bubble. After ordering, they took a moment to appreciate the view. The lights from the yachts reflected off the dark water, creating a magical atmosphere. "I was thinking today-" Fermín began, breaking the comfortable silence. "About how far we've come." Y/n tilted her head, curiosity shining in her eyes. "Oh? What brought that on?" Fermín shrugged, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I guess it's just being here with you. Monaco has always been a dream destination for me, and now I'm sharing it with the person I love. It feels like I'm in a movie or something."

Y/n squeezed his hand. "I wouldn't be mad if you proposed right now." Y/n joked as Fermín smiled lovingly, almost considering proposing, yet he nodded, his gaze locking with hers. "Do you remember our first trip together? We got lost in that tiny village, and you insisted we try to find our way without a map." She laughed, the sound like music to his ears. "In my defense, I had been in that town many times before. I didnt think I needed a map." Fermín bit his lip to hide his smile. "And how did that go for us?" Y/n shrugged as she sipped her wine. "Well, we made it out of that town, didn't we?"

Their meals arrived, and they took a moment to savour the delicious flavors. Between bites, they continued to reminisce, sharing stories and laughter. "Amor?" Fermín said, setting down his fork. Y/n across to him. "The whole point of this thinking is that the one thing I've found is that it doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing, as long as I'm with you." Y/n's eyes softened. "Babe, you're going to make me cry and this mascara was very expensive."

Fermín leaned closer, his expression turning serious. "I want to promise you something, Y/n." She felt a lump grow in her throat as she looked between his eyes and down to his lips. "No matter where life takes us, I'll always be by your side. Through every high and low, every twist and turn." He squeezed her hand yet again, reinstating his promise to her. "And I promise the same, Fermín. All that and more." Fermín brought Y/n's hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss onto it. "Now, let's eat." He smiled, lifting his fork once more and beginning to eat as the couple indulged in new topics of conversation.

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Inside their apartment, the ambiance was peaceful and inviting. Soft lighting created a warm glow, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing background. Y/n slipped off her heels by the door, sighing in relief as she wiggled her toes. "Want some tea before bed?” Fermín asked, heading towards the kitchen. “That sounds lovely.” Y/n replied, getting up off of the sofa to follow him. She watched as he expertly prepared their favourite herbal tea, the familiar routine bringing a sense of calm and comfort.

"Now, amor. It's hot so be carefu-" Y/n gasped as the hot tea touched her tongue. Fermín began laughing, setting the two cups aside. "I just told you to be careful." He said, his hands now holding both sides of her face. Y/n's hands found his. "You should've been quicker." She retaliated playfully. "Or maybe you should slow down." They stood there for a moment, the quiet music Fermín had put on earlier in the background as they found themselves swaying along. "Today was wonderful." Y/n said softly. "Thank you for making it so special." Fermín moved a strand of hair from her face. "And thank you for being so unbelievably perfect for me."

Finishing their tea, they made their way to the bedroom. Fermín started to unbutton his shirt, while Y/n slipped into the bathroom to change. When she returned, wearing a comfortable pair of pyjamas, Fermín had already laid out her side of the bed and was brushing his teeth. She joined him at the sink, playfully nudging him with her elbow. “Scoot over, I need some space too.” He chuckled, making room for her. They brushed their teeth side by side, occasionally bumping shoulders and sharing amused glances in the mirror. When they finished, Fermín wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

“Ready for bed?” He asked, his voice low and tender, his lips pressing gentle kisses onto her neck, trying to tempt her back to bed with him. “Mmh, almost.” Y/n hummed, her head falling back slightly as she watched him through the mirror. “I just need to wash my face.” Fermín nodded, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Take your time." He grinned before cheekily slapping her ass. "Fermín Lopez Marín!" She squealed as he headed to the bedroom to wait for her.

Shortly after, Y/n entered the bedroom, she saw him staring at her, hungrily. He was propped up on his elbows as his gaze swiftly moved from her face down to the shirt she was wearing; his shirt. She leaned against the door, an amused smile tugging ag her lips. "Are you going to just undress me with your eyes, or are you actually going to do something?" She asked innocently. "Come here then." He replied. Y/n walked slowly towards him, their eyes not daring to dart away from one another. She stopped at the end of the bed before crawling up towards Fermín. His breath caught in his throat as she climbed on top of him, her hands exploring his bare chest as he looked up to her in complete awe that someone could be this beautiful. His lips needed to taste hers. And so, he bridged the gap between them. Y/n's fingers tangled in his her as Fermín's hands roamed Y/n's body. Their kisses became deeper and deeper. Y/n found herself moving her hips, desperately trying to find some form of friction.

She felt him smile into their kiss. "Please, let me." He whispered into her lips. Y/n hummed. Fermín reached down to undo the string of her shorts as Y/n promptly helped him to take them off. As Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, Fermín had managed to flip them both over so he was now on top. His lips trailed away from hers, peppering a gentle trail of kisses down her body. A smile tugged at her lips as he kissed both of her thighs, looking up at her just as he always did. "Ready?" He asked. Y/n nodded. He always asked, it was his way. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He was completely and utterly obsessed.

His tongue licked up her slit sending a shiver down her spine. She arched her back with the sudden pleasure she was receiving and the gorgeous sounds leaving her mouth was all Fermín needed to know she was doing alright. His tongue slid in and out of her, his nose rubbing off her clit every so often. Her head fell back as she felt her core tightening. "Fermín." Y/n whimpered. "You're doing good so far, amor." Y/n sighed, smiling and caressing the strands on hair on his head. Her mouth fell open as she felt herself coming closer and closer to her high. "Ferm- Fermín." She moaned. He kept at his pace, lifting his eyes up to look at her as she came undone. She grabbed the bed sheets, her knuckles turning white as she crumbled, moans tumbling from her as Fermín kissed back up her body until he reached her lips once again. "Are you okay?" He asked gently. Y/n ran her fingers through her hair, nodding. "I'm okay, but I need more of you."

Fermín reached down to his boxer shorts, quickly taking them off and aligning himself with Y/n. His lips licked with her's as he pushed in, muffling her moans. "Good girl." He muttered into her lips. He waited until she adjusted to him, her arm hooking around his shoulders. She nodded, Fermín began to roll his hips against hers as their forehead leaned onto one another. Her hand reached up behind his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Her eyes rolled shut as Fermín started slowly. He remembers their first time together, Y/n got hurt and since then, he's always started slowly until she says she wanted more. He watched her face carefully as he focused on giving her as much pleasure as she gave him. "Fermín, you can go faster." She whispered. Fermín's head fell to the crook of her neck, his hips jolting forward that bit faster and deeper, hitting a different spot than before. She planted kisses on his cheek, a form of reassurance that she was okay. Fermín however felt himself coming close. He didn't want to finish before she did but Y/n could feel him inside of her. She could tell how his hip movements grew irregular and needy and how his pants turned to groans. "Are you close, love?" Y/n purred in his ear. He groaned upon hearing her voice, not being able to give any answer other than a hum. "Come on, love. You're doing so well." That was more or less all he needed for him to climax.

"Mierda. I-"

"That's okay." She smiled, her fingers caressing the side of his face. He looked down at her confused. "Inside you? With no protection?" Y/n shrugged. "You're my boyfriend. I don't mind." Fermín smiled, pecking the tip of her nose. "How about we get you to finish then, yes?"

"I already did."

"No, no. I mean together. I want to feel you." Y/n looked between his eyes, chuckling. "You don't think you being in me already is you feeling me?" Fermín and Y/n burst into a small fit of giggles. "Okay, okay. We can go another round." Fermín's smile faded as he took one of her legs and placed them over his shoulder. Y/n's brows raised. He had never done this position before, but she trusted him completely. His hips rolled forward once again, hitting a spot in her that had never been hit before. "Oh my god." The two of them let out a synchronised sigh. Y/n's hands flung to Fermín biceps, gripping and leaving behind white scratch marks on his tanned skin. He once again sped up, drilling into her like he never usually did, but in her current state, Y/n couldn't complain; she enjoyed it too much. "Fermín, I'm close!" She nearly screamed. Fermín gripped her hips, pulling her down to meet him. She felt her core tightening as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm. "Fermín, oh my god!" She screamed. "Hold on for me, princesa." He murmured. "I'm close too." Y/n winced. "I don't know if I can."

"I know you can. You're already doing so well for me." It took everything in her to not cum, waiting and waiting for Fermín to tell her he was about to finish. She grew more and more sensitive, eager to reach her orgasm and then finally, Fermín could feel himself twitching. "Coño. Tan bonita cuándo dentro de ti." While she only understood a little Spanish, it always pit her over the edge and this time was no different. She finally let go and let herself come crumbling beneath him as he held her in his arms doing the exact same thing. Their sweaty foreheads rested against eachother as they rode out their orgasms, panting and catching their breath.

He pulled out gently and headed for the bathroom to grab a towel. "Im sorry if it was too much." He whispered as he helped to clean her up. "Sorry? I enjoyed it." She smiled back. He pecled her lips lovingly before chucking the towel into a small wash basket. He walked back to the bed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto his chest.

"So, you enjoyed it?" Fermín chuckled. Y/n looked up. "Yup. Best sex of my life." She replied. "Ah so I'm doing better." Y/n giggled. "You could say that." He grinned, looking down towards her, pure adoration in his eyes like always. "I was writing my wedding vows in my head that whole time." Y/n burst out laughing at the joke. "You're such an idiot!"

"Yeah, but you love me." Y/n shrugged. "That's true. And I assume you love me?" Fermín nodded. "Of course I do."

[goat-bones]

Oops I did it agaaaaain

3 nearly 200 year old men in a car.

One is about to get it—

[apparentlytheproblem]

credit: @dear-november19 <3

M A R C U S L O P E Z M A S T E R L I S T

OR

M A T H E O R I D D L E M A S T E R L I S T

currently playing- forever favourite

annoying face

The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty? [by annon]

warnings-

modern au, he's famous, smut, undergarments [help], previously annoyed reader, sitting on his face-, what are you even doing here? go study or touch grass or smthn

dating matheo riddle

just basic head cannons, there aren't any warnings, pretty sfw :)

[blood-red-hummingbee]

Fairytale JackRose AU

Beauty and the Beast, of course...

... though, a bit different! In the original, it was a terrifying prince-turned-beast and a damsel in distress. In this AU though, it's a family of shifters just trying to survive, and a huntress trying to prove herself to her village!

(I realize it might be a bit confusing, but in the drawing, Rose is on the ground, and Jack is twice the size he is in canon)

Ain't it funny that I'd rather draw a giant ass wolf than design an outfit for Jack?

For @cheerleaderman's Fairytale AU series!

Tags: @screamintoad, @skriblee-ksk, @gimmeurmoneyagh, @babyghoul138

My memory sucks, I should prolly write these down, but if I missed you, or you want to be tagged for JackRose lmk <3

[valiwrites]

can you write a cute movie night with fermin lopez? i love your work <3

hi! thank you so much for supporting <3

MOVIE NIGHT

pairing: fermin lopez x reader

type: fluff

warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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It was finally Friday night, and Fermin had been hinting all week that he wanted to have a “proper” movie night with you. So when you arrived at his place, you weren’t surprised to find him in full movie night mode.

He’d gone all out, transforming the living room with layers of soft blankets and pillows that made the couch look like something out of a cozy commercial. There was a stack of snacks on the coffee table and a few candles flickering, casting a soft glow across the room.

“Alright, welcome to the ultimate movie night experience,” he said with a grin, handing you a huge mug of hot chocolate topped with a mountain of marshmallows. “Extra marshmallows, just like you like it.”

You laughed, adjusting the blanket as you nestled into the couch. “You know, for someone who barely manages a ‘good morning’ text before 10 a.m., I’m impressed by the effort.”

Fermin rolled his eyes, smirking as he sat next to you, pulling the blanket up to cover you both. “I’m a man of mystery,” he said, clicking play. “Stick around, and you’ll learn all my secrets.”

As the movie started, you both tried to focus, but it didn’t take long for you to notice that Fermin wasn’t paying much attention. He kept glancing at you whenever you laughed or reacted, a soft smile playing on his face that he probably didn’t even notice himself.

“Are you even watching?” you teased, catching him staring at you instead of the screen.

“Maybe,” he admitted, trying and failing to look innocent. “But I think watching you is more entertaining.”

You nudged him, trying not to let him see the way your cheeks flushed. “Oh really? What’s so entertaining about me?”

“Well,” he said, leaning closer, his arm draping over the back of the couch as he looked at you intently. “You don’t even realize how cute you are when you get really into something. I’m just… appreciating the moment.”

There was a pause, and you felt the air shift, something deeper settling over the cozy mood. Fermin’s hand found yours under the blanket, fingers lacing together naturally, and he gave your hand a small squeeze, as if to say everything he was too shy to put into words. It felt like one of those moments that come out of nowhere and stay with you long after, the kind of quiet intimacy that needs no explaining.

The rest of the movie passed in a blur of whispered comments, laughter, and moments where he’d make an over-the-top reaction to something on screen just to make you laugh. He was so goofy, even trying to quote lines from memory and getting them terribly wrong just to see if he could get you to break into a fit of giggles.

By the time the credits rolled, he’d fully given up on the movie and was just watching you, his gaze soft and warm.

“I don’t think there’s anywhere I’d rather be than right here with you.”

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling a wave of calm wash over you. “Good, because I don’t think I’d let you leave anyway.”

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Deal.” And with the room dim and quiet, you both stayed there, letting the warmth and ease of being together make everything feel perfectly right.

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[enhashoutout]

Always You Series Teaser

Now that it was passing period, the halls of Hogwarts were bustling with students trying to get to their next destination. Chloe stood with the Golden Trio in the hall, discussing the Divination class they had all just stepped out of. The trio were discussing how bogus the class was while Chloe being the mediator tried to validate her friends' feelings but also defend the class and Professor Trelawney.

"I'm not saying you have to like the class or can't have your own opinions on the subject. I'm just saying that calling Professor Trelawney names and-" before Chloe could finish her sentence, she heard a tiny clinking on the floor. She turned around to see a ring on the floor, picking it up and seeing the initials "M.R." on the band. Chloe looked around, spotting the trio of new Slytherin Boys walking away. "Riddle! Wait!" she shouted to get his attention, catching everyone else's in the process.

Mattheo, Theodore, and Lorenzo turned around at the sound of someone calling out for Mattheo. Chloe held up the ring to him, "You dropped this."

Mattheo smirked at the girl, taking the ring from her hands. "Thanks Hufflepuff. Run along back to your friends, people are staring," he said as the trio turned back around and began walking away.

Before Chloe could walk back to her friends, they were already behind her, Hermione grabbing onto Chloe's arm. "Chloe!" hissed Hermione.

"What?!" she answered back confused by Hermione's tone.

"If you forgot, that's you know who's son," Ron whisper yelled at her.

"Just stay away from him Chloe," said Harry.

"He's bad news," chimed Hermione.

"That's rude to judge someone based off their reputation without getting to know them guys. Besides, I wasn't even doing anything! I was just returning his ring! He dropped it on the floor behind me," she exclaimed.

Hermione shook her head. "It's always you Chloe, always trying to see the best in people."

Without another word, Hermione pulled the other 3 along to their next class; the 4 being unaware that a certain curly haired Slytherin boy heard them.

Oop... She's writing something that isn't High&Low for once! But still no K-pop stories even though she named herself enhashoutout lol.

This is a small teaser of an upcoming series I am working on. I got sucked into the Slytherin Boys blackhole about a year ago but never really thought anything about it too much because I'm actually more of a Harry and Cedric stan rather than Draco; but Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Lott, and Lorenzo Berkshire have my whole heart. How am I so invested in fan-made characters within a fictional franchise? NO IDEA! But here we are.

My hyper fixations kind of all sit on a spinning wheel and they take turns coming back to consume my brain. It's Fall time now so my Harry Potter hyper fixation came back as it does every Fall and Winter season but this year it's Slytherin Boys edition. So here I am with a series about Mattheo Riddle. He may or may not be my favorite now because I finally started Deadly Class and I love Marcus played by Benjamin Wadsworth who is Mattheo's fan casted face claim so... (Does anyone want a Deadly Class series also? I would be happy to write it lol)

© This work is copyrighted by enhashoutout. I only post my work on this Tumblr account. I do not allow people to repost or translate my work without my permission. If you do see anyone doing so, please let me know. Writers work hard on their stories, please don't be a crappy human and take our work. ♡

[pearlsinmyhair]

*sigh* recombinant/breath of venus incorrect quote time.

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quaritch: …get out of the tank.

venus: you’re not my dad.

quaritch: get out of the fucking tank.

venus and lyle, who also somehow is in the tank: you’re not my dad.

quaritch: get. out. of. the. tank. i am your dad.

lyle: we’re in a tank and you’re not!

quaritch: i swear-

venus: we’re literally in a tank and you’re not.

quaritch: i’m only gonna say it one more time. get out of the fucking tank.

venus and lyle: …

quaritch: …

venus: …no.

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quaritch: and that concludes the review of todays training. i’ll see you all bright and early on the shooting range.

lyle: can i say something?

quaritch: absolutely not.

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quaritch: … lyle, i think i might be gay.

lyle: … miles we’ve been married for five goddamn years.

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na’vi child: so why do you cover your eyes all the time?

mansk, deadpan: because i lost them in the war.

venus: no.

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jake: so… rda soldier, fell in love with the tsakarem, she has a weird situationship with another na’vi guy but she doesn’t want it, really good at ikran flying and archery?

mansk: yep.

jake: welcome to the club, kid.

bov taglist, because i’m sorry for depriving you of content 😭:

@xstarsdiary @xstarsmvxz @lisedanie @avatar4eva @henhouse-horrors @xylianasblog @knmendiola @isnt-itstrange

[wednesday-fanatic]

Your Late. (Marcus Lopez Arguello X Fem!Kuroki!OC) Deadly Class.

Note: I have never written from the man's point of view. And the song is just random, it has no significance to the story. Also the OC cannot get drunk, no matter how much she drinks. Saya is definitely out of character

Warnings: Swearing, making out, mentions of alcohol, hair pulling, and mentions of smoking. Suggestive content. Let me know if I missed anything.

Marcus' P.O.V:

I was walking back to the room I shared with Saya's sister Athena. I had just finished talking and smoking with Billy when I realized I was late for meeting up with Athena. By the time I reached our room it was already 10pm and I was supposed to meet her an hour ago. I unlocked the door and walked in, shutting the door behind me. I locked the door back and placed my bag on my desk chair.

"Hey babe." I said walking over to Athena's bed, seeing her sitting up against the headboard reading a book on poison, I also noticed she was still in her uniform.

"Your late." She said simply, not looking up from her book.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I was smoking with Billy at the graveyard and lost track of time." I said, it was then I noticed the two empty bottles of whiskey beside Athena.

"Ok. I forgive you but, you have to make up for being late." She said, putting her book down.

"What?" I asked confused.

"You have to make up for being late." She said, getting up off the bed so she was standing infront of me.

"What do I have to do to make it up to you?" I asked.

"You have to-" She started, but was cutoff by a knock at the door.

"Go the fuck away!!" Athena yelled, startling me.

"No!!" Shouted Saya's voice from outside the door.

"Fine. Come in." Said Athena.

Saya walked in and went straight to Athena's bed.

"What are these?" She asked, holding up the two bottles of whiskey Athena had drank.

"Empty whiskey bottles?" Asked Athena.

"I know that, but did you drink two whole bottles of whiskey by yourself?" Asked Saya.

"Yeah. Remember I can't get drunk." Said Athena, sitting down next to Saya.

"Yeah, I remember." Said Saya.

"Why did you come in here?" Asked Athena.

"Just to irritate you." Saya said simply.

"Well I'm irritated. Leave." Said Athena, grabbing Saya's arm and pushing her out the door.

Athena shut the door behind Saya and locked it. As she turned around to look me in the eyes she said, "Now what was I saying?"

"Ah yes, I was about to tell you what you had to do to make up for being late." Athena said, clapping her hands together.

"What do I have to do?" I asked her.

"Sit." She ordered, pointing to the bed.

"Ok." I said and sat on the edge.

"So, to make it up to me, you have to do everything I say for the next 3 hours." She said, sitting herself on my lap.

"Ok." I said.

"Ok." She said, repeating what I said.

"What do I ha-" I started to say but was cutoff by Athena kissing me.

I kissed back and I wrapped my arms around her waist, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, lacing her fingers in my hair. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, I let her explore my mouth with her tongue before I pulled away for air, a string of saliva connecting our mouths.

As soon as I pulled away Athena followed my mouth and put her lips back on mine. We kissed for what felt like forever but was probably 3 minutes. She pulled away and we where both breathing heavily. Athena leaned forward and slide off my uniform jacket,after that was off She undone my tie throwing it somewhere, and the last thing she done was unbutton and pull of my shirt. As soon as she was done I started on her uniform, doing the same to her that she did to me.

After both of our tops where off she leaned forward wearing only a black lace bra and started sucking on my neck. She soon found my sweet spot and sucked on it harshly, causing me to let out a moan. She pushed me back on the bed and started kissing me again.

A/n: Let me know if you want a part two with smut. Or more fluff-ish stuff, or even angst. Or just suggestive. Hope you enjoyed.

[drabbles-mc]

Far From Over (5)

Gilly Lopez x OC Josephine Costa

Chapter Index

Warnings: 18+, language, smoking

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: nothing like the release of a breakup album to make me bring back my own personal favorite pair of exes 😂 it's been 500000 years since i last updated but enjoy this little chapter nonetheless! also enjoy a little guest feature from a little side character because i was thinking about her 😌 xo

Taglist now located at the bottom of the fic because tumblr has Formatting Fuckery going on but you can always comment/message if you want to be added to any of my taglists!

She looked up when she heard the door chime upon being opened. The breath she was taking in preparation for her standard greeting to people, asking them who they were here to see and if they had an appointment, died on her tongue when she saw who it was that had walked in. Bishop and Taza never had appointments on the books to see Antonia, but Josie had figured out quickly that they weren’t the people who got turned away because of something like that. It was uncomfortable at first but it didn’t make her stomach tighten anymore like it used to.

Her hand was already reaching for the phone by the time they were standing on the other side of her desk. She was able to get out a quick, “Hey guys,” before Antonia answered on the other end of the line and she switched tracks. “Hey, yeah, Bishop is here for you. Okay. Thanks.” Setting the phone back on the receiver she looked at them from the other side of the desk, having to look up just slightly from her seated position. “She’ll be out in a second.”

Bishop nodded but it was Taza that spoke up with a smile. “Appreciate it.”

It wasn’t any of her business, but she still ventured to ask, “Everything okay?”

The beat of hesitation that followed from all of them was just long enough for her to catch the differences in their facial expressions. Bishop’s face contorted into a pensive frown, like he was trying to figure out what her angle was in asking. The grin still on Taza’s face said that he knew that Josie was just being nosey because she could, because she had them more or less hostage until the mayor walked out to collect them. The look of slight surprise on Gilly’s face, however, had her wondering if he would be willing to give her any crumbs.

Bishop cleared his throat and shook his head. “All good—nothing you need to worry about.”

Josie smiled because she knew that she shouldn’t laugh. “Very comforting, thank you.”

Their conversation was interrupted by Peña’s shoes clacking against the floor. All four of them turned to look at her. The smile on her face was just enough to come across as professional, but Bishop knew her too well to be convinced that there was anything genuine about it. Josie had been working for the town just long enough to start figuring out the changes in the mayor’s posture and energy. Granted, in the current situation it didn’t take a pro to figure out that Antonia probably didn’t want to be dealing with whatever problems the MC was bringing to her doorstep this time.

Antonia took a breath, setting her shoulders back before she addressed them. “Something I can help you with?” she asked, voice tight but still professional.

The smirk on Bishop’s face was one that Josie wished she could slap off on her boss’s behalf as he said, “Yeah, you got a minute?”

Antonia lifted her eyebrows just slightly. “Nice of you to say that like a question, Obispo.” She motioned for them to follow her. “Come on.”

Silent but knowing looks were exchanged among the three men. Taza and Bishop started to follow Peña back towards her office but Gilly remained by the front desk with Josie. Once the three of them rounded the corner out of view, Gilly stepped up and leaned against the reception desk. His forearms were braced flat on top of it, one hand resting over the other.

Josie leaned back in her seat, a smile coming across her face as she looked up at him. “What super secret motorcycle business do they have to talk to Peña about today?”

Gilly chuckled and shook his head. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”

Josie rolled her eyes with a grin as she toyed with the pen in her hand. “Actually I think if you told me then they would have to kill you.”

He laughed. “Yeah. That too.”

“Can I ask you something?” She paused and when she saw the amused look on Gilly’s face, she continued right on the way he knew she would no matter what he said in response to that. “Do they ask you to come with them to make you wait in the lobby while the grownups go and talk? Or do you ask to come along because you know I’ll be here waiting with you?”

He was shaking his head like she was asking something ridiculous, but the smile on his face was subverting it. “I don’t just—”

“Because I mean, I’m just saying, it’s not like you can weigh in on anything going on in there from out here. Unless you’ve got really good hearing.”

“I’m here just in case,” he said with a shrug.

Titling her head to the side, she mocked his shrug back at him. “Just in case what? Just in case Peña decides she’s into concealed carry now?”

That got Gilly to laugh in a way that he couldn’t hide. “You never know.”

Josie was laughing too as she said, “Yeah, that’s true. If Bishop was my ex-husband, I guess I’d be looking into that.”

He tried to stifle his laugh at that but wasn’t successful. “Damn, brutal.”

Her laughter faded into a hum. “I don’t hear you disagreeing, though.”

Gilly could’ve easily gone down the rabbit hole of that conversation, but he remembered where he was currently standing and stopped himself. Instead, he pedaled them both back to the original question that Josie had asked. “They don’t bother asking me anymore.”

Her brows met in confusion. “What?”

He nodded in the direction that Bishop and Taza had gone with Peña a few minutes before. “You asked if they ask me to come with them.” He shook his head. “They don’t bother asking anymore.”

Josie could feel her lips wanting to pull into a smile but she tried to fight it. “Why’s that?”

Gilly scoffed, gaze dropping to the woodgrain of the desk beneath his arms as he tried to keep his own facial expression under control. “’Cause they know I’ll fuckin’ come here—they don’t gotta ask.” He tried to say it casually but he knew that he didn’t quite come off that way.

She twirled the pen between her fingers as she nodded, feeling the traces of warmth creeping across her face. “They’re not worried that you’re out here fraternizing with the enemy when you tag along?”

The ease in her tone got him to meet her eyes again. “Didn’t realize you were the enemy,” he said with a laugh.

Leaning forward, she propped her elbows on the desk and clasped her hands, still holding her pen. “I just figured that was the general sentiment towards us here, that’s all,” she said sarcastically.

He laughed as he shook his head. “Trust me, you’re not the enemy we gotta worry about.”

“Oh, okay, so,” she unclasped her hands and pointed at him with her pen, a smirk growing across her face, “the fraternization is okay then. That’s what you’re saying.”

He gave a half-hearted roll of his eyes that didn’t stand a chance at being convincing with the grin that was on his face. It was hard to be convincing about anything when he realized how close they were now, each of them leaning farther than necessary from their respective sides of her desk. It’d take almost nothing for him to reach out and take her hands in his.

He fought the urge to do that as he said, “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Well, that works out nicely then, doesn’t it?”

Gilly opened his mouth to come back with something but before he could, the sound of Bishop clearing his throat as he approached with Taza and Antonia cut their conversation short. And even though neither Gilly nor Josie were technically doing anything wrong, they both recoiled from each other. Gilly stood up straight, and Josie situated herself back in her chair, not leaning so comfortably on the desk like she had been.

Bishop only looked at Josie for a brief moment before his focus landed on Gilly. “Good to go?”

He cleared his throat awkwardly as he nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m good.”

There was a round of brief goodbyes, ones that never felt like they were being handled quite right. There were no clear compartments to put anyone in among them, which made exits a little odd to navigate. But it was over quickly and then the three of them were heading back out the same door they’d come in through. None of them turned to look back but both Josie and Peña watched them leave until they were out of sight.

When they were gone, Antonia turned and looked at Josie. Her expression was almost completely neutral, hard to piece apart. It made the unease in Josie’s stomach intensify more and more with each second that crept by.

She set her pen down on the desk before running her hand back through her hair. “I wasn’t—”

Peña held up her hand to stop her. She didn’t need an explanation. The reality was that maybe it would be better if Josie didn’t give her one. “I didn’t ask.”

“Yeah, but I know it looks like—”

“You can do what you want, Josephine. I’m your boss, not your mother. But I have to tell you—be smart. Be careful.”

Josie laughed nervously. “Thanks, but there’s, there’s really nothing going on.”

Antonia didn’t argue it one way or the other, simply nodding along. “Okay. Just keep that in mind, alright?”

When Josie gave her a nod in response, Antonia let it close out their conversation as she turned and started to head back to her office. Josie let out a quiet sigh of relief at that, dropping her face into her hands once she was out of sight. The only thing that got her to look up again was the sound of motorcycles flying past their building on the street.

The ringing of her desk phone pulled Josie back to the present against her will. She hadn’t even realized that her eyes were glued to the cellphone screen in front of her. The text from Peña was innocuous enough, just three sentences long, but three sentences was all it took to throw her right down memory lane whether she wanted to take that trip or not.

By the time she went to reach for the phone she’d already missed the call. She leaned back in her chair, cellphone still clutched tightly in her hand as she read the text again. “Heard through the grapevine that things have been rough there. Hope you’re well. If you ever want to talk you can call”

Josie didn’t even know what she was supposed to say to that. She didn’t know what she wanted to say to that. Peña had been gone from Santo Padre for months, and as much as Josie had hated to see her go, she completely understood it. She never pried more than she should when it came to whatever was happening with her and Bishop. She caught the overflow of it sometimes, especially after she had started dating Gilly, but Peña had always been the type to play things a little closer to the vest at work. It was the only way to stay somewhat safe and sane in the job. And even then, it clearly hadn’t been enough because she was gone now.

She typed out the starts to a few different sentences and ended up deleting them all because none of them felt right. Heaving out a deep sigh, she pushed her chair back away from her desk and stood up. She wound her way through the building until she walked out onto the steps. She quickly put one foot in front of the other until she was on the sidewalk right by the road. Pulling out her pack of cigarettes and her lighter, she sparked one up before hitting the call button at the top of the screen.

After a couple rings, there was a confused, “Hello?” greeting her from the other end of the line.

Josie chuckled, smoke creeping out past her lips as she did. “You should cut down whatever grapevines you’re still hearing things through. For your own sanity.”

It got Antonia to laugh, her tone easing. “I really don’t hear much anymore. I just,” there was a shred of a pause, “I had to call the bank about some stuff to finally close on the house out there.”

“Ohh, got it.”

“Yeah. You know how it is there. You’ll know everything even if you don’t want to.”

Josie hummed as she shook her head because she knew now more than ever just how right Antonia was. “I know how it is.” She pulled a drag off her cigarette. “You sold the house though?”

The sigh that Antonia let out sounded like one of relief. “Yes. Took long enough, but yes.”

“That’s good.”

“It is.” She paused. “How’ve you been, Josie?”

“Any chance you need an assistant at your new job?” she joked. She gave them both a beat to laugh before continuing. “I’m alright. It’s different without you here.”

There was a pause and Josie had to imagine that Antonia wanted to ask about what had been going on, with the town, with the club. How could she not wonder? But she didn’t ask. If Josie wasn’t going to offer it up, it was no longer her right to pry.

“That your nice way of saying better?” Antonia joked.

Josie laughed, shaking her head even though the woman on the other end of the line couldn’t see it. “No, no. If that was the case I would’ve just said better.”

“Nothing if not honest.” A beat passed. “Something going on?”

Josie let out a dry laugh. “It’s Santo Padre—there’s always something going on.”

Antonia didn’t let it derail the conversation. “Something going on with you, I mean.”

Josie took a deep breath. “Same shit. Sorry, if, um,” she tapped ash off the end of her cigarette, “me calling freaked you out. I saw your text and just figured, you know…”

“Don’t apologize. It’s good to hear from you.”

“Now who’s just being nice?” Josie joked.

Antonia laughed quietly. “Doesn’t mean it’s a lie, though.” She took a deep breath. “Look, I have to go. But really, I mean it, if you need—”

“I know. And, you know, thanks. But don’t worry about me or this place. Block the area code or something.”

“I’ll look into that. Stay safe, Josie.”

“Doing my best,” she said as she dropped her cigarette onto the sidewalk to snub it out.

They exchanged a quick goodbye before Josie hung up the phone. She tucked it back into the pocket of her slacks, not sure if she felt better or worse having had the conversation. She plucked her cigarette butt up off the ground and tossed it into the trash can before heading back towards the office building.

When she walked back in, she looked at the young woman sitting behind the desk. She briefly looked up when Josie came back in, but once she saw who it was she went back to her computer. Josie frowned slightly in thought. She thought about the mild panic that had been on Lena’s face when Gilly and Bishop had stopped by before. Even the first time she saw them Josie wasn’t sure she was ever that worried about them. Maybe she should’ve been. Maybe if she had been none of it would’ve played out the way it did and she wouldn’t be stuck in the position that she’s in now. She just hung up on one of the only people who had tried to give her an out from it all.

She wanted to say something to Lena, but she didn’t know what. She must’ve been lingering a little too long for it to be comfortable, because she looked up once more from her computer. “You okay, Josie?”

Clearing her throat, Josie nodded as she tried to get her facial expression back under control. “Yeah, just zoned out for a second there. Thanks, Lena.”

The last thing that Josie wanted to do was go back to her desk and work. There was a knowing twinge in the back of her mind that her focus was going to be shot for the remainder of the afternoon. Part of her wanted to just up and leave, but she didn’t really know where she would go if she did.

When she sat back down, she saw that whoever had called earlier left a voicemail. She didn’t recognize the number off the top of her head, but it was a local area code, so with a deep breath she took the phone off the receiver and hit the button to play it back.

The second that she heard her name on the recording, she knew who was calling and her stomach dropped immediately. “Miss Costa,” Miguel’s tone was as even and calm as it had ever been, “I guess I missed you. Call me back at this number when you get this. I think it’s time I sit down with our new mayor now that she’s gotten some time to settle in.”

The message ended and Josie all but slammed the phone back down onto the receiver. She huffed out a deep sigh, but it wasn’t enough to get out her frustration. Pushing her hands back through her hair, she grit out a quiet, “Fuck,” as she managed to set her hands on the surface of her desk without slamming them.

As much as she didn’t want to remain involved in any of it, she knew that right now there was no getting out of it. So she pulled her cellphone back out. Without thinking she went right to Gilly’s name in her contacts. When she opened their old thread of messages, though, she felt the cold sting of reality across her face—all of her last messages to him months beforehand never having gone through. She knew that it wouldn’t be any different now.

Pinning her lips into a thin line, she went and found EZ’s name instead. “Call me ASAP”. She knew that there was no guarantee of an instant response. For all she knew he was out in the middle of the desert somewhere with no service.

For the first time in a long time, luck was on her side. Before she could spiral out too far, her phone started ringing. She snatched it up off her desk before the second ring ended. “Hello?”

“What’s going on?” EZ’s voice came through from the other end of the line, a little breathless and Josie didn’t want to think too much on why that might’ve been.

She looked around to make sure that no one else was around. “The mayor.”

“What about her?”

“Galindo called asking to meet. I’m going to have to set him up with something or he’s just gonna fucking show up uninvited.”

There was a long pause and for a moment Josie was about to ask if EZ had heard what she said. Finally, “Set it up. Let them meet.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. See what she says afterwards and let me know.”

“Don’t you want to get—”

“We’re an easier sell if we’re coming in to solve a problem that she has.”

Josie scoffed and shook her head. “You’re just gonna give her a different one.”

The pause that followed let her know that EZ wasn’t looking for the extra commentary. However he must’ve had too many other things on his mind because he didn’t say anything about it. “Let me know when you hear anything else.”

She couldn’t hide the bubbling sense of frustration as she said, “Yeah, okay. Got it.”

EZ heard it, too. She could tell by the way he changed his tone when he spoke up again. It wasn’t quite apologetic, but something akin to it. “Josie?”

She sighed. “What?”

Whatever minute kindness he was going to try and extend, he backpedaled on. “Nothing. Never mind.”

For a moment Josie wished that he could see the way that she rolled her eyes at him. “Good talk.”

She heard the telltale breath of someone gearing up to say something to try and defend themselves and she hung up before he could even try. As she reached for the office phone on her desk to call Galindo back she couldn’t help but miss the days when she didn’t know much of anything at all. Back when fraternizing with the enemy was just a bad joke that got her and Gilly laughing harder than it should’ve because they were trying to keep each other on the hook.

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[lunaandco]

café, cafe

pairing: fermín lópez x ofc

social media au

summary: fermín meets annie, an erasmus student in uni

masterlist

@ loneannie posted:

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loneannie: erasmus destination, sis said I had to catch a game

tinamyte: was I right, huh? was the game worth it?

loneannie: I will not confirm or deny this statement, sis

tinamyte: just admit it 😒

loneannie: nah

_ferminlopez: did you get lost trying to find your seat?

>loneannie: OT WAS ONE TIME, OKAY. ONE TIME. ITS NOT MY FAULT THE UNI'S LIBRARY WAS DESIGNED BY FUCKING DEDALUS

>>_ferminlopez: did you?

>>>loneannie: ...yes

>>>>_ferminlopez: 🤣🤣

wendysmith67: I didn't know you knew so much about football

>loneannie: sounds like a you problem

>>tinamyte: she's so annoying with her tactical knowledge, I feel for you

>>>loneannie: ey :(

tinamyte: 😘

@ wendysmith67 posted:

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wendysmith67: café para sobrevivir cafe

_ferminlopez: nutrición acabará conmigo ��🕊🕊

>loneannie: not if I end you first

>>_ferminlopez: you're still angry?

>>>loneannie: it was the last m&m

>>>>_ferminlopez: ill take that as a yes

>>>>>wendysmith67: last m&m theft is a crime punishable by death, fermín, you need to be held accountable.

>>>>>>_ferminlopez: :(

loneannie: might cry myself to sleep with these exams

>wendysmith67: sameee

>>user1: please wendy don't die we need your triples for this week's games

@ _ferminlopez posted:

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_ferminlopez: 3 more points with the best company

wendysmith67: can't believe you scored when I was in the bathroom

>_ferminlopez: you didn't see it? 🥺

>>loneannie: she did, I recorded it 😎😎😎

>>>_ferminlopez: that's my girl

>>>>user2: 🤨🤨🤨

>>>>>user3: fermin something you want to share with us?

user4: golazoooo

user5: fermin better than camavinga

user6: visca barça

loneannie: golazoooo! now give me the m&ms you owe me bitch

>_ferminlopez: yes ma'am

@ loneannie posted:

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loneannie: might have to come back once I finish my degree 😍😍

_ferminlopez: it's gonna be the longest year of my life 🥺

>loneannie: masters degree in Barcelona with you sounds like it's worth it

>_ferminlopez: 🥰🥰🥰

tinamyte: girl since whEN DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND.

>tinamyte: I'm telling mom

>>loneannie: NO

wendysmith67: I've never thridwheeled so hard in my life

>loneannie: srry

>>wendysmith67: you're not sorry

>>>loneannie: no im not

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[The camera is focused on Rose, being filmed by phone again. She's walking through the school halls] "What up, I'm back! We almost missed first period which would not have been fun, but I'm alive! I'm heading to second period now, which is when I meet up with the bestest boyfriend ever, I seriously love him so much guys, you don't even know- oh. 'We know, hahahaha', well, fuck you too!"

[The camera starts to shake as she speeds up, distracted from the chat. It then suddenly points at the floor, Jack grunting softly] "Hey love. You ready?"

[Rose hums, the view righting itself and briefly stopping on her dopey grin before it gets reversed, and Jack's face is on screen] "Yup! Also, say 'hi'!"

[He turns bright red, his ears pinning back] "Wha- ?!"

[The screen goes dark, his hand visible briefly before] "I said to warn me when you did this." [He was whining slightly, his voice muffled like he was pressing it into something]

"I did!"

"That does not count as a warning!"

"I'm sorry. You're just too cute!"

"I am not cute!"

"Yes, you are~!"

[Everything becomes visible again, backing away from Jack as Rose giggled. A sliver of the view was covered by the fabric of her skirt as she presumably held the phone behind her back]

[He was in a ready stance, his eyes narrowed and his tail wagging behind him] "I'm not cute."

[Rose kept backing up, the camera shaking slightly] "Yes you are." [The words were giggled out]

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[villainsimpqueen]

"Baby steps"

Part two of 9- the Nätya x Recom Lopez series of one shots.

These are one shots for my dearest friend @nin3kyuu of her Oc Nätya x Lopez that builds apon their chemistry.

Baby steps is the starting of building trust and Lopez recovery.

This man did not seem to know what rest was, and if he did, he certainly didn't act like it. Nätya had to stop Lopez many times from trying to get up. His own snarls and hisses of pain didn’t deter him as he insisted on moving, only to snap angrily at her in that unknown language when she gently pushed him back down.

“You need to rest!” she hissed at him after the hundredth attempt in the past three days. Each time he woke up, he tried to get up, only to reopen his wounds and start bleeding again. Her patience had finally worn thin. This time, she was rougher in pushing him back down. Guilt flickered through her when he let out a sound of pain, but her frustration kept her from apologizing.

“If you had just stayed down, you wouldn’t be in pain right now! You have a gaping wound in your chest! We had to pull an arrow out of you, and you're being an idiot by testing not only Ewya’s patience but mine, too, as I tend to you!” Nätya hissed, her words curling in her frustration, concern, and anger. This man didn’t understand her language, but surely he could pick up on her tone. As she ranted and scolded him in her native tongue, her hands moved wildly, her expressions as open as a scroll.

“You’re like a baby—no, worse than a baby! At least they know to stop when their mothers scold them!” Her eyes snapped toward his, taking in the wide-eyed expression in his saffron eyes. His ears perked up, twitching ever so often, which only added to her aggravation. In a burst of frustration, she leapt from her knees to a full stance.

“Get up and get hurt, and I won’t be gentle when I change your wrappings!” she hissed, storming out of the healer’s den. She needed fresh air, far away from her newest, most stubborn responsibility. She stormed past her many cousins and family members, not wanting to hear their opinions on her choices. She found solace near a cliff that overlooked a misty mountainside, where she could see the endless sky and the treetops cloaked in mist. She sat down, pulling her knees to her chest as she stared beyond, letting her mind soar over the clouds.

Guilt began to form, and she grumbled in annoyance before taking a deep breath, feeling her lungs expand and then contract as she exhaled.

He must want to go home.

She thought, trying to put herself in the man’s place. Had she been injured and woken up in a strange place, she would want to go home too. She felt slightly bad for scolding him, knowing he didn’t understand her words, but she couldn’t ignore his inability to pick up on situational cues. He was hurt, yes, and she, as his healer, was trying to heal him and ensure he was resting. His rashness in trying to move so soon after sustaining a wound that should have killed him was sheer idiocy. Logic dictated that one should allow oneself to heal before pushing their body, but that logic didn’t seem to register with this man.

After calming her mind and praying to the Great Mother to strengthen her patience, for she knew this man would test it many more times, she returned to the healer’s den. A bowl of stew in hand, still watered down for easy consumption but now with more chewable items to satisfy his hunger, she found him sitting up again. Frustration began to bubble up, but Nätya pushed it away as soon as she felt it. She paused, watching him stare blankly at the dense wall, his tail flicking in a familiar gesture of boredom. Her own ears twitched backward. It must be boring to be awake with nothing to do. She wondered if he was skilled with his hands. Perhaps she could bring him weaving supplies or teach him how to sew his own Ruana.

Another step caused Lopez to notice her. He turned his head, locking his saffron eyes on hers. She moved toward him, kneeling as she held out the bowl of stew. He took it from her after a moment of hesitation but didn’t immediately eat. Instead, he placed the bowl on his legs and looked away, his ears flattening back.

His change in demeanor made her hesitate, and her own ears began to droop as she took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

One apology was in her native tongue, the other in his slurred, like a fumbling child. Both voices echoed through the den, causing them to pause and look at each other with wide eyes and perking ears.

Before Nätya could recover, it was Lopez who found his voice first.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, fumbling over the words before sighing and moving a hand to his wound's wrappings.

“I know you can’t understand me. You’re trying to help, but I gotta get out of here. I have people out there needing me.” His breathing picked up, causing pain in his chest, making him hiss slightly as his tail flicked.

“Need...to...run.” He forced out the words, not liking how they didn’t roll off his tongue like his native language or the secondary one he’d learned at a young age. Still, he was one of the few on the Deja Blue team who could half-ass a few Na'vi words. He watched as the woman frowned at his words, shaking her head while softly moving her hands in front of her as she spoke more Na'vi. He could only make out a few words despite how slowly she was speaking, more for his sake than hers.

“‘He ra torutoru i muri i te toenga, ka awhina ahau i a koe ki te hikoi, nga hikoi peepi.”’ She spoke, moving her hands to show signs of resting and then walking two fingers on her palm.

“Takahanga pēpi,” she repeated once more. Lopez racked his brain over the words for a moment before he understood and nodded.

“Baby steps,” he muttered. And so, he had to learn a new kind of patience. Nätya brought him things to do—fabrics to sew, which he didn’t mind. Other things, like weaving, he refused, finding the repetitive motions too boring for his active mind. But the sewing he liked, simply because he knew how to sew. Most of the embroidery, making little designs, reminded him of home, of his family unit, watching his mother and grandmother sew together. Pleasant memories.

After a few more days and many wrapping changes later, Nätya, with the aid of another man, helped him stand. He had been too eager, and the moment they let go of his arms, he stupidly tried to walk, feeling his leg buckle from under him and nearly falling if it wasn’t for the male Na'vi grabbing him. The jerking movement sent pain shooting through him, and he yelped. Nätya quickly moved to his side, concern in her eyes as she helped him regain balance.

“Takahanga pēpi!” her voice rang, making him inhale sharply and nod. This time, with the aid of her male friend, he took a smaller step, which turned into a few more steps. Nätya stayed by his side, muttering a word every time he moved too fast. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she was saying “slowly.”

By the time Lopez reached the opening of the healing den, a mere ten feet away from his resting place, he was winded, drenched in sweat, and heaving, causing pain in his chest. When the two Na'vi tried to guide him back to the bedding, he refused, clawing at the opening of the den, using it to hold his weight as he panted.

Watching him refuse help pained her. It was clear he needed it. So when she asked her older cousin to carry him back to his bedding, she was glad for the trembling of Lopez’s body grew more and more noticeable with each wheezing breath.

Embarrassment filled Lopez the second her cousin scooped him up and carried him back to the bedding, easily placing him down before leaving.

“Thank you, cousin,” she called after him, watching her cousin wave her off as he exited the den. She turned her attention back to Lopez, whose face was soured. She grabbed his hand, watching his face turn, and those yellowed eyes met her own.

“‘Baby steps,”’ she spoke softly, watching as he inhaled before nodding.

“‘Baby steps,”’ he repeated in a promising tone, signaling that he wouldn’t rush his recovery. He smiled when Nätya’s face brightened, and she gave him a sweet smile, speaking words he couldn’t yet understand but sounding like words of encouragement.

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also a comic redraw

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My doodles in school 😁😋

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First finished digital piece in a while, I feel good!

Base found on Pinterest idk the op :'(