#cielito writes

[cielito--lindo]

What's Going On?

wc: 1.8k

parings: bakugou katsuki x reader, some iida tenya x reader

a/n and warnings: aged!up au, prohero!reader, afab!reader, swearing, angst and a small amount of fluff, maybe eventual smut??

Part One. Part Two.

“That absolute mother fucker” You gritted out. You could practically feel the steam coming out of your ears. No contact for almost 6 months and then suddenly he’s sending you flowers? FLOWERS?! Oh the next time your lay your eyes on Katsuki Baukgou, it’s on fucking SIGHT.

Kirishima must have told him of your dinner plans for tonight. Katsuki had always been territorial, especially when it came to you. A tight grip around your waist was ever-present on your nights out, a snarl on the tip of his tongue if a guy got too close for his comfort. 

There was a faint flutter in your stomach as you remembered his hands around you, growling a soft “Mine”. 

NOPE. NOPE. CUT THE CAMERAS.

You squeezed your eyes and locked those thoughts away. “5 Gs, girl.” You muttered to yourself. Good god girl, get a grip.

Pain radiated from your palm and it wasn’t until then that you realized how hard you were squeezing the necklace in your hand. The light shining off of it caused prisms to dance along the walls of your office. You could feel your quirk humming under your skin, aching to be used. You haven’t felt like this since the last full moon, hell it feels even better than that. The small potted plant you failed to revive caught your eye from the corner of the room; letting your eyes flutter close, you lifted a hand and aimed the thrumming energy to it. 

Using your quick came as easy as breathing, you watched as the plant seemed to reverse in age. The browning leaves, fading to a bright and vibrant green. Your quirk worked through lunar energy, being able to manipulate dark matter and time-space. Or at least, that’s how your parents described it. They both came from planetary quirk families and they had passed their traits onto you, but you felt like there was more than what they had let on. Your mother’s quirk was in tune with the sun; your father’s the stars. It had been a long time since someone with lunar abilities had been born into the family. As you grew older, you felt other..aspects of your quirk manifest. Visions or illusions. The only person you had confided in about it had been Bakugou after a particularly vivid nightmare. You’ve had better control with them now, thanks to endlessly grueling training sessions.

You shook yourself out of the memory and admired the newly flowered plant. You quickly threw the pendant in your desk drawer, locking it away to obsess over later. Right now, you had to focus on this mountain of work in front of you and then...dinner with Iida.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

“Girl, you’re still here?” Ochako’s head popped in behind your door, your head snapped up at the sound of her voice. The afternoon shade had begun to replace the soft spring sunshine, you hadn’t realized how much time had passed. 

“Fuck what time is it??” You frantically searched for your phone, hoping you hadn’t made yourself later. You breathed a sigh of relief “Thank god, it’s only 5.”

Ochako gave you a flat look “You should’ve been out of here at 3!” She chastised you “This is what happens when you pull the I’m just a girl, I simply will die if I do my paperwork at a reasonable time.” 

“First off, fuck you. Second off, fair point.” You sighed in defeat “In my defense, it’s hard being a teen pro-hero.”

“Bitch, we are 28.” 

“Okay, whatever, god.” You rolled your eyes, dodging with a laugh as she threw one of the little mints you had in a bowl by the door. “Oh and also texting the group chat. Really? I got another one of Kirishima’s ‘I’m a child of divorce’  calls.” Ochako had the decency to look sheepish as it was your turn to chastise her.

“I’m sorryyyy, I was just excited!” Her eyes finally landed on the bouquet you had placed by the window “Oh my god, those are beautiful!” She rushed over to admire them. “Who were they from?”

Sweat prickled the back of your neck. Oh, they were from my ex-boyfriend who I’m sure now knows I’m going on a date with our old classmate because your nosy ass couldn’t resist gossipping to one of his best friends. “Uh, I’m not sure, actually. Didn’t come with a card.” A half truth was good. “I think it might have been from that charity I had helped with last month.”

She hummed, not fully paying attention. “Yeah, maybe.” She gasped “What if they’re from Iida?! Oh how romantic!” You quickly reacted as you saw her reach for her phone. Darkness swiftly creeped up her hand and shifted the phone into your hand. “Ugh!” She grimaced “I hate when you do that! It’s cold as hell!”

You waved her phone in front of her “I wouldn’t have to do it if you weren’t such a gossip! They definitely weren’t from Tenya, trust me.” You tossed her phone back to her. “Speaking of, I gotta get going if I wanna make it on time.” 

Ochako raised an eyebrow at the remaining folders on your desk. “That’s future Y/N’s problem.” You dismissed her. 

After locking up, you rushed back to your apartment, sending a quick prayer of thanks to Maia for finding you an apartment so close to the agency. 

You spent a good amount of time just staring at your closet after your shower. The scent of soft vanilla and coconut filled the room from your lotion and perfume. 

With your quirk, you produced visions of curated outfits you could wear. Not the best use of it, but it came in handy. Shuffling outfits for a while, you finally landed on a velvet dark blue two piece outfit. The corset top was embroidered with twinkling stars and showed juuuust enough cleavage to still be tasteful and the skirt had a slit that stopped mid-thigh. Thankfully it was still long enough that it touched the floor, even with the heels you paired it with. You definitely may have spent a little too much time on your makeup and hair, but as you checked yourself out in the mirror, you couldn’t help but grin. God damn, you definitely still got it. 

A faint beep came from your phone, signaling you that your uber was outside.

Well, here goes nothing. 

***

The restaurant was bustling as you entered, your eyes scanning the room. “Can I help you?” A smiling hostess asked as you approached “Do you have a reservation?”

“Uh, I believe so?” You replied “It would be under the name-”

“Y/N!”

Your head whipped around at the sound of your name. Iida stood, towering over the other seated patrons, waving you over eagerly. “Nice work” the hostess whispered over to you as she ushered you through.

“Iida!” You greeted, hugging him “It’s been so long!” His touch was gentler than you expected, long gone was the typical stiff Iida hug from your school days. The scent of clean laundry and citrus filled your nose. 

“It definitely has” He agreed as he pulled away “You look beautiful.” You watched as his eyes roamed over you, noticing the way they lingered a little longer around your chest. Mentally note that for later, you thought. He quickly moved to pull out your chair, you smiled up at him with a quiet thank you. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered us some drinks. I hope you still like rum and coke.” 

“You still know me so well, Tenya. Color me impressed.” You grinned, seeing the tips of his ears turn pink. “So, what have I missed, Ingenium?”

He animatedly filled you in about his life since you had last seen him. His eyes still lit up whenever he talked about his brother and their family, boasting about being a proud uncle. After the waiter came and took your menus and orders, Iida cleared his throat. “Pardon, if this is too forward, but I can’t help but ask about the elephant in the room.”

You nodded with a resigned smile “Bakugou and I?” Iida responded with a sheepish smile of his own “I forget you weren’t around when it happened, it feels so long ago, but...not? If that makes sense?” You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

“Oh, it makes complete sense. I think we were all surprised by the news, you both had been together since graduation. Do you mind if I ask what happened?”

You shrugged “It felt like we were living two separate lives, you know? I felt like I was the one trying to keep the relationship alive. The work we do is incredibly hard and trying to keep yourself alive as well as a relationship can prove...difficult at times. It wasn’t solely just on him, I also had things to work through, but he’s doing his thing and I’m happy to be where I am.” You looked up at him through your lashes, loving the way a soft blush dusted his cheeks. 

“If it’s worth anything, I’m happy you’re here too.” He grinned at you, his smile causing the small creases around his eyes to crinkle. He noted your empty glass “Oh, let me call over..Bakugou?”

You snorted, “Oh god, that would be the worst.” 

“Oh, would it be, you wannabe lycanthrope?” The sound of the gruff voice behind you made you freeze. 

You watched as Katsuki Bakugou himself strode towards your table, the model from the cover shoot trailing after him. You looked up and met his red-hot eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. He looked absolutely murderous, but his eyes..it felt like there was more betrayal than anger behind them. 

This cannot be happening, this cannot be happening. 

Ever the polite hero, Iida stood and extended his hand “Bakugou, it’s great to see you again.” Katsuki just ignored him, continuing his one-sided staring contest with you. “Uhm, are you going to introduce your date?”

That seemed to snap Bakugou back to the present “Huh?” He grunted, looking behind him. His date looked at him expectantly “Oh, her name’s Leah.”

“It’s Lisa.” She scoffed

His eyes returned to you “Yeah, whatever.”

You felt an uncomfortable heat rise up your chest. You couldn’t let him see you with your defenses down, not like this. You took a sip of your water before standing and smoothed down your outfit. You didn’t miss how his eyes roamed down your form hungrily, without shame in front of his date. “It’s nice to meet you, Lisa.” You smiled politely at her “I’m Y/N.” You turned to the man in front of you, “Bakugou.” You greeted. He always hated you calling him by his last name. 

“That’s for the fucking extras to do, you call me Katsuki or whatever you want. Not Bakugou.”

His jaw twitched “That’s-” He was cut off by the waiter, trying to grab his attention.

“Sir, your table is ready. Please follow me.” 

“Nice to see you again!” Iida said as Bakugou and his date were being ushered away.

“Eat shit, Sonic!” Bakugou yelled over his shoulder.

y'all i cannot tell you how hard it was to write this shit out - i struggled, but we're here, babeyy!

i appreciate the support so much! let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for upcoming posts!

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[theorganasolo]

2024 Fic Rec List

I know I'm late (sorry friends) but wanted to do my end of year shout out to my favorite fics I've read! Most of these will be for Javi P because he's my beloved but onward we go!

Learning to Live by @wheresarizona Arizona, bestie, I love love love seeing how much this fic has grown and where you have taken Javi and Cielito over the years. You GET Javi so much and it comes across in your writing, very well. I appreciate every snippet you have texted me about these two - and I treasure our friendship as well <3

It's Never Too Late and Forever and Always by @javierpena-inatacvest MADELINE you have created such an amazing universe with these two stories! As a midwest girly who loves the Blackhawks (even if they suck) and Javier Peña it's so easy to put myself in reader's shoes - thank you for feeding me with the breeding kink in all your fics haha

Hubby and Wife by @notjustjavierpena - I really cherish every update you give in this universe! Every time I go I the javier peña x reader tag and see an update I get so excited! Love seeing Javi get the big family he deserves. I find myself rereading so many of the installments

Worth The Wait by @kteague K I constantly come back to this series so many times, it just hits so good, and I love the latest installment you gave us this year! Love these two so much!

First Anniversary by @wildemaven Heidi I love Poppy and Dieter so much! And this update on the pair of them was so sweet, I LOVE the interview format that you did, it was really unique <3

A Litany of Lethe by @kiwisbell I remember reading this at work at my jaw just dropping over how beautiful it is, you wrote Javi's turmoil SO well here - I really hope you write more for him because you just GET who he is.

Pump by @morallyinept First off let me just say you are SO talented for making this as hot as it is and it actually doesn't have that much smut! I love for the vivd description's of the man's dick so thank you for feeing my horniness

Spiaggia, amore e limone by @thundermartini - You gave me the dream of vacationing with Javi in Italy, this was such a joy to read!!

Firsts and When In Positano by @honeyedmiller You write Javi so so so well! When In Positano sent me to the moon in back with the honeymoon in Italy PLUS the baby making, I remember reading this several times <3

Tastes So Sweet by @jolapeno - When I say this DID THINGS TO ME when I read it (and then reread and reread it). Honestly your whole javi master list is amazing <3

The Hostage by @javier-pena - This was SO good! You really wrote the tension so well in this fic and it inspired me to read News of a Kidnapping. (also I literally am the most annoying in your notes reblogging your javi gifs every day so thanks for putting up with that aha)

Hummingbird Has Landed by @wardenparker Connie I absolutely adore your Soulmate Sunday fics and they really make my Sunday's brighter :) This was so so so fun to read, I loved every aspect of it!

Make Me Sweat by @itsokbbygrl - THIS WAS SO GOOD! The little part about y'all possibly having a baby gave me butterflies

Married Man by @mellowswriting MEL I love your Javi and your writing so so so much! The wedding band kink just GETS ME

Neighbors by @gothcsz When I say this SUCKED ME IN SO FAST, also the angst is literally killing me but you do it so well! Can't wait to see what else is in store here! (also it won't let me link to your story directly so linking to your Masterlist)

Landslide by @frenchiereading - This was so so so cute! I loved seeing Javi with his little family <3

Like Snow on the Beach by @guiltyasdave Combining my two loves of Javier Peña and Taylor Swift. I love the hopeful note this ended on.

Have a Good Night by @punkshort This was such a sweet story and really unique! I loved the flower shop aspect of it all <3

Honey by @yxtkiwiyxt I love the way you write Javi and this was such a fun holiday one shot!

Also want to shout out Maybe Today, Maybe Forever by @hopelikethemoon- Literally in my top 3 Javi fanfics, everyone needs to read this! It's 150 chapters of smut and Javi fluff - the world building is everything

And last but certainly not least a shout out to @manndo for simply being the best <3 - Mel there are literally no words I can put here but I cherish you so much!

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Hello, can I request Arthur x fem!Reader?

I was thinking of this: reader tries to teach how to play guitar to Arthur but it'll be kinda chaotic,something sweet and fun. I had this idea while listening to Javier singing cielito lindo.

Byee <3

࣪ ˖✧ Musical Interlude

✦ Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader ✦ Warnings/tags: None/pure fluff and silliness. ✦ Words: 1,9k ✦ a/n: Alright here it is, I hope you'll like it! NB: I made Arthur right-handed in this when canonically he seems to be ambidextrous; just thought it would be more convenient this way. As a guitar player myself, I loved writing this! (Arthur's pic is from my playthrough, guitar's pic from interest.)

Lately, life had been a little bit easier at camp. People were well-fed thanks to Mr. Pearson and the boys hunting copious amounts of animals, the swamps right next to Shady Belle providing unexpected resources like shrimps, alligator's eggs, or even 'gators themselves if one was bold enough to hunt them (which was definitely the case for some of the risk-takers in the gang.).

Jack had been saved and safely returned to his mother by John, Dutch, and Arthur a few days ago, and it definitely participated in keeping the mood bright and cheerful since his return party.

You were in a particularly happy mood yourself on this sunny afternoon, sitting on one of the boxes around the main campfire, tents and the usual mess of belongings specific to every camp containing a large amount of people surrounding you, making you feel at home. You liked this heterogeneous gathering of people's stuff; Hosea's book next to Dutch's almost extinguished cigar, little rocks Jack had gathered next to Charle's arrows, a half-eaten plate of stew abandoned there by John next to a letter that was probably Lenny's.

You liked this funny combination of objects; it made the camp feel full of life, homey, and convivial. It made you feel even more joyful.

"Hey Javier, you in the mood for a duo ?" You asked your charming Hispanic companion who had just finished eating on the big log around the campfire, putting his plate away.

"Always, mi princesa." The man happily answered, grabbing his guitar and yours that was carefully tidied just behind his and Uncle's banjo. He handed it to you, a big smile on his face.

You grabbed your instrument and placed it on your lap, left hand naturally placing itself around its neck, fingers pressing on the strings to warm them up a bit. Javier and you had always loved playing together; playing an instrument was already funny in normal times, but with another musician, it was even better. You could share the music, talk with each other in a language known only by artists, respond and play with each other in notes and phrases.

The dark-haired man had started playing an upbeat strumming, a fast, gypsy-like rhythm. You liked it, he was carrying you to allow you to solo on his rhythm. You gladly obliged, little grin on your face as your fingers danced on the neck, your other hand skillfully picking the right string every time, creating a harmonious melody on top of your friend's notes.

Some of the other members had gathered around you to listen, some whistling along as you played. Uncle was having the time of his life listening to you both, clapping his hands in rhythm. In the little group watching the show you were putting on, you noticed Arthur, subtle smile on his face, sipping on a cup of coffee, arms half-crossed. God, he was so beautiful even just like this, on a simple afternoon at camp, blue eyes bright with the light of the sun, light brown hair matching a sandy color flannel he had rolled up his elbows. You almost lost your rhythm when your eyes lingered on his bare forearms, and you quickly focused back on what you were doing, a sheepish little smile on your face.

After a prolonged moment of musical interlude, Javier thanked you and went back on with his day, explaining something about going fishing, which didn't surprise you. You were strumming mindlessly now, playing a little melody that was coming to you on the spot instead of an actual song. Most of the gang members walked off, some started around the campfire with you. Of course, Uncle was the first to sit on the white chair next to Javier's green tent, the old man had almost taken up residence on it; then came Hosea, opening a book as often after lunch, and finally Arthur, who came sitting right next to you on the blue box next to the brown one you were sat on, his cup of coffee left emptied on the floor.

You smiled at him, happy he wanted to rest for a while; it was rare for him to just come and sit by the fire, in fact, you were surprised he was even in camp on an afternoon at all, considering he was almost every day on a job or out hunting, coming back only for dinners and nights.

"Mr Morgan." You welcomed him with a sweet smile. Your mood was even brighter than before with him by your side.

"Miss Y/N..." He greeted you back, shifting a bit on the box, as if he was getting nervous. "You an' Javier play really well..." He began, deep voice drawling, always like he was taking his time to talk.

"Thanks, Arthur!" You claimed, genuinely happy he had liked it. With Arthur's usual poker face, it was sometimes hard to know what he was actually enjoying or not.

"I was wonderin'... Erm... Maybe..." He muttered under his breath, his eyes usually sharp and eager to make eye contact were now running away from yours. You could tell he was embarrassed, that piqued your curiosity and even softened your heart. He looked so cute like this.

"Yes...?" You inquired with an encouraging tone, offering him a reassuring smile, wanting him to understand he had nothing to feel embarrassed for.

"Maybe, you could show me some chords? I always wanted t' learn..." He probed you with a soft and interrogative tone. In a way, you had always liked how he acted more carefully and calmly around you.

"Oh! I would love to, Arthur." Your cheerful answer along with your enthusiasm made him crack up a big smile. Your heart felt lighter at this sight.

You gently offered him your instrument, placing it on his own lap.

"Alright, so. When you're right-handed, you put your left hand on the neck, and your right one on the strings." You explained to him, Arthur placing his hands where you told him, holding your guitar as carefully as if it was a newborn.

"Perfect. Now you need to pinch the strings to make a chord. For that, your fingers need to press this way-" You showed him by gesturing your fingers, curling them in the position they were supposed to have on the guitar. "What's good with you is that you already have calloused hands, so it won't hurt too much when pressing the strings."

Arthur tried to place them as you showed, but every time he tried he kept on letting them fall flat on the other strings; which made you laugh a bit.

"You need to curl them more, Arthur, or else we won't hear all the strings." You instructed him, and he chuckled a bit himself.

"Ah, this is more difficult than I thought..." He confessed in an amused tone, making fun of his own inexperience.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Just... Put them..." You bent over to him and gently used both your hands to make him properly grab the neck, and place his fingers how you wanted. "...This way."

Arthur tried to hold this position but it just felt so unnatural for his hand to be tensed like that. On top of that, your proximity and the soft touch of your fingers against his skin were definitely not helping making him more focused, not even mentioning how he could smell your delicate perfume when being close like this.

"A-Alright... Then ?" He asked you, trying to learn some more and focus back on the instrument, not his owner.

"Then, you strum the strings with your right hand, from up to down at first." You explained head tilted towards said hand, waiting for him to make a move.

Arthur did as you told, his fingers strumming way too hard, resulting in a horrible dissonant chord considering most of his fingers had moved on his left hand. You couldn't hold back a laugh at the sound he had made, and he followed you, feeling so ridiculous right now.

"Ah, damnit..."

"Arthur, you don't have to beat up the damn guitar!" You joked in between giggles, unable to contain yourself at the sight of the great Arthur Morgan struggling to play an instrument.

"This... Damned thing is sneaky; thought it was easy when lookin' at ya..." He mumbled, obviously frustrated by not succeeding, but also still a little amused at himself, the corner of his lips curling in a slight grin.

"Told you, you'll get used to it. You just have to keep playin'..."

As if to prove he could do it, Arthur tried again, but his index finger had moved again and was pinching the wrong string. When he tried strumming again, less softly, the chord began nicely, and both of you smiled triumphantly... Until the last string, when a terrible bum note ruined all his efforts.

You looked into his eyes, mouth trembling as you forced yourself not to burst out in laughter; he looked so frustrated, but the moment his eyes crossed yours, you both succumbed and exploded in a cacophony of laughing.

Hosea and Uncle had turned their head to your improbable duo, the sight of Arthur trying his best but miserably failing at hitting the good notes making them laugh too. Hosea's gaze caught yours, with this small knowing grin so typical of him, and you blushed a bit. Was it that obvious that you were spending the best afternoon trying to teach your beloved outlaw to play your favorite instrument?

"Y/N, I think it's useless, I'm way too shitty at this..." He admitted, a small but deep chuckle escaping from his chest.

"No no no, I told you before, you just need some practice. Look..."

You got up from the box and placed yourself right in front of him, grabbing each of his hands with each of yours. With your right one, you positioned his index and middle fingers properly to play the simplest chord, the E minor.

With your right hand, you gently guided his from up to down, making the tips of his fingers gently brush every string.

The chord finally ended up sounding right from start to finish, and Arthur let out a triumphant and sharp "Ah!", looking genuinely so happy it sounded good. You smiled fondly at him. How could a so violent and rough man look so adorable and goofy right now?

"See? You can do it." You asserted him, looking up at him in the eyes.

"Thank you miss, you did all the work..." He acknowledged, still smiling, the subtlest red covering his cheeks.

In the background, Hosea and Uncle were looking at each other with this specific look that was saying "There's definitely something between these two but we're not going to say anything".

You and Arthur spend another long moment trying to make him learn the simplest chords, those that require only two or three fingers. You two would crack up smile and laugh every time he would play a wrong chord, and honestly, it was the best day for you both in a long time.

As the sun was setting down, Arthur sighed deeply, realizing he hadn't done anything considered productive yet, spending his afternoon playing with you. He slowly handed you back your guitar, a gentle expression on his face.

"Thank you for your patience, darlin'. I don't know how you're dealin' with this awful skills of mine..."

"Come on, you've made some progress! Keep on training, Arthur. I'm sure you'll soon be the most famous player in the West, on top of being its fastest gunslinger. " You encouraged him, face as pleasant and lovely as a sweet peach on a hot summer day.

Your words made Arthur snort a last amused chuckle.

"You're puttin' too much hope on me, Miss." He concluded with an amused smile before leaving you, heart lighter, ideas brighter than when he had begun his day.

Arthur knew he wouldn't be very talented at guitar, but he also was certain he was going to ask you to teach him again some other day, and he would make sure to play more wrong notes, just to have the sweet opportunity to feel your tender touch on him again.

[ratsandclocks]

Sharing (part 1)

(Male Reader/Rodolfo Parra/Valeria Garza/Alejandro Vargas/Phillip Graves)

📝3,508 words(oops) | 18+ | Smut

Alejandro and Graves cannot seem to get along when it comes to having you. Valeria and Rudy hate seeing you upset. They stir up a plan where everyone is happy at the end of the night.

Tags: polyamorous, F/M/M/M/M, Sub/Dom dynamics, pillow prince reader, punishment, restraints, forced proximity, voyeurism, oral(m & f receiving), anal fingering, self imposed edging, overstimulation, subspace(?), no use of y/n, use of petnames; Babe, Baby, Babyboy, Cielito, Cariño, Corazoncito

Dom Valeria, Dom Rudy, Switch Alejandro, Switch Graves, Sub Male Reader.

Note: This took a bit longer to write since you can see, the fic itself got longer than I first anticipated. I tried my best to give everyone some attention but its hard when there's five fucking people. Might finish tomorrow or the day after depending how busy I get but I'll try to update as soon as I can. Anyways this has gotten out of hand... and into the other cuz im jerking off—

Disclaimer: Author does not speak Spanish(fluently) and only used Google for minimum research. If any of the Spanish words used seem off, grammatically incorrect, and/or inappropriate, please inform me and I'll try to fix them.

A petty argument. One that's been going on for about a week between Alejandro and Graves. That's what got you all in this position.

You don't even remember what it was they were fighting about—could be that food you left on the fridge for them that they decidedly did not want to share with each other, could be Philip's now-empty bottle of aftershave that you like the smell of so much, could be that time you wore his shirt to sleep instead of Alejandro's—who cares what the fight was, all you know is that there's heat between them when it comes to you and you did not like that…

Now Rudy didn't like seeing you in distress, neither did Valeria. So naturally, they'd do something about that. And sure enough, they did.

"You're fucking with me." Graves says, as a matter of factly as he watched Rudy handcuff his right hand with Alejandro's left to his pure dismay. Their other hands weren't free either, as they were as tightly tied to their respective sides of the sofa, leaving them immobilized and stuck close to each other. Looking at them together feels like watching two dogs wary of each other, ready to pounce at the slightest provocation—you were simply glad that they cannot do anything about it, but you do pity their place. Their seat was facing the bed, right where you sat with Valeria comfortably kneeling beside you, the two of you not wearing more than your shirt and underwear.

"I'm not." Rudy responded firmly, arms crossed as he glared at the two. "You don't get to touch mi Cielito or yourselves. Not until you start getting along."

"Rudy…" you plead in their defense, but the man only looked at you softly, denied you with a shake of his head, then walked closer towards the bed.

"Don't feel too bad about them now, Cariño." Valeria cooed to you, absently stroking your hair. Her eyes were on the two tied up men while she spoke, directing her words to them just as much. "They weren't being nice, were they?"

"I'm not being nice?" Alejandro finally spoke, pointing his left hand to himself accusingly, only for Graves to pull away the same handcuffed arm. "Look at him!" Alejandro defended himself.

"You've upset our boy, Gilipollas." Rudy lectured, eyes still on yours. You would've said something—another plea or something along the lines of 'you don't have to do this' or 'it's not a big deal'—but Rudy was sitting with you now, hands on your chin to face him and stare at his longing eyes, and that look effectively shut you up. "He deserves way better from you both."

You gasped in surprise when Valeria gripped your hair to pull your head back, her lips suddenly latched onto your neck, already finding the sensitive spot just under your ear. "That he does."

Hands were all over you in a matter of seconds. Valeria's were groping and undressing you, not rushing but surely more forceful than Rudy's. He was way gentler compared to her, softly caressing every inch of your skin she exposes as he kissed your mouth, slowly but just as passionately as Valeria's. All of it familiar, all of it just right.

Heat rushes up your skin. It was already making you lightheaded, their contrast nearly giving you whiplash, but you love seeing their differences, making up for what each other lacked. How they mix so well just to please you, all of them and more just for you—something you wish Alejandro and Phillip could do together.

"You were the one who stole my shit." You heard Graves grumbling. When you looked at him, your eyes met and caught him in a scowl, but his frustrations were clearly directed towards the man beside him.

"It's a shared bathroom, Pendejo." Alejandro quipped, to which he earned a tug on the cuffs from the other man. He tugged back and now they look like little brats fighting over a piece of candy. You couldn't help but frown at the sight, which Rudy quite immediately notices.

"Ey!" He yelled at them and the two men froze in an instant. "You keep fighting like that and you won't get to touch him at all."

"It's not fair, Rudy." Alejandro whined, easily switching from hostility to something more submissive, something he does that usually riles up Rudy. Not tonight though.

"And you're not being fair to him either. Just look—" at that, Alejandro finally looked at you. Your brows furrowed and eyes slightly teary, and clearly not for the reason of being in the debauched position Valeria's hands put you in. Oh how that just breaks his heart, seeing his poor corazoncito longing for him, so close yet so far. How hurt you must be from all his stubbornness.

"You think he wants you two away? That he doesn't want you here with him right now? Think he doesn't want to feel you inside him? You two are the ones depriving our lover of yourselves. Think about that."

"Do you want them, Cariño?" Valeria lewdly whispered to your ears, but loud enough that the other men could hear it. You only nodded, unable to form words while she trails her hands into your boxers, rubbing and stroking you under the garment. "Want their cocks inside of you? Touch every inch of your skin? Fuck you 'til you can't walk like you deserve it?"

"Mhm…" you moaned when her hand gripped your cock, your hips involuntary fucking into her hand.

"Then they gotta be good, right? Else they don't deserve you. Bad boys don't get to touch my sweet sweet boy."

She's pulled you out now and your cock was on full display for them all, hard and dripping as she stroked it. Rudy took off your boxers, throwing it haphazardly somewhere in the room to be picked up later in the next morning. When Valeria let go of you, Rudy took over quickly, teasing his thumb on your slit and you arched your back, promptly falling onto the bed with a whine. You were panting when he let the teasing off, but he didn't stop stroking you in slow firm tugs. Valeria chuckled fondly at the sight as she's taking off her panties, giving you and the rest of the men a show.

"Look at him, Rudy," she says, seductively crawling back towards you, "so sweet and sensitive. Such a shame they won't get a taste."

"Val…" you whined, reaching for her. She's cradling your face now, making you look straight into her eyes.

"You need something, Cariño?" It was almost condescending how she said it, but god if it weren't making you desperately buck into Rudy's hand you would've complained.

"Need you… up here—" she kissed you then—mouth on yours, full of hunger, moans and grunts, teeth and tongue, completely overpowering you—before pulling away and crawling farther. She moved to hover just above your head, legs on either side as she reposition herself with her cunt just above your face. Another whine escaped you when her hands went back to your hair, pressing you into the bed.

"Show me then," she ordered, "show me how much you need me. Show them what they're missing out on."

Your hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her down and ravaging her like she's the last meal of your life. You lap your tongue at her, burying your face deeper and pushing in your tongue farther. Nose nuzzling to her clit so perfectly that she twitches above you. She was clearly amused, letting out an exaggerated moan to egg on the tied up men.

"So good for me, Cariño. There, there, just like that—dios mio, that tongue! So good. Keep going, baby. They don't deserve you like this."

"Fuck's sake." Graves grunted. Valeria knows just how much he loves your mouth, because you know how to use it. He loves it when you kiss him and try to win him over, giving a good fight only to let him take charge in the end. He loves when you nip and bite on his skin, not too hard to hurt but just soft enough to make him feel like heaven. He loves when you suck on his cock desperately like it's your life on the line, loves how you use that tongue oh so sweetly around him. He loves everything about that mouth of yours, and now Valeria's using it against him.

You thrust your hips when you felt Rudy's tongue circling on your tip. He lifted one of your legs up with his free hand, squeezing lube on your balls to drip onto your ass, and proceeding to tease a finger into your hole. It wasn't much trouble prepping you—with how much you get fucked all the time, surely it won't be—but he still takes his time with it, pushing in slowly, always in search of something, making sure you feel good all throughout. He fucked you earnestly with those fingers, twitching when he found that spot that melts your bones and he instantly stopped with his movements, only to start profusely rubbing that spot and make you whine shamelessly.

And you heard Alejandro let out a strangled groan, now fully aware of Rudy's intentions to tease him.

"So cruel, mi rey." He groaned at the sight, he can see so clearly when Rudy's putting you on display like that. He always loved your ass—loved the involuntary movements you make and sounds you let out when it was him playing with you, making you feel good, when you squeeze around his cock plunged deep into you. God, does he wish it was him in Rudy's place, and Rudy knows that really well, so he's making it a show. Rudy pulled his mouth away.

"Keep watching." Rudy spoke before shoving your cock straight down his throat without a warning.

You moaned into Valeria's cunt, sending shivers down her spine and she chuckled. Now fully sat on your face, she grinds her hips on you, vigorously chasing her high until she stiffens above you, letting out a long moan and sigh in relief as she came on your face. She gave a few more thrusts into your tongue before getting off to the side, lifting you to lay your body between her thighs.

"Would you look at that, Babe." She addressed Graves who is now looking at you with a certain thirst in his gaze. Your face glistening in Val's wetness, eyes closed and brows furrowed in pleasure as Rudy kept bobbing his head, working you up. Valeria's hands traveled to your chest, pinching your nipples and making your back arch. "You wanna come, cariño?" She asked and Rudy sucked on the tip of your cock his fingers fucking into you faster to get you off quicker. But you mewled in response, head shaking as you held tightly on her arms and he immediately slowed his movements down.

"No?" Rudy asks, a heated look on his face. "What do you want then? Wanna get fucked in the ass, mi Cielito? Need a cock to come on to?"

You didn't need to say anything more, you nodded and Rudy carefully let you go. Your chest was heaving and you felt weak, too deep into the headspace Valeria had put you in and the pleasure you were just swimming in. You couldn't move on your own and so the two of them worked together to reposition you.

Now you're facing the men on their seats, your chest pressing on the bed with your ass up in the air. The men in front of you were looking at you with a certain darkness in their eyes, they seem painfully hard under their tight pants, their chests rising visibly with their heavy breathing. Graves couldn't stay still in his seat, constantly moving as if it'll do anything to ease the tightness in his pants—it doesn't.

"Phillip…" you whined, eyes staring at him with haze, god you were so pretty. The man could only groan in response.

"You alright, Baby?" Graves asked, because as much as he wants to take care of you, it's all he could do.

Rudy's hand was on you again, splayed out on the bottom of your spine while the other held his cock, teasing your hole just before slowly prodding in. He was big, you knew that—you're used to it, in fact—but it never fails to make you keen, feeling the stretch no matter how much grueling prep he gives you. You bit your lip as you tried to relax, sighing when you finally felt him bottom out.

"You were asked a question, Cielito." Rudy reminded you, hand reaching to stroke your hair as if to help you ground yourself. You leaned into the touch as you moaned, letting out an affirmative 'Mhm' to answer.

"I'm good…" you sighed, plopping yourself back into the bed, your hands reached to clench the sheets and prepare yourself. You grind your ass to feel Rudy's cock and it's all he needed before he started fucking you.

It was slow and sensual, dragging his thick cock to the tip before slowly pushing in again. You could almost feel every vein on him, every time his head almost caught on that sweet spot inside you but just barely missed—you knew he's doing it on purpose.

"So pretty, isn't he?" You heard Valeria. You don't remember when but she's now behind Alejandro and Graves, caressing Phillip's face with one hand while exploring Alejandro's body with the other. Graves had his head leaning against her while the other man was tense in his seat, trying—failing—to feign control of his desires.

"See what you're fighting for? Getting fucked raw without you?" Valeria said to Phillip, lightly biting his ear to tease before turning to Alejandro neck. "All because you don't know how to share."

You screamed when Rudy suddenly slammed into you, slowly pulling out before slamming back in. Then he took pace, quickening without losing the strength in his thrusts. You were a moaning mess, broken noises leaving your mouth as air gets punched out of your lungs.

"Does it feel good?" Valeria asked and you barely registered that it was directed at you, all you could manage was a pathetic whimper as Rudy mercilessly pounded into you, "Words, Cariño."

"S'good… s-so—" you let out a yelp when Rudy finally hits that spot, deciding to keep abusing it and leaving you a thoughtless, sobbing, mewling mess under him—Under Valeria, and under all of their gazes. You were boneless on the bed, head in the clouds, you felt like you'd float through the ceiling any second, and you were thankful for the moment Rudy put his weight on your back, engulfing you with warmth as perched his hands on the side of your head.

Your gaze wandered through the room, processing anything was a struggle with your mind being full of haze, but you could see Graves struggling through his breathing and the bulge in his uncomfortably tight jeans. He bit his lips as your eyes met and you could only imagine the torture he was in right now. You were like a caged man observing a hungry shark in the ocean—you can see the urge it had to pounce, to destroy the barrier between you, and devour you til you're nothing but bones. But he can't have his way, can't even touch himself, can't give himself any relief. All he could do was simply watch you in your position, so enticing, so good for them all.

It was when he broke the connection between you that you noticed Alejandro had his hand on Graves' thighs, slowly rubbing up on him with a proud smirk on his face.

"The hell are you doing?" He asked Alejandro, a little wary, but just as much curious of the man's intentions.

"Can't touch ourselves, but they didn't say anything about touching each other. Might as well give the boy a little show." Alejandro said, his hand traveling farther into Graves' inner thigh. His breath hitched, swallowing a lump in his throat at the teasing touch. "Unless you'd rather you sit your ass there wishing you could get off by just watching."

"No." Graves said firmly without missing a beat—much to your surprise. He closed his eyes, rested his head back and let out a sigh, "Keep… keep going…"

That proud smirk on Alejandro's face got impossibly more smug and he did not hesitate to move his hand straight to Graves' bulge, pressing and rubbing on it with enough pressure to make the man keen and relax on his seat. Alejandro was quick to decide to unbutton Phillip's jeans, shoving his hand in and pulling his cock out. It was painfully red, dripping and desperate, and by God did you want it in your mouth right now.

You would've begged Rudy to let you suck off the man, but Alejandro is quicker than you could think. He was already leaning down—as uncomfortable the restraints make it—and licking the precum before it could drip down his shaft, then bobbing his head while his hand pumped the man's shaft. Phillip let out a sigh, finally opening his eyes to find Valeria beside him, looking down at him with amusement.

"What?" Graves panted, eyes heavy as he tried to read Valeria's look.

"Nothing," she feigned, leaning down closer to the man, then pulling his head back til his neck was exposed enough to the woman's desire, watching the man's throat bob as he swallowed, "you just look so cute getting along."

She kissed him with vigor, the other hand cradling his neck and their mouth fought for dominance with Valeria at an advantage. Her hand traveled to his chest, squeezing it once before traveling farther down his stomach, tracing every muscle until she reached Alejandro's head. She pulled him off and you can see his stubble glistening from his own spit, she quickly moved into kissing him now, freeing her other hand to reach for Graves' cock, covering Alejandro's bigger hand and pumping it together.

As much as you wanted to keep watching, you couldn't look anymore with how much Rudy was trying to keep your attention on his cock, it was a task to even keep your eyes open. Desperately needing to ground yourself, you reach for Rudy's hand, which he decided to interlock with yours. You gripped it like a lifeline, feeling that heat in your stomach starting to overfill and you were tightening around Rudy.

"Oh? You close, Cielito?" Rudy panted next to your ear, "Are you gonna come? Go ahead, you can do it. Come on my cock."

You didn't need to be told twice. Your cock twitched and soon enough, you came hard, face buried into the mattress muffling your otherwise loud moan, shuddering from the pleasure that shot through your spine.

Rudy fucked you through your orgasm, riding it out with you until the sensation starts edging into overwhelming pleasure. He was still pounding into you, quicker and harder, chasing his own end.

"So close, mi Cielito. Just a little more, I know you can take more. Take it."

Your legs are near to giving up, thighs shook from the exertion, but you stayed still, stayed good for him and let him use you all he wants. You were rewarded with a tight embrace, and the warm feeling of his cum painting your walls. He finally slowed down, hips stuttering as he slowly pulled out. Your legs finally gave out and you went limp on the soft mattress, Rudy followed with you to keep embracing you from behind, giving your back little pecks of kisses and nuzzling on your shoulder.

"Muy bien, mi Cielito. You did so good for me." You felt his warm breath on your neck as he kissed you just under your ear, caressing your hips and just showering you with all the love he could give. You'd love to stay like that for eternity, engulfed in his affection, you could never get used to it. Unfortunately, it had to end sooner than you wished. He pulled away, leaving your behind exposed to the cold air, but not for long as you felt strong arms flip you to lay on your back.

You find all of them above you, even Alejandro and Graves now free from their restraints on the seat.

"Still with us, Cariño?" Asked Valeria and you smiled, letting out a sigh that's more of a stuttered laugh. You couldn't help the heat crawling back up your skin seeing them all looking down at you, you swallowed a lump in your throat before answering.

"Never left." You spoke, part smugness, part teasing. They all smiled, fully understanding what you meant by those words alone—more.

"Good." Alejandro growls, and your stomach drops at the feral look he gives you, his smile widening, tongue going over his teeth like watching food served to him on a silver platter.

"Because two of us just learned how to share."

(To be continued…)

[wheresarizona]

Arizona’s End of the Year Roundup

Hey, besties! This has been a fucking year, let me tell you, and life really decided to throw me some curve balls over this last month just to keep me on my toes.

2024 was a year of new journeys—I started my new life of official singledom, I cut off all of my hair, I quit the best job I’ve ever had to start a new one with better opportunities, I got healthier both mentally and physically, and lost 50 lbs, I got many new piercings and tattoos, I made new friends, and for the first time in probably my entire life, I got to be happy and focus on myself. Things weren’t always smooth; there were definitely hiccups along the way, but you know what? I made it, and you did, too.

I just wanna thank everyone for their love and support. All of the comments and asks I got this past year, really kept me going, and you have no idea what they meant to me. I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU!!! ❤️❤️❤️

I thought I’d do a little writing roundup, in case you’re interested:

Total words on posted fics and WIPs: 205,993

- Total words written for Learning to Live: 142,852

Most amount of words posted: Learning to Live Chapter 34 - 24,017

Least amount of words posted: Brunettes - 798

My favorite thing I wrote: Javi’s bit about grief in chapter 32 of LTL. I was battling my own grief at the time, and it was very cathartic to go on a similar journey as Cielito, and for her to have someone so loving and supportive.

My least favorite thing I wrote: It’s only because it’s fighting me and the words aren’t coming as easy as usual, but chapter 35 of LTL. Love the content, hate the difficulty.

The thing I’m most surprised I wrote: Columba. I saw one preview for Gladiator 2, heard his voice, and I was done for.

My guilty pleasure that I wrote with me in mind: but he’s the one I want. DBF!Joel has me in a chokehold right now and I maybe, possibly might be writing a follow up…

4 things I watched on repeat while writing:

- The Emperor’s New Groove (2000)

- Rodger’s and Hammerstein’s Cinderella (1997)

- Chicago (2002)

- Les Misérables (2012)

(As you can tell, I love musicals)

Most listened to playlists while writing: Hadestown (Original Broadway Cast Recording) and my Taylor Swift playlist

My go-to writing drinks: Iced soy chai (Starbucks, preferred), Diet Dr. Pepper, or water

My go-to writing snack: Candy (type depends on the mood I’m in. Lately it’s been Hi-Chews)

My favorite place to write: My comfy chair in the corner of my room I got specifically for writing.

My least favorite place to write: Work—too many distractions at this new one.

The wildest places I wrote smut: Outback Steakhouse parking lot while I waited for my food, and sitting at a table at Outback Steakhouse while celebrating my sister’s birthday. (Don’t know what it is about Outback Steakhouse that gets the words flowing)

That’s all I could think to include, but if you have more you wanna know, just let me know!

There are so many people I wanna thank, and I’m gonna try and tag as many as my exhausted brain can remember right now: @juletheghoul @theorganasolo @littlemisspascal @katareyoudrilling @devineconjuring @kilamonster @iamskyereads @theetherealbloom @agg5041 @heareball @artsy-girl-76 @toomanystoriessolittletime @thevoiceinyourheadx and 🌱

Happy New Year, everyone!

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Thank you for the tags @ironheartwriter @emsprovisions @whatsintheboxmh 💕 More from my Kali fic.

Que seamos solo tu y yo

Aquí en nuestro planeta, aquí en nuestro planeta

TK turns in Carlos’s embrace, looping his arms around his neck as Carlos tightens his grip on his hips. TK takes in the contented look on his face, the soft smile and the way his eyes are heavy-lidded.

“Hi husband.”

Carlos chuckles again, the low reverberations rumbling through his chest and into TK’s where they’re touching.

“Hello, my husband,” he whispers back, placing a featherlight kiss to TK’s brow. “Mi amor.” TK closes his eyes in response to another kiss to his cheek. “Mi cielito.” A lingering kiss to his lips. “Mi corazon.”

TK feels his heart melting into molten liquid, can’t bring himself to do much more than sigh and whisper his husband's name.

“Carlos.”

“Tyler.”

They sway together in the moonlight, bare feet sinking deeper into the soft sand as the waves lap closer and closer to their ankles with the waxing tide, dancing slowly along with them to the song that’s soundtracked their honeymoon. It feels like a bookend.

“I’m not ready to go back,” TK says eventually. Carlos grunts in agreement. TK sighs happily. Carlos has been relaxed and open the whole week, but he still needs to check. “Did you have a good honeymoon, baby?”

Tagging @carlos-in-glasses @nisbanisba @paperstorm @orchidscript @chicgeekgirl89 @welcometololaland @bonheur-cafe @heartstringsduet @tommy-kinard-buckley @honeybee-taskforce @tellmegoodbye @alrightbuckaroo @thisbuildinghasfeelings @ladytessa74 @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @pimento-playing-hopscotch @basilsunrise @literateowl @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @freneticfloetry @sapphic--kiwi @herefortarlos @americansrequiems @captain-gillian @carlos-tk @fifthrideroftheapocalypse @fitzherbertssmolder @strandnreyes @filet-o-feelings @fallout-mars @your-catfish-friend @kiwichaeng @iboatedhere @tinyluminaryzombie @guardian-angle22 @theghostofashton @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @never-blooms @decafdino @certifiedflower and OPEN TAG 🏷️

[knmaskitten]

Nonsense ˚⊹♡

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru/ afab!reader.

Summary: Based on Sabrina Carpenter's espresso and nonsense. You met Oikawa Tooru at a bar in Argentina, Oikawa has always been the type of guy to have hundrends of women thrown at him but this encounter was different because this time he wanted to throw himself at you.

warnings/tags: afab!fem reader. A lot of slapping. Oral f and m recieving. Fingering. Very badly written smut. Use of spanish. Hair pulling. not pulling out. Mentions of the pill. Unprotected P in V. Not rough but also not vanilla?. No use of y/n. No physical descriptions of reader. Lots of badly written banter. CRINGE.

notes: I love writing about oikawa he is a little piece of shit and I love him! this fic was not proof read as I would fucking cringe doing so. English is not my main language so I apologize for any bad grammar. As always my AO3 is here.

wc: 3,240.

minors DNI. +18 only

You were sitting alone on a stool at a very crowded bar. You could hear the different chatter intertwine as you were waiting for your friend Luciana to arrive. Today it was girls’ night, so, of course, you decided to dress up a little more nicely than you usually do. Your pick for today was a very tight bodycon black dress with a squared neckline that, well, did wonders for your entire body. You decided not to mess with your hair, as it naturally framed your face beautifully and gave your face a sort of brightness.

You felt your phone buzz; it was a text from your friend: “Lo siento, nena. Voy algo tarde” (I’m sorry, baby. I’m a little bit late) you read on the screen of your phone. You sighed. Part of you knew how tardy Luciana liked to be and, moreso, allowed herself to be. This wasn’t really a surprise to you, nor did it anger you; you just limited yourself to resigning to this. Today was going to be a good day, you told yourself, and no tardiness was going to disturb your mindset today.

When the bartender passed you your mojito (which you ordered extra sweet), you drank up, dark red lipstick staining the glass as it left your lips.  You swirled the ice around and left it at the table as you saw a dark brown-haired guy approach the seat next to yours. This made you skeptical, as you saw through his real intentions.

“No sé si vos sabés, pero ese asiento está ocupado” (I don’t know if you know, but that seat is taken), you said with parsimony, waiting for him to move. He looked foreign to you, and something in his aura made you feel weirdly interested in him. You analyzed his eyes, which were brown, seductive, and had a playful hint behind them.

“¿Por quién? No veo a nadie, pretty lady.” (By who? I don't see anyone), he said playfully, the last part forcefully in his home language, like he was challenging you. And you were so not having his shit, who does he think he was?

"Look, pretty boy, I’m not really playing around here.” You said it in a low tone, matching his language, which you knew, and you were glad that you took those extra classes in college all for this weird moment.

“Do you want to share a drink or something?” He put both hands up, tacitly asking for a truce between you and him.

You actually thought about his offer; he was good-looking, very good-looking, like the type of guy you could be pining for, and he could never be interested in you. And you could not believe he was hitting on you, of all people. You were having a hard time deciding between girls’ night or going home with this stranger, but you had a strong resolve. You promised Luciana this.

And well, it wasn’t like guys didn’t hit on you, but not these types of guys, not guys that looked toned and heaven-like. And you didn’t want anything to do with him; it was too weird for you. But also, it was sweet to think that he was flirting with you (in a very weird manner).

“Do I look like I want a drink?” You spat, arching your brow. “And you look very young. ¿Qué edad tienes cielito? ¿Seguro que puedes venir a estos lugares?” (How old are you, honey? Are you sure you can come to these places?)

He looked annoyed at this, like you touched a very sensitive fiber on him. He replied, gritting his teeth:

“Tengo 24 querida” (I’m 24, dear) 

“I could swear you were younger.”You laughed at this clearly mocking him. You know, you might as well have some fun while Luciana arrived, you do love the idea of men wrapped around your finger. So you did what you thought was best; you moved you hair out of the way and leaned in, cleary with intentions of showing your cleavage. You gave him a half-lidded look:

“You shouldn’t get lost in these kind of places, you might get a very unpleasant surprise.” You shrugged then took a sip of your drink.

“Like you?” He sarcastically replied, getting closer as well. He should not be getting any ideas, you were the one leading this conversation not him. You had power, he had his looks only.

“Believe me I’m not the unpleasant one here” 

The vanilla perfume you wore today had him on a whirl, he felt like never before. You were one of the first girls that did not want to throw themselves at him and it was killing his ego. You looked wonderfull in your dress and he could be drooling over it. You looked like someone who might turn him down and that was so exciting for him, a kind of feeling at the pit of his stomach bubbled at the thought.

“I’m Oikawa Tooru” he stated, almost fiercely, as if he wanted you to tattoo this information on your head.

“Mmm…Oikawa…Tooru…Ah! you play on the San Juan don’t you?” You loved volleyball, since you were little. You nevere pursued a career on it but you practiced often and you had muscles thanks to it.

“You…know me? And you don’t want me?” He bluntly said in disbielef. You knew him, and you didn’t drool over him. That was a stabbing right to his ego, it hurted like hell.

“Why would I? You’re just a guy”

“Eh! Just a guy?” You were definitely killing him, tearing his ego one by one.

“Why, can’t stand rejection?” You giggled, clearly mocking him.

“Is that your way or rejecting me?”

“Perhaps.”

“Well I don’t really think so, cielito.”

Before you could reply your phone rang, and Luciana’s number was shown on the screen alongside a picture of the two of you together. You were sticking out your tongue while she gave you bunny ears with two of her fingers. You thought the worst; you knew something was up.

“Pelotuda, no me jodas que te pasó algo.” (Motherfucker, don’t tell me something happened to you.) You said it rapidly as you picked up the phone, omitting the hello.

“Mira, nena, la verdad es que estoy acá y no te veo en ningún lado.” (Look, babe, the truth is, im here and I don’t see you anywhere.)

“Boluda…No me digas que te equivocaste de bar.” (Idiot, don’t tell me you got the bar wrong.)

“Era el bar María, ¿No?” (It was the María bar, right?)

“¡No!, era el Alfredo’s” (No! it was Alfredo's.) You hissed angrily.

You had it sometimes with Luciana; she was your best friend but that didnt mean you had to agree to everything she did. This was one of those days, and honestly? fuck it. You stood up, furiously placing some argentinian pesos on top of the table and standing from your stool. You were hearing a series of apologetic words on the other line that came like a current towards your ear. You were not having it.

“Luciana, silencio. No quiero escuchar más; dejamos la salida para otro día, boluda.” (Luciana, silence. I don’t want to hear it anymore; we will leave it for another day, idiot.)

And with that, you hung up, not really wanting to hear Luciana’s response. You picked up your black purse and fixed your hair. As you were walking out, you turned on your heels. Filled with determination, you walked towards a very confused Oikawa. You placed your hand on top of his and led him out of the bar with you, and he happily obliged without saying a word.

Oikawa and you did not exchange words on the way to your apartment. It was a very comfortable silence. He had his hand on top of your thigh, applying a little bit of pressure every so often. You liked it; you liked how he felt all mushy for you and how he was trembling so slightly with desire. You could feel how he bubbled with the same intensity as you did.

When you arrive at your apartment, both of you stay quiet and still on the doorway, first admiring your dimly lit living room and secondly thinking of what the hell to do. Oikawa knew this routine very well; he was a girls’ boy at the end of the day, and he had his fun often. But you clouded his judgment, and he wasn’t really able to dictate what to do as he usually did.

You grew tired of the indecision on his part and rolled your eyes. You clearly didn’t give a fuck about anything right now (and perhaps usually), and this brief moment of silence was appeasing the feeling in your lower belly, and you didn’t want that. So, you did what every girl in your place would do: you took him by the collar and crashed your lips together. 

It started as a clumsy kiss, and it evolved into something more complicated, intense, and hungry. Your hands were exploring his hair as he hugged you by your hips. You knew he was tall, and you thanked your shoes for giving you a lot more height than you had because it would have been harder to do this if it weren’t for it. He stopped kissing you for a moment, breathing heavily.

“Can I touch you?”

“Do it.” You demanded.

He resumed the kiss, now guiding it. He started by grabbing your ass and squishing it hard, then slapping it, to which you let out a small whimper in between kisses. He definitely liked your ass because he groped it several times. His hands then wandered towards your hips, where he squished your sides. You liked it—how strong his hands were, how extremely feral you knew he could be.

“Do not restrain yourself. Don’t you dare, Oikawa.” 

And so he didn’t. He turned you around and bent you on top of your kitchen counter, giving you a hard, dull slap on your ass. Your tits sprung out of your dress, getting hard when they hit the cold surface, and you shut your eyes, biting your lip. He started generating friction between his crotch and your ass, and you could feel him. You felt how big he was and how much he needed to eat you up. 

His hands went to your hair, pulling you up; your back was arched, and your ass was glued in place to his erection. You allowed yourself to be; you really needed to blow some stress out, and this looked like the perfect opportunity, so you did what you needed to do and what you knew was going to feel freeing. You moaned loudly and clearly. He seemed to briefly stop what he was about to do when he heard you, spellbound. 

“You’re such a good girl when you want to, huh?” He said it in your neck, his warm breath hitting your cold skin. The hairs on your skin sprung up.

It was May, and the coldness could be felt throughout the region already, so it was so comforting how he held you because he exuded a certain kind of dangerous warmth, the intoxicating kind. You wanted to be filled with it. And tacitly obliging to your wishes, he took both your breasts in his hands and started playing with them.

“How dare you. Driving me crazy with this little black dress of yours”

He pinched one of your nipples, erecting a moan out of your throat. He also started biting your neck, leaving hard hickeys (that were definitely going to leave a mark), licks and bites, hard bites, praising you for your noises. His other hand found the hem of your dress, impatiently playing with it as his head grew lighter with lust.

“Undress me.” 

You always were one to demand, and you loved how he followed your orders without hesitation. He turned you around and lifted you up; you were facing him, and your core was against his crotch, creating a blissfully good friction. You were growing wetter by the minute, and you knew you were going to start to get extremely needy if he didn’t hurry.

“Shit, sorry. Which one is the door to your room?”

“The one to the right.” you giggled, out of breath.

He placed you gently on the bed, then, without hesitation, took out your dress, leaving you in your underwear. You definitely felt exposed, but you were not going to allow yourself to cower in this moment.

“Enjoying the view?”

Oikawa was never a guy to stick with someone for a long period of time; he would rather be alone but have fun and, in all of his conquests, he was never this head over heels for someone. He saw you at the bar, and some kind of dream came true for him. You were beautiful; you made him want to keep looking, keep digging, and know as much about you as possible. And he met you an hour ago! 

“I’m going to make you learn my name tonight.” he bluntly stated.

“Oikawa…”

“Moan it.”

And as he said that, he pushed himself on top of you and started sucking on one of your nipples, nibbling and licking as well. You were on extasis; it felt so incredibly good to have an experienced mouth working so intensely on your pleasure. And while doing so, one of his hands travelled down to your panties, feeling the wet spot you were leaving.

“You’re such a brat with me, while your pussy fucking cries for me.”

Oh, my god.

He started to rub slow circles on the spot where your clit should be.  You let out small crying whimpers. You felt so impatient; you wanted him to rip your underwear and fucking touch you, to end this misery and let you have what you needed the right way. You could feel how experienced he was, looking at you half-lidded with his hazel brown eyes. He started to slide down your panties, painfully slow, until your core was fully exposed to him.

What he did then surprised you: he slapped you directly on your clit and you arched your back at this, moaning. He seemed cocky as he watched you squirm under his touch, he wanted more of this, so much more. So he did what he knew you were going to love. He spread you out (until your legs felt that muscular pain of stretching) and buried his face between your legs. 

His tongue was the first thing you felt, eating you like you were this man’s last meal on earth. He sucked on your clit and applied preassure to it while also fucking you with his tongue. He helped by introducing one finger inside you and pumping it in and out. You were a loud mess; you could feel how he touched you as every nerve in your body was alert and crisped up. His sole finger made you feel like you were so freaking close to your orgasm, and then he flicked on your clitoris, the overstimulation filling you up.

He introduced a second finger, increasing his pace as he tried to reach your g spot (which he succeeded in). 

“Tooru.” You moaned loudly, feeling overwhelmed by ecstasy.

His pace only went up by this, as if you were chanting his name in a volleyball game. And this is how he was going to win. He was going to make you feel so good that you could never forget his fingers and his dick. You were going to be his and his only.

“Don’t shut up; be fucking loud, hermosa.”

He didn’t stop and, with the right amount of pressure of his fingers, you came undone with his fingers, covering them with slick.

“You're such a good girl when you’re filled up. Not very commanding now, are you?”

“Put your fucking dick inside me, Tooru.”

“Watch that tone, preciosa. You’re going to make me punish you if you behave badly.”

“Tooru, please.” You pleaded.

You sat up as you said this, looking up at him with your mouth slightly parted and huffing as you were recovering from your orgasm. Your hand approached his belt, and he knew this was game over as he allowed you to unbuckle his pants and push them down. You stayed still, admiring his length through his boxers, before cupping it with your hand. You stood up, not breaking eye contact for one second, kneeling down in front of him.

You placed both of your hands on the hem of his boxers and pushed it down, exposing his length. You were mesmerized by how big he was; you couldn’t wait to be filled to the brim with him.

Please.

Oh, god, please.

You grabbed his length and put it in your mouth and you started bobbing your head in an almost rhythmic succession. It was ever so slightly, but you could hear Oikawa whimper and blush because of your ministrations, and you felt incredible because of it. You decided to deep-throat him. As you sucked and masturbated him with your hand as well, you slowly saw Oikawa get more and more flustered, as if this were his Achilles talon.

“Baby, don’t you dare stop.”

He said this as he grabbed your head with one of his hands and started moving it at a higher pace. This was difficult for you as you were in need of air and you were choking at times but he didn't really care; he just wanted to come in your face. And when that moment came, you were a panting mess with cum coating your face. He admired you, looking at you as if you were a trophy to admire and take care of.

He didn’t wait for both of you to calm down; he made you stand up and bent you over the bed. Once again, he slapped your ass, this time leaving various red marks on it. He pumped his length twice; that was all he needed.

“You’re on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

And with that, he aligned himself with your entrance and started to thrust. Oikawa loved the view, how your ass bounced every time he thrust into you, how your tits were a fucking mess, and your muffled moans. Oh, your moans—those were music to his ears; he couldn’t describe it otherwise than an angelic cry. You were being stretched out by his dick; it was big for you, and he did not give you space to adapt; you had to adapt to him. Every thrust felt like a piece of heaven given to you.

He placed one hand at your hip and the other one in your clit, stimulating you. He wanted you to come; that was clear, and there was something you wanted from him as well. When you felt his first moan, you knew he was going to get close, so you asked what you wanted.

“Don’t pull out.”

“Baby…”

“I’m on the pill, It will be fine, I swear.”

And when you came, he came afterwards inside you. You felt happy as you plopped down into bed with him beside you. He kissed your forehead and helped you clean up, and as you were both feeling tired, you decided to sleep.

This surely was nonsense, but at least you now have someone to rely on when you need to blow stress off.

Thank you for reading <3

masterlist and more.

[thedirtybeanlife]

If you’re down for it could you write a chubby nb reader x Rudy or Alejandro? (Can be SFW or NSFW I don’t mind pookie)

(ofc! it's a little short, but i hope you enjoy!! <33)

Alejandro x Reader

You stand in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for tonight's dinner. Alejandro had been at work since early this morning, way before the sun had risen. Knowing he would be hungry, you ran out to the store and bought the things to make his favorite meal; carne asada, homemade flour tortillas, and fresh pico de gallo. Quickly working, you take the steak that has been marinating since this morning out of the fridge and place it on the counter.

Walking outside, you open the lid of the grill and throw the meat onto the hot rack, closing the lid again and bringing everything else outside and place it on the counter surrounding the grill from a safe distance, making a makeshift outdoor kitchen. After placing everything down, you start chopping the red onion, cilantro, tomatoes, and a jalapeño to make the fresh pico de gallo. You carefully squeeze in some lime juice from a fresh lime and mix it all together, covering it and sitting it aside.

Just as you go to start preparing to make the homemade tortillas with the dough you had made a little bit ago, you hear footsteps approaching you making you look up with a smile.

"Huele increíble aquí, mi amor," Alejandro says with a smile as he walks over to you and wraps his arms around you, effortlessly picking you up like you weigh nothing making you blush slightly. Even after all these years together, you struggled with accepting his affection when it came to your physical appearance.

"I figured you've had a long day, so I'm making your favorite," you say with a grin as he holds you in his strong arms, your feet still not touching the ground below.

"Carne Asada, huh? You know me so well, mi cielito," he laughs before placing a kiss to your lips and putting you back down, moving to lean against the counter your working on.

You smile happily up at him, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek before going back to rolling out the flour tortillas and placing them on a tea towel carefully. You then put a cast iron skillet on the burner of the grill, heating it up and oiling it slightly so the dough doesn't stick.

"I was also thinking i could make you and the boys some dulce de leche mousse this weekend for the gathering Rudy has planned," you offer sweetly.

"I think everyone would love that, baby," he smiles and nods as he watches you, "Do you want any help?"

"Absolutely not. This is my treat to you. You work too hard all day to have to come home and make dinner too," you scold playfully, swatting him away with your dish towel as he tries to step in and help.

He laughs as you swat him away and puts his hands up in mock surrender, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and placing his chin on it after. Alejandro runs his large hands under your apron and shirt, his calloused fingers gently grabbing at your plump flesh and caressing it as he runs his fingers along your curves whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you work.

Within thirty minutes, everything is done and Alejandro insisted he at least could set the table. After a few minutes of trying to tell him no, you give up and he happily walks inside to grab plates and silverware for the table. You carry all of the food inside in two trips and place it in respect places on the kitchen table.

"Dios mío, mi amor. esto se ve increíble," Alejandro gapes at the food as he watches you set it down.

You laugh at his reaction and grab two glasses, pouring some wine into each, handing him one and putting yours down on the table. You pile food on his plate before sitting down and doing the same to yours. He digs in immediately, moaning around a mouthful of steak and tortilla, nodding before swallowing and going in for another large bite.

"Calm down, Alejandro!" you laugh, "It's not going anywhere. you're going to choke, Baby." your smile widens as you look at him from across the table.

"Amor, this is simply the best thing you've ever made," he says in astonishment.

"Ale, honey, you say that every time i make it," you laugh softly and take a bite of your food, eating at a slower pace than Alejandro so you don't choke.

"And I mean it every time," he says seriously around mouthful of food, manners fully forgotten as he savors every bite.

Later that evening, after everything's been cleaned and leftovers are put in the fridge, you and Alejandro sit on the couch, watching a random western movie he had put on, neither of you paying any mind to it as you lay in each others arms, talking about your days and what you did. His fingers run through your hair as you cuddle into his chest under the fuzzy blanket draped over both of you. With his other hand, he slowly runs his hand up and down your back under your shirt, his nails grazing comfortingly over your soft skin.

"i love you, Ale," you say softly, placing a kiss to his jawline.

"I love you more, mi amor," Alejandro responds with a grin, placing a kiss to your lips.

The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch, simply basking in the comfort you bring each other, never more content than in this moment.

[mayweneverdie]

May I request maybe Charles smith and his s/o relaxing after a long day of work, laying together on their bedrolls next to the campfire 🫶

By the Fire

I’m actually so happy with all these requests omg

Cw: possible ooc

Notes: canon time, single space instead of double space to see how it formats

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A small sigh of relief escapes Charles lips as he sets the axe against the oak stump in front of him. He spent nearly the entire day doing chores. With everything done, he sauntered over to his things to grab a change of clothes, soap, and a cloth. He draped his clothes over his arm with the soap and cloth in his hand before heading towards a shady and hidden part of the lake to bathe.

Lake water never looked better than right now. He tossed his shirt to the side before kicking his pants off as well. One step and another before his waist is submerged. He took his time, making sure to get all the sweat and grime off his body and out of his hair. Once satisfied, he dunks under the water once to rid himself of the suds before getting out.

A cool breeze runs over his body as he dries himself, causing goosebumps to raise on his arms. Charles quickly dresses himself before heading back to camp, bringing his things with him. Just one more stop before he’s lying with you, which is just putting his soap away and placing his dirty clothes into a basket to be washed tomorrow.

Two hands snake their way around his waist, one hand holding the opposite wrist. Looking over his shoulder, Charles quickly realized it was you. He smiles softly to you before he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Fires warm, care to join me?” You ask with an inviting smile, threading your fingers into his damp hair, “I can comb your hair if you’d like.” You add on. Charles nods and kisses your forehead.

“I’d like that.” Charles murmurs into your hair before letting you go to get cozy on his bedroll. You grin with his acceptance and get behind him, kneeling a little so you can really see what you’re doing. The comb starts from the bottom, making sure any knots down there are gone before going up. For how much work he had accomplished, his hair was remarkably detangled.

To keep his hair from getting messy in the morning, you quickly braid it and tie the end up with a ribbon like string. You admire your work for a moment before kissing his cheek and laying in the bedroll next to him. You look up to him for a moment. He looked gorgeous with the fire glowing on his skin. Charles quickly noticed, but said nothing.

“Thank you.” He whispered to you with a soft smile. He takes a moment to admire the braid as well before laying with you. Everything felt so peaceful, nearly perfect. Javier’s guitar playing, crickets chirping, and the sound a breeze going through the summer leaves was all you need to feel your heart slow down. You began to hum with the song once you recognized it as Cielito Lindo. You didn’t quite understand the words, but they were pretty to hear nonetheless.

Noticing how happy you looked, Charles reaches his hand out to rest on your waist. He waits a few moments before pulling you near him. You had no qualms at all, you rather liked it. Eyes still closed, you get in closer to sleep in his hold. He quickly notices and kisses the top of your head before closing his eyes as well.

It was quite unusual for him to be so affectionate, but you didn’t mind one bit. His newfound affection lulled you right to sleep knowing nothing was wrong.

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I was in the middle of writing this and a certain someone liked my post and MADE ME LOSE ALL PROGRESS!! So i had to restart 😭. Also i just remembered i have to write for onward to canada, please give idea on what to write in next part pls n thx 🙏 also do yall prefer the single or double space between paragraphs?

[always-andromeda]

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐉𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,109

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Once you get involved with Javier Pena, he never goes away...

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: So this is one of my first official times writing for a Pedro character?? New era I guess!!!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (minors, do not interact), fingering, soft!dom Javier, but he's also a little bit of an asshole, the tiniest bit of angst if you squint, nothing else I can think of!

With his fingers circling your clit, Javier Peña is close to completely figuring you out. He doesn’t admit it to himself, but his imagination had wandered in this direction before. Too many times he found himself drifting off, wondering what it would feel like to be knuckle deep in your cunt. What kind of pornographic sounds he’d drag out of you with each pump. What kind of taste would be dripping from his fingers, lingering on his tongue when he kissed you so deep that you’d drown in him.

Those images were way more intoxicating than anything else he’d tried. Now there was something worse than any selfish Wall Street junkie or vindictive narco; a DEA agent craving a drug that he’d never even touched in the first place. At least until now. 

He has you on his couch, partially because you’d refused to let him show you to his bed. But you should’ve known that Javier didn’t need a bed to get you under him. All he needed was a spark. And your attitude when matched with his stubborn resolve happened to create just the right amount of friction.

“Tell me how you like it,” Javier rasped. “Use your words, cielito, I know you’ve got them. Or have I managed to steal that voice of yours?”

You wonder if he’s right because you don’t even have it in you to argue. For weeks you’d gone back and forth with him. You brought him coffee in the morning, sighed when he looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes, and thanked you with an earnestness that would’ve made you smile if you weren’t aware of his reputation.

Everyone knew that Javier was an asshole who…got around. Even in your short time in the office, you’d heard plenty of the whorehouse jokes about him to know that if you let him smooth talk you into anything, he’d become a headache you’d never get rid of.

You could already feel the migraine brewing when you remembered his tendency to stop you at the copier and talk your ear off until your supervisor was fuming at your lack of productivity.

“Look, Peña, I’m just here to do my job,” you explained.

Javier’s brow furrowed and he replied cockily, “No one said we couldn’t have some fun while we work…”

You sighed. Then thought for a moment on how to let him down in a way that would keep him down. “Usually if I have sex with someone…it’s not because I just want to have fun. It’s because I like them.”

“So you don’t like me?”

“To be honest, Peña, I don’t feel all that strongly about you one way or the other.”

“Then how does Friday night sound?” He shot back with little hesitance.

“For what?”

“For me to sway your opinion,” he promised with a tilted head and a smirk that made you want to groan.

What you didn’t anticipate Friday night sounding like was you trying to hold back sighs while Javi had you liking him more and more with every second. Turns out, his hands were a little more persuasive than his velvety tone. Something about it scared you. How it took so little effort for him to smooth himself under your skin. How all it took was his lips parting and his hand traveling south. The taste of ash on his tongue and the smell of leather and sweat invading your senses as he made your whole being sway deeper and deeper into him.

You thought he'd be rougher; that he'd given so much of himself to his work that he'd be all too willing to take. But he's not rough so much as he's experienced. You wonder where he'd gotten all the free time to get this good. Wonder how many women before you he's made completely crumble. And the more your mind wanders, the more Javi notices.

"Ah, ah, eyes on me," he commands gently. Javi's circles slow and you know that he wouldn't hesitate to stop entirely. His ruthlessness has your eyes wide, fixed on his. Ever so slightly, he smirks and you feel him speed up again.

Before you know it, those tight, quick circles wind you up all over again. The tension seems to build on top of itself. Over and over again until it's pooling at your core and rushing through your veins to the tips of your fingers and toes.

A whine comes out almost involuntarily from some deep part of your throat. It's a place where Javi leans down to place a kiss on. Almost like he's thanking your vocal cords for paying him with such sweet sounds.

You feel the rumble of his voice against your skin as he murmurs, "There you go. Let it all out for me."

You could almost hate him. How dare he give you those stupid puppy dog eyes all throughout dinner. How dare he coax you back to his apartment with just a few words. And how dare he get you this bad when he's only undone a handful of buttons between you both. 

Almost. 

The rest of your head is flooded with dopamine. It clouds your judgment. Silences the part of yourself that tells you to yank his hand from your pants for a few seconds longer. Just long enough for that tension to bubble over completely.

You hold his wrist right where it is as he draws your climax out, lets you ride the shimmering waves of pleasure until there's nothing left to feel. Just the heat of his breath on your throat as he places soft kisses on your flesh. You could get used to this.

"Ready to take these off?" Javier asks, hand cupping the mound of flesh that only wants more and more of him.

And there comes that worry all over again. "Actually, I should keep them on," you reply quickly. The edges of your vision are still fuzzy when you sit up, shifting away from Javier. You're swiftly buttoning your pants up, tucking your shirt in, and regaining the feeling of your toes in your shoes.

Javier's brows furrow in confusion. "What's the hurry? Why are you leaving?"

Standing on wobbly legs, you take a deep breath before the words leave your reddened, kiss-stained lips, "Because if I have sex with you, I'm going to fall in love with you." The sentence hangs in the air long after you fix your hair. The rejection rattles him so deep that he doesn't even say goodbye. Hell, neither do you. All that lingers are your words, your perfume, and his breath, heavy with the feeling of you.

[cielito--lindo]

of lavenders and marigolds

wc: 1.2k

a/n: small angst and a small amount of fluff! part 2 of Game Set Match

Part One.

You paced around your office, practically biting off your thumbnail from the stress. It’s been years since you’ve entered the dating pool. Fuck, did you even know how to flirt still? Did you need new clothes? Shoes? Should you look up the menu ahead of time and make sure you didn’t order something he’d still taste when you kissed? Your body froze mid-pace - kiss? Did you want to...kiss Iida?

You had seen Ingenium in the press, his confidence showing in the way he presented himself to the media and the public. You also weren’t blind, you always thought he’d been handsome during school, but holy shit. You pulled up the google search you had opened on your phone. You didn’t think it was possible for Tenya to get even bigger, but the man was built like a brick shithouse. 

Maybe kissing Iida wouldn’t be the worst idea. Jesus Christ, is this actually happening?

The blaring of your phone snapped you back to the present, you raised an eyebrow in confusion as you answered. “Kiri?”

“So, Iida, huh?” You could practically hear the smirk on his face “Didn’t think he was your type.”

You felt like your eyes roll on their own “And what would be my type, Eiji? Wait-how the fuck do you already know??”

Kirishima hummed “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe 6’4, blonde, a little grumpy, and has an explosive personality.” Not this again. You loved Kirishima, you really did, but he had been trying to get you and Bakugou to reconcile from the start, “Ura posted in the group chat. I hate seeing Mom and Dad fight, man.”

“Well, it looks like you’re gonna have a new mommy soon anyway” You muttered “Kiri, the man can do what he wants and who he wants. He’s grown and that’s his business, but I can do the same shit. If he has something to say, he can be a big boy and call me on his own.” You hung up before you could get more heated. Taking a deep breath, you sunk down in your office chair and tried to focus on the mountain of paperwork in front of you. 

Your phone went off again and your quickly snatched it “Kiri, I swear to god, if Bakugou has a fucking problem with me going out to dinner with Iida, you can kindly tell him to eat my fucking ass.”

You heard a quiet chuckle on the other line that was distinctively not Kirishima. “It's nice to know you haven't changed a bit since school.” Iida’s voice was filled with amusement. “I hope this dinner goes well; I’d hate to be on your bad side.”

Your stomach sank at Iida’s voice “Holy shit, Tenya!” You cursed yourself for not looking at the caller ID “I am so so sorry, I wasn’t expecting your call so soon!” 

“It’s okay! When Ochako gave me your number, I wanted to make sure you weren’t simply feeling pressured to say yes” He paused for a moment “Looking back now, I fear that I may seem a little too eager.” 

A small smile formed on your lips “Trust me, Tenya, I am definitely not feeling pressured. It’s sweet of you to call to check in though. Eagerness is a good quality.” 

Talking with Iida felt so natural, there was never a lull in your conversation. He asked about your pro-hero work, complimenting you on the success of your newest charity organization; he also asked about your family and surprised you at remembering the names of your niece and nephews “Jeez, Iida. If I didn’t know about your attention to detail, I’d be convinced you were stalking me.” You teased.

Tenya let out a small choking sound “Oh god, no, I swear I wasn’t stalking you!” You laughed at the panic in his tone. He relaxed at the sound of your laughter through his phone speakers “I just like paying attention to the people I like.” 

His soft confession made your heart squeeze. Oh, lord.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of your assistants trying to get your attention through the glass office doors. They seemed borderline frantic. 

“Y/N?” 

Shit. “Oh, sorry, Iida, my assistant is trying to flag me down.”

“That’s alright” He hummed 

“So, tonight at 7?” You confirmed. Hold on, you mouthed as your assistant started aggressively knocking.

“Tonight at 7. I look forward to seeing you.”

You grinned as he ended the call. 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Alright!!” You all but yelled as you stomped over and ripped the door open. “Where’s the fuckin’ fire?” Your assistant, Maia, stared at you wide-eyed. “Maia, you practically shattered my door. What’s going on?”

“You-uh. You got a package, boss.” She said, nervously. 

You gave her a flat look, “Maia, I get packages every day. Just sort if it’s personal or fan-mail.” You went to close the door, but Maia made a concerned noise that stopped you.

“I-I was told to deliver it to you personally, boss.” She quickly dashed over to her desk and pulled out a massive bouquet of marigolds and lavender. Your eyes widened as she returned and shoved them into your arms.

You spluttered as some of the stems covered your mouth, this was one of the biggest flower displays you’ve ever received. Marigolds weren’t easy to come by around Musutafu, especially outside of blooming season, but they were your absolute favorites. You breathed in their sweet smell, mixed with the calming scent of lavender.. “Did they come with a card or something?” 

Maia shook her head “I couldn’t see one, I asked the delivery guy who they were from and he just shrugged and left.” She paused for a moment, thinking back “Although, I feel like he seemed awfully familiar. Came in a huff, left the flowers, and dipped out. He must work with that popular floral shop downtown, they’re always crazy busy.”

“Yeah, probably.” You said, absentmindedly, tracing the delicate petals. It couldn’t be from the agency, you haven’t hit your anniversary mark yet. Plus, Miriko wasn’t the flower giving type, she usually took you all out for dinner or a big night out. Hitoshi usually gives you flowers for your birthday, but never this early and he’s allergic to lavender. “Thanks, Maia.”

 As you cleared a space for the bouquet, you noticed something shimmer, hanging off one of the stems inside. You reached in and pulled out a silver pendant with a crescent moon, your hero sign, glimmering off the bright lights of your office. You quickly set the vase down and admired the necklace in your hands. Upon further inspection, you realized that the pendant was embedded with moonstone and something clicked in your brain.

Your quirk became amplified by either a full moon or moonstone, but no one knew that except...fuck.

surprise part 2! i guess this is probably going to end up being a multi-part series, which I was not expecting, but it feels so good to write again. thank you all for the support you've given on part 1! i hope you aren't disappointed with future installments! let me know if there's anything you'd like to see going forward!

taglist: @kimsrie

[kay101kim]

dating neil perry <3 (latine version)

warning(s): none:)

pair: neil perry x gn!reader

one shot or hc: hc

note: i got the idea from this post, so thank you so much!! im mexican so it might seem like i mention mexican culture more like music and food (its what i know!), but i do try my best to be inclusive since latin america has such rich history. this is me trying to write within the time period of the 50s/60s <3. let me know if you wish a more modern version, enjoy!

-neil is a love at first sight kind of guy, he literally saw you laughing all giggly and couldn't stop smiling himself

-your friends teased you by singing piel canela by los panchos, "me importas tú, y tú, y tú, y solamente tú~"

-and as you kept laughing, all red, neil finally got the courage from his friends even though his heart was all smushed by your angelic smile

-when he was finally determined to ask you on a date, that man was calm, cool, and collected which made you even more nervous as he approached your friends and you

-he'd give you those puppy dog eyes and you'd immediately melt before a word is even said

-once neil asks you out, it seems a crowd cheers somewhere beyond and neil can only chuckle sheepishly at his friends' reactions

-you guys begin dating and neil finds your culture fascinating! (in a good way lol)

-he'd want to know all the holidays, celebrate with you, to hell with his dad and his rules (he loves you too much <3)

-when he experienced latin music for the first time he would never go back

-he'd buy so many vinyls from different genres and constantly ask you to slow dance in the living room like the love birds you two are

-neil is the type to slowly get into the groove of things to dance cumbia, bachata, salsa

-oh but he will learn and surprise your whole family! it makes you kinda jealous when your primos are there watching him

-but he reminds them of you by giving you a kiss

-you'd hum some songs and be very surprised when he comes along singing the lyrics (maybe not perfect, but it’s so cute)

-it made you realize just how much he is trying to understand you who are, your language, which is so important to you

-you call him 'mi amor' (my love) and he would always ask what that means but you didn't want to say

-it basically means you love him and that was scary

-but imagine him singing cien años by pedro infante? it'd be the first time you'd say 'i love you'

-he alternatively says i love you and te amo because he loves you sooooo! much

-you'd giggle and say "yo tambien te amo, mi amor"

-he would always have cute nicknames like 'my darling' or 'my angel' but then he started using 'cariño'

-only when you two were alone because he was afraid his pronunciation wasn't too well

-you have no idea who he learned it from, but it made you tear up the first time you heard it from him

-his favorite part about being with you is the food, like at one point he'd just be like 'fuck it!' and make tamales with all the women

-his favorite desert is arroz con leche because i said so!

-he can’t handle spicy food, im sorry yall but i have to be accurate, the white genes </3

-curse words/phrases in spanish? he would know them all because your primos would tell him to say [x] and he'd do it without question lmaoo

-obviously you would not stop it because its kinda hilarious, but you would eventually inform him on what the words/phrases mean

-overall he'd get along with your family like they might call him 'guerrito' but he wouldn't mind

-neil would be surprised by the amount of spanish covers from english songs and vice versa, but it really opened his eyes to a new world

-he loves you, your culture, language, food, music, and everything else that comes with it

-sure, sometimes he doesn't understand what you're saying but he makes sure to study real hard and eventually become fluent in spanish

-his favorite part is when you sing to him (or listening to a song), something soft like cielito lindo :( and you watch him fall asleep as you stroke his hair

-neil perry is the best boyfriend fr <3

[carletes]

Now you have to write a ficlet abt them going out to dinner

🧞‍♀️

[headphonesbones]

Shattered dream sans x a reader who works for nightmare- [idk if this is what you mean by like you know writing reqs-]

Cas and Null decided to write this together! Hope you enjoy <3

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Alright, this is probably gonna get real complicated REAL FAST

Man is crazy (obvi)

But he’s thankfully (or maybe not thankfully) crazy for you

Uhhh… good luck with that…

So man, this can go a few ways… None of which are probably good lol

Let’s say you’re close to Nightmare before stuff hits the fan. Well, as close as you can get to him…

He’s kinda emotionally constipated, but we love him (kinda)

Nightmare, if he actually gives a damn about you, probably would be… let’s just say “reluctant” to have you around his newly corrupted brother.

He trusted him even less now tbh

BUT

I mean, at least he’s not suspiciously nice anymore??? /j

So, man’s crazy x2 so both of them are kinda trying to manipulate you in order to “see their side”

Basically, they’re fighting over you. One as a romantic interest and the other as platonic… probably.

But basically, neither are exactly “right”

You were doing a pretty good job at trying to stay away from Shattered!Dream until, one day, he managed to corner you when you were really sleepy

“Oh, poor thing. Aren’t you tired of mercilessly working for that…. Imbecile brother of mine? Come here, rest your head.” Shattered cooed at you from the other end of the room, watching you stumble your way into your house after a particularly rough mission. How did he even get in here? You were too tired to care. You shuffled over to him and slumped down at his feet, resting your head in his lap. He places his hand on your head, tenderly stroking your hair and murmuring sweet nothings. 

So naturally, you were like “whaT THE FU-”

Nah, you totally didn’t suspect anything. I mean, how different could Shattered!Dream be from his old self? (very different, as you’d come to find out)

You hadn’t slept in literal days, you’d just come back from one of Nightmare’s missions, things got messy in that mission, “your husband is dead, we found him with no head” type shenanigans. 

(… the frick did I just say???? ADHD brain is wack as frick, don’t do vegetables, kids)

Your brain was confused and static-y (is that a neurodivergent thing???) and you were just done by that point

You were kinda not too trusting of him, buuuuut… his lap was comfortable, what else can I say, Your Honor?

(I was just in a silly goofy kinda mood, so I fell asleep on my mortal enemy’s lap)

His voice was relaxing, his lap cozy, the mood just right, and you were exhausted beyond belief

So what did you do?

You fell asleep

Anyways

I have no idea if any of this is coherent

When you woke up (like 16 hours later, thanks to exhaustion) you found that you were in your bed.

You, not knowing wtf just happened, are confused, of course.

Was that all a Dream? Well, Dream was involved but NO, IT WAS NOT A DREAM

HIT THE PANIC BUTTON

You have gay panic for a bit until you see the note on your bedside table

He called you mi cielito in the letter.

Mi cielito?? Depending on if you know Spanish, you may be a little confused. Means “my little sky”... what can I say, he’s a sucker for Moon, Sun, Stars, Sky, etc. motifs

Same

Alright, so…

Thankfully, unlike Nightmare, he’s probably not gonna leave dead birds outside of your doorstep

(probably)

You know, for someone that doesn’t really like cats (we all know what I’m talking about), Nightmare sure does act like one… Neko! Nightmare coming up? (I know the word “neko” just dealt +40 psychic damage to one of you out there)

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Alright, I didn’t really answer your request but I am PLANNING on making this a smol series. So like… a few parts? I just really want to get this out! :]

Cas was sorta working off of first caffeine in week, combined with not sleeping in over 24 hours.

Hope you enjoyed! Please, feel free to send as many requests as you want!

[urhoneycombwitch]

I wanna write Javi Peña fic so bad thinking about being his frenemy at work u guys have a mutually exclusive relationship where he flirts like crazy to get it out of his system even tho u know it’s not gonna go anywhere (when in fact he’s successfully wearing u down over time) and you have the benefit of his protection in the field and around the embassy. Javi’s girl. unfuckwithable. and then there’s a blackout when you’re both working late at the office one night and you both decide to camp out for safety instead of going home and he breaks out Noonan’s hidden whiskey. u steal some weed from the stash in the evidence basement. listening to music and lounging around on the floor, passing the joint and bottle between sticky fingers. both down to your underclothes bc it’s so goddamn hot without the AC and Javi’s slutty little chain is sitting high on his chest, sweat coursing in little rivulets down his neck, crooked charming smile under that mustache. leaning a little closer each time you go to pass the vices. trailing his finger up the inside of your arm. “Qué vamos a hacer, cielito…” 😏

[theorganasolo]

Happy New Year's Eve!

Tagging some amazing fics I enjoyed this year ✨

Learning to Live by @wheresarizona- Bestie I'm so proud to call you my friend and I have loved seeing this story grow to what it is now and of course seeing Javi get the softness he deserves - you write Javi so well and I can't wait to see the adventures he and Cielito get up to in the New Year!

It's Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest - I was late starting this story this year and I'm so glad I discovered it when I did! It's chock full of Javi getting the peace he needs post- Narcos and of course, some girl dad Javi snippets! Looking forward to seeing what happens in the New Year!

Worth the Wait (linking the most recent update) by @kteague- What can I say? I loved this story when you first posted and I love it even more now! I'm so happy you decided to keep writing it, each chapter sucks me in even more!

Because of You by @kteague - Gosh what can I say about this that I haven't already? You write Frankie so so well! I love seeing him with his Girasol and two little girls!

Sweet Creature by @wildemaven - I loved this so much!! You write Dieter incredibly well and I got so happy when I saw a new update cross my dash each time - It was nice to see him settle down and find peace (seems to be a common theme of what I like haha)

Until Now, Until You by @wildemaven- Really looking forward to seeing this update in the New Year! You had me hooked with the summary and the first part of this!

Away by @cool-iguana - I just LOVE seeing Javi in love and in domesticity with his wife it's just so incredibly sweet!

Vampire Waltz (linking most recent update) by @wardenparker - I absolutely adore your soulmate sunday fics and this is such a exciting read - you always have the best AUs!

Stuffing by @palioom - My weakness is husband!javi with his pregnant wife so this was absolutely everything to me!

The Married Javier Peña Masterlist by @lokischocolatefountain - GOSH I love this universe so so much! Every update makes me smile

Home by @liltangerineart- I come back to this story so many times and it always puts a smile on my face!

Honey-Do by @kiwisbell - GOSH I can't tell you how many times I have re-read this Joel fic with the TOP TIER BREEDING KINK

Good to Me by @swiftispunk - The AU I didn't know I needed of Joel as a gynecologist - it's SO FILTHY IN THE BEST OF WAYS

Stripped Down Love by @absurdthirst - I love the trope of reader having a crush on Javi when they were younger and then them getting together when they're older!

The Big Day by @mellowswriting - I love how you write Javi having the biggest wife kink in your fics and seeing the day you became is wife is everything to me!

A Good Man Universe by @forever-rogue- I LOVE LOVE this Javi universe so much! I'm really happy that you updated this year :)

I'm sure I'm missing a lot of amazing fics so please know if I ever reblogged a fic I loved it!