#first ask yayayay

[turtlegamemaster]

a re yo,u of the more of is of the booyah or the woah mama type perso ne???

what

uhh

booyah?

[ask-bruno-and-maria]

part two of two. confetti

[somewhere in the past, again]

...

M: che cosa...?

B: hello?

[asks are open!]

[<-previous]

[candyredmusings]

u should be ashamed of yourself charging money for your shitty ass templates

[sebluvsmetal]

HAIII I WAS WONDERING WHAT CHARACTERS U EXACTLY WRITE FOR ON CREEPYPASTA? IF U DO ANY/ALL, IGNORE THIS REQ. anyways, welcome to tumblr!! im always excited for new writers :3-

hi! if you are referring to character x readers/character x characters in a romantic sense, i am able to write for all except for the following characters: ben, sally, lazari, lifeless lucy, smile dog, suicide mouse, grinny cat, or any other characters that are considered animals or are biologically children. if you are referring to them in platonic sense, i can write for all :) thank you for this, by the way! i was hoping i could get my first ask today. have a great day/night! :)

[live-laugh-love-the-archivists]

I love your drawings and fics :D

OMG HI!!

This is so exciting😭 your one of my favorite tumblr users fr!

Also thank you! I haven't drawn in afew years, so I lost my skill, trying to work back up to it, though! And about the fics! I'm glad people appreciate the work and why I write them!

YOUR SUCH A COOL PERSON 💞

EDIT:TWO PEOPLE I FOLLOW LIKED THIS POST TO 🤯

[downtownchip]

Do you or would you write fics ?

Well, I haven't written fanfics before.

There were some times that I was thinking of writing stuff. There was a prompt I wrote a few months ago and posted it here, but most of my idea flew over my head, lol. Some ideas are still floating or in my notes app that I haven't continued.

However, I wouldn't mind writing in the future, though, because it seems really fun and interesting and there are and were many writers from different fandoms that inspired me and I have a lot of respect for them, as writing has its own challenges at times, and most writers (and artist in general) put their hearts to what they're doing and what they are believing, and know to set boundaries and limits when needed.

[sh0jun]

HI I LOVE YOU I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD DAY!!

Haiiii :D

Thankyou anon!

My day has ended

But I hope you have a better day than me :')

[kaitookuya]

hi kaito, lets say… i have a crush on someone, but im mentally ill (lets say it does affect the confession) how would u think the confession go???

Hiii anon! Wow, my first!

Hmm… well it depends. It’d be alright if your crush is someone that knows you really well, I’m sure they’ll understand regardless. So you might have your feelings returned!

But on the other hand… um, I hope it’ll still go well!

[cloudluvrrr]

give some fluffy sephiroth headcanons and my life is yours (i’m not sure where to put requests so i’ll just do it through inbox)

notes - YAYAYAY ofcc mathing userrs 😍 💗💗

-- ♡

sweet- lana del rey

-- crisis core

- He’d be very gentle, since he has a lot of strength and is fucking huge

- He’d be very gentle hugging and cuddling you (he thinks he’ll crush you like a bug)

- From all his missions he’d bring you a small souvenir

- I also feel like he wouldn’t be much for pda, but he does lead you places. and sometimes holds your hand and kisses the back of it.

- On his days off he’d spent the entire day with you. Either shopping or in your shared apartment.

- He’s very cuddly

- He’s a little dumb about simple things since he spent a lot of his childhood in a lab so it’s bound to happen

-he'll read lifestyle books with reading glasses

- Whenever he has the chance he talks about retiring, living in a small town and living a domestic life (and potentially finding his mother)

- He’ll get into whatever your interests are even teach you new things about them

- He lets you play with his hair while he looks through paper work or if he’s in a really good mood do his makeup

-he'll let you brush it, braid it, put it into bows.

- I also feel like he’d fall in love with Someone from a small town rather than someone from midgar

-potentially bringing them from there to midgar.

- He likes animals, I feel like he’d be very happy if his s/o had a cat (bonus if it looks like him 🤓☝️)

- I feel like he lives in a big fucking apartment with no furniture cause he sees no point, but eventually when he started to court you he’ll slowly add more furniture. (His hearts flutters when you compliment it)

- I feel like he can cook nibelheim doesn’t count) he’ll often cook, it’s simple but they’re yummy (like him)

-He'll do most of the chores, since he's always does them anyways.

-He wears a pink cat apron

-hes so cute i wish he wasn't fucking insane

-

he sat in bed reading one of his cook books, as the bathroom light was on. Meaning you were of course getting ready for bed, eventually getting into bed with him. You read along with him making a few comments at the dishes that were pictured

Till he put it away and got comfortable with you.

"I think I'll retire after this mission" he began burying his nose into your freshly washed hair.

"oh? so soon" you asked playing with a few strands of his hair

"yes.. perhaps it can help me find my mother.. nibelheim has intersting history i hear"

"oh.. when do you leave?"

"ah, tomorrow afternoon, this will be our last night together for now"

he adds with a small chuckle. and a sigh.

"goodnight my love" he said softly kissing your hair and turning off the lamp

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this was short but hopeu liked 💞

im tryingto be serious but i fear im too funny

NY STUPUD ASS SAVED AS A DRAFT INSTEAD LF POSTD IT 😭😭

Also when u make first class u can choose ur uniform WHO MADE HIS SLUTTY OIFIT

im so nor mal about this game

feel free to request more for ff7 😈😈😈

[m1sa-w1sa]

Platonic Arlecchino with her daughter either biological or adoptive finding out she's best of friends with Furina

(YAYAYAY ANOTHER REQUEST TY!!! I hope you enjoy this!! And a little disclaimer my writing is based on lore and cannon personalities but i also try to add some humor aswell! Hope you enjoy!)

Water and Fire

Arlecchinos biological daughter being best friends with furina!

Lets get things straight first Arlecchino is protective of you as her biological daughter she doesnt want something thats apart of her to get hurt, missing or even worse dead.

As Furina being a ruler of Fontaine and Arlecchino being a harbinger they arent eeally good friends (sorry shippers…) but you two on the other hand are the BEST of friends! Going on walks, out to eat, exploring, swimming you name it! Until you saw your father with your other siblings

Furina didnt notice Arlecchino but you certainly did, when the both of you made eye contact you would quickly push furina the other direction “Maybe lets go this way! I saw a new animal!”

You tried to Avoid your Father for ages but Alrecchino soon found out confronting you about it with a stern scolding with her head down in guilt so as punishment Alrecchino didnt want to see you with her again

“But father!”

“Did you forget the rules [NAME]?”

You were sad but she never said when she didnt see you with her..so you always hung out with her in secret as you of course didnt want to leave your best friend, it is hard because of your siblings having a small possibility of snitching on you

“[NAME] why are you so jumpy when we are alone..?

“I dont know really furina but how about we go get some cake!”

“Great Idea [NAME]!”

Overall furina didnt find out (yet) but you tried to have the relationship last as long as possible without father knowing and without father knowing

(Finished!! I hope you liked this annon! Any other requests lmk! Sorry if this was short! If you want to be in my tag list feel free to ask! Tags: @jadestone2 )

[griddlebait]

happy sckl birthday to those who celebrate!!

yayayay happy birthday sckl! it’s so crazy to me that it’s been a year. it both feels so much shorter and longer than that lol.

thank you all so much for reading and giving me support on the fic, whether you’ve been around since the early chapters or only just started reading. it really does mean a lot to me. this fic was born from pure self indulgence and i did not expect it to get more than, like, 10 hits at most - seeing all the love it (and i) has received has been truly surprising and affirming. you, the readers, sharing the ways it’s impacted you - big or small - or commenting, or leaving kudos, or making art, or sending me asks here has transformed this fic from something dumb and silly into something that is still dumb and silly but also deeply important and forever precious to me. thank you all so, so much!!

since i cant post the new chapter today to celebrate, i’m considering uploading the (unfinalized/unbeta’d) first scene here for the mean time. would you guys be into that??

[verstxppen33]

After work.

genre: fluff

warnings: very rushed

who: racer!reader x charles lerclerc

summary: charles helps you relax after Qualifying, friends to lovers smh

note: MY FIRST FF YAYAYAY PLS GIVE ME SOME TIPS 😔

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It was the saturday after qualifying, you immediately jump into bed. You did great, but still, pretty exhausted. After scrolling for some minutes on instagram, you got a message from Charles.

Hey! How are you, y/n? :)

You don't know why, but you had the urge to immediately respond to him.

Exhausted..hbu?

Only a few minutes later he replied with;

Would you like some company, mon amour?

You didn't even hesitate to answer with yes, not even caring a little bit that you're maybe too clingy.

Ofcourse! Come over at 6 :)

The rest of the evening was pretty a blur. You ate some scrambled eggs with ketchup for dinner, took a shower, changed into pjs, nothing special. As you filled up your cats foodbowl, a sudden ring on your door bell could be heard. You look into your peephole and see Charles grinning. Without hesitation you open the door and are immediately are greeted with an "Hello!!!" from Charles. "Hey Charles!" you answer him happily and step aside to let him get inside your apartment. "You look very tired, mon amour. I think you need to sleep earlier." Charles comments while he's taking off his shoes. Your response? A simple grunt. Ofcourse Charles would bring you earlier to bed, why couldn't you just stay up a little longer? Your thoughts were interrupted by Charles scooping you up. "Hey!!" you shout, trying to sound aggressive but you sounded more like a whining cat being picked up. "Y/N, stop being so ungrateful" Charles answered with a teasing tone while booping your nose and bringing you to your bedroom.

★ Continue reading!

He commented: "You look adorable in your pyjamas" You pout as Charles lays you gently on your bed, still holding you close. "I can take care of myself, you know," you mumble, though your eyes are already half-closed. "Of course you can," Charles murmurs, smoothing back your hair with tender fingers. "But everyone needs a little help sometimes."

The soft, rhythmic stroking of your hair is incredibly soothing. You feel the tension from the long day start to melt away as Charles continues his gentle ministrations. He pulls you closer, and you nestle into his embrace, feeling the warmth and comfort of his presence. "Thank you," you whisper, finally giving in to the fatigue. "Anytime, mon amour," Charles whispers back, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Now, sleep. Tomorrow is another big day." With Charles’s arms wrapped around you, the world outside fades away, and you drift into a peaceful sleep, feeling safe and cherished.

In the morning, you wake up to the gentle sound of birds chirping outside your window. The first thing you notice is the warmth of Charles's arm still draped over you. You turn slightly to see him still asleep, his breathing steady and calm.

Careful not to wake him, you slip out of bed and head to the kitchen. As you prepare coffee, the smell of freshly brewed beans fills the air, and you can’t help but smile, feeling a sense of peace you haven't felt in a while. Just as you finish setting the table for breakfast, you hear Charles's sleepy footsteps approaching. He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Morning," he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. "Morning," you reply, turning to kiss his cheek. "I made coffee." "Much better," you admit, sitting down to join him at the table. "Thanks to you." With that, you share a quiet, comfortable breakfast together, the morning sun streaming through the windows, promising a new day filled with possibilities.

As you both finish breakfast, Charles seems a bit quieter than usual. You notice him glancing at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Is everything alright?" you ask, reaching over to touch his hand gently. Charles takes a deep breath and looks into your eyes. "Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," he begins, his voice a bit shaky.

Your heart starts to race. "What is it, Charles?"

He squeezes your hand, drawing strength from your touch. "I've been thinking about this for a while, and last night made me realize even more how much you mean to me. I love you, Y/N. Not just as a friend, but more than that. I want to be with you, to take care of you, and share every moment with you." You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words, and you see the sincerity in his eyes. "Charles," you whisper, feeling tears of happiness welling up. "I love you too. I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I was scared." Charles's face lights up with a joyful smile, and he pulls you into a tight embrace. "You have no idea how happy that makes me," he murmurs into your hair. You pull back slightly to look at him, both of you smiling. "So, what now?" you ask playfully. "Now," Charles says, his eyes sparkling with love, "we start our day together, as more than friends."

Hand in hand, you both step into the future, knowing that whatever comes next, you'll face it together.

made by @acesbakery

[musicalmoritz]

Some funny and cute head canon between hanako/amane and tsushigomori?

Yayayay I love their dynamic sm. The father/son duo ever. I’m gonna do a mix of Amane and Hanako headcanons bcuz their relationship at any point is so sweet to me

• So for AUs I think it’s super cute when ppl have Tsuchigomori adopt Amane (+Tsukasa)- or at least it would be, I don’t think I’ve seen any actual fics like that lmao. But for canon it’s definitely more of a “teacher you accidentally call dad” dynamic

• I still view Tsuchigomori as a father figure to Hanako but I think they’d both be very reluctant to admit it. I feel the need to specify that because fandoms tend to take parent/child dynamics and make them into super traditional families, which can be cute in AUs but sometimes for canon it takes away the nuance

• It’s the same as when I call Teru Kou’s dad, there’s more to it than that. Yes he is Hanako’s father, yes he is his teacher. Two things can be true at once

• Okay now that that’s out of the way, onto the headcanons

• Circling back to the first point, Hanako has accidentally called Tsuchigomori “dad” twice. Once as Amane, and once as Hanako

• As Amane it was a very emotionally heavy moment, when Tsuchigomori finished bandaging him up as usual. He gave him a mini lecture on standing up for himself, and Amane let out a quiet “Thanks, Dad”

• The minute he realized what he said, he bolted out of that classroom. He wouldn’t talk after that until Tsuchigomori reassured him they could just forget about it

• As Hanako it was more of a comical moment. He was hanging out with Tsuchigomori and Yako, annoying them as usual, but as he was getting ready to ditch them he said “See ya later, Dad”

• Everyone froze until Yako started laughing her ass off. Hanako quickly tried to cover it up but Yako wasn’t willing to forget it as easily as Tsuchigomori had been that first time, so he had to hide out in his bathroom for quite some time

• Yako started calling Tsuchigomori “Dad” too whenever she wanted to mess with him

• Tsuchigomori would try to help Amane make friends by pairing him with other kids for group projects. This always backfired, seeing as Amane had trouble socializing and was an easy target for bullying

• Sometimes he still tries to get Mitsuba and Mei to hang out with the kid so that he has more than two friends (one of which is his girlfriend)

• But progress is still progress and he’s obvi very happy to see that Hanako has made friends

• Hanako hangs out in Tsuchigomori’s office whenever he’s bored or sad

• When he’s bored he’ll just annoy him, telling him unfunny jokes and going on long tangents about whatever comes to mind. Tsuchigomori complains but never seriously attempts to kick him out

• When he’s sad about something, he’ll usually just sit at one of the desks or in the corner curled up in a ball. Tsuchigomori doesn’t comment on it, but he might give him a blanket and some candy, or a book to read

• Hanako tries to go to Tsuchigomori for advice on Nene, but Tsuchigomori’s love life is, frankly, pathetic, so really he’s the one who needs advice

• Some of the only times Hanako isn’t floating is when he’s running in the halls to provoke Tsuchigomori

• Every year on Father’s Day, Hanako brings Tsuchigomori a rock. He started this tradition as Amane and has kept it up all these years

• That’s not to say he didn’t love his bio dad, but he wanted to show appreciation for the teacher that looked out for him too

• Before they left school at the end of every day, Tsukasa would thank Tsuchigomori for “babysitting” Amane

• Hanako’s favorite books are the Sherlock Holmes series so Tsuchigomori lets him know every time the school gets a new copy

• He used to draw little smiley faces on Amane’s papers when he’d get a perfect score

• Amane would stay after school for tutoring even though he didn’t need it whenever things got too tense at home with Tsukasa and his parents

• Hanako frequently asks Tsuchigomori to update him on recent scientific discoveries. If anything major happens, Tsuchigomori will give him reading material

• Tsuchigomori was the one who taught Hanako how to use a computer

• Amane was always deathly afraid of asking questions or raising his hand in class, so if he had any comments he’d reserve them for when the rest of the students left (another method he used to delay going home)

• Amane strikes me as one of those kids who ate lunch with the teacher (ik it’s common for Japanese students to eat in their classrooms but this would be true even when his other classmates decided to eat somewhere else for the day)

• Before Nene came along, Tsuchigomori would encourage Hanako to clean his own bathrooms by giving him science and mystery books as allowance

• For Christmas one year, Tsuchigomori bought Hanako a toy rocket

• When Hanako needs to be cheered up, Tsuchigomori and Yako will play astronaut with him. Sometimes Yako pretends to be an alien, sometimes she’s part of the space crew, it depends on the plot

• Whenever Tsuchigomori is showing his class a movie, Hanako will sit in and watch

• Tsuchigomori has absolutely written “a pleasure to have in class” on one of Amane’s report cards

Okay I’m gonna end it there, ty for this ask I rly enjoyed talking abt them :D

[kumquats-are-gay]

I require johnny fluff! (This is a stick up🔫) maybe with a reader who's sick/tired/injured etc

OH SHIT- ✋😨🤚

But YAYAYAY!! Tysm for giving me something! I wasn't super hopeful that I'd actually receive anything, but this and the other prompt I got have made me so happy :'] thank you thank you!!!

I planned on writing these as short little blurbs but ofc I went and got carried away. AGAIN. Go figure, lol. Anyway, I hope you like it! :D

(THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE IDEA BTW)

Johnny Cage x Reader (SFW)

Tags: no use of Y/N, gn!reader, sick!reader, sick fic, flirting, established relationship, directly pasted from Google Docs (forgive weird formatting), Johnny takes great care of you <3

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51606256

You had been out with Johnny on a date, enjoying each other’s company as the two of you walked hand-in-hand down the pavement. Everything was perfectly fine when you guys had first left: the crisp autumn air was refreshing, and little made you happier than getting to spend time with your partner. However, whatever it was you had come down with hadn’t taken long to make itself known. About half an hour into your outing, you began to feel a little clammy. At first, you had just chalked it up to the cool weather giving you the chills, but the vertigo that checked in shortly thereafter quickly changed your mind. Like hell you were going to say anything about it, though; you didn’t want Johnny to worry. So, you bit your lip and got a grip, hoping to bear through it…until you couldn’t anymore. Mumbling a weary, “I think…I’m going to pass out,” you immediately collapsed. Johnny’s reflexes were sharp, thankfully; he reached out and grabbed you before you could hit the ground.

Johnny carries you back to the car, drives home, then carries you inside the house. All the while he’s transporting you to bed, you have your face buried in his chest, weakly groaning.

He helps you remove your damp clothes before he slips a soft t-shirt over your head, which is followed by a pair of pajama bottoms being gently pulled up your legs. You’re barely able to stand, so he lays you down in the bed, literally tucking you in as he pushes the sheets in around your body. Apparently, you had made this process rather difficult; you kept feebly tugging at his arm and whining for him “not to go”. He had to continuously reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Nooo,” you had whined, “don’ leave the bed.”

He rolls his eyes affectionately and continues fussing over you, constantly touching your forehead and repositioning the blankets. You whine again as Johnny moves away, and he’s trying very hard not to give into your pleas; he needs to go get some things so that he can properly take care of you, damn it!

You just keep making those adorable little whimpering noises, though, seemingly having given up on words, and he can’t help but pivot his head to look at you. He sees you reaching out with pitiful grabby-hands, pouting adorably, and—oh, fuck it.

Johnny relents, already making his way back to you as he asks, “What about the things you’re gonna need? Water? Advil?”

You wrap your arms and legs around him like an octopus the moment he settles in next to you. “Don’eed that; jus’ need you,” you grumble against his neck. Johnny huffs in amusement, but underneath the surface, his heart is swelling with affection. When he feels you shiver against him, he knows he won’t get anywhere if he tries to get up to grab another blanket for you. Instead, he just holds you closer and pulls the duvet further up. He runs his hands through your sweaty hair, unbothered.

“Alright, honey, try to get some rest now, alright?” he says and kisses your forehead. You don’t need to be told twice; within minutes, you’re out like a light. A smile tugs at the corner of Johnny’s mouth while he gazes down at you. It truly didn’t matter whether you were all dressed up and confidently strutting about, or if you were sweating bullets through a baggy t-shirt and whining for him to hold you—Johnny always saw you as nothing short of amazing, and he’d take care of you for as long as you needed, any time you needed.

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Barely a week had passed since you had first fallen ill. You had nearly made a full recovery by this point and you were feeling like a brand new person. It was in no small thanks to your boyfriend, Johnny, who tended to you every step of the way. Nothing was too big of an ask for him, though you tried not to be a bother if you could help it. He insisted that you weren’t, though, which made you feel a bit better about it.

The only times he left your side were when you really needed something. Otherwise, he was just as glued to you as you were to him, calling into work and everything to ensure that he could be there for you around the clock.

You sighed and smiled at his sleeping figure—his hair was sticking out this way and that, and the bedhead alone was enough to make you giggle. This slightly roused him from his sleep, causing him to mumble something incoherent as he pulled you against him. Your smile only grew; he was so goddamn cute. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you whispered.

Johnny shakes his head and mumbles, “Nah, you’re good.” He pulls you even closer and releases a long, tired exhale. Unable to help yourself, you reach out to scratch at his scalp which elicits a pleased hum from your boyfriend. “Y’know, I think I might be getting sick,” he suddenly claims. You frown and immediately move the hand in his hair to his forehead, which causes him to grouse in disappointment. Your brow furrowed in confusion; he was slightly warmer than usual, but you wouldn’t call it a fever.

“Are you sure?” you ask, looking at him quizzically. He lazily grabs your hand and drags it back to his scalp. You take the hint and continue the task of brushing your fingers soothingly through his sandy locks.

Johnny practically purred at the sensation. The pleasurable feeling of your nails lightly dragging across his skull caused him to slur his words a bit. “Hmm, yeah,” he spoke through the haze, “real sick, but I heard a kiss c’n make you feel a lot better…”

Understanding his game now, you asked him in a tone dripping with suspicion, “Oh, really? That so?” Johnny just answered with an unconvincing ‘mmmmm-hm’ as he continued to revel in your touch. “Alright,” you acquiesced, and pressed your lips to his forehead. “Feel any better?”

“Hmm, I think I need another one for the effects to kick in,” he idly insisted. You could hear the smile in his voice, though, a clear indication that he was obviously bullshitting. You continued to entertain him anyway by giving him another kiss, this time on his cheek.

“How about now?” you pressed, though you already knew the answer.

“One more should do the trick,” he lilted, the cheeky bastard. You outright laughed this time before moving in for the final kiss. Johnny lifted his head at the last moment, surprising you a bit as he captured your mouth with his own this time. The two of you became entangled in an impromptu makeout session as you lost yourselves to each other. That is until Johnny suddenly pushed you away so he could cough into his elbow. He sounded like he was hacking up a lung. The heat that was beginning to gather in your body immediately fizzled out as worry swiftly took its place.

“Hey, are you alright?” you asked with genuine concern. He held up his index finger as if to say ‘one moment’ while he finished his coughing fit. At the end, he took a deep breath and pressed his palm to his forehead as his face twisted into a grimace.

“Ah, fuck…” Johnny sighed before he flopped back onto the mattress. “Okay, nevermind—I think I might actually be sick.”

You shook your head fondly. “Well, it’s a good thing you have me then, huh?”

Johnny smiles up at you in earnest and reaches for the hand that had long since stopped its ministrations, but he just holds it in his own this time. “I couldn’t be luckier.”

[whiskeynwriting]

Javi G is the kind of man who clearly puts effort into his appearance, especially with looking professional and put together in his public appearances.

That being said, he takes great pride in the marks you make on his neck, and he absolutely encourages you to do it all the time. Javi also adores you fretting over them with makeup before an event, because if you left it up to him, he'd wear them out to see with you draped over his arm as if to say, "look how lucky i am to have this woman"

I am loving this 😍😍😍

Amor de Mi Vida

Javi Gutierrez x Female Reader

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Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, daddy kink, mentions of marking and hickies, established relationship, unprotected vaginal sex, Javi is such a sweet dom

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A/N: ahhh yayayay this is my first Javi G. fic 😍😍😍 finallyyyyyy. The look Javi wears to the premier is basically the same thing P wore to the '22 Venice Film Festival

Thank you to my beta-readers @fishingforpike and @thesleepingmusicneek

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It’s an uncomfortable position, but only because of how he rearranged your dress. Yanked up to your hips, the hemline pulled down beneath your breasts. It’s pulling on your sensitive flesh, but so are his hands. And when he’s touching you, everything else seems to melt into the background. 

“Javi,” One hand is grasping for his right shoulder, the other clinging to his forearm. 

His small grunts float freely through the air, the hand he has on your throat simply holding you upright for him; he wants to be able to see you. 

“That’s it…” Javi’s voice is low, his eyes glossed over. He’s drunk on you. “Keep going, bonita niña.” His lids are heavy, too, full of lust with his eyes zeroed in on you. “Be good for your papí…” (Pretty girl) (Daddy)

You’re whimpering for him, and he fucking loves it. It makes his breath hitch, those beautifully lush lips parting. He stares up at you with such an incredible amount of adoration, of genuine desire and want. 

The girth of your lover is more than enough to satisfy you, the stretch of him oftentimes too much to handle. And when you straddle him, when you ride him, you swear you can feel it in your fucking throat. 

The night ended much quicker than expected. You’d both anticipated being out until the early morning, Javi loved to celebrate his success. And he loved walking red carpets. 

“Te ves tan bonita, bebita.” He’s breathless, sweat beading along his forehead. “Tan bonita…” (You look so pretty, baby girl. So pretty…)

Your lover’s eyes scan your features, your slightly dizzied expression, your lips curling into a half grin. And then his fingers tighten, rolling his hips up in time with your thrusts. Javi was such a kind and caring man, and has been since the day you met him. In public, he was sweet with you, but you quickly found out just how rough he could be in the bedroom.

“Look at you… you’re a mess for me.” He’s quite the talker, too. 

The combination of his sweat and your spit have rubbed the makeup off of him, the concealer and setting powder you’d applied over his neck. It became a regular occurrence, you fixing him up before you made your appearance. If it were up to him, he’d wear your hickies proudly. He was the one that asked for them, after all. 

“Javi, ven aquí.” You’d called, reaching a hand out to him. “We need to leave soon.” (Come here)

He found your doting personality to be quite adorable, so he let you do about him. Besides, it was in your nature; you always loved to care for him. Javier knew how to live his life, he knew how to clean up after himself, how to cook his favorite meals and keep his appearance neat. But with you around, he found himself becoming lazy. It was something you truly loved, just caring for him.

Wandering over to your vanity, he sat for you, allowing you to apply makeup to his neck. Just the night before, he’d ravaged you, pressing you down into your shared bed while he stuffed himself between your legs. It was so overwhelming, being intimate with him. You often found yourself scratching at his upper back and biceps, stuffing your face into the slope of his neck to suck on his tanned skin. 

This isn’t to say Javier doesn’t care about his appearance, to say such a thing would be beyond disrespectful to him. The amount of effort he brings when it comes to sculpting his overall image is incredulous. Looking professional in his public appearances is a must for him. Even more so now that his success has begun to spread. 

Being a producer for his most recent film, he intended to arrive early to the event. He’d hired a private designer for the two of you, their responsibilities detailing your dressings. Sebastian had paired your matching outfits in the simple color scheme of black and white. Javier wore an elegant, white suit with matte black detailing. His hair was done quite loosely, giving it an almost bed-head appearance; and you found it exceptionally adorable, alongside that goofy yet wholesome grin of his. And at his side, you wore a tasteful, white gown, its hem reaching the floor. The neckline showed a bit of cleavage, but left much room for the imagination. Held up by two straps on your shoulders, it overall complimented your figure quite nicely. And truly, Javi had never seen you in such a sophisticated dress. 

Javi couldn’t contain that bright smile of his as the two of you stood for the pictures, his arm around your lower back, hand securing to your hip. Out of the corner of your eye, you’d caught a glimpse of something on his neck. Reaching up to swipe your thumb over it, you easily revealed the bruise coloring his skin. Eyes widening, you realized your mistake immediately. Among the flashing cameras and shouting photographers, it must have just slipped your mind.

And your partner was just as surprised. Turning his head, he glanced down at you, a devilish smirk curling on his lips. Your big, doe-like eyes found his, and he reveled in your timid grin. This was the first time the two of you were photographed with Javi’s bruises visible to the public eye, and it drove him wild inside. 

Rushing you along was the hand on your lower back, ushering you into the limo shortly after the fact. He’d pulled you into his lap, pressing his mouth to your own before shoving his tongue inside. And when you got home, you’d pushed him onto the couch, feeling those thick fingers tug your dress up until it was settled over your hips. He was already breathing heavily, his chest’s movements quick to heighten upon his realization of your lack of undergarments. 

“Look at that pussy…” He’d laid a hand over your lower stomach, leaning you back slightly and shoving your naked crotch up for him to view. “Ready to swallow me whole.” 

“Papí,” You’d whined for him, watching those gorgeous caramel eyes take in your naked figure resting before him. (Daddy)

And now, he’s thrusting up into you, the free hand on your hip now wandering up to paw at your bouncing chest. Every movement makes you cry out for him, feeling his erection drag along your sensitive walls. You’re dripping onto his lap, and it’s making him whine, teeth digging into his lower lip. 

“B-Baby, fuck…” Tossing your head back, you release a ragged groan, eyes closing as you begin to unravel above him.

Javi was so proud to show off your splotchy marks, it made his chest swell with adoration and a sense of confidence. But whether his bruises were covered or not, he always held you close in public, his physical actions shouting to the world, look how lucky I am to have her.

“Javi, I, I can’t -” You’re throbbing violently around his heated erection, your chest gasping for breaths as your body rolls over him. 

“You can do it, bebita.” He encourages, thumb swiping over your sensitive nipple. “You can take me…” (Baby girl) 

“Papí… fuck me.” (Daddy)

He’d let his pants fall to the ground, pooling around his ankles. Your bare skin rests over his lap, your naked pelvises connecting again and again. The bowtie he’d worn is undone, hanging on his broad chest. A few of the buttons on his undershirt are open, too, allowing you to see his smooth skin. 

Lowering your head, you grin, mind swimming with bliss. “Do you want more, cariño?” (Baby)

“Mm?” He asks, those adorable puppy eyes staring up at you. 

“My love bites…” The hand on his shoulder slides over, fingertips brushing his purple and red skin. “You like them, no?” 

“Mi amor,” Groaning, his head lolls back onto the top of the couch, chest rising before dipping heavily. “Give me more.” (My love)

Diving down, you hum happily, lips attaching to the skin of his flexing neck. He releases his hold on your throat, his palm sliding down to your lower back. Eventually, though, he’s grabbing your ass, encouraging the grind of your hips over his. 

Whispering, he closes his eyes, sucking in a low gasp when your teeth finally dig in. “You know I love them…”

The hand on your ass lifts to the back of your head, pressing you into the crook of his neck. Javier’s thrusts then become firm and sensual, the roll of his hips forcing stars to blind your vision. Your own fingers curl into his flowing hair, your delicate moans floating directly into his ear. 

“Amor de mi vida.” And it’s true, you’ve always been meant for him. You’ve always been his, the love of his life. 

Smiling against his skin, you give him a tender kiss, lifting your head to press one to his lips. But then his palm rises, pressing your head down so he can kiss your forehead. 

“Mi niña.” He whispers, a gasp choking its way out of his throat. “Oh, mi niña amada.” (My girl. Oh, my lovely girl)

“Javi,” You whimper, clinging to him. Your heart beats with affection from his gentle, loving words. He’s so enamored with you. “My love.”

You wish so badly that he wasn’t covered, wasn’t hidden from you. Javier’s skin was always so hot and smooth, his broad chest and beefy biceps enticing you to no end. He was always such a passionate lover, too, you longed to feel his naked body against you. 

“You feel so good, baby.” You’re gasping beside him, leaning into his body. “So, so big…”

“I love how you take me.” His accent is driving you wild - it always does. 

Javi was such a vocal man, especially when he was inside you. And you so badly want to return this, to speak his lovely praise back to him. But you almost feel dumb, your body continuously taking him. It’s all you can do, to just sit there and feel him, to move against him as best you can. 

“You were made for me,” He whispers to you, uttering your name quietly. Gently, he nudges your cheek with his nose. “You know that?”

“Yes, baby.” Lifting your head, your hands find his cheeks, holding them. 

Leaning in, you press your forehead to his, those beautiful brown eyes staring into your soul. “My perfect man.” Thumbs swiping over his cheeks, you sigh. “El amor de mi vida.”

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cold feet; chapter 7

It’s quiet for a few seconds, and Sirius is the first to break the silence. “So,” he begins, “that new kid, Remus—“

“Yeah, what about him?” James asks, quick to change the subject so he doesn’t spend a moment more of his time thinking about Regulus Black. Why does he need to be wasting so much of his time bothered by someone who would rather pretend he doesn’t exist? It won’t change anything.

”Tell me more.”

James is happy to oblige.

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Chapter 8 of my James Potter hockey player/Regulus Black figure skater AU is now up on AO3, and WOLFSTAR IS HERE (kinda) YAYAYAY!!! So excited to continue developing them. Read the rest here on AO3 :)