#got me shakin' in my boots

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And then they are like the only plus size Chara in the show.

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WAIT CS I HAVE AN IDEA-

Y/n sneaks out to a party that she don’t have no business in going and ony catches her when she get home and fuck ha shit upp Like he always doo

AWWWW SHIT NAAAAAAA. I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOINGGGGG.😩😩😩

party pooper

cw: gun violence

word count: 2.1k

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you were thinking about this party all week, having an outfit and everything picked so you didn’t have anything to worry about the day of. ony knew you were going out tonight, but you kind of left out the fact that you were going to the trenches to shake ass at a party. he still ended up finding out anyways, telling you to stay your ass home, but who tf want to do that.

he wasn’t supposed to be home until late so you figured you could just sneak out and be back by the time he got home. so that’s exactly what you did. your friend was outside your house by ten and you got right tf up outta there, skirt riding up your ass as you ran to the car in excitement. “bitchhh you ready?” sasha yelled, hands gripping the steering wheel as she shook in excitement.

“nah i’m actually shakin in my boots. if this man find out i think he might kill me furreal.” you and sasha were basically in the same predicament, going to this party without the approval of your boyfriends. “who give a fuck? we live right now and we’ll die laterrrr.” you giggled, nodding your head in agreement as you turned up the music and sung along for the rest of the journey.

the party was jumping. there was bitches shaking ass (including you), niggas selling drugs, and good music playing so loud that it could be heard down the block. you and sasha got comfortable real quick and we’re honestly having the most fun you’ve had in awhile. “this is your song girl you can’t let these hoes outdo youuu!!” sasha yelled as the intro to freak hoe by speaker knockerz began to play. you made your way to the middle of the floor swaying side to side until the beat dropped.

ass shaking in circles as you leaned over and held onto sasha’s arms for support. everyone’s eyes gravitated towards you as you continued moving to the song, that was until three loud gunshots were heard. bodies began to scatter everywhere as the entire party got ruined. people were jumping out of windows and running in random peoples cars just to get away from the cause of the deadly sound.

you and sasha finally made it to her car. pissed that your fun was ruined. “Y/N! bring your ass over here, NOW!!” your body froze as you listened to the familiar voice. while you was too busy being hardheaded and living it up at a party you shouldn’t be at, you didn’t think to try to at least be lowkey. ony and connie were chilling at their trap house when he looked one of his friend’s story. there you were, shaking ass for the whole world to see, skirt practically on your stomach as you gave everyone a show.

“man ima kill this girl” connie looked at his friend in concern before bubbling with the same anger as he watched the video replay on his phone. “i know that’s not my girl in the back. yea we out.” connie grumbled, pointing at sasha who was right behind you recoding as well. with that the two of them sped to the party, guns hidden securely on their waists as they walked inside.

ony didn’t plan on shooting it up, he actually was just gon calmly grab you up outta there for your safety because this is a bad area you were in. he looked around the house until his eyes landed on the center of a big circle of people. once he registered the sight in front of him he could help but reach right for his gun. your boyfriend was nowhere near insecure. he knew it was your body and that you had every right to shake some ass if you wanted, but the sight of the men around you made him sick.

cameras out, zooming closer and closer to your more private areas as you were obliviously dancing along to your favorite song. in no time his gun was out and there were three bullets let off in the ceiling. ony watched the people scatter as he waited inside for the house to be empty. him and connie stood on the porch, watching you stand next to sasha while she scrambled in her bag for her keys.

“m’not playin wit you girl. come over here now or it’s just gon be worse for you at home.” your legs moved slowly as you thought of an excuse as to why you were here. before you knew it, you were face to face with his heavy breathing chest, instantly making you revert your eyes to the ground. “unt uhh look at me mama. ian down there.” his strong hand wrapped around your throat, forcing your head to shoot upwards towards his face.

“here’s what’s gon happen. you gon get in the car, quietly. ion wanna here no crying or whining during this whole ride or ima add it on to the lesson ima teach you when we get home, understand?” his voice was low and menacing as he stared into your eyes, face drained of any emotion. “o-okay.” your lungs filled with air as ony let go of your neck, nodding towards his car.

you sat in the passenger seat scared shitless as you watched him give the guy that threw the party a stack of cash, probably for the damage he caused, before dapping connie up and saying goodnight to sasha. he got in the car quietly, not sparing you a single glacé before driving the two of you home. the ride was completely silent like he wanted. any excuses you thought of were quickly swallowed as well as the urge to cry.

you didn’t even notice when you got home until you felt your door open. “let’s go.” ony mumbled. he walked you to the living room, manspreading on the couch while you stared down at him. “m’really really really so-” he sucked his teeth before throwing you over hip lap. skirt already so short that his brown eyes got a good view of your soaked panties. warm palm caressing your ass as he spoke. “what’d i tell you baby?”

the smoothness of his voice made you shiver. “why you shakin’? ian spank you yet.” a chuckle rumbled from ony’s chest as he listened intently for your reply. “m’scared.” you were terrified. usually when you’d get in trouble your boyfriend would lecture you and make a big fuss so his calmness was very foreign to you.

“good.” a hard smack was brought to your ass causing the pending tears in your eyes to begin to fall. your hands instantly flew to cover your burning skin, sheliding them from his rough palms. “you know why ian want you over there right?” he grabbed both of your hands into his singular one, ignoring your whimpers. “b-because it’s n-not sa-“

“because it’s not fucking safe, that’s right. a nigga could’ve put sum in your drink or snatched you up. that’s the shit that be happening at parties like that and instead of being my good girl and listening to me, you decided to be. a. brat.” three more strikes were made to your ass. each harder than the last as you thrashed around on his thighs. “m-m’sorry papa.”

your tears created a small wet patch to form on the couch. you honestly didn’t mean to make him worry so much. it was just that you haven’t gotten to go out in awhile and wanted to finally have some fun. the wet patch went unnoticed until your cheek was smushed into it. ony removed himself from under you, positioning his body behind your before pushing your back down. “yea i bet you are baby. hold onto that pillow right there.”

head nodding towards the cushion as he untied the strings of his sweatpants. you gushed at the sight of his print through his grey briefs, moaning out loud as you thought of how good he was going to feel. “look straight mama. this a punishment, not a reward.” you obeyed, gripping the pillow tightly as you prepared yourself for the stinging stretch of his dick.

“be g-gentle daddy.” you mumbled as ony gripped both of your asscheeks, pulling your panties to the side and squeezing them as he spreader them apart. “be obedient.” he trusted his full length into you, giving you no time to prepare as he began pounding you into the cushion of the couch. “oouuu fuck mama. you always so tight.” ony groaned, hand flat on your back as his other delivered many slaps on your ass.

you outstretched your arm, pushing at his stomach for him to ease up. “p-pleaseeee aahhgg. jus take a little out daddyyyy.” whining as you were already trying to run from him. ony grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pulling your ass all the way back to him to the point where you were flush against his stomach. “stop running and take this shit. and move your fucking hand. barely even started yet.” he slapped your hand away, continuing to pound into you.

all eight inches of him curving just right in your pussy. as you got more used to his size, your heat grew wetter as the constant friction. moans began flying from your mouth left and right making you tighten round him. “there you go mama. takin me like a good girl.” his hips began snapping into you harder, making it more difficult for you to take him. “ahh w-wait a little bit daddy. s’too biggg.”

ignoring you, ony thrusted into you harder, pushing your back down lower so he could reach that spongy spot deep inside you. your stomach brushed against the couch as your body jolted. “unt uhh baby where’s the big girl that like t’sneak out, huh? where’s the girl that like to go out and shake her ass in a skimpy lil skirt while her man is worried sick about her?” where she at?”

wetness trickling down your thighs as you kept your death grip on the pillow. “s-she said she’s ahh s-sorry. m’sorryyyy daddyyy.” ony halted his trusts, giving you a hard slap on your ass and tightening his grip on your shirt. “mhmm throw that ass back princess. make it up to daddy.” his strong arm started you off by pulling you back and forth by your shirt before letting you do it on your own. ass clapping repeatedly as you twerked on his dick.

his brown eyes rolling as he felt you clench tighter around him. you continued working yourself on his shaft, chasing your upcoming orgasm. “d-daddy?”you were met with nothing but his hips fucking you back as he stared at where the two of you were connected. he was hypnotized by your body. “baby?” his head snapped up towards yours, shaking himself out of his thoughts before replying. “y-yea pretty? ahh fuck.” he breathed.

“i’m r-really sorry. i d-didn’t mean to make y-you worry, honest. i-i jus wanted t’go have funn, and when you told me the day of that i wasn’t allowed i g-got a little upset. i wont g-go over there e-ever again i swearrrr.” you began pushing yourself back harder as you held eye contact. ony’s resolve weakened as he felt his blood begin rushing to his dick, signaling to him he was going to cum if he didn’t get in control quickly.

ony’s hand tangled in your hair before pulling you up to his chest, arm wrapping around your middle as he kissed up and down your neck. his long tongue licked a stripe behind your ear before whispering dirty words to you. “mhmm. m’not finna say it’s okay ‘cause it’s not, but i forgive you mama. now keep making daddy feel good and i’ll give you this nut. how dat sound?” his teeth closed around your ear, gold girls pinching the skin. “y-yes please.”

the both of you moved on one accord, fucking each other dumb as you reached your climax’s. body growing weak and legs shaking as your thick cream rushed down his shaft. ony easily held you up, continuing to use you as his personal fleshlight. “ughh fuck baby m’finna cum.” his pace quickened, hips pistoning into you as you screamed from the overstimulation. he gave you one final trust before kissing you to keep you quiet, moaning into your mouth as his hot ropes flowed into your walls.

the two of you stayed like that for awhile, giving each other light kisses as you panted in each others mouths. “lemme get the water ready mama. we needa take a bath.”

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Chapter 17- No Ifs, Ands, or Butts

Summary: You and Javi are continuing to make progress on building your new house, until a few distractions are thrown your way that you definitely weren't expecting.

Word Count: 12.3K (how bad is it that I'm like, wow! What an average length for a chapter! Well done, me!)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), HELLO, STRAP IN EVERYONE. unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl pls), romantic? ANAL (you guys, I'm sweating), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral (f receiving), rimjob (f receiving), creampie, praise kink, breeding kink, insecurity but Javi being our consent KING and literally taking such good care of you (but would we expect anything less?!), Javi with dogs (hehehehe), everyone say thank you to our favorite village idiots Carter and Miller for helping out Javi and Osita (you'll see!!)

A/N: If there are two words to sum up the plot of this chapter, it is butts and dogs (if you watch Bluey, yes, the puppy is named after Muffin LMAO) 💀 I am so sorry this chapter took FOREVER, 1) Life has been crazy busy (parent teacher conferences sucked the life out of me for like a full week), and 2) I would be lying if I said I was not shakin' in my boots to post this bc I have never written legit butt stuff smut (say that 3 times fast) before and I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, so if you don't wanna read this chapter/skip the smut I will not be offended at all!! Also for my non-American friends, Home Depot is like a giant hardware store (that also sells hot dogs that absolutely slap) Okay, that's all, love y'all more than words, forehead kisses for all of you!! 😙 also please laugh at the name of this chapter I thought it was funny as hell, I'm crackin myself up

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“Okay, we have paint samples, countertop samples, carpet samples, sheets of drywall, toilets that are ordered can come get picked up on Tuesday, and we can let Danny know they finally have those screws he’s been looking for back in stock. That’s everything, right? Please say that’s everything.” You sighed, going over your home project to-do list for what felt like the 47th time before exiting out of Home Depot for what also felt like the 147th time this week. 

What had started as a plot of land and and a head full of ideas was slowly but surely becoming reality as progress on your new home came to fruition- as winter faded into spring, your house began to grow and change with the seasons, bare bones wooden beams and dirt of a few months ago now becoming walls, floors and roofs of the new place you’d spend forever in. While it was exciting to move into the stages of actually deciding what the inside of your home should look like (not just shape and size), it felt like you and Javi had been making a million and one decisions every day related to something to do with the house, and unfortunately, this Sunday night was no exception. 

“No, I think that’s everything.” Javi nodded, scanning over the wrinkled piece of paper in his hands once more. 

“We might as well just start changing our permanent address to this Home Depot. I’m pretty sure the employees are convinced we live here at this point.” You laughed, resting one hand on your hip, the other full of the sample swatches you and Javi needed to look at when you got home. “You sure that’s everything? Honestly, even if it’s not, let’s face it, we’ll be here some point later this week anyways. At least now it’s getting to the fun stuff- Paint and floors is a lot more fun than plumbing and electrical.” 

“I know. We’re almost there, Osita. Danny said 8 to 10 more weeks last time I talked to him.” 

“Over/under on how many more trips we make to Home Depot between now and then. I’m gonna say 56.” 

“You’re such a dork. I fucking hope it’s not 56.”

The two of you made your way out to the parking lot with hands full of goods, the sun slowly beginning to set behind the other buildings of the shopping center- a Chinese restaurant, a laundry mat, a building that had been under construction since your frequent trips to Home Depot began, and a pet store. 

You and Javi had tried the Chinese restaurant once, a few bites in simultaneously agreeing it was 100% the worst food you had ever had, never needed to go to the laundry mat, and god knows what the mystery building was getting turned into. You had, however, always wanted to go into the pet store, knowing it would be fun to walk around and look at the animals since it was something you loved doing as a kid with your brothers. But by the time the two of you were done with your hardware shopping, your brain was too fried to ever ask Javi if he wanted to go in and check things out as an entertaining thing to do. Tonight probably would have been no exception to the rule, but that was before you noticed the big sign posted in front of the store reading “Dog Adoption Event Today!” 

You and Javi had both agreed you had wanted to get a dog- that was something the two of you had easily agreed upon early on in your relationship- but like most things nowadays, you were waiting until the house was finished and you were out of the apartment before looking into getting one. You knew that going to look at dogs before the two of you could really do anything about it was a bad idea, but the longer you stared at that sign, the less and less willpower you began to have to keep yourself from running over there. 

“Jav.” You nudged, the two of you almost to Javi’s truck before stopping in your tracks, gesturing over to the pet store. Javi paused next to you, taking a moment to read the bright bold letters of the sign, letting out a deep sigh as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Baby, you know we can’t get a dog right now. Believe me, I want one too, but we gotta wait until the house is done first.” 

“I know. Can we just go look? Please?” While your puppy dog eyes were no match compared to Javi’s, you pouted your lip just about as far as it could go, batting your lashes at him with a pitiful frown on your face. You had no idea how Javi was ever going to be able to say no to your kids if he was already immediately caving from your silly, overexaggerated begging, let alone his own sweet brown eyes staring back at tiny versions of him. Regardless, right now, Javi’s lack of iron will was working in your favor, letting out another small sigh, contemplating for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. 

“Fine. But just looking, okay?” He muttered, almost as if he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince you. 

“Yes! Thank you! I promise, just looking… Probably.” You grinned, changing directions and speed walking across the parking lot towards the pet shop. Javi laughed to himself, shaking his head as he followed behind you. 

“I heard that.” 

As you walked through the front doors of the pet store, you were greeted with the sounds of high pitched barks and yaps, joining the few people gathered by the pen set up to contain the litter of what looked to be a mix of cattle dogs and something shorter and stumpier, the brown and cream speckled puppies bouncing and playing with the toys, blankets, and other littermates in the cage with them. You audibly let out a gasp as you looked down at the pure adorableness of the sweet little balls of fluff below you, squatting down next to the pen to get a better look at the group of puppies. 

“Oh my god, they’re so cute. Javi, they’re so freaking cute. Hi lil babies, aren’t you the most precious things ever?” You cooed, holding the back of your hand up to the cage for the playful puppies to sniff, their tiny bodies toppling over each other to smell you. 

As much as Javi wanted to be tough and strong willed to try and prove a point, you were right- these puppies were the cutest things he’d seen in a long time. Crouching down next to you, he glanced over, giving you the I told you this was a bad idea look that you knew you were bound to get from him the moment you saw the puppies. 

“They are really fucking cute.” Javi sighed in reluctant agreement, bringing his hand down by yours to try and pet some of the puppies through the cage. 

“Oh hi there! I see you two found the puppies!” An employee, an older woman with curly gray hair, smiled down at the two of you, gesturing towards the pen full of tiny, yapping pups. “Are you interested in adopting one?” You and Javi looked up at her, each of you letting out a deep breath before speaking at the same time, your answers lacking unison. 

“No.” 

“Maybe.” You quietly whispered under Javi’s no, letting out a little shrug, eyes darting away towards Javi to spare yourself from the eye roll you knew he was giving you from your response. “No, we’re not…” You finally agreed, giving another pouty, sad look to Javi. “We really want one, but we’re in an apartment right now and are moving into a house soon. We’re waiting until then to get one. Although these guys are making it very hard to keep it that way.” 

“I can understand that.” The woman laughed, a playful grin spread across her face, clearly sensing your willpower about the situation was much weaker than Javi’s. “Well, even if you’re not interested in adopting one right now, you’re more than welcome to pick them up or play with them! It’s good for them to practice being handled anyways.” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Immediately, you stood up, bending over the edge of the pen to pick up one of the puppies closest to you, cuddling it against your chest as it squirmed and wiggled in your grasp. You sat bag down on the floor, cross legged as you cradled the puppy, eyes almost as wide and sweet as the dog you were now holding. “What’s this one’s name?” You asked the woman, carefully setting it down between your legs to let it bounce around. 

“That one is Muffin. He’s a feisty one, but a sweetheart.” She beamed, slowly bending down to pick up one of the stuffed toys in the cage, handing it over to Javi. Before you knew it, Muffin was scooting out of your lap and bolting over to Javi and the plush rabbit he was holding in his hands, making the both of you giggle at his goofy, floppy gallop. Javi held out the toy in front of him, a smile spreading across his face as Muffin bit down into the rabbit, shaking it in his mouth, tugging back at Javi’s grip on the stuffed animal. Any shred of stubbornness Javi was trying to hold out on was long gone, smiling and snickering just as wide as you as Muffin hopped into Javi’s lap, curling up with his toy in his mouth. 

Javi was like a little kid, practically giggling as he grabbed the stuffed rabbit and tossed it along the floor, watching Muffin slip and slide across the linoleum before pouncing on the toy and trotting back to Javi with it in his mouth. 

“Good boy! You’re smart, aren’t you?” Javi grinned, tugging at the toy before looking back at you and your look, screaming, So much for just looking, huh? without having to say a word. “He is really cute.” Javi admitted, trying his best to keep his composure from completely crumbling. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, giving each other the look that made you seriously contemplate if you were going home with a puppy today, until you looked back down at Muffin, now hunched over Javi’s foot, pee dribbling down his shoe. 

“Oh shit!” You grimaced, reaching up to pick up Muffin mid-stream, scooting him over to finish peeing on the floor instead of on Javi. 

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!” The woman gasped, grabbing some towels next to the cage, handing them off to Javi for him to wipe the pee off his shoe. “That is the thing with puppies, the potty training does take a while.” 

You were trying your best not to burst out into laughter as you picked Muffin back up, putting him back in the pen with the rest of his brothers and sisters, giving Javi and apologetic shrug at his current circumstances, knowing it was not helping your in any way shape or form to bring a puppy back to your apartment. “No it’s all good, no worries.” Javi smiled, wiping off his shoe with the towel and giving it a quick shake with a reluctant sigh, grounding him back in reality. 

“Can’t be any worse than stepping in a pile of cow poop.” You teased as Javi looked down in disappointment at his shoe, finally beginning to shake his head and laugh along with you. “Alright, you win, Mr. Reasonable. Muffin has made a very good case for no puppies at the apartment.” 

“Eventually baby, I promise.” Javi smirked, giving you a little nudge, the two of you waving goodbye to the cuteness corralled in the kennel behind you, finally making your way back to the car after your detour. 

Well… So much for that plan.  

“What about this one?” 

“Baby, I don’t know, at this point, they all just look like the same color.” You sighed, slumping your hand in your face, resting your elbow on the kitchen table where you and Javi sat, paint swatches spread across the wooden surface, among scattered samples of carpet, countertops and backsplash tiles. “I don’t think my brain can make any more house decisions tonight.”  

“Me either.” Javi huffed, reaching across the table to organize the paint sample cards into a pile next to the stack of other house things that now seemed to have a permanent home with you during dinner time. “I had no fucking idea there were so many goddamn shades of beige.” 

“It definitely doesn’t help that we’re trying to just pick through different shades of brown instead of fun colors.” You laughed, gathering the samples in front of you and stacking them in Javi’s pile as he stood up, pushing in his chair and making his way to the other side of the table where you sat, coming behind you to drape his arms over your shoulders, pressing a soft kiss into your hair as you leaned your head back into his chest, wrapping your arms around his to pull him closer. 

“Fun colors? What, you wanna paint the house purple, Hermosa?” Javi smiled, giving you a little shake in your chair making you giggle. 

“No, you dork. I was actually thinking more hot pink or neon green.” You retorted, giving Javi a nudge back tiling your head up towards him. “No, I don’t know, I know we want something neutral through the house but like, it’ll be fun to pick cute paint colors when we have kids and stuff.” 

Javi squeezed you a little tighter, his heart warming at the thought of when they’d get to do this again when there were actually kids in the picture to fill the empty rooms of their house. No matter how many times you and Javi talked about it, he was sure he’d never get over the fact that you wanted to have a family with him. It was a dream that had come and gone for him all those years ago, resigning himself to a life of simply surviving, even after he had returned home to Laredo. But now, the fact that dream was in reach, and undoubtedly in the near future had him beaming, knowing there was no one else in the world he wanted to spend the rest of his life and build a family with beside you, and that for some reason he still couldn’t quite comprehend, you felt the same way. 

While you had agreed that you would wait until you were married and your house was completely finished before you started trying and your birth control made its permanent home in the trash, with every day that he got closer to marrying you, finalizing your house and starting the newest chapter of your lives together, Javi couldn’t help but feel a want, no, a need, to start a family with you- to fulfill a purpose he so desperately craved to be a father. 

“Well…” Javi grinned, leaning back down to kiss your neck, his pecks becoming much more tender and slow with each press of his lips, “you could let me put a baby in you right now, and we could pick out fun paint colors along with the borning brown ones. Got a lot of rooms we need to fill and paint, Osita.”

“Javier Peña! You are a menace! You have to stop with the baby talk, or I swear, you’re about to make me cave in and crumble. You are testing every ounce of willpower I have.” You sighed, shaking your head as you looked up, entranced by Javi’s sweet brown  eyes and their powerful effects. 

While you and Javi both had undeniable cases of baby fever ever since you had gotten engaged, there was something about knowing you were about to have your own house with 4 extra rooms, solely built for the purpose of being filled with your kids that drove you, and even worse, Javi, absolutely crazy. In the past few weeks, the house had taken shape enough to finally have rooms that actually looked like rooms, Javi making it a point every time the two of you went over to check on progress, to point out just how good the spare bedrooms looked, like he was the most proud of those 4 extra rooms more than any other space in the house.   

The irrational part of you would have given him a baby yesterday, but the rational part of you knew you wanted to be married and have every last inch of that house finished before you brought a baby there. But every time Javi saw those bedrooms, looking at you with that big, goofy grin on his face for his children that didn’t even exist yet, oh god, did it make you want to say fuck it to every ounce of rationality you had left. 

“I think you have baby fever worse than I do, Jav. And that’s saying something.” You teased, reaching up to scrunch his cheeks. With another little giggle and content sigh, you pushed yourself up out of your chair, coming around the back of it to get the slightest running start to jump on him, full koala style, wrapping your arms and legs around his broad back, making the two of you burst out in laughter as he spun you around while you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, covering him with little kisses. “I love you so much. You’re gonna be such a good dad, you know that?” 

“I love you too, Osita. I hope I am. I want to be.” Javi sighed, a hopeful half smile pursed between his lips, causing you to cup both your hands around his face, forcing him to look at you. 

“You will be. I promise.” Tilting your head in, you pressed a soft, tender kiss onto his lips, lingering just a little longer than normal for your added reassurance. “Alright, I gotta get down now though, we have dishes we have to put away, and I have to shower tonight since I have a staff meeting tomorrow morning before school and I don’t wanna have to get up earlier than I need to.” 

“Un beso más (One more kiss).” Javi smiled, gripping a little tighter on your thighs wrapped around his legs, refusing to let go until you fulfilled his request. 

“Solamente un beso más? Por qué no dos? Tres? (Only one more? Why not 2? 3?)” You giggled, one of your hands running through the thick curls of his hair, while the other traced soft circles along his jawline. 

“Me gustaría darte todos los besos, Osita. Te daría cualquier cosa. (I’d give you all the kisses, Osita. I’d give you anything.)” Leaning in, your mouths met again in a soft and sweet moment, a kiss that felt like he meant it- He would give you the world if you asked for it, and then some. 

“God, I could kiss you forever. Alright, Romeo, put me down, we got things to do, and if you don’t, I know for a fact none of those things are getting done.” 

“Fine.” He sighed overdramatically, letting your legs fall to the floor as he released his grasp. “I’ll clean up dinner and you can go take a shower.” 

“I can help with cleaning up, Jav. You made dinner, the least I can do is-” 

“Go get your ass in the shower. I’ll clean it up.” He smiled, planting a kiss on the top of your head before gesturing towards the bathroom, making you cross your arms over your chest with an unseriously stern look on your face. 

“Are you trying to tell me that I smell? Rude. Sure you’re not the one who needs to shower after your foot got covered in piss?” You raised an eyebrow at him, trying your best not to laugh. 

“Go shower, you dork.” Javi chuckled, giving your ass a playful slap as you parted ways, sticking your tongue out at him as you disappeared down the hallway and into the bathroom.

After a long, and even hotter shower than usual (considering you didn’t have to account for Javi’s temperature complaints), you wrapped yourself up in your towel and headed back to your room, where you found Javi laying in bed, reading one of the books you had been teasing him about for the past few weeks as it sat on his nightstand, unopened, even though he insisted he really was going to read it soon. As if the fact that him finally opening up and reading the book wasn’t enough to taunt him about, the way his face scrunched as he squinted at the pages certainly was. 

“You doin’ alright over there, Grandpa? Jav, you just have to give in and get glasses, you know you can’t see anything, stop trying to fight it.” You giggled, your appearance in the bedroom catching Javi’s attention, making him rest his open book over his stomach. 

“I don’t need glasses. I can see just fine. I’d look stupid in them, anyways.” He grumbled, refusing to admit that you were right even though he knew just as well as you that his eyesight was definitely not what it once was. He let out another sigh, dogearring the page of his book and setting it on his nightstand, his grumpy demeanor quickly shifting as you gave him that playful smirk you always did when you wanted to rub something in to prove your point. You let out another laugh as Javi rolled his eyes at you, shifting himself on the bed to lay on his side, face resting in his palm with those sweet puppy dog eyes that never left your sight any time he watched you get ready, even if all it meant was putting on one of his oversized shirts and sleep shorts to go to sleep in. 

“Yeah, okay.” You replied, your voice oozing with sarcasm. “And you wouldn’t look stupid in glasses, you look hot in anything, and I’m sure you would look extra hot with 20/20 vision.” 

“Pendejo…” 

“You love me.” 

The two of you laughed as you shuffled through the drawers of your dresser, pulling out one of Javi’s t shirts to wear to bed along with a pair of underwear and cotton shorts, piling the clothes next to you as you unwrapped your towel drying yourself off once more before letting it drop to the floor so you could change. You could see Javi’s reflection staring back at you, more specifically, your ass in the mirror, an awestruck and lustful look growing in his eyes as you reached over to pick up your shirt. 

“I can literally feel your eyes burning a hole through my ass, Jav.” You sassed, smirking back at him through the mirror as you watched him bite down on his lip. 

“Fuck, I love your ass so much, you know that?” Javi rasped, his tongue gently darting between his lips, eyes still locked on your behind. 

“Yes, Javi, you are very adamant about letting me know how much you love it.” You snickered, slipping his shirt over your head, followed pair your pair of underwear, opting to completely forgo your shorts to play into his comment. You crawled up into bed next to him, nudging him over so his back laid on the mattress and you laid on top of him, pressing a soft, slow kiss against his lips as his hands roamed down your back, sneaking under the hem of your shirt to knead the soft flesh of your ass, letting out a low groan as your mouths met. 

“Because it’s fucking perfect.” He hummed, gripping his fingertips even deeper into your skin after sliding them under the thin, cotton fabric covering it. 

“Wow, someone’s in a mood about my butt tonight. Didn’t know your giant t-shirt and my plain ass underwear was really doin’ it for ya.” You joked, a little grin spread across your face as you ran your hands through Javi’s hair before sliding them down his face to cup his jaw. It didn’t take long for you to realize that the look on Javi’s face had quickly turned from one of lust to deep thought, his brow scrunched and nostrils flared, making you tilt your head in confusion. “What’s wrong?” You asked, immediately noticing the shift in his demeanor. “You only get that look when you’re really thinking hard about something, or you have to fart and you’re trying to hold it in, and I’m really hoping it’s not the second one.” 

Your comment was enough to snap him out of his own thoughts, making him shake his head as the two of you laughed, Javi still holding back slightly as his eyes shifted down towards the mattress, practically hearing the gears in his brain turning, when all of a sudden, it clicked with you. 

Oh shit. 

The combination of his stare down and silence told you everything you needed to know. 

You tilted his chin back up towards your face, a curious smirk stretched between your lips as you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“You wanna fuck my ass, don’t you?” 

Your voice was sweet and sultry, immediately making Javi’s face go blank in shock that you had connected the dots before he had even said anything. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest almost as loudly as Javi’s, a nervous swarm of butterflies filling your stomach as you waited for him to respond. 

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it before. There had been plenty of times that Javi had put a thumb or fingers in your ass when he fucked you from behind, and holy shit, did it feel good whenever he did it. You’d honestly debated bringing it up before, but there was a part of you that could never bring yourself to do it because you never had, and you couldn’t help but feel nervous about it. 

It wasn’t that you didn't trust Javi- You’d trust him with your whole life without a second thought. There had never been a time since the moment you first had sex that your comfort wasn’t always his first priority. But with how full Javi felt inside you with just a thumb or a finger, couldn’t help but make you feel a little worried with how big he’d feel with his whole dick inside your ass. 

You also couldn’t help but feel a preemptive guilt if it ended up being too much and you had to ask him to stop, not that he would ever make you feel bad about it, but still, you couldn’t help but play out worse case scenarios in your head. But something about that look in his face as he stared you down in the mirror and head turning deep in thought was enough to spark that little flame of confidence you had brewing and beat him to the punch. 

“Hermosa…” He paused, the Adam's apple of his throat bobbing as he gulped, taking an anxious deep breath. “Baby, I-” 

“Do you?” 

The tightened grip of his fingers in your ass, gentle nod of his head and the low groan releasing from his chest was all you needed to know to figure out the answer to your question without even needing Javi to say a single word. His free hand mirrored yours, cupping your cheek as the two of you locked hungry gazes with each other, Javi now finally working up enough confidence to respond. 

“I want to so fucking bad.” Javi rasped, his dark brown eyes filled with a mix of desperation and need for reassurance. “But if you don’t want to, I don’t ever want to make you do something you’re not comfortable with. I promise, I won’t be upset about it at all.” The confident facade you had been fronting quickly began to crumble, your body flooding with a combination of nerves and excitement. 

“I do, I just- I- I’ve never done it before.” You weren’t sure how your voice had gotten so small and meek- maybe it was the reality of what you were about to do setting in at a rapid pace. Something about the sweet, soft innocence of your voice already had Javi hard as a rock, using every ounce of willpower to keep his composure, considering how even just the thought of even getting to put his dick in your ass already had him on edge. 

“That’s okay. Like I said, it’s only if you want to, baby. We can take it slow and if it’s too much, I’ll stop, no questions asked.” 

You could feel your head beginning to gently nod in agreement as Javi’s thumb rubbed soft circles on your jaw, a little smirk forming between your cheeks while your heart raced at a million miles per hour, almost feeling as worked up and nervous as the very first time the two of you had sex all that time ago. 

“I want to.” You whispered, letting your lips meet his in a tender and ferocious passion, muted moans escaping from each of your parted mouths. 

“You’re sure? I don’t want you to say yes just because I want to.” And fuck, could you feel how badly he wanted to, his fully hard dick straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, heavy against your thigh. You were no better despite your nerves, the cotton fabric of your underwear absolutely drenched already without Javi even touching you. 

“I’m sure. I promise.” 

A low groan rumbled deep in Javi’s chest as your mouths met again, Javi flipping you over so your back was flat against the mattress, letting his hands roam along your body while his lips traveled down your neck and collarbone. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweet girl. Gonna take my time with you, okay? I promise I’ll make sure you’re ready.” 

“Well I appreciate you just not going straight to shoving your dick into my ass, very gentlemanly of you.” You joked, trying to calm your nerves with your sarcastic wit, Javi practically snorting at your comment. 

“Jesus fucking Christ…” Javi whispered to himself through his laughter, resting his head on your chest as he looked up at you in amusement. 

“Sorry, I’ll stop and let you get back to business.” Javi lay frozen, still staring up at you with his head cocked to the side, eyebrows raised. 

“Osita, you know I love you very much, right?” 

“Yes.” 

“And that since we’ve been together, I’ve learned a lot of things about you? 

“Also yes.” 

“So you know I can tell when you’re nervous about something, right?” 

You let out a defeated sigh, crossing your arms in stubborn defiance, not wanting to admit that you knew Javi’s suspicions were correct. You waited a moment, and with a little frown pursed between your lips, you finally gave in. 

“...Yeah.” 

Javi rolled over next to you, draping one arm over your waist, the other holding his chin in his hand with his elbow propped up against the mattress, his tender gaze locking with yours, filling you with a sense of calm and reassurance you were convinced nothing else in the world could. “Osita, talk to me baby. What are you nervous about?” 

You flapped your arms up before planting them over your face, burying your head in your hands in embarrassment, your words muffled from underneath your palms. “What am I nervous about? Not to stroke your ego any more than it needs to be, but you have a huge dick, Jav. I’m also guessing this isn’t your first time, and it is for me, and you being the first giant dick to ever enter my ass has me a little nervous.” You rambled, your thoughts spilling out of your mouth faster than your brain could process them. “I really want to, I just don’t want it to not be good for you or for you to be upset if we stop or- I don’t know. I don’t want you to be mad about it if I’m the reason for- I- I’m probably overthinking it, I’m sorry.” You let out another deep exhale, averting your gaze from Javi’s staring down at the bed. 

This time, it was Javi’s turn to connect the dots, taking a moment to wonder why you were so worried about making him upset before putting the pieces together, his prediction making him clench his jaw in frustration. “Paul wanted to do it and you said no and he was a fucking asshole to you about it, wasn’t he?” 

Your head instantly shot up, swiveling around towards Javi’s agitated grimace, your face almost as shocked as Javi’s was when you had asked him if he had wanted to do this in the first place. “How… Javi, how did you-” 

“That motherfucker… he didn’t hurt you did he? I swear to God if he did, I’ll fucking fly up to Chicago right now and I’ll-” 

“Jav, Jav, cool your jets, killer.” You laughed softly, pressing your hand to his cheek to try and ground him before he really was on the next flight to Illinois. “No, he never did anything. He said that he wanted to and it kinda came out of the blue- I didn’t really want to at the time, especially not with him. He kept asking and asking and I would tell him no and he got so mad about it. Turns out that was around the time he started cheating on me anyways, and became an even bigger dickhead than he already was. But I always felt so guilty, and that it was my fault he was upset because I didn’t want to. I don’t know- I- I guess maybe this has stuck with me way more than it probably should have.” You could feel your voice shrinking, your eyes darting away once again, mortified by the fact that you completely ruined the moment by bringing up your shitty ex and his blatant lack of respect. “Sorry, I don’t know why we’re talking about this I-“ 

Before you could finish the rest of your sentence, Javi’s lips were on yours, swallowing the rest of your words as your mouths met with a passionate intensity, letting his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer, caging his chest against yours. “Hermosa, you know I would never be mad at you about something like that, right? I love you, Osita, you have nothing to apologize for. All I ever want is to make you feel good, baby. Fuck, that gets me off more than anything else. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.” 

“I trust you, Javi.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, lips grazing over his, giving him a gentle nod of reassurance. “I want you to.” 

You could audibly hear the gulp Javi had let out, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he let out a low groan, tightening the grip he had around your waist. “Want me to what, sweet girl? I wanna hear you say it, baby.” His lips began to travel down your jawline towards your neck, hot and wet presses languidly making their way to your collarbone as he tugged at the end of your shirt, snaking his hands up the soft skin of your stomach. You could feel the heat building in your core, letting out a soft moan as his hands palmed at your breasts, rolling your pebbled nipples between the tips of his fingers. 

“I want you to fuck my ass, Javi.” 

With that, his hands were shuffling your shirt over your head, tossing it over the side of the bed before letting his kisses make their way down your newly exposed skin, letting his tongue flick along each nipple before letting his gaze lock with yours, a small smirk spreading across his face. “I promise I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, Hermosa. Gonna take good care of you, baby, I swear.” 

“I know.” You nodded, staring back at the hunger pooling in the dark brown of his eyes, practically squirming in the sheets of your bed from the throbbing between your legs, feeling the slick almost dripping down your thighs from just how turned on you were. The grin on Javi’s face had become devilish, biting down on his bottom lip as he snaked his hand down your front, tugging at the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs before running a finger through your slit, already drenching him with your arousal. 

“Turn around, baby. Hands and knees, okay?” You could hear the subtle smugness in his tone, giving you a playful squeeze as he grabbed your hips, flipping you over face down on the mattress, making you squeal. You did Javi one better, laying your chest flat against the sheets, lifting your ass up in the air and giving it a little shake, Javi’s hands instantly kneading at the soft flesh in front of him, digging his fingertips deeper into your skin, feeling his hot breath hovering over your cunt. 

Suddenly, you felt a long, wide strip of his tongue through your folds, pressing hard and intensely along your clit before diving in like a man starved, lapping you up as he began to eat you out from behind. Each stroke of his tongue was more persistent than the last, the grip of his hands on your hips pulling your heat closer to his face as he licked and sucked at your throbbing bundle of nerves, the mix of your slick and his saliva coating your inner thighs. His feverish pace already had you fisting at the bedsheets, whimpering and moaning as his mouth worked along your dripping core, making you gasp even further when you felt his tongue begin to travel up towards your tight ring of muscle. 

“Oh holy fuck- Javi, oh my god, baby. Fuck me, oh shit.” You whimpered as Javi’s tongue swirled along your puckered hole, dancing around the edges before dipping inside, the sensation making you shudder in pleasure, feeling Javi’s low hum of approval deep in the back of his throat. If that wasn’t enough, one of the hands that had a tight grip on your ass was now collecting the slick dripping from your entrance, his fingers tracing through your folds before pressing firmly on your clit, the added stimulation immediately making the tingle begin to build at the base of your spine. As he worked at your hole, the pads of his fingers circling your sensitive bundle of nerves you could feel your breath becoming ragged, letting out a few more shaky exhales before your orgasm crashed through you, crying out into the soft fabric of the sheets, pleasure and euphoria flooding your body. 

As you came down from your high, Javi let his hands slide gently up and down your sides, pressing soft kisses along your back until he had made his way up your shoulder blades and neck, whispering tenderly into your ear. “Such a good girl for me, Osita. Came so hard letting me eat out that pretty little ass of yours. You want me to keep going?” 

“Fuck yes, oh my god Javi, please.” You whimpered, shaking your head frantically as you looked back at Javi, already sitting back on his knees to lift his shirt over his head before sitting up to kick off his sweatpants and boxers, letting his cock spring free, precum glistening and weeping from his tip, considering how painfully hard he had been since even the thought of getting to fuck your ass. 

You could feel his body hovering over yours, hands sliding up and down your sides before grabbing at your ass again, placing tender kisses on each cheek before leaning over to the nightstand on his side of the bed, pulling out the bottle of lube and setting it next to him. His hands roamed to your core once again, two fingers dipping into your cunt, curling to hit the soft, spongy spot inside you that already had you moaning again. 

It wasn’t long until his fingers were substituted for his cock, running his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal along his length before slowly pushing inside your pussy, already so wet and worked up, that even with sweet sting of his stretch, he still slid in with ease, setting a steady, even pace as one hand dug into your hip, the other reaching over to grab the bottle of lube, popping open the cap with a click and letting the cool liquid drip over your tight hole, making you gasp. You could feel the pads of his fingers pressing at the entrance to your ass, gently teasing you open with one finger, breeching up to his knuckle, the combination of both his finger and cock inside you making you whimper in pleasure. 

“That’s it. Such a good girl. Fuck, you’re already so fucking tight around my finger. You want another one in there, baby?” Javi mewled, prodding his finger deeper into your hole as he continued to thrust into you, his strokes slow and steady, but still punching deep into your g-spot with each thrust of his hips against the back of your thighs. 

“Yes- oh fuck- yes, oh my god.” You weren’t really quite sure how your brain was still even managing to form words at this point, the warm feeling that had been growing inside you spreading to every inch of your body. The pad of Javi’s second finger teased at your tight hole, collecting ample amounts of you slick and lube before pushing in to join the first, the thickness of both of his fingers making you clench even tighter around his cock and digits as you cried out in delight. 

“Shhhhhh, I know, sweet girl. Relájate (relax) baby, I’ve got you.”  

You could already feel your second orgasm starting to build again, heat beginning to bloom in your belly from the rhythmic pounding of Javi’s dick punching against your g-spot and his fingers prodding at the nerve endings of your ring of muscle, already feeling so full from the stretch of both holes. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck- oh fuck- Javi, I’m gonna cum again, fuckahhhhhhh-” You cried out, letting your second orgasm hit you even harder than your first, clenching down around Javi’s cock and fingers as you grabbed at handfuls of your bedsheets, trying to ground yourself as the intensity of your pleasure ripped through you. 

“There you go, Hermosa. That’s it, baby. Such a good girl. Did so good for me.” He cooed, gently pulling out both his cock and fingers, the emptiness making you shutter as Javi pressed tender, soft kisses down your back before making his way up your neck and nipping at your ear. “You think you’re ready for me, Osita? If not, it’s okay, I only wanna do what you want, mi amor (my love).” 

You took another few ragged breaths to compose yourself, unsure how your brain was even managing to function at this point as you came down from your high, trembling in delight. You nodded before you could speak, Javi letting out a low groan as he sucked at your pulse point, his words hot and heavy against your skin. 

“Need to hear you say it, pretty girl. Tell me what you want and it’s yours.” 

“Fuck my ass, Javi. I want you to fuck my ass, please baby.” You whined, whimpering your words against the soft fabric of your sheets, desperate for more, needing to feel all of him inside you in a way you hadn’t before. 

Javi let out an audible groan as he pulled back, letting his hands roam up your body and back to the lube resting on the bed, once again, popping open the cap and squirting some of the liquid into his palm as he fisted his dick, stroking himself a few times before lining himself up with your tight hole. “You promise you’ll tell me if you want me to stop?” 

You shook your head rapidly, fingers already gripping into the pillow in front of you as you braced yourself for Javi to enter, feeling his tip press against your tight ring of muscle. Suddenly, you could feel the sensation of Javi breeching your entrance, making you gasp at just how full you already felt as he had barely made his way inside you. Javi pushed further in, leaving you practically breathless from the stinging stretch of his cock filling you as he paused halfway, leaning over to check on you. 

“Oh fuck me- You okay, sweet girl?” 

“Mhhmmmmmm. Fuck Javi, you feel so big. Holy shit, baby. Oh fuck.” You gulped, squeezing around Javi’s length as he inched deeper and deeper inside of you, your clit and cunt throbbing as he filled you, the newfound sensation making you see stars. You were so focused on how you were feeling, you had barely noticed how tightly Javis fingertips were gripping into the soft flesh of your ass, like he was bracing himself for dear life as he sunk further and further into your tight hole. 

While Javi had found himself in this position with other women a handful of times before, he had never come close to feeling the same way about anyone the way he did about you- He had been dreaming about the day that you agreed to let him fuck your ass, and now finding himself inside you, knowing he would be the first and the last to ever have you like he was right now, had him on the brink of busting any second if he wasn’t careful. Javi had never been more thankful that you couldn’t see his face, because he knew he looked absolutely wrecked and was struggling to keep the ounce of composure he had left as you gripped around his cock like a vice. 

“Javi, oh shit- Javi, you can move baby.” You moaned, adjusting to his fullness, the initial pain quickly transforming to burning hot pleasure as you gave Javi the green light to keep going. After a few seconds, when Javi had said nothing and hadn’t moved at all, you spoke again, thinking maybe he hadn’t heard you. “Javi, I’m good, you can-” 

“I know, I know, fuck- sorry, baby. Jesus Christ- you’re so fucking tight, Hermosa, fuck me. Give me a second or I’m gonna fuckin’ bust right now.” Javi replied, halfway between a whimper and a moan as he firmly grasped your hips, carefully setting a slow pace as he began to thrust in and out of your ring of muscle, shocked to feel how quickly heat was beginning to bloom in your belly once again, his length languidly sliding in and out of your asshole, filling you and striking new nerve endings you had never felt before making you quickly begin to come undone. 

Your legs began to tremble, grasping at the mattress to brace yourself as you felt your clit throb and cunt clench as the coil in your belly tightened further and further, the lewd noises of your moans and grunts filling the room. 

“Javi, fuckfuckfuck, oh my god, baby I’m so close again, holy fuck.” You cried out, as even just the slightest pick up of Javi’s pace had you reeling closer and closer to the edge of your release. Javi freed one of his hands, snaking it between your legs to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves, already swollen and pulsing from your first two orgasms, and now even more responsive as the pads of his fingers circled against it. 

Javi wanted desperately to hold out for you and make you cum as many times as you wanted to just like this, but he knew damn well the moment you came and clamped down even harder around his cock than you already were, he was a fucking goner and going right along with you. He needed to give you one more before he also came embarrassingly fast, but he couldn’t help it. 

“Fuck Osita, fuck- I’m not gonna last much longer either, baby. Need you- oh shit- need you to give me one more, pretty girl. Cum for me, Hermosa, I’ve got you.” 

With only a few more strokes and circles around your clit, you were cumming so hard, you were honestly convinced you had blacked out. Your whole body shook as you wailed in delight, squeezing around Javi’s dick so hard it was only seconds before he was following suit, letting a ragged groan escape through his gritted teeth as you milked him of every last drop, Javi bracing himself for dear life with the grasp he had around your hips as he finished. 

Javi slumped over you, the two of you breathing so heavily it sounded more like you had just finished a triathlon more than anything else. He let out a deep hiss as he pulled out, taking a moment to admire his work as he watched his spend drip out your tight hole as your body collapsed onto the mattress. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been laying there before you were finally able to wrangle the brain power to speak again, and even then, the only words that you were able to manage were a quiet “holy fucking shit…” 

Javi flopped down, laying on his back next to you as you rolled over, both of your faces bright and blissed as you stared at one another, almost unsure of what to say. 

“Are you okay?” Javi asked, gently cupping your flushed cheek in his palm. 

“Am I okay? Javi… Holy fuck. I don’t think I have ever cum so hard in my entire life. I honestly thought I blacked out there for a second. Baby… That was, fuck, that was insane.” You half laughed to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fucking great. Holy shit. Sorry I couldn’t last longer, I didn’t think I was gonna go that fast but you felt so fucking good. Thank you, Osita.” 

“Thank you? For what?” You giggled, giving Javi a playful poke on the chest as you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“For this. For trusting me.” 

“Javier Jesús Peña…” You smirked, propping yourself up on your arm to get a better look at him, “I trust you with my life. More than anyone I’ve ever met. I should be the one thanking you for so graciously taking my butt virginity. Wouldn’t want anyone else in there besides you.” 

The two of you burst into laughter, Javi practically letting out a snort as he rolled his eyes at your ridiculous comment. “God, you’re fucking ridiculous. I love you, Osita.” 

“I love you too, Javi. C’mon, let's go shower before your cum sits in my asshole any longer and I get pregnant with your butt baby.” You snickered as you rolled off the bed, making your way to the bathroom. 

“Jesus fucking Christ… Butt baby? Seriously?” He snorted, following behind you, giving you a playful smack on your ass, scooping you up to hike you over his shoulder and fireman carry you to the shower, making you squeal. “You’re so fucking weird.” 

“Weirdo you love enough to put your dick in my ass and make your wife, so that’s on you, Jav.” You giggled as Javi set you down on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, giving him a little shrug before reaching into the shower to turn on the water. 

“And what a fucking lucky man I am.” 

Ever since starting his job at the Laredo Sheriff's Department, Javi had been able to count on a few things every morning when he got into work. Sheryl at the front desk would greet him with a half hearted “Good morning, Javier” , the smell of shitty work coffee would be brewing in the break room, and Agent Carter and Miller already arguing about something stupid at their desks instead of working on anything that actually needed to get done. That’s why when Javi made his way into work on Monday morning and was not greeted by any of those things, he knew his day was getting thrown for a loop- he just wasn’t quite sure how yet. 

“It was their idea, not mine, believe me.” Sheryl grumbled, rolling her eyes as she nodded towards the path to Javi’s office, holding her hands up in defense as if to prove she had nothing to do with whatever was going on beyond her desk. Javi paused, tilting his head and scrunching his brow in confusion at Sheryl before letting out a sigh, and hesitantly making his way back to find out what in the world she was talking about. 

He was surprised by the lack of Miller and Carter’s presence in their desk chairs, and the unusual silence filling the office as Javi turned his head, wondering where everyone was. He peered over the cubicles, looking for any sign of life, until a strange sound caught his attention from behind the door of his office. 

Woof, woof, woof! 

Javi shook his head, convinced he must be hearing things until the low bark repeated, followed by a hush of anxious voices whispering around the corner. 

“Oh no, shhhhhh! Shit, I didn’t think he was gonna bark.” 

“Well it’s a fucking dog, Carter, what the hell did you think it was gonna, do, meow?”

“Maybe he didn’t hear it.” 

“I highly doubt that, dumbass. God, he’s gonna be fucking pissed.” 

“Your idea, not mine.” 

Even though he couldn’t see them, Miller and Carter’s worried whispers were enough to let Javi know he wasn’t imagining the barking coming from behind his office door. Letting out a deep sigh, which sounded a lot more like a groan, Javi carefully twisted open the doorknob to his workspace, only to be greeted by a large, shaggy and very dirty Golden Retriever staring back at him with big brown eyes, happily wagging its tail and shaking excitedly at Javi’s presence. Although Javi had heard the bark from behind his door, it didn’t stop him from doing a double take from the dog now residing in his office, running his hand over his face in a confused frustration as to how and why Miller and Carter had already managed to make his Monday morning a pain in his ass. 

“Why the fuck is there a dog in my office?” Javi half shouted, making Carter and Miller sheepishly appear from around the corner with guilty looks on their faces, avoiding eye contact with Javi as he glared through the two of them, wondering how the hell they were going to try and talk themselves out of this one. 

“Hey Peña, uh, I uh… Listen Miller was the one who brought him in, and he was so cute that I wasn’t not gonna do anything about it and-” 

“Oh, way to throw me under the fucking bus, Carter!” Agent Miller huffed, cutting Carter off in attempts to let the blame completely fall on him. “You agreed we should keep him here so that we could-” 

“Okay, that still doesn’t explain why the fuck there’s a dog in my office.” Javi groaned, cutting off Carter and Miller before they found themselves in a pointless arguing match about how and why there was now a dog happily leaning itself against Javi’s leg, his tail shaking back and forth, completely enamored by Javi. 

It was taking everything in Javi not to reach down and pet him to try and prove a point to Carter and Miller that they had astronomically fucked up the rest of his plans for the morning, but the dog was sure as hell adorable and sweet as could be. 

“Okay, well, I was driving into work this morning, and as I was making my way down that back road past the cattle ranch a few blocks down from here, this guy ran out in the road. Thank God I saw him when I did. I stopped, got out, and he came right up to me, but there was obviously no one with him. He looked relieved that he’d found me. Poor guy is dirty and skinny as hell. He hopped right into my car and ate the rest of my McGriddle which I was kinda pissed about, but I can’t blame ‘em.” Miller sighed, now crouching down to give the dog some scratches on the head before continuing on with his story. “So I went to some of the houses on the street and no one had ever seen this dog before. I called Webb County Animal Control to see if anyone had reported  a missing dog that looked like him, but no one had. I asked if I should take him to the shelter to see if anyone would come for him, but the lady on the phone said if no one’s reported him missing, they probably wouldn’t come for them.” 

“Well tell him what else, Miller.” Carter encouraged, trying to aid in Miller’s defense as he rose back up, standing next to his partner. 

“When I called the animal shelter to ask them what to do, the woman I talked to said the shelter is so full, that if we brought him in and no one claimed him within the next two weeks, that they’d…” Miller trailed off, him and Carter both grimacing, unable to finish the rest of his sentence as he looked down at the gleeful, furry face staring back up at him. “Well, let’s just say that things weren’t gonna look so good for him. I couldn’t bring myself to drop him off, and I wasn’t just gonna fucking leave him, so, I uh- I brought him here.” 

Javi let out a deep sigh, burying his hands in his face for a moment before rubbing his temples, understanding why Miller had done what he did, but nonetheless, still frustrated that now he had become wrapped up in solving a missing dog case. 

“So what? Are you gonna keep him?” Javi questioned, finally giving in to bend down and give the dog a few pats on his side, feeling just how skinny and boney he was as his hand met his belly. 

“Oh no, I can’t keep him. Apartment doesn’t allow dogs. I would if I could.” Miller admitted, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, feeling guilty for his lack of helpful response. 

“What about you? You keeping the dog?” Javi asked, looking over at Carter, giving him a little shrug, hoping he was the solution to his temporary canine problem. 

“Um, no. Sorry. I’m allergic. He’s cute as hell but my eyes have been itching ever since he got here.” 

“So what, he’s just gonna live here? C’mon you guys, really?” Javi grumbled, now crouching down next to the dog, getting a better look at his begging eyes and goofy grin under his panting tongue, giving Javi a few licks on the face in excitement as his tail began to wag rapidly from Javi’s closeness. 

Javi couldn’t help but let out a little laugh as the dog lapped against his face, wrapping his hands around the dog’s head and giving it a playful rub to get the dog to stop before staring back at the sweet, sad eyes staring back at him. He scratched under the dog’s chin before it was snuggling up next to him, comfortably plopping himself down over Javi’s feet and letting out a content little grumble as his tail continued to thump against the floor in joy. 

Javi closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. A deep sigh. Not because he didn’t like this dog. Hell, not even because he was really that mad at the two office idiots for bringing the dog here this morning. Javi let out a long, exasperated sigh, because he could feel the willpower he had preached to you about holding out on a dog until the new house- a conversation he had just had with you last night- was absolutely crumbling. 

He couldn’t come home with a dog, right? He had just spent all of last night convincing you that the apartment wouldn’t be a good place for a dog. But… that was for a puppy. This was a full grown dog. A calm one, at that. A fucking cute one at that. God, it had been 5 minutes and this dog was already attached at the hip to him, and it was probably fair to say that Javi had gotten just as attached, if not more. Carter and Miller were right, with the shape the dog was in, it really did look like no one had been taking care of him, or had any plans to come and find him, and Javi couldn’t bear the thought of sending the dog off to the shelter, knowing his inevitable fate. 

Fuck.

“Okay, well, do you know anything else about him? Are you sure that there’s no one looking for him?” Javi grunted as he pushed himself back up to stand, trying to keep his cool as he looked over at Carter and Miller, their eyes still peeled to the ground in hopes the lack of direct eye contact would lessen their chances of a complete reaming from Javi. 

“No, boss. Only other thing we could find about him was the little tag on his collar, which wasn’t helpful at all, because it only had his name.” Carter shrugged, peeking up at Javi, surprised by the even keel of his tone. Javi bent back down, the dog immediately rolling over on his back and exposing his belly for Javi to pet as he reached towards the dog’s neck, gently tugging at the tethered collar under his tangled fur to read the poorly engraved tag attached, letting out an even bigger sigh and shaking his head in disbelief at the name. 

Bear. 

Of fucking course. As if the universe needed to send him another sign. Of fucking course the dog’s name was the same as his nickname for you, Osita- little bear. 

Javi couldn’t help but laugh to himself, running his hand over his face once again. “Shit. You sure no one’s looking for him?” 

Both Carter and Miller shook their heads, crossing their arms over their chests in sad disappointment at Bear, laying sprawled across Javi’s feet. Letting out one last reluctant exhale, Javi looked back at the pair, nervously awaiting his response before he spoke. 

“If… If no one calls looking for him by the end of the day… I’ll take him home with me.” 

Carter and Miller’s faces lit up in shock and delight, staring at Javi, dumbfounded by what they had just heard. “I mean… Fuck, well… that was way easier than I thought it was gonna be.” Miller half grumbled to himself, glancing over at Carter, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

“I obviously don’t have any dog shit at home so I’m gonna have to leave early today to get some, so you two idiots are gonna have to finish up the rest of the paperwork I needed to do this afternoon, we clear?” 

“Yeah, yup- Absolutely. Will do.” The two nodded in agreement, still in shock that the worst they had gotten from their boss from dropping a stray dog off in his office was the rest of his paperwork for the day. 

“Fuck me. Alright, c’mon Bear.” Javi sighed, pushing open his office door, Bear, happily trotting along behind him, tail wagging in delight as Carter and Miller stared back at each other, frozen in shock that they, with very little convincing, had gotten their boss to happily take their furry problem into his own hands. 

If the fact that Bear wasn’t cute as can be was enough to win over Javi, he was also the sweetest, most relaxed dog he’d had ever met. Bear was perfectly content to lay down next to Javi’s desk, letting out content grumbles and sighs as he slept and Javi worked, sprawled out across the floor. Bear also seemed to love everyone he met, joyfully making his rounds around the station with Javi after a failed attempt at leaving him behind in his office, immediately caving to Bear’s sad, lonely whines and big brown eyes from behind the glass of his office window. Around 2:00 PM, after Javi had given Bear the better half of his turkey sandwich for lunch, he found himself just as hungry as that poor dog probably was this morning, deciding to cut his day short to get himself some food, and gather whatever else he needed before bringing Bear back to the apartment. 

Javi thanked whatever higher power that the woman working at the pet store this afternoon was not the same woman he had adamantly convinced last night that he was not coming with a dog, because in the back seat of his truck, sat a dog he was now bringing home. The woman working at the store had helped Javi to find everything he needed for Bear and probably then some, Javi more than thankful for her patience and advice, feeling overwhelmed by what to get for a dog that had landed in his care only a few short hours ago.  

After 2 trips up your apartment stairs to drop off the bed, food, treats and toys Javi had gotten, he made one final trip back for Bear, who had glady hopped out of the truck and followed Javi back to your place after a quick pee on the bush in the parking lot, leaving Javi very thankful the dog had found a spot to relieve himself that wasn’t on his shoe. 

“Well, welcome home, I guess.” Javi chuckled as Bear busted through the apartment door, tail wagging at a propeller like speed as he meandered through the space, sniffing and exploring around the kitchen and living room, before wandering back to the bags from the pet store Javi had set on the ground, giving them a little prod with his snout before sitting next to them, looking up at Javi as if to ask if he could have the food and treats that were inside. “Well… I guess a little more food couldn’t hurt, right?” 

There were very few times where Javi was home from work before you, and when he did, he normally told you before he left, or called you at work to let you know- so when you pulled into the parking lot to see Javi’s truck next to your empty parking space, it was safe to say you were a bit perplexed. You quickly unpacked your bags from your car, making your way up to the apartment, trying to rationalize with your confusion and nerves as to why Javi had beaten you home. As you unlocked your door, you gently pushed it open, now even more confused by the muffled grunts and swearing coming from down the hallway. Dropping your things at the entryway, you quickly began working your way through the apartment to figure out what was going on before you almost tripped and fell over a large dog bed now in the middle of your living room. 

“What the hell…” You murmured to yourself, your brow scrunching in bewilderment as you caught your step over the soft, plushy surface, doing a double take to realize that what had almost taken you to the ground was a dog bed. Looking over, you then noticed the several bags from the local pet store, now even more puzzled as your attention shifted back to the end of the hallway, hearing Javi’s voice as well as the sound of running water and frantic splashing. 

“Goddamnit, will you just stay still please? We’re almost done, bud.” 

Almost sprinting to the bathroom, you pushed open the door to find a pile of towels spread across the floor, Javi kneeling over the side of the tub, shirt absolutely soaked as he held the shower handle towards a goofy, wet, golden retriever dancing around in the other end of the tub as he saw you. 

“Uhhhhhh, Javi… Why is there a dog in our bathtub?” You stood stunned in the doorway, your presence startling Javi as he spun around, dropping the shower handle, making it spray over the walls, leading the dog to playfully bark and shake as it hopped over the ledge of the tub to greet you. 

“No, Bear! Come back here! Fuck. I uh- I can explain, I-” Javi stammered, scrambling to grab the flailing shower head before reaching for the dog to try and wrangle him back into the shower, the rest of his thought cut off by Bear taking one more step towards you before bracing himself for a giant shake, absolutely drenching you as you burst into laughter, wiping your now soaking face with the palms of your hands before reaching down to pet the cheerful dog, wagging his wet tail as he leaned up against your leg. 

You couldn’t help but let the smuggest grin spread across your face, now putting the pieces of the puzzle together. “Bear, huh? You come up with that one?” You giggled, crouching down to greet who you now were presuming to be the newest resident of your household, rubbing his hands over his drenched, furry body, squealing as he licked all over your face. “I thought we couldn’t have a dog in the apartment, Jav, and I hate to break it to you, this is definitely a dog… very much in our apartment.” 

Javi let out a snort, rolling his eyes at you as he reached over to shut off the water, resting his back against the edge of the tub, propping his arms up over the sides as he braced himself to try and explain his current situation to you. “Well…” he grinned sheepishly as Bear paced back and forth between the two of you, his tail swaying side to side as he dripped puddles across the bathroom floor, “I got into work this morning and the first thing I saw was a fucking dog that Carter and Miller had dropped in my office after Miller found him on his drive in.” 

“Which I am assuming is this dog?” You laughed, gesturing towards the giddy Golden Retriever jaunting around the bathroom. 

“Yeah, this one. Miller said that he found him on a dirt road. Called animal control and no one had been looking for a dog that looked like him, and that when he called the shelter, they were so full, that if someone didn’t either come to get him or adopt him in the next couple weeks, that, well… they probably would have to… Fuck, Cater is allergic and Miller can’t have dogs at his place, and I- he’s so sweet, and I couldn’t just let him go so-” 

“So you bought out the better part of the pet store so he could live here with us?” You grinned, raising an eyebrow at Javi as Bear happily sat himself down in his lap, making Javi grunt at the weight of the dog plopping himself down across his legs. 

“I mean… I uh… I-” Javi mumbled, sheepishly looking down at Bear before looking back at you, doing your best to contain your laughter and giggles. “What, Hermosa?” Javi phrased it as a question, even though he already knew the answer- You were never going to let him live this down for the rest of his life. 

“And you thought you needed to be worried about me bringing a dog home without asking.  Does this mean we have a new member of the Peña family?” You smirked, making your way over to Javi and Bear, squatting down on the soaking bathroom floor next to them, pressing a playful peck onto Javi’s cheek as you gave Bear a big scratch. 

“If that’s okay with you.” 

“You’re lucky he’s cute, and you’re lucky you’re cute, too. Yes, of course it’s okay with me. Welcome to the family, Bear Peña.” 

The two of you smiled at each other as you sat on the bathroom floor, a damp and soggy Bear spread across your laps with the happiest and goofiest grin spread over his face, too. While coming home to find Javi wrestling a stray dog in your tub wasn’t exactly how you pictured welcoming the newest member of your family into your lives, in some strange way, it couldn’t have felt more perfect. Getting to grow and share your life together with Javi was all you could ever really ask for, even if that meant a Monday night, soaking wet from a dog bath gone wrong. 

“Okay, well, we should probably dry this goofball off and get his stuff all situated. Poor guy is probably exhausted after all of his adventures today, aren’t ya bud? Do you think we should put the dog bed in our room? I don’t want him to get scared during the night, but I’m not really sure if we should have him up on our bed, ya know?” 

As you pushed yourself up to stand, you waited for Javi’s response, only to be greeted by double the amount of big, brown puppy dog eyes now staring back at you as you turned around. Javi still said nothing, a guilty look growing across his and the dog’s, as you let out a deep sigh, wondering how in the world you were going to build up your immunity to another sweet face that made you crumble. 

“You already let him on the bed, didn’t you, Jav?” 

“.... Maybe.” 

“Like I said, the two of you are very lucky you’re cute.” 

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Hello! I read your headcanon about Captain Syverson (my favorite captain) being nervous on his first date - that was so adorable!

Would you mind doing another one of how he possibly struggles to muster the courage to ask the girl who makes him that nervous out on a first date?

I'm so happy you liked it 🥰 Thank you for reading

He's shakin' in his boots

He's rusty

Hasn't been out on a date in a while

Much less asked a girl out on one

He's been out in the field so long

Seeing such terrible things day in and day out

Even when he's home on R&R, it's like he's always waiting on the other foot to drop

And if he's not on edge, he's flat-out bored

He's always used to being in control for the most part

Control of situations

Control of his emotions

But when he meets you, that changes

You're so sweet and wonderful

You make him remember a time before his life was all violence and war

When he was younger and more free

It starts as a bit of a crush that he thinks he's got a handle on

But soon he wants to spend every waking second with you

And suddenly he's ok with having a few weeks before he gets sent back out on a deployment

Because he wants to spend them with you, as much as you'll have him

He enjoys being a friend to you, and he sure hopes he's not misreading the room

But he wants more, and he feels confident that you do too

The way your smile takes up half your face when you see him

How he swears your eyes twinkle when he calls you Darlin'

How his skin tingles when you rest your hand on his forearm to get his attention

He's got it for you bad and it's almost laughable how much he has to psych himself up to ask you out

If only the boys could see him

Practicing it out loud to hear what sounds better

Trying to determine if he should be more playful or direct and honest

He's had an easier time reaching for a live grenade and hurling it back at the enemy than he does getting those words out

"You think maybe you'd wanna...get dinner with me one of these days? Go out and get a nice steak, maybe some wine? I'd love to take you out, if you'd have me."

And his heart is in his throat while he waits for your response

But the butterflies cover up the palpitations when you nod, head tilted to the side cuter than ever as you gaze at him

"I think I will."

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Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I’m So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She’s My Addiction) || Chapter 13c (Patience) || Chapter 14a (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14b (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14c (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 15a (Dreams) || Chapter 15b (I Sing A Song of Love) || Chapter 15c (You Can Do This If You Try) || Chapter 16 (Let That Feeling Grab You Deep Inside || Chapter 17A: Never Tear Us Apart || Chapter 17B: It’s Tough To Be Somebody, And It’s Hard Not To Fall Apart  || Chapter 17C: I'm Wishing, Lord, That I Was Stoned ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 18: Turn The Page

New York City || September 1988

So you walk into this restaurant All strung out from the road And you feel the eyes upon you As you're shakin' off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you But you just want to explode

-- “Turn The Page,” Bob Seger (1971) [click here to listen]

Claire Fraser took a long drink from the glass of water beside the bathroom sink. Closed her eyes. Counted five deep breaths.

Bob Seger’s voice flowed through the tiny portable radio that she and Jamie took everywhere on the road.

Here I am, on the road again There I am, up on the stage There I go playin' the star again There I go, turn the page

She opened her eyes. Listened to the man sing so passionately, so desperately, about his exhaustion and heartbreak from living in the spotlight. Touring relentlessly. Feeling displaced in his own life.

“Claire?”

Jamie poked his head around the door, humming along with the song.

Not for the first time, Claire was grateful that the tour had wildly exceeded all expectations – the private plane instead of tour buses; limos to and from the gig; and hotel suites that were so large they typically had two bathrooms.

Not that they minded sharing, of course – but living on top of each other could be hard sometimes. On nights like these, she needed her own space.

And now, Jamie met her eyes in the mirror.

Enjoyed his surprise.

“What…you…”

She turned to face him. Took a moment to admire him in all black – the dress shirt that she had ironed for him this morning, black jeans, black belt with silver studs, boots. The leather jacket whose inside pocket she tucked a love note into every morning.

She raised her arms. “What do you think?”

The red dress wasn’t something she had intended to buy, that afternoon in Miami when the band needed a few hours with Colum to discuss the European leg of next year’s tour (“the leg owed to the fans, after the shit Jamie pulled last year before he got clean,” he had reminded them). She had kindly suggested to Charlotte and Molly – Angus’ groupie girlfriends – that rather than spend another afternoon inside, they explore the shopping mall attached to the hotel. Jamie had insisted that one of the roadies go with them, to deal with any photographers or aggressive fans – but Claire had only smiled and said that it would be fine.

She had been correct, of course. It was such a breath of fresh air to walk up and down the long corridors, eat Cuban sandwiches in the food court, browse the selections in the department stores and specialty boutiques. Anonymous. To interact with sales clerks not as the wife/girlfriend of the biggest rock musicians in the world – but simply as three women having a nice afternoon out together.

And, truth be told, it was good to get some time with Charlotte and Molly. They asked – respectfully – about her relationship with Jamie, and she in turn asked – respectfully – about their relationship with Angus. Watched them tear up when Charlotte started talking about the uncertainty before them when the tour ended, and when Molly wondered whether they would ever be enough.

Not quite knowing what to say, Claire absently pulled through a clearance rack – and then…

“Ohmygod Claire!” Molly exclaimed. “You have to try that one on!”

Startled, Claire focused on the sleeveless, ankle-length red dress.

“Jamie will freak when he sees that on you!” Charlotte smiled, shifting an armful of lingerie to look closer.

Claire pursed her lips. Thinking.

“Come on, Claire! You need to look like the rockstar wife you are.” Molly grabbed the dress. “Let’s go try it on. Come on!”

Initially she had only wanted to placate Molly. But when she saw herself in the dressing room mirror, she immediately knew how Jamie would react.

Three weeks later, she was correct.

She swirled slightly, enjoying the feel of the fabric swishing around her calves. The bite of cold air on her bare chest and belly. And the incredulous look on Jamie’s face, eyes dark.

“It’s very…red,” he stammered. “Are you wearing a bra?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s our first event as a couple. And as husband and wife. We need to make a splash.”

He swallowed. Stepped closer to take her elbows, thumbs stroking the soft skin.

“I suppose. Every man will have his eyes on you tonight.”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll only feel yours.”

His eyes darkened. “I like knowing, that at any time tonight, I can just do this…” One hand trailed across the fabric of the dress, over her breast, until it reached the strip of exposed skin spanning her neck to her navel. “And then this…” His thumb edged under the flap, teasing the underside of her breast, in the way he knew would drive her absolutely crazy.

Her lips parted. His eyes locked on hers – taking in the red tones sweeping her eyes and cheeks, and her scarlet lipstick, and the silver hoops hanging in her ears.

“Can we just stay here tonight?” he asked softly, not exactly joking.

She shook her head. “Jamie, Lou fucking Reed came to the show at Madison Square Garden last night and not only insisted on meeting you and complimenting your music, he invited us to his party tonight. He’s had his own addiction issues, he’s not a dummy. And we’ve talked about this, we can’t avoid parties forever. It will be good for all those people to see you.”

He removed his thumb from her breast, and bridged the gap between them to lean his forehead against hers. Without words, their hands found each other, twining and grasping.

As was their habit now, he pressed their thumbs together. The C she had tattooed at the base of his thumb, mingling with the J he had tattooed at the base of her thumb.

“It’s going to be so hard, Claire. Not that I don’t want to see people, or show you off, or help you get to know them.” He swallowed. “I’ve been to these kinds of parties before. Huge open bar. Waitresses in low cut dresses handing around trays of drugs like it was a tray of snacks. People doing lines on the tables. People…fucking in the bathroom.”

She swallowed. “I’ll stay with you the whole time. You can be my excuse to stop talking to someone if it gets too awkward. Or to say no, if something like that is offered to you. You know I don’t care, right?”

He nodded. Hands shaking.

“Do you want to call Raymond?”

He shook his head. “Not right now. Tomorrow, definitely. Let me see how I get through this. Maybe we agree on a few points for tonight?”

“Anything. I love you.”

He smiled. “OK. I’ve got gum in my pocket – that will keep us from getting too thirsty. And if we need something to drink, we’ll ask for club soda, and we’ll watch the drink poured in front of us. I don’t care if it’s awkward. I can’t trust.”

She released one hand from his grip, and slid it into the back pocket of his jeans. “Got it. And you know it’s easier if we touch, right? Hold my hand. Put your hand on my hip. I don’t care. I’ll be right there with you. And you’ll be right there for me.”

He stepped closer, and she parted her legs, and he stood between them. Pressing her hips against the bathroom counter.

“If we get separated, Jamie, I promise I’ll stay true to my sobriety, and to you.”

“I promise the same. I only want you.”

“I’ll touch my letter on you. Will you?”

“Yes,” he swallowed. Kissing the arch of her eyebrow. “That will help. But let’s also agree on a signal, if one of us feels need for love. And the need to go.”

She rubbed the tip of her nose against his. Breath so warm on his lips. “How about…” She tapped the center of his chest. “Touch here. Close to your heart. That’s where I feel need, when I want to love you. Is that where you feel it, too?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “It pools here. Like fire. God, I need to kiss you, Claire. Please let me kiss you.”

She turned her face away, smiling. “I don’t want you to smudge my lipstick. And I want you to hold that thought all night, Jamie. Hold on to that pool of fire. Can you do that for me?”

She felt his smile against her jaw. “Gonna be so, so good when we get back here,” he growled.

“I know, baby. It will keep us strong and true tonight. I love you.”

He pulled back a bit. Raised her hand to his lips. Kissed her wedding ring.

“I love you, Dr. Mrs. Fraser.”

She smiled. “I love you, you idiot. Come on. The limo should be waiting.”

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DANCE MARATHON EPISODE (AKA MURDER ON THE DANCE FLOOR)-PART 5

After a quick blowjob break out in the soon-to-be-bloodspattered Stars Hollow High football field, a certain homocidal maniac in a puke green church donation bin coat has returned, and he's ready to dish out some sass. Shane is not in tow yet, but we need to give her time to freshen up and make herself presentable for the remaining few hours of her life.

Lane's pointless bitterness towards Jess is such a fucking waste. My "Lane hates Jess for stupid reasons when they could have been pals" rant has been reheated in the metaphorical microwave too many times already, so I won't repeat myself, but yeah. It's still about that fucking car accident.

Getting your dick sucked on the high school football field before committing a gruesome homocide can really work up a boy's appetite.

Baby you're such a good noticer. *kisses forehead*

I can't think of anyone more deserving of a rock hard permanent public erection. Wait And now, for what is possibly my favorite five-word exchange in the entire series:

The most perfectly executed dry delivery. Ugh! Sheer perfection!

Well, at least egg salad sandwiches beat the Crack and Despair Sandwiches Liz used to pack in his lunchbox.

Miss "My Virginity Spared Me From Becoming Football Field Fertilizer" has arrived with Also-Not-Dancing Butthead in tow. If the food is for the dancers, I better not see him eat anything. I will smack that sandwich out of his hand so fast so help me god (virgins always survive the killing spree).

You ever think about what a monstrous hell it must be for Jess living in a place like Stars Hollow? I think about this a lot. But I like to think that off screen he gets in his car and gets the fuck out of there as much as possible. Anyway, this is another perfectly dry one liner that I absolutely love. I want to fil out adoption papers and take all of his sarcastic one liners from this episode home from the shelter. R: You have nothing better to do than sit in a gymnasum staring at a dance marathon? J:Idk, do you have nothing better to do than sit inside a gymnasium staring at a dance marathon? R:Do you think you're bugging me sitting in front of me and staring like that? J: Do you think you're bugging me dancing and staring at me like that? R: I'm not staring at you! J:How do you know I'm staring at you?

Dean: It's been two years. Maybe you can glance at my dick for once, Rory. Has Rory ever said anything supportive of Dean that wasn't said with the same conviction as if she were a bank robbery hostage? Deany has that constipated look on his face again. Is he sad because no one was staring at him? But someone was. I'll give you a hint, it's a certain MILF who wants to turn that 34 into a 69. Lorelai is 34 years old in this episode, by the way. He's proudly displaying his love of young milfs on his literal sleeve. Listen, you could power Stars Hollow with the combined sexual frustration of these three people + Lane and Dave Ryglaski to make it extra nuclear. When nobody puts out, you get three teenagers eating egg salad and having an "I'm not staring at you!" argument in a school gymansium at 10pm.

Ooooh. Jess is shakin in his little murder boots. J: I'm supporting my town. R: Go back to New York. Oh Rory babe, if only he could, he'd be home now with a smile on his face with a pushcart hot dog in one hand while some easy alt chick rode his dick. Well, yeah he's got that now but he's going to feed her to the swans then take an 8 month vow of celibacy for some reason.

Got em.

He's so LAME. Jared: Hey AmyShermanPalladino, can't Dean get any fun comebacks for once? Why does Milo get all the good sass? AmyShermanPalladino: You can pick from the reject pile. We've got "my former comment still stands" "Are you trying to act tough, you're wearing a tie" and "You're the one who's going"

She's so horny. God help her.

Shane Campbell stars in the newest WB Network vehicle, "My Favorite Murder Victim." He keeps picking at that sandwich like he's going to find a $100 bill in the bread.

You want this poor girl to spend the last precious hours of her life doing math problems?

I guess egg salad will wash the taste of dick out of her mouth.

We heard you the first time, Ice Vagina. What is Dean even doing here, lol.

There's something incredibly erotic about this line.

Dean is like, what the hell is going on? Why is she touching me?

*immediately pushes her off*

Don't give him any more ideas, Jess.

I just want to point out that on the table behind them, fresh fruit and brownies are available for consumption. You know you guys don't have to eat those sandwiches.

Code for "I'm gonna go find the murder implement I stowed away in the bushes earlier"

[disappointing-my-kid]

Luigi is pretending to be Peach when he gets kidnapped but Bowser knew instantly.

It was one of his kids who did the kidnapping this time. To show their papa how strong and brave they are so something.

Bowser doesnt even need to look Luigi in the eyes to know this isnt Peach. She never shows such fear when being kidnapped. He can easily see whoever this is fidgeting and shakin in their boots (or heels) but hes a good father. And the look on his kids face. How could he ruin this. So he plays along.

A booming laugh shakes Luigi to his core as he slowly looks up to meet Bowsers gaze. He feels like those fiery red eyes are looking into his soul. Suddenly the mask on his face feel straggling. Then Bowsers gaze finally leaves him and goes to the Koopaling that captured him and softens. “Fantastic work! Now tell me who helped you in such a feat!” The child bounced up and down on the spot “No one Papa! I did it all by myself!” Luigi had never seen Bowser this way before. Sure he knew he had kids but he never imagined him actually being a good father. The way Bowsers fave shifted into the facade of shock. “Surely not just you! No no someone must have helped you. Why something of this caliber? You must have taken the whole army!” At that the child giggled as Bowser made a show of looking around. “No papa it was just me! No help at all!!… well grandad did show me a map to the mushroom kingdom.” The child was nervously fiddling with claws at the mention of help. Bowser now put on a display of wonder. “Really? Thats all the help you got?” Then he boomed “Wonderful my child! Fantastic work!” His child giggling as Bowser lifted them up into the air a few times, Bowser laughing along with them.

Completely stunned by this, Luigi just stood there unsure of what to do. Did Bowser forget he was here? Who knew the man or well koopa had such a soft side, he was wonderful with his kid. Maybe he could escape while they both are distracted. He felt bad for the lil one seeing how happy they had been about capturing him. Which is why Luigi was so easy to capture in the first place, having a soft spot for kids himself. But he couldnt let Bowser figure him out. Tho the moment he shifted to move Bowser instantly looked at him, causing him to tense up. His Anxiety getting the better of him and he just gave a sheepish awkward wave. Hes so going to die here. The look Bowser was giving him, if looks could kill. Yup this is it. The moment hes found out hes done for. Bowser turned back to his child and in a more serious tone “Now i have some things i need to discuss with the Princess.” The way he said it made the hair in Luigis neck stand up. Peach had said Bowser never hurt her but boy was he terrifying. “So why dont you l” but before he could finish what he was saying the child interrupted him with a whine “but daadd i wanna play with the Princess!” Giving him father the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. Which in Luigis opinion was pretty darn good. He could clearly see Bowsers internal struggle. Something else won out though when Bowser glanced back in Luigis direction. “Im sorry but this is rather important. Why dont you head down to the kitchens and pick tonights dinner.” At this the child quickly jumped up “Can I pick dessert too!!” Bowser chuckled at his childs excitement and nodded “yes yes dessert too.” And just like that the kid was off. Rushing past Luigi without even glancing at him.

When the door closed instantly the mood shifted into something heavy. Every part of Luigis being told him to run. Slowly he turned back to look at Bowser. All softness gone from his face. His eyes narrowed as to get a better look at this “Princess” and then he stood. “So Princess” he began has he walked from his throne towards Luigi. “How are you doing today?” Though the words themselves had been pleasant they had been spoken with such sarcasm that Luigi knew he knew. Frozen in fear as his mind raced on what to do. He should say something. But how. What to say to not get burnt to a crisp. “I asked you a question Princess” Bowser was now right in front of Luigi, who looked up with horror at the anger on Bowser face. “Im waiting” well its now or never. Taking in a deep breath and mustering up all the courage he had “Im” was all he got out before a punch right in the gut cut him off and lifting him off the floor slightly. He gasped as all the air was knocked out of him. Bowser then let him crumple to the floor. Doubled over Luigi clutched his stomach.

Bowser demanded “Get up.” But when Luigi made no move to stand Bowser growled out “Get… Up” slowly Luigi placed one arm out and pushed himself up. He staggered for a moment but once he got his balance he slowly looked up to Bowsers face. All color draining as his eyes met with the Koopas. Pure rage is all Luigi could find. “Im still waiting on you to answer my question.” Bowsers features smoothed out as Luigi knew this was a trap. He knew he was already stuck in it. He needed to figure a way out of this that didnt end in him dying. “B-Bow” was all he got out before his entire middle wasn yanked up. Arms pinned to his sides as Bowsers grip held him firmly. Then the pressure increased. Luigi gasping at the pain from his earlier blow. Bowsers voice dripped with venom as he spoke “Did you really think you could fool me? With this pathetic displace?” He gestured to Luigis entire form. “Do you take me for a fool?” He spat. Luigi quickly shaking his head as he wriggled in Bowsers grasp. Bowser who at the display only tightened his grip a bit more. Luigi letting out a pathetic squeak as air became hard to get. At the sound Bowser scoffed “lets see who you really are.” Unable to move at all Bowser ruffly ripped off Luigis mask, scratching his cheek deeply as he did so. Then everything froze. Luigi had his eyes screwed shut waiting for the final blow to come. Bowsers gripped loosed as he just stared. This caused Luigi to slowly peak his eyes open. The moment he looks at the kings face he saw the shock. Then it transformed into anger. Instantly Bowser grip came back in full force as he yelled “YOU!!!” Luigi winced not just from the yelling but at the pain in his abdomen. Hes not sure his body can handle much more of this. He had do something and quickly if he didnt wanna be crushed to death. “B-b-bowser.” He stammered out, no longer sure if it was his nerves or the pain causing it this time. Of course speaking just caused Bowser to tighten his grip. Oh he cant handle any more of this. “P-please I-I” he started to beg but he was cut off as Bowser once again yelled “HOW DARE YOU AND YOUR BROTHER TRY TO FOOL ME!” Raging. “I- I ca-cant please” Luigi struggling but his vision is started to go black. This is it. This is how he dies. Everything gone all because he wanted to dress up.

A sickening crack resounded and everything went black for the plumber as he passed out from the pain and lack of air. The sound caused Bowser to freeze once again. Looked at the unconscious form, unmoving body in his grasp. Blood at the corners of the mans mouth and running down his cheek. Eyes widening with realisation he quickly opened his hand as if Luigis body was burning him. What had he done. Sure he was angry but he never wanted to. He didnt mean to. Realisation hit him as hard as Luigis unconscious form his the floor. No no no no, he panicked. Hands shaking Bowser slowly reached for Luigis body. Gently placing one on the mans chest he could ever so slightly feel it rise and fall. Not dead. A wash of relief flooded over him. Then he felt the chest stop. Long moments later it started again. Quickly Bowser called out for Kamek. Just as quickly the old man appeared at his side. “Yea your Majes” his sentence cut off has he gasped upon seeing Luigis body. Kamek was pulled from his shock as Bowser spoke “quickly we have to get him to the infirmary.”

Sorry yall it was supposed to be fluffy. I cant write fluffy very good. The og plan was foe Bowser to end up having a good time playing with his kid and Luigi. But then i just dismissed the kid and it got darker and darker. I wish i wrote it better tho. Its kinda lame i think lol i can do better but jts my first time writing anything mario related. So i dont have a good grasp on the characters. Ill get there. Also couldnt decide which kid i wanted it to be so ill leave that up to yall.

[dirtybitfic]

BOOTS WITH THE FUR

Chris sturniolo x Y/n

Smuttt,party, drinking, smoking

Y/n pov-

I’m gonna be so honest I love partys, going out , meeting new people and ofc having a couple drinks maybe even getting crossed if I’m feeling it.

Tonight I’m going to some influencers New Year’s party with my best friend Athena.

The party has a theme. It’s decades/year so we’re supposed to dress like our favorite decade or just a specific year.

I was born in the early 2000’s and it just so happens to be my favorite style era. So I’m dressing in the best y2k outfit I can .

Athena is going with 90’s streetwear . We decided to keep our outfits a surprise from each other. It just adds some extra excitement.

She said that she knows for sure I’ll love it so I trust her on that.

I started doing my makeup trying to match the colors with my outfit the best I can. Luckily I bought a wig for my outfit so I don’t have to worry about doing much to my hair.

(Imagine her hair as a wig )

As I started to put the wig on over the cap and secure it with some pins and shit Athena came barging into my room scared the absolute Fuck out of me.

“JESUS ATHENA YOU SCARED ME” I screamed.

“IM SORRYYYYY ! I’m so fucking exited for you to see my fucking outfit. Also YOU MAKUP LOOKS SO GOOD. AND THE WIG HELLOOOO. “ Athena says looking me up and down.

“Thanksss bitch . Your hair looks so good and also your makeup . I cant wait to see how it ties into your outfit” I say.

“Same bitch . Ima go down stairs real quick and make us some pregame drinks and then we can get dressed” Athena says walking back to the door after setting her stuff down.

“ okay ima finish getting this wig to stay on then I’ll be ready to put on our fits” I say .

She smile and walks downstairs.

I just finished with pinning in my wig and spraying some more setting spray on my face to really lock in the makeup since it’s gonna be a long night and probably sweaty .

Me and Athena turned on some music to start hyping ourselves up a bit as we downed our drinks.

We were dancing around singing along and shakin some ass.

“Okay but fr we need to get dressed out Uber is about 10 minutes away” I say to Athena .

“ yeah your right. Okay let’s face our backs to each other and once we’re dressed we’ll turn around okay” she say’s excitedly .

“Alright “ I say turning around and start getting my pants and top on then waiting for her to say she was done and ready to turn around.

“Okay bitch on the count of three turn around “

“Okay . 1…2..3” I say as we both turn around .

“HOLY FUCK y/n ! YOU LOOK SO GOOD”

“ ME BITCH ! LOOK AT YOUUUU” I say looking her up and down moving my hand up and down gesturing to her.

(Athena’s outfit).

My outfit

Not gonna lie I think I nailed 2000’s fashion to the best of my abilities.

About 5 minutes after we were done getting dressed and had our shoes on the Uber was outside.

We chugged the rest of our second drinks and headed out of the door locking it then getting into the Uber.

“ so where you girls headed tonight “ the Uber driver asked.

He was honestly young which I didn’t expect but hey I ain’t complaining.

“Oh we’re just going to a party” I said honestly. Feeling the strong drinks we chugged setting in a bit.

“Oh nice. I’m guessing it’s a theme from your outfits “ he said .

“Oh yeah ! We’re supposed to dress as our favorite decade” I said smiling at him through the rear view mirror .

“ I’m guessing your … 2000’s “ he says to me, “and your 90’s he says to Athena.

“ wow you got that easily” I say laughing a little bit.

“Alright looks like we’re here lady’s” he says as the car comes to a stop.

“Thank you so much . Have a good night” I say as we got out.

“You too . Be safe” he says smiling and waving before pulling away.

Me and Athena walk hand and hand up the driveway and through the gates to the huge front door. We walked in immediately hit with the smell of weed and alcohol and loud music.

“Let’s go get some drinks” I yell into Athena’s ear.

“Lead the way” she says as I grab her hand and we weave through the crowd of people.

“Okay what you want” I say grabbing two cups to mix up our drinks in.

“Ummmm tequila and sprite” she says to me.

“God that’s nasty but okay” I say as I start pouring the tequila and sprite into her cup and swirling it around with my finger to mix it the best I can then I hand it to her.

I mix up some rum and coke in my cup .

They start playing

“BITCH THIS IS MY MF SONG “ I yell at Athena and grab her hand leading her to where everyone else is dancing around.

Me and Athena start dancing as I turn around facing my back to her front as she puts an arm around my shoulders as we sway and grind to the music.

“Girl look at that guy over by the right wall he is stariiiiing “ Athena whispers in my ear.

I look over to the wall slowly scanning it to find who’s she’s talking about. I meet eyes with the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Chris fucking sturniolo. Holy fuck why would HE be looking at me I thought.

I break I contact and turn to say something to Athena.

“That’s Chris sturniolo Athena omg” I say nervously .

I’ve had a crush on him for a while ever since I watched one of their videos when I was bored on YouTube one day then fell down a rabbit hole of their videos .

“Oh shit he’s one of the triplets you watch on YouTube “ Athena says and all I can do is nod.

As I turn to say something else I make eye contact with Chris again only now he’s at the dj booth saying something to the dj.

After a couple seconds a interesting song plays…

As the song starts playing I realize that must have been what Chris had asked the dj to play. I maintained eye contact with him as he slowly approached me all I could do was gulp nervously . It hit the line boots with the fur and Chris looked down smirking at my boots. AHHH SHIT IM WEARING BOOTS WITH FUR. Is all I thought to myself finally understanding the context of his song choice.

He finally stood right in-front of me . He leaned down to my ear causing my breathe to hitch.

“I guess all your missing is the apple bottom jeans huh?” He asks seductively. All I could do was giggle a little from him comment. “Okay funny guy” I say in his ear.

He retreats from my neck mere inches from my face now.

“Y/n right? “ he asks

“Y-yeah how do you kno—“ was all I got out before he answered me.

“Oh I’ve been watching your videos for a while you and your friend are funny as fuck” he says smiling widely at me.

“Th-thank you. You and your brothers are pretty funny too” I say smiling back at him.

“Oh you watch our videos “ he asks smirking at me.

“Yep but I do have to say … Nick is the funniest “ I say giving him a playful smirk.

“Cute” he says as he comes back to my ear.

“He may be the funniest but who’s the hottest” he asks deeply sending shivers down my back.

“Mmmmm idk maybeeee Matt” I say trying to hold in a laugh seeing if I could upset him a little bit.

“Oh you think your funny huh “ he asks as he hears a muffled giggle coming from me.

“Yeah I do think I’m a little funny” I say letting my laugh out .

“Wanna go outside ma” he asks me the Nick name sending shock waves through me.

“Y-yeah sure” I say kinda confused as to why he’d wanna go outside but hey I wasn’t complaining.

“Come on” he says grabbing my hand and leading me out the back door and to a secluded area outback where no one is around.

“Do you smoke “ Chris asks. “Yeah “ I answer honestly.

“Good cause I got a j right here just begging for us to smoke it” he says causing me to laugh a little.

“We’ll what are we waiting for then “ I say taking a sip of my drink.

He lights it up and takes a couple drags before handing it to me.

“So y/n , you talking to anybody “ he asks while watching me blow out smoke.

“Nope haven’t really found any guy out here worth my time” I say smiling at him.

“Yeah I get that. Honestly most of the girls I’ve met and been around are so insufferably annoying “ he says . I laugh cause honesty he’s right.

“Yeah I get that. that’s why I really only hang out with Athena and a couple other guys out here. Most of the girls are just cunts always judging every move I make and I just don’t have the energy for it” I say then taking a mother hit and handing it back to him.

“Oh yeah Larray said he started hanging out with you a couple weeks ago and that we’d really like you so “ he says looking at me and smiling.

“Aww I love larray he’s one of the most sweet and genuine people I’ve met since moving out here” I say as I look deeply into his piercing blue eyes .

“You look really hot high “ he says staring into my eyes deeply.

“Oh uhh t-thank you” I say as my cheeks flush a deep red. He’s so hot it’s making me nervous.

“ what do you say we get out of here maybe go back to yours or even mine ?” He asks after finishing off the last of the joint and dropping what little remains on the stone next to us.

“Yeah sure I’m honestly kinda over this party anyways” I answer honestly as we start walking back to the door .

“I just need to check on Athena real quick and let her know where I’m going and make sure she’ll be okay if I leave” I say looking up at him.

He grabs my hand and tells me to lead the way to her.

I spot her over in a group of people playing beer pong. I start to walk up to her .

“Hey Athena are you good if I head out with Chris. If not I can absolutely stay I will not leave you if you aren’t comfortable “ I say making it clear to her she can tell me no even though I’d be a little sad I would never leave my best friend alone for a guy.

“ No bitch go have fun I’ll be fine I actually was gonna tell you I’m staying the night at this guy chases house so I won’t be home at all tonight.” She says smiling at me and glancing back at Chris behind me.

“Okay bitch well I love you see you tomorrow “ I say as I give her a hug and Chris takes my hand again leading me to the front door and exit the house.

“Okay I ordered a Uber it should be a black jeep” he says looking up at the street looking for the Uber.

“Oh I see it over there “ I say pointing to a Jeep parked on the left side of the rode .

“Alright let’s go “ Chris says grabbing my hand.

I walk beside him as he throws his arm around my shoulder and once we get to the Uber he opens the door for me to hop in first then he gets in after me .

After about a 30 minute drive we reach the destination. His house.

I hop out thanking the Uber driver and then following Chris to the front door as he unlocks it then holds it open for me.

“Come on in ma” he motions me to enter and I follow direction easily entering.

“ do you mind if I take my shoes off my feet are fucking killing me” I ask him .

“Yeah ofc make your self at home . Get as comfortable as you need to be” he says as he looks me up and down.

I sit on the couch trying to get my boot off and failing since I’m a bit crossed and it’s making it harder than it should be. I wined out of annoyance of not being able to get the damn shoes off.

“ would you like some help ma” he asks smiling at me laughing a little from noticing my frustration.

“ yes please “ I say out of relief.

He knelt down infront of me as his hands moved to my boot to pull in off. I lifted my leg a little to help him pull it off easier. He gets the first one off then moved to the other leg to get my other boot off. As he was pulling it off he looked Down eyes widening a little . It took me a second to register what he was looking at . I had completely forgotten I went commando tonight since my skirt was so low waisted that all my thongs showed on the sides and I didn’t like that.

“ oh fuck … I’m so sorry I completely forgot I didn’t wear underwear. Got that’s so awkward. I’m really really sorry if I made you uncomfortable “ I say shyly as I snap my legs shut.

He looks up at me but his eyes have darkened and he has a smirk on his face that I just love.

“ no no you did not make me uncomfortable at all gorgeous . I was just thinking about how much I wanna bury my face in between your thighs.” Chris says looking into my eyes causing my breathe to hitch and rub my thighs together feeling my pussy pulsing from his words.

“ sorry I shouldn’t have said that “ he says chuckling a little .

“Oh no your good I just… well uh you know umm” I say stuttering my words not wanting to say his words turned me on but the blush creeping up my chest and face must have been a dead give away.

“ Awww look at you blushing . Did my words turn you on ma” he asks standing above me now .

“I.. “ was all I got out as he stared down at me with darkened eyes that made me feel like I was melting into the couch.

“Words ma… tell me what your feeling “ Chris says as he bends down and puts his arms on each side of the back of the couch locking me in.

“I feel… really ducking turned on right now “ I say as I part my legs slightly so he could see how wet I was.

“Oh ma look how wet you are I haven’t even touched you at all” he says as he starts kneeling infront of me moving his hands to rub my thighs.

The touch of his hands causing me to whimper.

“Want me to touch you ma. Make you feel good”he asks in a husky voice making me squirm a little bit.

All I could do was nod .

“Use your words ma I’m not gonna tell you again” he says sternly.

“Yes Chris please I need you so bad” I wimped out .

“Good girl now spread your legs wide for me “ he says and I do as I’m told I think he’s starting to catch on to how submissive I really am for him.

“Look at you being such a submissive little slut for me . Doing exactly what I tell you god you listen so well” he says before diving his head between my thighs and flicking his tongue on my throbbing clit causing me to moan out his name.

“F-Fuck Chris so fucking good” I moan as he starts sucking on my clit sending my head flying back and louder moans to escape my mouth.

“Feel good ma” he asks and the vibrations of his voice on my pussy causing me to shiver.

“Yes Fuck Chris keep going it feels so good” I moan out .

He goes right back to licking and sucking my clit making my legs start to shake. He inserts two fingers into me causing me to gasp and buck into his face from surprise.

He sucks on my clit as he curls his long slender fingers hitting the perfect spot but I know I need to warn him if he keeps finger fucking me I’ll squirt some guys have gotten angry with me over squirting on their face and I don’t want him to do the same .

“Fu-Fuck Chris if you keep doing that I’m gonna squirt “ I say half whimpering and sounding concerned trying to warn him .

“Fuck ma that’s so hot give it to me . Soak me like the little slut you are” he says as he thrust his fingers deeper and sucks my clit harder .

At this point my legs are shaking so hard that I can’t even try to stop them and I start to feel the build up in my stomach feeling my climax rushing in fast and hard.

“FUCK CHRIS IM GONNA …” was all I got out before I felt myself release all over him and I could feel my squirt dripping out of me .

I looked down to see Chris smirking with a pussy drunk expression on his soaked face .

“Fuckkk ma that was so hot … I always wandered if you’d be a squiter” he says honestly causing em to tilt my head and furrow my brows .

“You had sexual thoughts about me before” I ask a little shocked.

“Oh trust me ma I’ve had many thoughts … and dreams about you” he answered honestly with a smirk causing me to tilt my head back and whimper. That was so hot to me for some reason .

“Let’s go to my room we’ll have more space on the bed for what in about to do to you” he says as he pulls me up by my thighs holding me as I wrap my legs around his waist .

He starts walking down the stairs as we reach his room he enters and kicks the door closed behind him and walks to the bed throwing me down onto it before tearing his shirt and pants off then coming back to me.

“Let’s get this sexy little outfit of of you .yeah?” He says as he pulls my top off and moves to my skirt and yanks it off after undoing the button.

“Fuck your so beautiful y/n” he whispers causing my face to get hot as a blush washes over my face.

“Thank you “ I say as he looks over me .

“Turn around on all fours now I wanna see that ass” he says and I do as I’m told .

He slaps my ass hard causing me to moan .

“Yeah you like that don’t you “ he says as I cry out as he slaps it again a little harder .

“Answer me “ he says and he slaps my ass even harder .

“YES Fuck Chris I love it . “ I say as more of a moan .

“I’ll go slow at first ma so you can adjust. I’m not huge but it will hurt” he says as I feel him rubbing his tip on my entrance.

“Okay” I say as I feel him starting to enter me and Jesus Christ he’s thick I can feel how much he’s stretching me out and it ducking hurts.

“Ow Fuck chris” I say reaching back to push him away but he just grabs my arm and holds it behind my back.

“I know ma shhh you’ll be okay I got you “ he says making me feel a little calmer and less tense.

“I’m gonna slide all the way in okay ma” he says as he caressed my back with his other hand .

“Mmhm “ was all I could get out .

He thrusted into me bottoming out causing me to let out a scream.

“FUCK CHRIS “ I screamed as I felt a burning sensation flow through my pussy from the stretch of him.

“I know ma I’m sorry but it would have hurt more if I did it slowly “ he says sympathetically knowing I was probably in pain.

“Just tell me when to move okay gorgeous “ he says I tried to calm my breathing as I adjusted to his size.

“Okay yo-you can move “ I say as the burning sensation started to die down.

He starts thrusting slowly but deeply causing my breathe to hitch from the pleaser of his deep thrusts.

“Faster Chris please “ I wined to him.

He starts thrusting faster hitting my gspot perfectly.

“Fuck ma your so tight” he groaned as he felt me clenching around him already getting close to another orgasm which shocking me because I’ve never been with a man who can make me orgasm at all let alone this fast.

“FUCK CHRIS OMG IM SO CLOSE” I screamed out feeling my orgasm approaching.

“Suck a good girl for me ma give it to me . Cum all over my dick” he says and his words send me over the edge causing me to be a shaking whimpering mess under him.

“Fuckkk that’s it ma such a good girl “

“Ughhh Fuck Chris “ I loaned out as my orgasm died down but my legs shaking was becoming so much that my legs started to give out from holding my weight up.

“C-Chris my legs I -c-can’t hold my self up for much l-longer” I try to get out as he’s still thrusting deeply into me.

“That’s okay ma get on your back for me” he says as he pulls out letting me readjust my position.

He hovers over me and moves my legs onto his shoulders and repositions his dick back at my entrance before slamming back into me . Him having my legs on his shoulders has him hitting new spots even deeper in me I feel like he’s in my stomach right now.

“FU-FUCK CHRIS YOUR SO BIG AND DEEP OMG” I scream moan as he keeps thrusting hard into me.

“Yeah ma you feel how deep I am in you” he says as he moves one hand to my neck chocking me and his other to my lower stomach feeling himself deep inside me . The pressure of his hand causing more pleasure to run through me .

“Fuckkk ma I can feel you squeezing me you gonna squirt all over my dick like a good girl” he says as his hand around my neck squeezes a little harder .

“Yes FUCK YES CHRIS “ I scream out as I get the familiar feeling that I’m about to squirt and my legs start shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck .give it to me slut show me how much you love the way I fuck you” he says as he applies a little more pressure of my stomach causing me to squirt all over him and the sheets . It’s so much I feel it soaking the sheets under my ass and a little at my lower back.

“Holy fuck that’s so hot ma “ he moans out into my ear causing me to shudder under him as my legs are still shaking on his shoulders .

“F-Fuck Chris I can’t t-take anymore it-s to mu-much” I try and get out and it come out in just a pathetic tone that has Chris smirking as he stares into my eyes.

“Awww ma you can take it I know you can . Your gonna quirt for me one more time “ he says into my ear deeply causing me to moan .

I’m moaning and whimpering as my nails start dragging down his back so deep it causes him to thrust harder into me making me scream as I feel my third climax approaching.

“JESU CHRIST CHRIS IM GONNA SQUIRT AGAIN” I scream as my head flies back and my legs start shaking harder .

“Yeah give it to me slut your taking me so well” he says and I squirt so hard that my hips lift off the bed and he has to pull out from the force .

“Jesus ma that’s a lot “ he says as he watches me squirm under him.

“F-Fuck Chris I don’t know if I can take anymore” I whimper out feeling so overstimulated at this point .

“ I know you can ma I promise I’m close “ he says as he slides back into me causing me to shake and whimper .

He starts thrusting fast and hard into me causing my hands to fly back to his back scratching deeply again I know those scratches are gonna hurt tomorrow but he doesn’t seem to mind he actually seems to like it a lot judging by the way he groans and his thrust speed up.

“Fuck you gonna let me cum in you ma” he asks me as I feel him start to twitch in me and his thrust to start getting more sloppy.

“Yes Chris Fuck please fill me up “ I moan out as I feel my final orgasm approaching quickly .

“Fuck I know your close mama cum with me okay” he says as my nails continue to scratch up his back.

“YES FUCK CHRIS P-PLEASE” I scream out as he hits my gspot over and over I start to cum as I feel his cum filling me up.

“Fuckkk such a good girl ma letting me fill you up” he groans in my ear as I moan and shake under him. His thrusts slow and he slowly pulls out of me causing me to whimper.

My legs are shaking and I can feel our mixed juices leaking out of me .

“Fuck you look so hot with my cum dripping out of you” he says as he just watching it drip out .

“Take a picture it’ll last longer “ I say as I laugh a little bit.

“Can I “ he asks seriously and a little excitedly .

“Sure why not “ I say to tired to fight him on it.

He rushes to grab his phone and takes a picture and video saving them to his my eyes only .

“I just wanna remember the first time a girl let me cum In her “ he says with a cute smile making me laugh.

“Can I tell you something” I ask Chris.

“Ofc ma you can tell me anything” he says as he lays down next to me bringing me into a hug.

“Your the first guy who’s ever made me cum and the first guy I’ve ever leg cum in me” I say looking into his eyes smiling .

“Wow I feel very special right now” he says smiling at me.

“Yeah yeah whatever “ I say feeling a little shy now.

“ you wanna shower and stay the night” he asks me .

“Yeah ofc but your probably gonna have to help me walk to the bathroom my legs are like hello right now “ I say laughing a little.

“Alright ma come on” he says as he helps lift me up and carry me to the shower . He sets me down on the little seat in to shower and turns it on letting it get hot. He steps in and his dick is right in my face causing me to giggle a little as I grab it and give his head a little kiss.

“Fu-Fuck ma “ he says in shock of what I just did I just smiled up at him as I let go of his dick and he helped me get up so he can wash my body and then his as we both are clean he turns off the water helps me dry off and throw one of his sweatshirts on since it’s so damn cold in there house and then get into bed.

“Hey do you think I could take you out on a date sometime “ he asks as I cuddle into his chest.

“Ofc Chris I’d love that “ I say as I give his chest a little his.

“Yayy” he says all giddy making me smile .

“Hey can you turn over for a second “ I ask him . He looks at me confused .

“I wanna see the damage I did” I say sweetly .

“Okayyy” he says smiling as he flips over and I gasp . I knew I scratches a lot but fucking hell I feel kinda bad now.

“ god damn Chris I’m sorry I didn’t think I scratched that hard” I say as he flips over.

“ ma it’s okay I loved that shit” he says as he moved some of my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead .

“I’m gonna turn on the fan and then we can go to sleep” he says as he gets up and runs the fan in and turns off the lamp on his bedside table pulling me into him so I’m the little spoon.

“Good night my beautiful girl “ he says softly I. My ear.

“Good night Chris “ I say rubbing soft circles in the back of his hand as we drift off to sleep.

THE END.

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

What myth about snakes makes you most upset? Personally I hate all the "Well there's this story about a guy who's pet snake..."

I'm with you there, any story about how pet snakes are inherently dangerous really annoys me. I was 13 when I got my first snake, and people would be like "oh, aren't you worried it'll hurt you?"

My first snake was a baby cornsnake.

Shakin' in my boots, mate.

Other than those, the ones that upset me and worry me the most regularly now are myths about field cures for snake bites. I'm the reptile head at my wildlife center and we stock pamphlets on what to actually do if you're bitten by a hot snake because the sheer volume of people who tell me things like "oh yeah you should try to suck the venom out/try to cut the wound" got to be extremely concerning. They're less annoying, maybe, but they're prevalent enough that there's real potential for people to get hurt for believing them.

[cheemstick]

I am literally going to burst omg the new episodes got me shakin in my boots doing backflips twisting n turning jumping up and down doing cartwheels

[inkher0]

Yknow Tiktok loves to imply death threats at people. But I can only see so many people going "this is what id do to those freaks 😈" before I go "I think you're lying actually. I think you'd cry and piss your pants"

Like. Ooooh. I feel so threatened by a 16 year old's slideshow with Popipo in the background. You got me bro, I'm shakin in my boots

[the-sword-lesbian]

I might be playing a in pathfinder game that my friend is going to GM in like half a year. But because i have no self control I’ve already fully planned out a character and written a multipage backstory and fic about her.

So umm… enjoy?

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Something felt not right about all of it… it was a bad idea. We should’ve just left her well alone.

“Alright, nice and easy.” Brog said as he approached the strange woman. “You’re that girl what’s on all them wanted posters ain’tcha?”

He had his scattergun leveled on her. Birdie was just coming out the bushes with her carbine off to the side. And I had my pistol pointed at her on the other side.

It was supposed to be an easy ambush, we’d heard that she’d come through a small town a few days ago and thought we’d get the drop on her. Lone woman, big price on her head, easy money. But looking at her now… I wasn’t so sure.

She let go of the pack hanging from the strap on her shoulder causing it to slide to the ground with a small thud. “Y’all b-b-best find someone else t-t-to rob,” she said with a noticeable stutter. She pulled her duster back past her hips, revealing the ornate looking pistol just to one side of her belt buckle. She didn’t look like much, just some dusty boots, worn road clothes, and a hat pulled low. Something about her eyes though gave me a sick feeling in my stomach. Those sharp green eyes.

“Ah ah ah, easy now girlie,” Brog said, pulling the hammer back on his gun. “Let’s not get any funny ideas about reachin’ for that fancy piece you got there.” He took another few steps forward. “In fact I’m gonna go ahead and take it off ya.”

“Thhhhis is the last warning you’re gonna g-g-get,” she said. Despite the stutter there was a surety in her voice. Those dangerous eyes glanced around quickly, sizing the three of us up.

Brog laughed as he neared her, “look at you, tryna act tough meanwhile yous stammerin and shakin like a leaf.”

“Thhhhat’s your first mistake,” she said. “Thinking my st-stutter has anything to do with fear.”

“S’at right?” Brog sneered. “Hands behind your back.” He took one final step towards her. She wasn’t a small person but with him being an orc he still towered over her. “And what’s my second mistake?”

She put her hands behind her as she glared up at him high enough for the sun to hit those fierce green eyes. “You’re easily dist-stracted,” she said calmly.

Brog looked down at her with annoyance, “I’ll be takin that gun now,” he said as he reached for the pistol in her holster.

He’d no sooner laid a finger on it before her whole demeanor seemed to shift from stern glaring to simple confusion. “Oh thhhhat gun,” she said brightly. I blinked for just a second and suddenly she had a second pistol drawn from behind her back, pressed up under Brog’s jaw. “I thhhought you meant this one.”

“What the-“ was all he got out before she pulled the trigger and Brog’s head snapped backwards, a mass of blood and one of his tusks went flying out.

“What the fuck!?” Shouted Birdie as she started cycling her carbine as fast as it would fire.

Unfortunately for Birdie the woman stepped past Brog’s falling body, using it as a shield to catch all of the incoming carbine bullets. His body hit the ground as Birdie’s gun clanged empty. The woman fired her pistol again and Birdie collapsed backwards into the bushes.

I raised my gun to defend myself from the terrible mistake we’d all made but as my gaze traveled from Birdie’s final resting place back to the woman I saw her already aiming at me. She fired and my hand was relieved of my gun as well as more than one finger. “Fuck!” I screamed in pain as I fell to my knees. Clutching my remaining fingers I wanted to beg for mercy but I was frozen in fear as she picked up her bag and stepped towards me.

She holstered her gun and pulled a cigar from inside her coat pocket, tucking it between her lips. The whole time she stalked towards me I silently prayed to every god I could think of to spare me. Those terrifying green eyes bore into my soul, as if I was facing judgment for all my sins here and now.

As she came to a stop before me I looked up into the face that would surely be my demise. She held up her hand and snapped her fingers together and to my sheer terror a small flicker of flame appeared on her fingertips. I truly believe that if I had been capable of doing anything other than staring in horror I might have soiled myself in that moment.

She held the small bit of fire up to the cigar and puffed on it once, twice. Closing her eyes and seeming to savor the smoke, before she shook her hand and the flame went out. She opened her eyes and stared into my soul once more before plucking the cigar from her mouth and speaking, “you shhhould get b-better friends,” she said before turning and walking past me down the road.

I watched her walk, unmoving, for I don’t know how long. Long after she’d left my sight for sure. I looked back towards my former associates, Brog’s body soaking the dirt of the road a deep red. Birdie’s feet sticking out of the bushes. I looked back down the road. Never would I forget those eyes.

[mxyx-rx444]

Let the Good Times Roll

Sevika x NOLA!reader x Izogie part 1

summary- it's mardi gras down in New Orleans and your lovers decide to participate in its festivities this year, what they don't know is that they're in for a surprise with the style of dancing that's known around this time of year.

(18+) MEN & MINORS DNI!! this is for the sapphics only, mentions of alcohol, drug use (weed), ass shaking, maybe smut??

music to follow along with the story below

(Y/N's POV)

I sat at my vanity finishing up the final touches on my hair, making sure it was straight and checking my make up when my lovers walked into our shared bedroom. "Look at what we have here sevika, a beautiful princess getting all dolled up, what's the special occasion sweetheart?" I heard izogie ask as I made eye contact with her in the mirror. "Yeah, what's the special occasion doll? Did we miss a memo or something? " Sevika chimed in raising a perfect eyebrow in question. "Its Mardi gras, I'm one of the dancers on the floats, are y'all gonna come to the parade this year or stay here and be cooped up inside again?" I questioned my accent heavy on my tongue as I turned to face them. "Dancer? You never told us you dance." Sevika stated as she looked over at izogie who looked just as puzzled as her and shrugged. "Well, it's a...form..of dancin' , y'all are free to come and watch it won't hurt to have fun, it is the most fun holiday in New Orleans after all." I said sending them a wink as I went to put my shoes on. "You dance in that outfit doll? You look amazing though so I'm not complaining." Sevika commented coming behind me to give me a slap on the ass. "The type of dancing I do requires me to be as comfortable as possible baby." I said turning to check my outfit in the body length mirror by the bedroom door. A black long-sleeved crop top that stops right under my boobs paired with black ripped biker shorts and my black platform Converse. "So you two comin' or no? The parade starts in twenty minutes and it takes 10 to walk there since they have the streets blocked off and the streets are crowded." I explained grabbing my bag, making sure theres enough water for the three of us and stuffing a sweater in there. "Why not, we have nothing better to do than sit here all day. What about you sevika?" Izogie asked walking to the front door to put her shoes on. "Sure why not, but the first person to try anything we're leaving, got it?" Sevika said sitting on the couch putting her boots on. "Like anyone would try anything with two 6ft tall intimidating women walking with me, as long as you dont go on Bourbon Street that is." I stated walking to the door unlocking it. "What's wrong with Bourbon Street?" Izogie asked walking up behind me. "Its where all the crime happens. More now than ever as it's a holiday, everybody getting drunk and some not knowin' how to hold their liquor, they get rowdy. We ready ready to go?" I asked opening the door hearing the jazz band a few houses down and seeing people crowding the streets. "Yeah let's go so we can find a good spot to see you dance." Izogie said closing the door and locking it behind her. I turned to look at them with a wide grin on my face, "Let the good times roll baby." I said as I began walking towards the huge crowd with my 'bodygaurds' right behind me.

•time skip•

As we're walking through the crowd of dancing people to find a good spot for sevika and izogie to see the floats and the performances I see my best friend who's dancing on the float with me and some other dancers. "Sookie sookie if it ain't Ms. Cookie, what's up baby how you doin'? You shakin' on the float this year?" Tootie asked as she hugged me placing some beads around my neck and looking over my shoulder at sevika and izogie who are giving each other weird looks. "Who's these two with you?" She asked raising a pierced eyebrow at me. "These my ol' ladies I was telling you about at practice, and yeah I'm shakin' on the float this year, they're here to watch." I said turning to introduce them to each other, "Sevika. Izogie. This is my best friend Tootie, I've known her since we was in primary school. she'll be dancin' on the float with me and some others. Tootie, these are my girlfriends Sevika and Izogie," I said standing in between the two buff women. "Old? We're not that old, do we look that old sevika?" Izogie questioned looking down at me as I laughed.It's just a sayin' we have down here in the dirty south, we say ol' lady or ol' man when we're talkin' about our lovers." Tootie explained to the confused women standing beside me as she laughed. "Hey, the parade's about to start you comin' ?" My best friend asked as she turned to walk to our float. "Yeah I'll catch up to you in a second hol' on." I said said turning to the silent duo standing behind me to find their eyes already on me. "Alright, it was nice meetin' y'all enjoy the parade," tootie said as she began walking away. "What does she mean by 'shaking' I thought you were dancing?" Sevika questioned, "Yeah and why did she call you baby? Is there something we dont know about going on?" Izogie joined in as I chuckled. "Like I said, it's a form of dancin' and no ain't nothing goin', on that's what everyone calls each other, it's a New Orleans thing. Are y'all okay though? This a good enough spot to see the floats and the performance? " I asked looking around at where we're standing. "Yeah, this is good enough for us." Sevika said grabbing me by my waist, pulling me to her and giving me a rough kiss. Izogie was next to do the same pulling me towards her, wrapping her arms around my waist and giving me a soft kiss. "Break a leg pretty girl," izogie said pulling away from the kiss, both of them leaving me a bit dazed as she slipped my bag off my shoulder handing me the sweater I stuffed in there. "Thank you baby, I love both of you and catch some beads for me I'll see you when it's over," I said hugging them both as I ran off to catch up with tootie linking arms with her once I did. "Ready to shake the house down?" She asked looking over at me with a smirk. 

a/n: here's part oneee!!!!I haven't written in so long feel like i forgot how to😭. let me know what you think. thank you for reading<333333

taglist: @zestgodtj

[smoothdogsgirl]

It's A Girl!

Pairing: Nikki Alexander x Jack Hodgson

Warnings: Mentions of Loss of a child, still birth

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Summary: This story starts in the last few minutes of S24Ep8 "Brother's Keeper Part 2"

What if the paternity test results had come back differently? What if Jack was Cara's father?

Nikki is there to support Jack and shares some of her past with him.

Disclaimer: This is fanfic work; no money is being made from this story. All recognizable characters belong to their respective creative authors, studios or producers.

Master List

“Hiya,” Nikki utters as she walks up to Jack. He is leaning against the kitchenette counter at their office in the Lyell, absentmindedly playing with his phone. 

“Hi,” Jack mumbles in response.

“Any news from Cara?” She asks him.

“Cara…” Jack pauses briefly, “Cara’s been off to Ireland on her own. She’s gone to see Aiofe. Ryan is… I don’t know where Ryan is. But you were right.” He then sighs.

Confused, Nikki asks, “Right about what?”

Jack looks up from the counter into Nikki’s eyes, “I was jealous of Ryan. I didn’t want him to be Cara’s father. I wanted it to be me.”

Nikki watches him intently, “But?”

“I sent off the paternity test, and the results just came in,” Jack replies nervously, picking up his phone, twirling it, and placing it back on the counter.

Watching him, she waits several minutes for him to continue. But when his silence persists, “And?” She asks anxiously. 

Jack releases another long sigh, “I haven't been able ta bring myself to look.” 

Nikki reaches out and gives his hand an encouraging squeeze. 

Jack turns his hand around and intertwines them together. “When the possibility first came up that I might be Cara’s da. I was shakin' in ma boots! Then I got to know her, realized how much we have in common. And now I guess it feels like a door was opened; I’m afraid that when I look at the results, it will then be abruptly shut forever! Ya know?”

“I think that door stays open as long as you want it to.”

Jack uses his other hand to pick up his phone and unlocks it. He opens the email with the paternity test results and hands the phone to Nikki., “Will ya please tell me the results? I just can’t look.”

Nikki takes the phone from Jack’s outstretched hand; glancing down, she reviews the results. “Well, Jack. IT’s A GIRL!” Nikki announces enthusiastically, a large grin on her face.

“What?” Jack questions, unable to process Nikki’s announcement.

Stepping closer to him, “Jack, Cara is your daughter.”

“Really?” he asks shocked.

“According to these test results, you are undoubtedly the father of Cara Connelly..” Nikki emphasizes as she places the phone on the counter and pulls him into an embrace.

Jack wraps his arms around her, hugging her tightly, “I can’t tell ya how relieved I am.” His Irish accent is even more pronounced as he whispers into her hair and tucks her head under his chin. “I think I need to make some serious changes to my life.”

Nikki buries her head in his chest and breathes in the combination of his body wash and cologne before giving a mumbled reply, “Maybe it’s time for the both of us to make some changes.”

A couple of hours later, a tired Nikki unlocked her front door and flipped on the light in the entry before signaling Jack to enter her home. His hands were laden with the pizza they had picked. Along with the six-pack of Stella she was carrying. 

“Go to the sitting room; I’m just gonna grab a few sheets of kitchen roll. Do we need anything else from the kitchen?”

“Na, I think we got everythin’ else,” he replies. He places the pizza on the coffee table and lays his jacket on the sofa's backrest.

Nikki comes in from the kitchen sans jacket, carrying several sheets of kitchen roll and two bottles of beer. She joins Jack on the sofa. Both dig in and grab a slice of pizza. They were eating in companionable silence until they’d devoured the entire pizza.

Jack eventually breaks the silence, “I canna believe she’s my daughter. I had she was mine and not Ryan’s. But I didn’t get my hopes up to spare myself the disappointment. Aiofe and I only slept together that one time.”

Nikki chuckles, “And again, you’ve managed to beat the odds.”

He raises an eyebrow in amusement, “Aye, I guess I did.”

“When will you tell Cara, Aiofe, and Conor?”

“I wanna tell Cara in person. This isn't somethin’ I wanna tell her via text. She deserves better than that. I’ll have ta see when she’s coming back to London. I don’t particularly want to have that conversation with Aiofe. I’ll ask Cara for advice. Aiofe is a landmine at the best of times. She comes by that Irish temper true. As for my da, I’ll tell him the next time I see him. He already knows he’s Cara’s grandda; the fact that I’m her da instead of Ryan will be the hard part.”

“You could always take the weekend and fly out to Belfast.”

“Honestly, If I fly out to Belfast to see Cara, I’ll also have to see Aiofe. I know I’ll have to talk to her. She’s her mother, and our getting along will be what's best for Cara. I know that here,” he says, pointing to his heart. “But here,” he says, pointing to his head, “I feel anger and resentment toward her. We were young and stupid, no doubt. But she shoulda told me she was pregnant. I have missed the first seventeen years of Cara’s life; I’ll never get that back.”

“You have a right to feel that way. Just don’t let those feelings cloud and overshadow the bond you can form with Cara now. You two are already growing closer, especially since we’ve started taking the BSL classes.”

“Thank you for taking them with me.” “Of course. I want to be able to communicate effectively with her, too.”

“Take this from someone whose father walked away and only ever showed up when he needed something, especially money. Not being there the first seventeen years of her life wasn't your choice, but you can now choose to be there for her for the rest of her life. To love and support her. That will matter to her.”

Jack leans back onto the sofa, letting Nikki’s words percolate through his subconscious. Nikki scoots closer to him and places her head on his shoulder. In the silence, his steady heartbeat lulls her to sleep; Jack also succumbs to sleep not long after.

.Jack awakens the following morning from the sun shining through the French doors to the backyard. Not immediately recognizing his surroundings leaves him momentarily confused. He is also confused by the weight lying on his chest, which is pinning him to the couch. Tilting his head down, he sees a halo of golden hair that could only belong to Nikki. Her hand was on the center of his chest, tightly clutching his blue shirt in her fist.

With his free hand, he is able to gently smooth back her hair, revealing the peaceful expression on her face as it morphs into anguish. Her head starts to move in a shaking motion as if she were saying no; the grip on his shirt tightens, and she begins to mumble the word “No,” repeatedly getting louder with each utterance until she wakes with a start yelling, “No! My baby! Not my baby!”

Jack gently nudges her shoulder whilst in a low voice, saying, “Nikki, it’s alright, love. You’re safe. I promise ya. You’re safe.” She doesn’t respond and continues to be trapped in her nightmare, so he tries nudging her again a little harder this time, “Nikki, come on, sweetheart, wake up.”

Nikki wakes with a start, lifting her head from his chest and looking around wildly. When she realizes what happened, she moves away, horrified that he’d witnessed this, “I’m so sorry, Jack.”

“Ya have nothin’ to be sorry for. Do you want to talk about it?” He asks as he rearranges them on the couch into a more comfortable position, Nikki firmly in his embrace as a measure of comfort.

“Umm,” Nikki hesitates momentarily, snuggling into his body and craving heat. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you I was married. Have I?”

A look of surprise crosses Jack’s face, “No, you’ve never mentioned being married.”

“It was a lifetime ago and over in under a year.  I had gotten pregnant, and for a time, we were happy. But then the baby was stillborn at eight months. I spent my twenty-first in the hospital.” Nikki pauses, wiping away an errant tear.

Jack gives Nikki a comforting squeeze, and she continues, “When I was discharged from hospital, I became very single-minded in my grief and shut Tom out. I felt so much shame, anger, and self-loathing I couldn't be near him. I blamed myself and thought I’d done something wrong. So I went home, packed a bag and went to a mate's flat. While there, I decided I needed a fresh start and a clean break so that I could do something with my life. I filed for divorce.”

Jack gives her another squeeze and places a kiss on the crown of her head, “I’m so sorry, darlin’. I can’t imagine how devastin’ it was for ya to lose your wean.”

“I did ask the hospital that a postmortem be performed. I needed to know what I’d done wrong.”

“Nikki, I’m sure there was nothin’ ya coulda done differently.”

“You’d be correct; the postmortem showed she had a severe heart defect that had not been notable on the prenatal ultrasound. We had her cremated and buried at the Kingston on the Thames Children’s Cemetary.”

“What was her name?” Jack asked, his voice wrought with emotion. 

“The name we had decided on was Emma Louise. However, when filling out the papers for her birth, I listed her as Emma Louise Alexander instead of Faulkner, my married name. It caused one hell of a row between me and Tom.”

“Do ya go an visit her on the first Saturday of every month?”

“I do. I’ve been doing it since I moved back to London from South Africa. How did you know?”

“That you were goin’ ta see your wean? That I didn’t know. But I’m observant, an’ ya are always busy on the first Saturday of the month.” Jack remarks with a smirk.

“You most assuredly know me better than most. Neither Harry nor Leo ever caught on.” Nikki replies, relishing the safety of his arms.

“I realize today isn’t the first Saturday of the month, but if ya would like ta go an’ visit her, we could. I would even go with ya. We could stop at the market and pick up some flowers.”

Nikki looks up at Jack with a smile, “That would be lovely. I want you to meet her.”

Hand in hand, Nikki and Jack stroll along a worn path through the Kingston on the Thames Children’s Cemetary. On each side of the path are rows of memorials, headstones, and shrines dedicated to young lives lost too soon over many years. Eventually, Nikki guides him from the path down one of the rows. She stops in front of a headstone with an image of a teddy bear etched on it; the name on the headstone reads ‘Emma Louise Alexander, our beloved Angel.’ Nikki lets go of his hand and traces her daughter’s name. Squatting down, Jack pulls a couple of weeds that have cropped up. 

Meanwhile, he hears Nikki say, “Hi Emma, mummy misses you so much. But I’ve brought someone with me today who I want you to meet. Sweetheart, this is Jack; he works with me at the Lyell. I believe I’ve mentioned him to you a time or two.”

Jack finishes arranging the bouquet of sunflowers and daisies in the graveside vase before standing behind Nikki, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her close. “Hello, darlin’, it’s a pleasure to meet ya.”

The two stand at Emma’s graveside in companionable silence for some time. When the temperature drops and a misting rain falls, Jack breaks the silence, “Would ya like ta go for a cup of coffee?”

“If you buy me a hot chocolate, you’ve got yourself a deal.” Nikki counters.

They head back to Jack’s SUV; he drives them to the little café they frequent within walking distance of the Lyell Centre. Upon entering the café, Nikki claims their usual table as Jack joins the queue. Jack makes his way to the table, balancing her hot chocolate, his coffee, and a small plate with a large double chocolate chip muffin. “One hot chocolate for the beautiful and brilliant pathologist, an Americano for her poor Irish forensic sidekick, and a double chocolate chip muffin for us to share.” he announces, producing with a flourish a couple of napkins and a disposable plastic knife which he hands to her, “Your scalpel ma’am.”

“You cheeky bugger,” she laughs, accepting the knife from him and swiftly quartering it. 

“While I was waiting for our drinks, I received a message from Cara. Aiofe is driving her up a wall; she plans on leaving Belfast and returning to London by the end of the week. She asked if she could stay with me when she arrives.”

“I’m sorry she’s not getting on with her mum. The fact she wants to stay with you is great news, though.” Nikki states encouragingly.

“Yeah, it’s brilliant,” Jack replies, fiddling with his napkin.

Nikki reaches across the table, stilling his hand and giving it a quick squeeze before lacing their fingers. “By having Cara living with you, you’ll have the opportunity to get to know each other better. You will be able to form a bond with your daughter, and through you, she will also be able to form a much deeper bond with Conor.”

“Please believe me, I am glad for that. But Cara’s arrival means I’ll have to tell her that Aiofe was wrong and that I’m her da. It was bad enough telling her it was possible that in sleeping with her mother, I’d been sleepin’ with ma brother’s lass.” He hangs his head in shame.

“Jack Hodgson, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Yes, you and Aiofe had a lapse in judgment. However, you were both young and stupid decisions are a propensity of the young. But don’t regret that decision; you have a beautiful, smart, and sassy daughter. You get to be that young woman’s father and should be proud of that.”

“Thanks, Nikk’s. I needed that little pep talk of yours…. Oh, gawd, did ya have ta remind me I’m gonna have to tell my da that about all of this.”

“Conor’s so excited that he’s a grandfather; he won’t care that Cara is yours and not Ryan’s,” Nikki replies with a smirk, knowing the older man has been enjoying getting to know the young woman.

Jack anxiously awaits Cara at the prearranged meeting point in the bus terminal. He taps his right foot, tapping out a nervous beat, and checks his watch for the fifth time. When he sees only three minutes have passed since the last time he checked, he begins to pace in place. 

He startles when a hand gently taps him on the shoulder. He stumbles over his own feet in his attempt to turn around quickly. Thankfully, he is able to catch himself before tumbling to the ground. In front of him is Cara, who is carefully trying to stifle her laugh.

“Hi,” Jack says while carefully signing the greeting with his hands. He and Nikki had only had a few classes with the BSL tutor they’d hired through the University connected with the Lyell.

Cara’s face lights up at his signing, and she returns the greeting.

Making sure Cara can read his lips, he asks her if she has any other bags besides the rolling suitcase at her side and the backpack she is carrying.  She gives a negative nod of the head. Jack reaches out for her suitcase and then guides her out of the building to his car. 

After a short car ride, they reach his house. He leads her inside and carries her bag up to the spare bedroom. Turning to face her, he points to the foot end of the bed where a stack of towels is lying. “Those are freshly laundered, and the guest bath is across the hall. Why don’t you freshen up from your travels? I’ll start making supper in the meantime. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Cara steps up to Jack and gives him a tight hug. He freezes momentarily, not expecting it, but quickly wraps his arms around her, his tall frame enveloping her. They stay in that position for several minutes before Cara’s belly gives a mighty rumble. She steps back, her face lightly flushed. Jack gives off an amused chuckle.

Cara then signs, “Thank you.”

Speaking clearly, Jack responds, “You’re welcome, darlin’.”

Jack heads down the stairs. In the kitchen, he pulls out two pots, one to boil some water for pasta and the second to make a sauce. He’s just finished setting the table when Cara enters the kitchen twenty minutes later, fresh from the shower.

“Perfect timing, darlin’. I hope you like pasta an’ sauce.”

She gives him a thumbs up as she opens the refrigerator, pulling out a can of Coke and a bottle of beer for Jack. She sits at the table, and Jack brings over two plates before taking his seat. Pulling her cell phone out of her pocket, she quickly types something into her text-to-talk app. “This is really, really good, Jack. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, darlin’. I’m glad you like it.” 

This is how they continue the conversation throughout the meal. “What’s new at the Lyell?” Cara asks.

Jack finishes his bite of pasta, “Nothing new.”

“What about Nikki? How is she?” A slight smirk on her face as her phone verbalizes the questions.

Jack looks at her incredulously, “What?”

“It’s obvious you love her. I’m also fairly certain she feels the same about you. Didn’t she end things with the American guy?” Cara winks at the last part.

“Feck!!! Why does everyone think that? And yeah, she and Matt are done. But that’s got nothin’ ta do wit me!” Jack exclaims, his Irish accent coming out in full.

“I may be deaf, but my sight works just fine. I’m guessing the others at the Lyell aren’t blind, either. Especially not Clarissa. She has a front-row seat. As for Matt, was it? I think you have more to do with it than you think.”

“I don’t know about all that.”

“Ugh!!! This is your chance!!! Don’t bollix it up and ask her out on a date.” Cara returns, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

“Jeez, I’ll think about it. I need to tread carefully, we’ve been friends a long time, an’ I don’t wanna mess that up.” Jack sighs, “But enough about that. There’s something else we need to talk about, though.”

“Did you get the paternity test results? Is Ryan my dad?” She asks dejectedly.

“I did get the results. No, Ryan isn’t your dad. I am.”

Cara scrambles out of her chair and rushes around the table. As Jack pushes his chair back in an attempt to get up, Cara collapses on his lap, throwing her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly. He wraps his arms securely around her, pulling her in close. He places a soft kiss on the top of her head as he whispers proclamations of love to her. His speaking causes vibrations in his chest that soothe her,

Once she has calmed down, she returns to her seat, grasping her phone; she states, “I’m so glad you’re my da and not Ryan.’

Jack smiles, “So am I darlin’. So am I.”

“Do you think Nikki will mind you having a teenage daughter?”

“Nikki already knows, an’ she is pleased an’ excited for us,” Jack responds. 

At his response, Cara frowned. “You told her before me?”

“Not exactly. I was at work when the results came in, an’ Nikki was with me. I was nervous about opening them. I was afraid they’d tell me ya were Ryan’s. I ended up given’ her my phone, an’ she told me. She knows how important you are ta me, an’ she wants to support the both of us.”

“I’m so glad. I really do like Nikki.”

“She really likes you too, Cara.”

Jack is not on call the weekend of her arrival, so they explore London together. Over the weekend, she explained that things were strained between her and Aiofe because she had applied and been accepted to a university in London. Cara informed him that she would be studying Criminology and had always been interested in science but was unsure how to pursue that love until she met him and saw how he used science to help others. He had truly piqued her interest with the possibilities out there. Jack had been flattered, dismayed, and unsure how to feel about this development. 

That night, he’d texted Nikki for some guidance.

J: Are ya still up?

N: Just got home from a scene. Not doing the postmortem until noon tomorrow.

N: So what all did you go see today?

J: The London Eye, Trafalgar Square and Madame Tussauds

N: I’m jealous. I spent most of my afternoon collecting body parts from a garbage lorry 🙁 knee-deep in a metric ton of waste 😭

J: Glad to have missed that.

N: Yuk it up. I’ll make sure the next one is ALL yours. 😛

J: I need your advice, Nikks

N: What’s wrong, Jack?

J: Cara told me she and Aifoe are on the outs because she’ll attend university here in London.

N: Her being on the outs with her mum sucks. But her going to university here is a good thing.

N: has she decided what she wants to study? 

J: Criminology

N: So she’s taking after her old man 😉

J: Umm

N: Jack, talk to me

J: I’m proud that she wants to study this. It shows just how smart she is.

N: But you’r torn???

J: This job isn’t safe. How often have you or I been in danger when working on a case?

N: Jack, you can guide and teach her to be safe. But you can’t wrap her in bubble film; She will come to resent you if you do. 

J: Thanks. You may need to keep reminding me. 

N: That I can do. I best be off to bed.

J: Sleep well

N: Thanks, and remember, it's your turn to do the coffee run on Monday.

J: 👍🏽 now go to sleep.

The following morning, Jack made a large breakfast. As he and Cara were getting ready to sit down to eat, the front door opened and shut. “Da breakfast is on the table. Come join us.”

“Who’s us son? Is it that pretty doctor friend of yours?” Conor asks as he enters the kitchen.

Jack groans, “No, da, it’s not Nikki. Cara’s back, and she’ll be livin’ with us. She’ll be starting university here in London soon.”

Conor sits in the empty place setting, waiting for him. As he does, Cara grabs his mug, goes to the kitchen, and pours him some coffee. Conor smiles at her when she brings him the mug.

“Thank you, mo stóirín.” Conor says as he mixes milk and sugar in his coffee. “I’m glad you’re staying with us.” Then, he takes a sip of his drink.

Jack, meanwhile, takes his plate and fills it with food from the table before placing it in front of Conor. “Here ya go, da.”

Conor shakes his head in bemusement, “Thanks, but I can make ma ow plate. I’m not that senile, yet.”

“I never said you were da. I was just bein’ nice.”

‘Have either of ya heard from Ryan?” Conor asks once he’s taken a few bites from his meal.

Cara shakes her head ‘no’. 

Jack sighs, “Da come on. Ryan is not gonna reach out to me. He hates me. Ryan blames me for his ending up in prison. He knows I’m pissed about him bringing a gun into this house and then trying to transport it to Ireland with Cara. Not to mention what he did to ya da. That was not ok.”

Conor looks down at his plate in resignation, not wanting to accept the truth of Jack’s words. 

“Plus, Ryan’s gonna hate me when he discovers that Cara’s not his,” Jack adds, wanting to get the information out in the open.

“Did Aiofe lie?” Conor asks, confused.

“Not exactly. We all thought Cara was Ryan’s. But, she and I spent a night together when they were on the outs.”

“What are ya tryin’ to tell me, son?”

“Cara’s my iníon.”

“Ya sure about that son?” Conor asks, wanting to be sure.

“Ya, da, I’m sure. I had a paternity test run. The results were conclusive.” Jack confirms.

Conor asks Cara, “How do ya feel about this mo stóirín?”

A grin spreads across Cara’s face. Using the app on her phone, she responds, “Honestly, I was happy when I initially found out about Ryan. But, the more time I spent with him, the more apprehensive I became. He made me very uncomfortable. It’s never been like that with Jack. So, since the test results came in, I’ve been happy and excited. We have much in common, and he doesn’t make me feel awkward about being deaf.”

“How about ya, Jack? How do you feel about this?” Conor asks.

“I couldn’t be happier da. When I sent off the test, I feared what they would say. Like I recently told Nikki, I was jealous of Ryan. I wanted Cara to be mine. Nikki had to open the email with the results because I was afraid to look.”

“It looks like everyone’s happy with the results. An’ for Ryan, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Conor states matter of factly. “Now, I’m gonna take ma bag to ma room an’ rest. I’m meetin’ the lads at the pub for Sunday lunch.”

Once Conor has taken his leave, Cara and Jack clean up the breakfast dishes and kitchen. The two then decide to have a lazy afternoon, watching movies and eating popcorn.

Monday morning, Jack whistles as he swipes his keycard, entering the office at the lab. He is the last to arrive, carrying a tray from the coffee shop and a brown paper bag.

“And what time do you call this?” Clarissa smarts off from her desk as he sets down the goodies on his desk.

“I guess ya don’t want the Caramel Macchiato I brought ya then,” Jack replies in kind. 

Clarissa steers around their desks, “gimme before I run over those big feet of yours.”

Jack shakes his head in amusement as he hands over the coffee to her. Grabbing the tray and bag, he heads for Thomas’s office, knocking on the frame, “One double shot Americano for ya with a splash of milk; hold the sugar.”

“Thanks, Jack,” Thomas replies, accepting the beverage.

Jack’s final stop is Nikki’s desk. Sitting on the corner of her desk, he hands her her coffee. “Here ya go, shorty one Mocha Macchiato with a double espresso shot.” Nikki takes a greedy sip.

“Thanks, Jack.”

“No problem,” he said, handing over the brown bag. “One of those is for you.”

“What is it?” she asks, taking the bag.

“They had ya favorite today.”

Nikki’s eyes widen, “You got me a blueberry-orange scone?”

“No, I got us blueberry-orange scones.”

Nikki pulls out the scones; she hands one to Jack, keeping the larger of the two for herself. Before Jack can say anything, she takes a tiny bit out of hers, staking her claim. Letting out a moan of enjoyment, she turns to him, “I just might love you.”

Taking a chance, Jack responds, “It’s a good thing I love ya too then.” Before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on Nikki’s lips. Nikki pulls back briefly to look him in the eye before leaning in and kissing Jack again.

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Viv weylin

Got me in my boots shakin'

Because they've got a pin

Holding someone's skin

Always, always makin'

Someone's guts into bacon

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(I wouldn't come off of anon if there was a gun to my head rn) (p.s. don't know you very well and only recently discovered your art, but you are super cool)

Wonderful poem they call you poemerrrrrr