#i was gonna say more but i think i've said enough

[ltash]

The Bodyguard pt-3

Part 1 & 2 links below.

SimonGhostRileyxfemalereader

This chapter contains smut.

The days blurred together as you fell into a routine, your life now a monotonous cycle of office work and quiet nights at home. The looming threat of Diego still hovered over you, casting a shadow on your every move. As you went about your day, from the office to your home, you barely stepped out, your freedom restricted by the constant presence of danger.

Through it all, Ghost remained an unshakable constant in your life. His watchful eyes never strayed from you, his imposing presence always near, whether in the sterile corridors of the office or within the safe confines of your home. He was always there, a silent guardian, a protector who never wavered in his duty to keep you safe. The predictability of your routine was something he welcomed. It made his job easier, and as long as Diego's threat lingered, that was all that mattered to him.

But even Ghost couldn't ignore the way your eyes sometimes darkened with the weight of isolation, the loneliness creeping in when the days blurred together and you found yourself confined within these walls.

One evening, as you sat across from him in the quiet of the living room, the stillness broke. You looked up from your phone, your fingers lightly tapping on the screen as you spoke, the thought forming in your mind.

"I'm thinking about celebrating my birthday," you said, your voice a mixture of resolve and a hint of excitement. "I am arranging a birthday party."

Ghost's eyes flicked toward you, his expression unreadable behind the mask. He knew you'd been restless lately, but the thought of you hosting a celebration, opening yourself up to the world, filled him with a sudden tension. To him, it was more than just a party. It was a risk. A risk he couldn't control.

"Why?" His voice was low, almost cold, a sharp edge to it as he kept his gaze locked on you.

"I'm bored," you admitted, your voice betraying a weariness you hadn't shown him before. "It's taking a toll on my mind. I need to refresh. Something different. A change."

Ghost didn't answer immediately, his jaw tightening as he processed your words. He understood the need to break free from the monotony, but the thought of you surrounded by others, exposed, vulnerable, stirred an instinctive protectiveness within him. He wanted to say no, to shut the idea down entirely, but he also understood the weight of your restlessness. Still, it didn't make him feel any less uneasy.

"Who's gonna be there?" His question was blunt, his voice dropping an octave, tinged with suspicion.

"My friends, my uncle, aunts," you replied, your voice casual, though there was an underlying sense of tension. "Only immediate family. It's at a banquet near here. I've already picked the place. It's all set."

Ghost's eyes narrowed at the mention of the guest list. Immediate family, your inner circle, he noted. That minimized the potential risk, but it didn't erase it. It never erased it. His mind raced, calculating every angle, every possible threat. He wanted to argue, to insist that this was a bad idea, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Tomorrow was already set in stone. The party was happening, and nothing he said could change that.

"It's tomorrow. I've already booked the hall," you added, as if reading the thoughts flickering in his mind.

Tomorrow. The date was already in place. Ghost's jaw clenched, frustration simmering under the surface. He let out a long, irritated sigh. The thought of you out there, in a crowd, exposed to God knows who, was almost more than he could bear. But he knew there was no turning back now. He wouldn't allow this to be a failure. He would make it work. He had to.

"What time?" he asked, his voice barely masking the tension that clung to his every word.

"Evening, around seven o'clock," you replied, not missing the tightness in his tone.

Seven o'clock. Ghost's mind shifted into overdrive. That gave him just enough time to secure the venue, to arrange for extra security, to make sure nothing could go wrong.

"I'll need a list of the guests," he said, his voice now firm, unwavering. "And I'll be picking you up from here. You ain't going alone."

The authority in his voice left no room for argument. It wasn't a request; it was an order. And as much as you knew he cared, there was something about the way he said it that only made the tension between you both more palpable. His protectiveness wasn't just a job-it was something deeper, something unspoken. It was clear that your safety came before everything else, even your own desires.

You nodded, feeling the weight of his concern settle between you. There was no escaping his vigilance, not now, not tomorrow. You wondered, fleetingly, if you ever could.

Days blurred into the usual rhythm, home, office, and back again, but tonight, the stillness had cracked. The celebration you'd planned was upon you, the banquet booked, guests invited, everything arranged. Ghost, though wary, had conceded to your determination. He gave a curt nod as you explained the details, though his expression betrayed nothing of the turmoil you knew was simmering beneath his composed exterior.

"I'll be there," he said, his voice rough. "Won't be far away. And you stick by my side. Got it?"

You gave a playful salute, trying to lighten the mood. "Got it, sir. Anything else?"

"Yeah. No alcohol," he said, locking his gaze with yours. "Don't need you gettin' drunk and makin' yourself an easy target."

Night fell, and the time had come. You slipped into a light blue, off-the-shoulder gown with a fitted bodice and a skirt that flowed like water as you moved. Sequins caught the light, adding a shimmer to each step. Clear Louboutin pumps with a crystal brooch completed the ensemble, sparkling under the glow of the porch lights as you stepped outside.

Ghost was waiting for you, leaning against the railing, his dark suit tailored to perfection, the usual ruggedness of his features amplified by the sharp cut of the fabric. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing tattooed forearms, a gun strapped in the holster on his chest, and a black medical mask covering his face. When he saw you, his eyes darkened, and he froze, momentarily taken aback.

"You drive," you said softly, your gaze lingering on him a bit longer than usual.

He shook himself from his trance and nodded, slipping behind the wheel with a stoic efficiency. As you settled into the passenger seat, he glanced over at you. "You look... stunning," he said, his voice rough and low.

You looked at him, taking in the tattoos on his arms, the subtle flex of his fingers on the wheel. Beneath the mask, his jaw was tense, his entire frame rigid with an alertness that never seemed to leave him.

When the banquet hall finally loomed in view, you glanced around. "Where's the security?" you murmured, frowning.

Ghost's eyes narrowed as he scanned the area, a flicker of worry passing over his face. "There should be security," he muttered. "Maybe they're blending in."

Unease prickled at your senses as he parked the car. His gaze was sharp as he met your eyes. "Stick close to me," he ordered, his voice tense.

Inside, the celebration came to life with laughter, warm greetings, and presents from your friends and family. Yet, Ghost remained in the shadows, watchful and vigilant. His gaze roamed constantly, flicking from face to face, tracking every exit, every darkened corner. He stayed nearby, a silent shadow, his presence more felt than seen.

The night continued, and soon, the cake was brought out. You smiled brightly as you cut it, feeling a rare warmth from the laughter and cheers around you. Ghost watched you, his gaze softening as he saw you happy, though his body remained coiled with tension, his senses alert for anything amiss.

After the cake, your friends and family drifted toward the dance floor, the lights dimming to cast playful shadows across the room. You lingered on the edge of the crowd, a cold drink in hand, enjoying the atmosphere. Ghost's figure loomed nearby, his intense gaze fixed on you through the sporadic lights, his body ready to move at any moment.

You caught his eye, gesturing briefly. "I need to use the restroom. Be right back."

Ghost's frown deepened, but he gave a curt nod. "Be quick," he said, his tone a gruff warning.

You slipped away, making your way through a quiet hallway to the restroom. Once inside, you took a breath, trying to shake the sense of unease gnawing at you. But as you turned toward the mirror, the door to the last stall opened, and a tall, dark figure emerged from the shadows.

You froze. The figure was draped in a black suit, his face obscured, yet an air of menace rolled off him in waves. Your heart plummeted as recognition washed over you.

"D-Diego?" You stammered, barely able to choke out the words.

A low chuckle answered you, sending a shiver down your spine. "Didn't expect to see me here, did you?" he murmured, a sinister amusement in his voice.

Your gaze dropped to his hand, where he toyed with a small needle, the glint of it sending another rush of fear through you. Your body tensed, a scream on the tip of your tongue, but before you could make a sound, his hand clamped over your mouth. You felt the sting of the needle as it pricked into your neck, and a wave of dizziness hit you hard.

Desperately, you clawed at his face, your nails digging in. He stumbled back, allowing you a moment to break free. Your vision blurred, but you forced yourself toward the door. Staggering out, you only made it a few steps before Diego's arm wrapped around you from behind.

"Ghost!" You screamed, your voice raw with terror.

The room spun as you heard a familiar voice, a shout that cut through the chaos like a blade. "Let her go!" Ghost's voice was laced with an icy fury, his gun raised and aimed.

Diego smirked, pulling you closer as a shield. "If you shoot, you'll hit her, too," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

But Ghost's aim was unerring. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, the shot ringing through the hall. Diego's grip released instantly as the bullet struck him. You stumbled forward, collapsing into Ghost's arms as a wave of chaos erupted around you.

The room exploded in panic, people rushing forward, cries, and gasps, filling the air. Your family and friends gathered around, and Ghost held you tightly, his face a mask of focused concern as he shielded you from the commotion. You barely registered Diego's lifeless form as Ghost whispered assurances, his tone soft but edged with a steely resolve.

Paramedics arrived quickly, and after a brief examination, you were given a medicine to counteract the effects of the sedative. You sat in Ghost's arms, still dazed, the night a dizzying blur of sounds and sights. Finally, the paramedics gave the all-clear, allowing Ghost to help you to his car.

The ride home was quiet. Ghost drove with a silent intensity, his jaw clenched, his eyes hard as he focused on the road. You sat slumped in the passenger seat, weak but grateful to be by his side. As you pulled up to your home, you looked over at him, tears gathering in your eyes.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. "I should have listened to you."

He glanced over, his gaze softening at the sight of you, vulnerable and regretful. "You don't need to apologize," he said, his voice a low rumble, filled with a tenderness he rarely showed. "Just... promise me you'll listen next time."

You nodded, and he gave you a small nod of approval. Even as he helped you inside, he was still the ever-watchful protector, but now there was a quiet understanding between you both. You were safe, and that was all that mattered to him.

Ghost pulled the car into your driveway, the rumble of the engine fading as he switched it off. The silence settled around you both, the only sound a faint chirping of crickets in the cool night air. He turned to you, his gaze intense, his voice low and gruff.

"Can you walk?" he asked, studying you carefully.

You nodded slowly, still feeling a lingering unsteadiness from the sedative. "I can try."

As you opened the door and stepped out, you stumbled slightly, the world around you tilting. But before you could sway too far, Ghost was right there, steadying you with a firm hand on your arm. "Take it slow," he said, his voice softened with a gentleness that surprised you.

You slipped off your heels, letting them fall to the ground, and began to walk gingerly toward your door, Ghost by your side every step of the way. His pace matched yours, his watchful gaze never leaving you.

Once inside, you made your way to your bedroom, finally stopping in front of your mirror. Staring back at you was a woman who looked as though she'd just weathered a storm-your hair mussed, your eyes slightly glazed, and your gown rumpled. You could feel Ghost's presence behind you, his reflection looming protectively, his dark eyes tracing over your figure with a kind of intensity that was both possessive and reassuring.

You looked at him through the mirror, biting your lip nervously. "Now that Diego's gone..." You hesitated, feeling vulnerable. "Will you... will you go back?"

His gaze met yours, unwavering and filled with a hint of conflict. After a moment of silence, he replied, "I don't know. I have... responsibilities."

The weight of his words hung in the air between you, and as he stepped closer, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, almost brushing against your back.

A slight shiver went down your spine as you turned to him, your voice a whisper. "Can you... can you help me take this off?"

Without a word, he stepped forward, his large hands reaching for the zipper of your gown. His fingers brushed your bare skin, sending a wave of heat through you as he slowly, gently slid the zipper down, the fabric loosening as it pooled around your feet. You stood before him in nothing but lace and silk, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet strangely empowered under his piercing gaze.

His eyes darkened as they took in every inch of you, a raw hunger flickering in them that made your heart race. The air was thick with unspoken words, and you bit your lip, unable to meet his gaze directly. His hand brushed your waist, his touch firm yet tender, grounding you in the moment.

"Look at me," he murmured, his voice husky, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in. "I want to see you."

Breathing heavily, you turned to him, lifting your hands to his face. Slowly, reverently, you reached up and gently removed his mask, exposing the face that had been hidden from you for so long. In that moment, as your eyes met his bare features, everything seemed to shift. The hard lines softened, revealing the man beneath the mask, the man who had risked everything to protect you.

"I want to see you, I want to see your face, I want to feel you your hands on my body without any barrier..." You bit your lip..

Your quiet, needy words sent a wave of heat through him. He could feel the desperation in your voice, the aching need for physical touch. He knew exactly what you were asking.

You traced your fingers on his lips.

"You are my most beautiful mistake that I want to do it again and again." You whispered.

The way you looked at him, the words you whispered, they stirred something deep within him. He wanted to draw you near, to kiss those words right off your lips. Instead, he clenched his fists, trying to rein in the overwhelming desire you stirred in him.

He paused, his hands still on your hips, his breath coming in short, laboured gasps.

Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure...?"

Your gaze softened, your breath catching as you reached up, bringing your lips closer to his. Your breaths mingled, the closeness making your skin tingle, and you pressed your lips to his in a soft, hesitant kiss.

Your hand found the back of his head as you fiddled with his soft hairs. Your lips found his. Your tongue flicked on his lower lip, tasting him.

The kiss ignited something within him. A low, guttural sound escaped his throat as he pulled you tightly to him, responding with a passion that took your breath away. His lips were firm yet yielding, moving against yours with a fierce tenderness, as though he were pouring everything he'd held back into this one moment.

"Make me yours before you go." You whispered as you broke the kiss.

He gripped your chin, "Tell me how much you want me." His voice a low growl.

"I want to succumb, I want to worship, I want to be utterly consumed by you."

He turned you around, and you looked at yourself in the mirror.

His hand came to wrap around your neck."You feel that?" He whispered in your ear as he pressed his growing bulge on your back.

You nodded.

"Good, girl!" He praised.

"You know what good girls do?" His breath hot against your ear. Hi nippled your earlobe.

His hand on your neck traced a path down towards your breast, his other hand coming to the front, squeezing your breast. His fingers circling, thumb brushing around your nipple.

Your head thrown back into his chest, low sensual sounds escaping your parted lips.

He nipped at the exposed skin of your neck. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off his body.

Your back hit the hard planes of his taut abs as you grabbed by your slender arms, his hands enveloping your arm easily.

"Will you be my good girl?" He whispered in your ear. His thick British accent, along with his husky voice, sent a shiver down your spine.

"Yes, Sir!" You nearly moaned. All your nerves were on fire.

His fingers traced your curves, reaching for your panty strap.

With one tug of his hands, your panties snapped, falling on the floor.

"Look at yourself in the mirror. You are a sight for sore eyes." His voice a husky murmur in your ear.

"Are you a good girl?" He asked again. This time, I give your ass a gentle squeeze.

"Yes, Sir!" You gasped sensualy. Your pussy going wet for him already.

"Hmmm! But you were such a bad girl not listening to me tonight. Weren't you?" He kissed your shoulder. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin.

"And you know what bad girls get?" He gently put your hands on the dressing bending you."They get spanked." His palm met your ass in clap.

"Aah!" You moaned. Your ass stung, but he soothed it with his palm.

He traced a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your back, trailing down the sensitive skin of your back, claiming it with each brush of his lips. A soft moan slipped from your lips, and his grip tightened around your waist, his touch firm, grounding, while you threw your head forward, surrendering to the pleasure he was coaxing from you with every touch.

He kissed you all the way down, hot kisses and cold air leaving goosebumps on your skin. His lips moved to the swell of your ass, and his teeth grazed your skin as he bit your ass.

Another sweet moan escaped your lips.

He licked a path up your back with the flick of his tongue.

Then his fingers tangled in your hair as he gently tugged your hairs pulling your head back.

"Look at yourself in the mirror." He ordered.

His hand traced a path down your your body and towards your soaking core.

"Already so ready for Daddy." He chuckled in your ear. Electric shocks jolted through your core as his finger made their way towards your soaking cunt tracing and teasing your clit.

"Oh, my god!" You let out a soft moan unable to contain yourself.

He continued with his ministrations, teasing your soaking wet pussy with his finger. The touch ignited a fire in your whole body.

He turned your face towards him and pressed his lips on you, drinking in your moans.

Ghost's body was on fire as he kissed you, each nerve alight as though it had come alive just for this moment. He was lost in the feel of you, his touch fervent, hands roaming with a possessive need to feel every inch of your skin under his palms. He couldn't get enough, couldn't stop. It was as if something in him had broken free, and there was no putting it back now.

The sound of your moans sent a thrill through him, and he couldn't help the deep groan that rumbled from his chest. He moved his lips to the hollow of your throat, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin, leaving faint marks that only he could give, marking you as his own. You could feel his smile against your skin as he murmured, his voice rough and heated.

"Get down on your knees."

You gasped, his hands tangled in your hair as he gently guided you down on your knees. He was pleased with how obedient you were, feeling your body respond so willingly.

"Good," he rasped, his tone possessive yet tender. "I want you to feel good. I want to make you feel good all night long." His hands travelled down to the buckle of his belt.

"Ready to show me how much of a good girl you are?" He smirked gently, holding  your chin.

You nodded slowly.

With deliberate slowness, he unbuckled his belt, drawing it free and letting it fall to the floor. His gaze never wavered from yours as he unzipped his pants and slipped them off, leaving only his boxers.

The sight of him, stripped of armour and defences, left you breathless. Your eyes traced over his body, every hard line and scar, the strength that lay beneath his skin evident in the ripple of muscle as he moved. Ghost watched you take him in, his eyes softening, catching the slight flush on your cheeks before he leaned back down, pressing his lips to your lips once more.

He stood up again. His cock hard against your lips as he teased you with the tip of his cock.

"Go ahead." He ordered. A michievious glint in his eyes.

Slowly you took his cock in your mouth, tasting the saltiness of his precum in your throat.

"You are doing so good. Good girl." He praised.

You stroked the full length of his cock with your hand.

"You are so good at this." He growled.

"Stand up." He ordered again. You slowly stood up.

In one swift movement, Ghost lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist, his strength lifting you effortlessly. He carried you over to the bed, laying you down with a gentleness that was starkly contrasted by the raw intensity in his eyes. He hovered over you, his gaze dark, intense, the shadow of his desire unmistakable as he looked down at you, every inch of his expression promising he wouldn't leave you wanting.

Your body arched against him, a shiver coursing through you as his lips traced down to the curve of your chest. His mouth closed around your sensitive skin, his tongue circling your nipple before he took it between his lips, and you gasped, feeling as if every nerve in your body had come alive under his touch. One of his hands slid up, tracing along your waist, before he cupped your other breast, kneading gently as he continued his slow, intoxicating rhythm, his breath warm against your skin

He let out a low groan as he felt your hands tangling in his hair, guiding him closer, encouraging him. His mouth alternated between teasing, gentle flicks and firm, demanding kisses, his tongue tracing a trail that left your skin tingling. You could feel the fire building between you, and it only pushed him further, his hand tracing down to grip your hip, urging your body closer to his.

His kisses travelled lower, leaving trails of heat along your skin, the marks of his presence indelible on your body. Finally, he moved one hand down to your thighs, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the delicate skin there, savouring every shiver and gasp you gave in response. You could feel his breath quickening, mirroring your own, as his touch became more fervent, more insistent.

His touch was unhurried yet relentless, and as he kissed his way down, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, promising that this night belonged to you and him alone, every touch meant to leave a mark that would stay with you long after the night had ended.

Ghost moved with a languid intensity. His body in sync with yours caught up in the heat and urgency between you. Slowly, his lips trailing delicate, lingering kisses along your thighs, every touch sending ripples of anticipation through you. You stretched your legs out, placing your toes on his chest, tracing over the hard lines of his muscles, feeling the warmth radiating off him.

A shiver ran through Ghost's body as he felt your touch, the brush of your toes against his chest, igniting his already burning need. He continued to kiss his way up your thighs, his hands pressing firmly against your skin, moving closer and closer to where you needed him. His gaze drifted up to meet yours, his eyes smouldering with a blend of adoration and unrestrained desire. "You have no idea how much I want you right now," he murmured, his voice low and raw.

He returned to you, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his breath warm as he inched closer to your soaking cunt. He looked up at you, his hand firm on your thigh, feeling the tremor that betrayed your need.

"You're soaking wet," he whispered, his eyes darkening as he studied your reaction, savouring each shiver that rippled through you. "I need to devour you right now."

You bit your lip, gasping as his mouth finally found your most sensitive spot, his tongue tracing gentle circles that sent you spiralling into bliss. The intensity of the sensation left you clutching at the sheets, your moans filling the room. His name slipped from your lips, a raw, breathless plea that only seemed to fuel his need for you. He smirked, pausing only to murmur, "You taste so good," his voice rough and needy.

Without warning, Ghost lifted you, flipping you onto your stomach, his strength effortless. A small squeak escaped you as his large hands wrapped around your waist positioning you on your knees, your elbows resting on the bed. He ran his hands along your hips, pulling you close as he leaned in, his warm breath brushing against your ear.

"You look so beautiful like this, so ready to take my cock." he said, his voice thick with desire as he took in every inch of you beneath him.

He pressed himself against you, teasing your folds with the head of his cock, his hands firm on your hips. "You want this," he rasped, his tone almost a command. "You want me to fuck you breathless."

Your response was a desperate whimper, a plea that was all the encouragement he needed. He sank his cock into you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him as you stretched around him. "Aww, babe," you gasped, your fingers clawing at the sheets, "you're so big... I can't..." You trailed off, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Ghost leaned forward, hissing in your ear. "You can take it, and you're going to take it like a good girl," he growled, his words both a promise and a challenge. He began to move, each thrust slow and deep, letting you adjust to his size. The stretch was intense, but the pleasure only deepened with each movement.

"Fuck... oh my god," you moaned, your body arching as he filled you completely. "Simon, you're so big."

He responded with a low growl, his fingers tightening on your hips as he picked up his pace, each thrust driving into you harder, chasing both his pleasure and yours. "You feel so good around me," he groaned. "Such a tight little cunt so wet... I can't get enough of you."

Ghost leaned down, his lips pressing hot kisses against your neck, his hips snapping as he drove into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. He could feel you tremble beneath him, the sensation only heightening his own pleasure.

"You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered, his hand sliding around to your front, his thumb finding your clit. He could feel your body tensing, the telltale sign of your impending climax.

"Yes, yes, please, don't stop," you pleaded, your voice desperate.

"You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "I'm not going to stop, babe... not until you come undone."

Your head pressed into the pillow as the intensity peaked, tears slipping from your eyes, your moans filling the room. Ghost's movements grew more forceful, his hands shifting to grip you tightly, anchoring you as he chased his own release. He leaned down, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. "That's it, babe," he growled. "Let me hear you. Come for me."

He pulled you up, his hand wrapped around your throat, making you stand on your knees. His other hand held your hip, his fingers dug into your flesh.

As you reached your climax, he stayed with you, his hands wrapped around you, pulling you close, his own breath hot against your skin. The last of his control slipped as he reached his peak, his body shuddering against yours as he found his release, holding you close as he came undone with you. Ghost's breath was ragged, his movements became sloppy as he came inside you filling you with his cum.

You were complately spent. He gently lowered you beside him, pulling you into his arms, both of you wrapped in the warmth of each other's embrace.

[book--wyrm]

Pengu Finale Liveblog ahhhhhh

Julian just absolutely brain blasting this old woman

Oh Rex is close enough to call her doll and make her breakfast he is not beating the deadbeat daddy allegation

OH NO DOES SHE KNOW OH MY GOD SHE KNOWS

NEVERMIND I WAS SO WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING SHE HAS KNOWN ALL ALONG

holy shit holy shit holy shit

okay so they did find the bodies eventually holy fuck hooooooly fuck

oh my god rex literally teaching francis how to manipulate oz and use him oh my god ohhhhh my god this is so much more of a betrayal than if francis had just hated him for what he'd done

she knew all along she knew all along and she used him and she

she

oz was right ahahahahah every relationship in his life is fuckign transactional because he KILLED THE ONLY TWO BOYS WHO TRULY LOVED HIM, AND KILLED HIS MOTHER'S LOVE WITH THEM

dude he has to kill his mother now

this is a psychological nuke the likes of which i think sofia could not possibly have ever imagined.

Francis's FACE oh my god.

Julian baby boy maybe Sofia should stand out of sight to not break immersion

God this is absolutely not how hypnotism works is it

IT'LL BE EASIER NOW YOU LITTLE PSYCHO

"I see you in ways other people don't" while she is ACTIVELY USING HIM

dude. dude. I just. It's always the same with Oz, isn't it. Sofia, Eve, his mom. He's the biggest bullshitter in Gotham, and he's so full of it he doesn't have a clue how to sniff it out

God they are both so horrific to each other. Just his horrible cycle of selfishness and toxicity what a twisted family they are

HELLO VIC I MISSED YOU

Oh rip lmao I guess the gangs know the bliss is all gone

Vic baby he's saying all the same stuff oz does, only he believes it, so he can't bullshit people to his side

Oh hey that dude on the other side of the walkie talkie lived!!

Man Oz and Sofia haven't been face to face since ep 4 hahahaha

BERTO MENTION. she hasn't used that name in a hot second

Oh my god Sofia literally using that bird nest metaphor ahahahh whoever that anon was in my inbox you are a genius

Man. Sofia literally just laying out all their horrible family drama in the worlds worst family therapy oh my god

Dude I've been saying for weeks now that Sofia's superpower is to completely shatter people with the truth and. ohhhhhh my god ohhhhhh my god ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wait. Is Sofia going to give that cigar cutter in her cleavage to Francis to use on Oz. I think she should give it to her.

Uh. Nevermind

Wow Sofia really is leaning into this evil therapy thing what the fuck. girl.

God i desperately want her to be the girl-jonkler running the aslume at the end of this show please please please

Also Sofia, I think it was the left. I mean I'm sure she knows just so she can do the other one next, but. man. she is fuckin sadistic. im love....

Julian so enthusiastic about all of this hahaahah

I love Sofia like, almost framing this to them or possibly herself as a gift she is giving to Francis. Is this cope? Is this something she sincerely believes? Or is she just being cruel?

I ALREADY FUCKIN KNOW

It's my finger you spineless prick hahahaahha but that doesn't matter to him because its your love he wants it's your adoration your pride and what actually happens to you? Doesn't fucking matter.

I NEVER STOPPED HATING YOU

Sofia's face right then like. damn dude. god i love her

She had enough love for all of them and he soured every last drop of it. For them, for him, for the world.

Sofia really does know the value of just letting a drama play out.

Francis saying Sofia is right this ep, Sofia saying Francis was right last ep, damn.

Oz really is... the only character in this show chronically incapable of learning

Damn mama cobb strong enough to smash a bottle. I don't think even i could do that.

Oh my god no wonder she said "they look at me like i'm not even theirs" because in her mind, she let their murderer go free

also is oz gonna hulk out that she's showing love to an imaginary jack and benny when oz has just seen her hate?

Oh is she just dying right now

Julian doing the get down mr president

MR DETECTIVE YOU DIPSHIT

Sofia baby you did great okay you already hurt Oz please just go to italy with your boy toy

Wow is he not getting this fucking stab looked at

EW EW EW EW

Yeah sure sure. Sofia stabbed you. Sure. Sure.

Oh noooo. Vic... baby.... he is such a believer in Oz's stupid self serving bullshit. He is so good. And pure. And he speaks from the heart and. And Oz acts like this is something Vic rehearsed

And they laugh about it but Vic doesn't understand. He doesn't understand that Oz isn't giving him advice on how to most effectively show people the fire you hold in your heart—he's teaching him the art of smoke and mirrors. how to con and grift and bullshit until even you don't know what's true and real

Christ. Vic is so fucking dead

She'd never look at me again unless i get this done.

Oz knowing now that this love is transactional. And fine. He'll make that transaction, he'll take down sofia and then maybe his mom will pretend again that she doesn't hate him, doesn't want him dead

it's not going to work, of course. it can't because this show is about him becoming the penguin. and it can't, because even that transaction was always a lie Francis told herself

I don't think she could ever have loved Oz even if he'd gotten her into a penthouse at age 20. I think she lied to herself to survive living with him, because what was the alternative? Losing all three of her boys?

AHAHAHAHAHAH SOFIA LITERALLY PICKING UP OZ'S GOLD SUMMIT MEMBERS i have to say. I did not anticipate this at ALL

damn girlie really is just gonna dip to go to italy or wherever

sofia really is just setting up the funniest game of capture the flag imaginable while cramming like seven olives in her mouth

i dont' say this often. i desire her carnally.

The gun in the glove compartment surely that will not come back later

Oz originally checking his image in the reflection of the car vs asking Vic now, treating this kid as his reflection

Damn. Is Link really going to fall for Oz's shit again after that truck of cigs thing? Or is this just a ploy to get Oz into the right place for Sofia to pick him up?

Actually maybe that's what loses Vic, that Link betrayed him, and Oz expected it. Idk we shall see

Penguin planning to run for mayor in a couple movies?

Oh Oz is totally gonna send sofia to arkham ahahaha poor baby

Oh my god I thought Sofia was gonna claim credit for Sal's death, not that Oz would give it up himself

I cannot tell you guys how fucking tempting it is to skip right to the end of this episode to see if i'm right you guys

Wow Oz really eyeing that Mayor's office

Is he going to kill Bella and frame Sofia. Is he gonna kill bella and THAT is what turns Vic on him.

oh my god LINK

HAHAHAH I WAS SO RIGHT SHE IS BURNING DOWN FALCONE MANOR

oh god that's the watch Sofia gave him for his birthday FUCK YOU CARMINE

Sofia really is gonna fucking screw over EVERYONE hahaha THREE CIGS BABY

oh god she is so hot i love her you self actualize through arson baybeeeeeeee

that shot of her throwing the cig like a dart is so much oh my god

babygirl i love you

you deserve the world

but yeah she is going into the cold according to the needle drop. definitely going back to arkham

... what's in the trunk. i don't think it's normal luggage. is it more bombs

there is still 20 mins left. i am afraid

This is clearly a trap for someone i just don't know who. Where is vic

I'm so afraid this is the last we get to see of Sofia.

She knows. She always has such a nose for bullshit lmao. Also fuck you Link you gotta know Oz is gonna stab you in the back.

I do think it's promising that Julian has not been seen all day tho. What is he doing.

I love this. I love that Oz and Sofia finally get this one moment to be truly honest with each other.

Well. At the very least, Oz gets to be honest with Sofia. idk that he knows how to be honest with himself anymore.

Why does this look like a chemical factory. I know it's not happening but it'd be so funny for Sofia to become the joker right now.

just dunk her in the goop

Man. Is he actually going to shoot her. Police pls come and save my girl. Cannot believe that's what I'm begging for now.

oh my god

yeah i called it but. Man. This is so painful to watch. also i think my julian prayers are not going to be answered it did not look like Sofia had planned any of this

okay i'm normal about sofia being arrested now.

Okay. I'm normal.

I'm back to not being normal francis and vic and oz all in one place this is all gonna blow up emotionally

Is francis in a coma. is she totally brain dead oh my god.

oh man she really is never going to say she loves him hahaha

she let jack and benny's murderer go and it never got her anything

is he gonna kill her now.

TELL ME YOU'RE PROUD OF ME oz you fuckin

he's so fucking delusional jesus putting her hand on his head

dude. is Vic actually gonna live through this episode

holy fuck

did not call that in the least

well. i was right about the pyrrhic victory for Oz

"All kinds of things" shut the fuck up.

God. I cannot believe Vic is living through this show. Admittedly as the kind of guy that his parents would have been ashamed of, but.

Wait. No no

don't

don't do it

no nondfonfodnfodnfodfn

please dont

pelase dont

oz don't you dare

nONONNNONONONONONONONONONONONO

PLEASE DOJNT DO IT NOW PLEAE

NO NO HE IS THEO NLY ONE WHO HAS SEEN THE WEAKNESS AND HUMAN IN YOU

OZ YOU

OZ

NO

WITH YOUR HANDS???? WITH YOUR FUCKIGN HANDS???? I THOUGHT HE WOUDL PULL A GUN AT LEAST YOU FUCKING

ODSOFANDFONSODNOSDAGNOGNIOAGDSASGJDISGNAGLNFGOSANFOSDO

SANO

NON NO NONONONO

VIC

vic. vic. vic barely lived a month longer than his family

all that good heart and he just. enabled a monster to rise to power. to make gotham worse

HE'S MUGGING HIM

YOU PIECE OF SHIT YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT YOU BASTARD YOU

i

i

and the water takes him too.

JULIAN

oH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT AHHAAHHAHAHA

JULIAN

I WAS RIGHT ABOUT SOFIA GETTING MARRIAGE PROPOSALS HAHAHAHAHAH

SELINA KYLE???????? HELLO??????????????

bro.... oh my god..... this is....

I'm so happy.........

sofia smiling... sofia finding a new family member....

nvm i am so glad my original theories were wrong this is way better than anything i could have hoped for

oh my god

ohhhhh my god he actually is keeping his mom in a vegetative state.... exactly what she begged him not to do.......

she knows.... she knows... some part of her is aware in there ahahahahah

you should have let Rex kill him all those years ago

oh my god EVE???? EVE GIRL GET OUT BEFORE HE KILLS YOU TOO

oh no please tell me he never learned what happened with sofia and eve

hes literally just calling her ma. fuck me. mayeb that means eve is safe for now

NOT THE BATSIGNAL

[hymnserendipity]

Comfort Toji from bodyshaming

Comfort, mention of self-hate, bodyshaming

Months and months of relationship until you moved in together, the next step for you was to change jobs. You wanted to stop being a waitress, always dirty with food and smelling like fried food, dealing with rude customers who drop food or coke, cleaning dirty toilets and so on. Today you had a job interview, but the outcome had left you so upset that you came home crying and snapped out of Toji and then ran to your room. "May I know what's wrong with you?" he asks angrily as he enters your room.

"I'm Sorry... Something happened today and i got mad at you. It will never happen again." He hugs you tightly, patting your head

"It's okay, baby. It's okay, you're fine. I love you, you know it? What happened today?"

"Well, remember i had a job interview?" Toji raises his eyebrow, still hugging you

"Yeah, what happened with it?"

"Do you think i'm pretty?" You ask, trying to cover your teary eyes. He gives you a warm smile.

"You're beautiful, pretty and most of all mine. Nobody but me can see you like that." That makes you smile.

"Well the job interview didn't went well..." He gives you a serious look.

"Come on, baby, what happened?"

"They told i'm not not pretty enough for that work." He looks mad and he grits his teeth

"Who was it that said that to you? i'm gonna rip this man's face off for even talking to you like." You shake your head.

"It was a group of women that were searching a front desk girl." He sighs, his eyes are full of hate but he turns his smile to you.

"It doesn't matter, baby. You already have a job as my princess and I promise you I won't let anyone disrespect you like that."

"They made me realize how ugly am i... How could you look at me if i'm that ugly?" Toji looks at you in the eyes, his eyes are full of love

"Do you honestly think so? Do you think you're ugly?"

"Maybe... I think now that when we have sex you are forced to look at my hideous face." He wraps his hands around your face, looking straight into you.

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying? Baby, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You're breathtaking, you have mesmerizing eyes, angelic face and beautiful skin." He kisses you deeply, holding you tightly

"And I love you, more than anything. I love you so much that nothing matters for me, just your happiness and your safety. You'll never be ugly in my eyes, you'll always be my princess, my beauty."

[whim-prone-pirate]

the reason i bring my identity up is to then make the point about the importance of queer characters in my life. you didn't need to ask, i told you! isn't that nice?

i never said that any of those things attributed to good storytelling, i said i understand about storytelling functions, meaning i am not at all shocked or surprised or saddened by how tommy was treated as a supporting character meant to provide buck steps in his queer journey.

i believe bucks queerness and their relationship were handled with the amount of grace necessary. again, this was a standard buck relationship (including the goofy break up reason), and bucktommy was given as much grace as bucktaylor or buckabby or whatever else!

my take is that i don't think tommy was supposed to be representation, buck is. and buck still is, they accomplished that goal.

i check the 911 insta pretty often, but that's the only social media i have that they're on. insta is notorious for removing mean comments so it's possible i didn't scroll far enough and/or don't get to the posts in time to see the death threats you're claiming.

in my opinion, their relationship was poorly paced, as is the rest of the show. pacing and time-and-place has NEVER been their strong suit. i am very sorry that this lack has gone towards ruining the end of something yall love, and i truly mean that.

my overall point is that diehard fans took things from the interviews that they were not meant to because they thought bucktommy was more special than bucks other relationships and nothing ever promised that. they handled it with grace by doing about as well as they usually do with writing the show and did not treat them differently on the basis of being mlm.

ps: you emphatically disagree with me, and i have to think that engaging in this conversation is not a happy time for you. that is why i bring up blocking tags of content you don't like. you can avoid this by taking preventative measures as i have.

i'm probably not gonna have much more to say after this or i feel i'd be reiterating everything i've already said but reply if you'd like obvs

and another thing people are discussing this like tommy was a main character with an arc. he was supporting at best even in his own relationship. i'm sorry to say it was not disrespectful to treat a supporting character like a supporting character. he's allowed to have an unceremonious exit. bucktommy existed for buck's story… not tommy's. i am ALL FOR loving and caring for character's who don't really have a story of their own (we're all huge fans of ravi and lucy and lena hello they are/were barely around!!!), i get how fun it is. but so many people are confusing their love for tommy and their headcanons for implication that he was ever supposed to stick around and develop outside of buck. he was never gonna be his own Guy you know.

[yuckydraws]

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Healing & Growth

(gif made by my friend @robanilla-arts is below - slight warning for flashing! Thanks again, Rob!)

[keelanrosa]

terfs when a study shows literally anything positive about trans people/transitioning: 'hm i think this requires some fact-checking. Were those researchers REALLY unbiased? Because if they were biased this doesn't count and if they weren't knowingly biased they probably were unconsciously biased, woke media affects so much these days. Have there been any other studies on this? Because if there haven't been this could be an outlier and if there have been and they all agree that's a bit odd, why aren't there any outliers, and if there have been and any disagree we really won't know the truth until we very thoroughly analyze them all, will we? Were there enough subjects for a good sample size? Did every single subject involved stay involved through the whole study because if they didn't we should be sure nothing shady was going on resulting in people dropping out. Are we 110% sure all the subjects were fully honest and at no point were embarrassed or afraid to admit they didn't love transitioning to the people in charge of their transition? Are we 110% sure none of the subjects were manipulated into thinking they were happy with their transition? In fact we should double-check what they think with their parents, because if the subjects and their parents disagree it's probably because they've been manipulated but their cis parents have not and are very unbiased. How many autistic subjects were there because if there weren't enough then this doesn't really study the overlap between autistic and trans and if there were too many then we just don't know enough about what causes that overlap to be sure this study really explains being trans and isn't just about being autistic. How many AFAB subjects were there because if there weren't enough this is just another example of prioritizing AMAB people and ignoring the different struggles of girls and women and if there were too many how do we know sexism didn't affect the results. Was the study double-blinded? We all know double-blinded is the most reliable so if this one wasn't that's a point against it even if the thesis literally physically could not be double-blinded. Look i'm not being transphobic, i want what's best for trans people! Really! But as a person who is not trans and therefore objective in a way they cannot possibly be, i just think we should only take into account Good Science here. You want to be following science and not being manipulated or experimented upon by something unscientific, right?'

terfs when they see a study of 45 subjects so old it predates modern criteria for gender dysphoria and basically uses 'idk her parents think she's too butch', run by a guy who practiced conversion therapy, 'confirmed' by a guy who treated the significant portion of subjects who didn't follow up as all desisting, definitely in the category of 'physically cannot double-blind this', completely contradicted by multiple other studies done on actual transgender subjects, but can be kinda cited as evidence against transitioning if you ignore everything else about it: 'oOOH SEE THIS IS WHAT WE'RE TALKIN BOUT. SCIENCE. Just good ol' unbiased thorough analysis. I see absolutely no reason to dig any deeper on this and if you think it's wrong you're the one being unscientific. It's really a shame you've been so thoroughly brainwashed by the trans agenda and can't even accept science when you see it. Maybe now that someone has finally uncovered this long-lost study from 1985, we can make some actual progress on the whole trans problem.'

[astranauticus]

i'm not even done with the new rwd episode but. spoilers ahead

anyway funny thing. i wasn't like, super on board with the professionals when i was first binging through the first 3 seasons and especially once we got to season 3 i tunnel visioned on VR-LA and MR-SN super hard (as is probably extremely obvious from my art) but like. 4.5?? the exchange they had??? the fucking breakup scene???? yeah. yeah i get it now. i have no idea why or what changed but i have now Gotten It at the worst possible timing. what the hell

[cuntwrap--supreme]

So close to being finished with my post office training! I just have to do my driver's test next Thursday and I'm officially an assistant rural carrier! Which is step one in becoming a full time employee and receiving those sweet, sweet government job bennies. But also, it's a lot of sorting and shit, and tism go brrrrrrrr with that.

[luesmainblog]

i don’t CARE if descriptive character reference is bad writing and annoys people it is FUN and i will not be taking your pet peeves into account. i love you bluenette i love you the cowboy i love you the unicorn i love you the dog lover.

[astudyintheburningofhearts]

YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS. THE FIRST EPISODE OF HEARTSTOPPER SEASON THREE I'M SCREEAMINGGGGGGGGGG OMG (SPOILERS IN THE TAGS BTW PLEASE JUST SCROLL PAST) FEDJHWKQJ

[batsplat]

just read ur take on the big three rivalries/relationships and i wanted to know how much u know about djokovics and nadals history with the whole being friendly/sharing an manager/practising together until novak started dominating (the way rafa literally switched from calling him to nole to novak in 2011 specifically after the madrid incident lmao and novak deflecting when asked how their friendship was going at wimbledon that same year) i feel like those two have a lot of history and most people ignore it or just arent aware of it ig

they do have a lot of history! idt they were necessarily THAT friendly with each other pre 2011. nadal was always the wunderkind who djokovic (and murray) were chasing. you had classic young djokovic moments like saying that he was in control of his rg 2006 match with nadal until djokovic's back problems, that he realised he didn't have to do anything special to defeat nadal, that nadal's beatable (nadal won the first two sets 6-4 6-4 before djokovic retired). still one of the funniest things he's said fairs

but their relationship did clearly get worse in 2011, when djokovic had that phenomenal season and beat nadal all six times they faced each other (still a shame he lost his first match that year at the roland garros semis against federer, denying us the final with nadal everyone wanted to see). there's also obviously stuff like handshake compilations over the years lol

anyway, their relationship also seemingly took a turn for the worse in 2022 over the whole australia deportation drama. I should say that in their early years, big three rivalries were a little more exciting (well, maybe not federer/nadal, but the other two) - it's just that all three of them were increasingly committed to just being ultra respectful *cough* pr merchants *cough* and it limited how much they would even let themselves do anything interesting. nadal can be a bit of a prick who's a lot more amiable when he's winning and is generally more of a sore loser than djokovic, but what's the point if you've collectively taken a vow to not rock the boat? and djokovic, who became massively unpopular for absolutely no good reason, eventually responded to all the criticism and booing with this slightly desperate attempt to make himself loved - the boob throw celebration is obviously the most infamous example and thank god he dropped that a few years ago. which is compelling in itself, but unfortunately it's all considerably less compelling these days... whenever he's being a pantomime villain, it's now about The Establishment.... stuff like this wimbledon where he was being kinda delusional about what the fans were yelling, saying they were booing him when they were calling his opponent's name, which? I like that, I liked the interview, it was silly camp fun. and then it became discourse bloody piers morgan was speaking out on as some kind of grand statement about how djokovic wouldn't let himself be silenced any more. that's not fun!!

anyway, djokovic/nadal is still an all time great tennis rivalry, and I've enjoyed plenty of their matches over the years. just don't think they offered quite enough narrative tension to live up to *59 matches* and monopolising the sport + all the attention within it for like. a lot of years. idk they could've move more imo

[skrunksthatwunk]

playing dmc1 with my earbuds in (but on low volume bc they're being weird) while my roommate and her shitty bf argue. i feel like i'm recreating the very specific experience of some child of divorce out there

[wetpapert0wel]

@ my ex ay yo get ur shit off my calendar lmao

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

......

[uravichii]

"best friends who kiss?"

character/s: bakugo katsuki

summary: recently, your best friend has been kissing you at random times. you have no idea why because he refuses to talk about it. either way, you're not about to let this to ruin your precious friendship.

genre & trope: fluff, best friends to lovers, angry confessions, reader is terrified of love but bakugo wants them so bad 😁, tw kind of ooc bakugo

a/n: i've been watching a lot of pride & prejudice and bridgerton scenes n i'm now obsessed angry confessions 🤩 + this is heavily inspired by that scene in little women :) ALSO i haven't posted in a year 😟 so pls be nice ik my writing's rusty in this :'D

the first time bakugou katsuki kissed you, he pretended he never did.

"what... " you brush your fingers against your bottom lip, your whole face hot. "what the hell was that for?"

"what?" bakugo shrugs, feigning innocence as he takes a swig of his soda.

you try and trace back the events that could have led to the kiss.

you said something along the lines of: "i wish i had a boyfriend. i could definitely pull a cute guy off the street."

then you heard him scoff and say: "no man's sane enough to put up with your insufferable ass." ーor something more insulting than that.

you can't remember what you said in response, and you rack your brain to figure out what prompted him to grab your face and kiss you. it's impossible when all you can think about is the unexpected supple feel of his lips, its faint ghost still lingering on yours.

"that kiss, katsuki! you violated my mouth!"

"dunno what you're talking about. you hit your head or something?"

you blink and second-guess yourself for a second.

"okay, no. you're not gonna gaslight your way out of this." you swat his arm, earning an irked glare from him. "why the hell did you kiss me?"

"you're imagining things, idiot. this stupid game's givin' ya some serious brain damage for sure."

he stands up and swings his bag over his shoulder.

"where are you going? we're not done yetー!"

and he's out of the door.

was he drunk off his soda? maybe he kissed you to mess with your head. he's not that cruel though, you think. maybe he couldn't think of any other way to shut you upー that was something he always struggled with after all.

at least the second time bakugo katsuki kissed you, he was kind enough to warn you.

after enduring the most awkward hour-long study session with him, you decide to put an end to your agony by wrapping it up. you start gathering your things when he stops you with a calloused hand on your wrist.

"what?" you turn to him, your cheeks already heating up from his touch.

there are no thoughts you could read behind those vermillion eyes, and all of a sudden, you don't know your best friend very well anymore.

he walks some tentative steps closer to you until the back of your knees hit the table. he cradles your jaw with such delicacy you didn't even know he was capable of. he slips past your awaiting lips and presses his nose on the side of your head, his warm breath kissing your flushed skin.

"punch me in the face and scram if you don't want this, got it?"

you gulp and forget to answer if not for the gentle squeeze on your wrist. "y/n, you got it?"

"s-sure."

when you two kiss, it's different from last time. it's unhurried, curious, and so intoxicating. the kiss speaks: 'i want you. i want you. i want you' but whose thoughts are these?

he groans into your lips as if to urge you to keep up with the sheer hungriness that has consumed him. you try your best to do so as he deepens the kiss with a palm on the back of your head and practically drinks you in. he doesn't pull away until he hears the tiny whine that escapes you.

"shit, sorry." he mutters, avoiding your stunned gaze.

"t's okay."

"did i hurt you?" the quiet lilt of his voice surprises you.

"no, no. i'm okay, but why'd you kiー"

"bye." he blurts out as he turns to the door and leaves, as if he didn't just invaded your mouth and permanently tainted the years of friendship you two have had. you click your tongue as the heat subsides in your cheeks.

"son of a bitch."

the third time bakugo katsuki kissed you, you let him, and he didn't stop.

you had barely escaped death when you lost your footing while sparring with todoroki. naturally, bakugo yelled the poor guy's ear off and would have murdered him if eraserhead hadn't interfered at the last second.

now, you find yourself heaving in your bed. you don't know whether your hastened pulse is from the adrenaline rush or from the fact that bakugo is all over you right now.

he's planting feather-light kisses all over youー your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, your hands, and your wrist, as panicked murmurs spill out of him in between kisses. 'you scared the hell out of me. you have no idea, fuck. are you okay? are you really okay? tell me you're okay, y/n.'

"i'm okayー" you barely manage to gasp before he dips his lips into yours, desperate and frantic. tremulous hands find solace in your hips as he holds you, gentle enough not to mar your injuries but snug enough to assure his restless heart that you are safe.

your head feels hazy. your limbs ache and lie motionless, and though your lips could barely move to reciprocate his kisses as much as you wanted to, bakugo didn't stop. you tried to ask him about it the next morning, but of course, he ignored you and walked away.

you don't know when he stopped kissing you that night. all you know is that there was a line that was crossed, and your friendship was never going to be the same again.

bakugo katsuki is going to kiss you again. your heart thrums incessantly. whether it's dread or anticipationー you don't know.

you think about the sensation of his lips that's become so familiar to you that you've learned to crave it. it shouldn't be familiar to you, and you sure as hell shouldn't want it. so you do what you think is necessary.

you kick him in the shin.

"motherfー!" sure enough, he's pissed. "what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"i was going toー"

"no! you're not gonna kiss me again and walk away and pretend it never happened. you're messing with my head, katsuki! it's not funny!"

"wasn't trying to be funny!" he barks back.

"okay, so what exactly are you trying to do? what is this? i meanー" you stammer, struggling to find the words. "katsuki, what are we?"

he sighs and shifts his stance, his discomfort apparent. when the silence lingers on for too long, you speak.

"well, whatever it is that you want from me, we're going to stay friends. nothing more, nothing less. that's it." your breath hitches, and you don't know why you feel like crying as you speak. "... so i don't want your stinky mouth anywhere on me again."

silence weighs heavily between you. sometimes you wish you didn't know him too well, then the hurt he veils in his eyes wouldn't be so plain and vivid to you, and you would have walked away by now without an ounce of remorse.

"i like you, y/n." is all he could say when he finally speaks.

you shake your head. "no, you're just confused."

"i'm not confused. i like you."

"katsuki, you've been bitchless all your life, and i'm just the closest thing to a s/o. maybe go take a walk or something."

"i like you." he persists. "i've liked your stupid ass forー"

"stop saying that. you don't."

"i do, and you like me tooー"

"what?!" you laugh incredulously.

'who does this dumbass think he is?' is he right? surely, he's not. then what are you so afraid of in the first place? why have you been counting down the days until he kisses you again? why do you yearn for his touch as if it's something you own? why do you feel so infuriated and so tormented when he leaves the room after kissing you?

you do what is necessary again.

"you're delusional!" you yell at his face, a childish shrill that's awfully familiar to your childhood best friend.

"jesus christ." he inhales sharply in frustration. "you're a fucking pussy, y/n."

you clench your jaw and match his glare. anger surges in your chest and bleeds into your voice.

"i'm not the one who chickens out after kissing their best friend! you can't even acknowledge the fact that you kissed me because you'reー!"

"do you think i want to chicken out? why do you think i run away after kissing you?! if i stayed and confessed all this shit the first time, you would've refused to hear it like the damn coward you are!" he leans close to you, his voice lowering into a ragged snarl that quickens your pulse. "and you're just proving it right now, y/n. you're always going to shut this down and deny your feelings because you're a fucking pussy. you're terrified of relationships, and it's dumbest shit ever. pathetic, really."

you rear back from his words. if anything, you always thought it was katsuki who was afraid of love. now, you can't help but feel small and vulnerable underneath his searing gaze.

"it's not dumb..." you shuffle uncomfortably. "what, i'm supposed to ruin our friendship for a relationship that we're going to break off anyway?"

"we're not going to break it off."

"how do you know that?"

"because i'll be the best goddamn boyfriend in the world!"

"first of all, gross." you scoff. "second of all, it's never gonna work out! you're going to get sick of me in three days max."

"i've known you since we were brats, and i still want you."

"you literally said no man's sane enough to put up with my obnoxious ass."

he smirks. "i said 'insufferable ass'."

"katsuki!" you fight the urge to strangle him and punch that stupid smile off his face.

"wasn't even serious that time." he grimaces and reluctantly continues. "you know damn well you can pull any guy you want, and he'd be the luckiest bastard on earth."

if it were any other day, you'd grin at him and say 'i told you so,' but your lips remain unmoved, and your eyes stay dim. you're afraid you'll never go back to being the same katsuki and y/n again.

"this is pointless, katsuki. i mean, look! we're already fighting." you grouch and tell yourself you don't want this. "i still don't want us to happen so while this friendship is still salvable, let's agree to stay friends, and whatever sappy shit you feel for meー suck it up."

in one swift motion, he closes the distance between you, his face hovering dangerously over yours.

"suck it up?" he breathes, his face taut in frustration. "restraining myself from you is the hardest shit i've ever had to do. it takes everything in me not to kiss your stupid face!"

he shudders, weakly resting his forehead against yours as if this conversation alone has exhausted him. still, he goes on.

"and everytime i failedー everytime i kissed those lips, it was... a moment of weakness, but that's the fucking problemー you're just..." he buries his face into the crook of your neck, a desperate attempt to escape your wide-eyed gaze. "i'm weak for you, y/n. every second. and it drives me fucking insane that you keep running away from me."

he rises to meet your eyes again. the cadence of his voice changes into something weak and desperate, stripped of all the pride and anger he's ever known.

"i love youー fuck. i love you." he lets the words hang in the air, letting the words hear itself spoken because for once, you're not stopping him. "i love you, so please... let me."

after much thought and another agonizing minute of silence, you lean in to kiss bakugo katsuki.

he kisses back almost instantly and revels in the way you wrap your arms around his neck and bear your weight on him completely. he kisses back ardently, his pent-up desires and years of longing etched in the way he seeks your lips, kiss after kiss after kiss.

when you finally pull away, you're met with a devilish smirk, his begging eyes long gone. you wonder to yourself when you'll see those eyes again.

"took ya long enough." he kisses you again. he raises a brow at the way you're caging him in your arms. "jesus, no one's gonna snatch me from you."

"i'm making sure you don't run away again, dumbass."

"i won't." he says earnestly as he props his forehead against yours. "and you won't either. i'll make sure of that."

you nod your head with a giddy smile as he pecks your lips again.

"so..." you say as you exaggerate a pensive look, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. "we're best friends who occasionally kiss?"

he rolls his eyes. "you're impossible."

"recite that speech again, and i'll consider calling you my boyfriend."

"fuck off!"

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[javierpena-inatacvest]

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officer

Summary: After Javi brings home a pair of handcuffs from work, your plans for the night start to look very different.

Word Count: 7.2K (she got away from me real fast)

Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v (It's implied that Javi got the snip, we're good y'all), oral (f and m receiving), face fucking, sex toys, roleplay (kind of? Javi's got access to handcuffs and you're giving him enough attitude to bring out the brat tamer in him 😵‍💫), rough sex, creampie, edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation, dom!javi (but still the same sweet, soft Javi that we all know and love who loves his wife), a sprinkle of a breeding kink (because it's trademark at this point), heavy on the praise kink, sexting, safe word/consent (hawt), spanking (not that hard), one AFFECTIONATE use of slut!, Javi is our aftercare king (are we surprised? no.) Javi's mouth is so filthy I'm washing my own out with soap, I'm not gonna lie to y'all, this is NASTY and I don't think I've ever put this many warnings for something lmao (also, still fluff and dad!Javi because I say so)

A/N: ....... Soooooooo, yeahhhhhhhh. This is hands down the filthiest thing I've ever written 🤠 Steppin' a little out of my normal comfort zone for this one- idk what's in the water this month, but I think someone may have to come put me out to pasture pretty soon!!!! Checking myself into horny prison with a life sentence!!!!! I hope you guys enjoy, I know it's different than the norm, but lemme know what you think 🥺 Thanks for supporting me through my horny endeavors, ily all!!!

The days of chasing down bad guys and capturing criminals were a thing of the past for Javier Peña- at this point, the closet he'd come to his past life in Columbia in his position at the Laredo Sheriff's Department was using every ounce of patience he had to deal with his knuckle headed co-workers whenever they did something stupid.

While the job title "Border Protections Consultant" provided Javi with a much quieter and calmer life than working as a DEA agent, when his daughters had asked him to come in for Career Day, their classmates were convinced that he might as well have been straight out of "Men in Black."

Unfortunately for the other parents who had decided to show, Javi's appearance had out shadowed any of the other jobs after his daughters classes had learned he worked for the Police Department to help catch "bad guys" (even if the better part of the class had decided to ignore the fact he wasn't the one physically going out to stop them).

After showing off some cool accessories he had brought with him from the department and sharing some watered down, age appropriate stories to make his presentation more interesting, the Peña girls were the talk of the town at Alma Pierce Elementary, riding the high of being dubbed "The Kids With the Coolest Dad" by everyone in their class, especially after he signed them out early with promises of slushies before heading home.

So when Javi and the girls arrived back to the house, it was no shock to you that your daughters were still beaming with excitement about their dad's celebrity appearance.

"Mommy, Mommy!" Lucy, your oldest squealed as she burst through the door, dropping her backpack with a thud to greet you in the kitchen, "Dad had the best job at all of Career Day. All the kids in my class said he was the coolest one."

"Oh was he now?" You smirked, watching as Javi and your other two daughters, Elliot and Harper, trailed behind Lucy, equally beaming with excitement.

"Yeah! That's what all the kids in my class said too!" Elliot exclaimed, plopping herself down next to her sister at one of the barstools at your kitchen island.

"Me too!" Harper added, finding her usual spot next to her sisters.

"Looks like someone's reached celebrity status." You giggled, playfully raising your eyebrows at Javi as he came to greet you, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other dropped his work bag on the countertop, pulling you closer for a kiss.

"What's a celebrity?" Harper asked, staring at her sisters in confusion.

"Someone who's like, really famous." Lucy answered, Elliot nodding adamantly in agreement that her dad was, in fact, their elementary school's newest celebrity.

"So I take it the presentation went well then?" You asked, shrugging at Javi, trying not to blush with pride from his daughter's admiration.

"Guess so." Javi replied, shedding his suit jacket and tossing it next to his bag, loosening his tie and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows before reaching in one of your cabinets to grab a glass of water.

"Dad told our class about how he helps catch bad guys and put them in jail, for like, forever."

"And he told everyone about how a long time ago, before he was old, that he used to go run through the streets and catch people and put them in handcuffs!"

"He even brought in handcuffs for everyone to see!"

The last comment most definitely caught your attention, crossing your arms over your chest and tilting your head at Javi, trying your best to keep from letting a suspicious smirk spread across your face.

"Oh? Daddy brought handcuffs? Daddy doesn't normally use handcuffs at his job. I wish I would have gotten to see them."

While your girls would have never noticed anything unusual about your question, Javi was nearly choking on the sip of water he had just taken, very clearly understanding the implications of what you had just asked, coughing a few times as he tried to compose himself.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" Harper asked, looking at Javi with concern.

"Yeah, I'm- I'm good, baby. Just didn't know Mommy wanted to um- wanted to see my handcuffs so badly." Javi stammered, glancing over at you with a devilish look in his eyes.

"You should show her! They're really cool, Mom!" Lucy proposed, her sisters nodding along in agreement, blissfully unaware of the tension rapidly thickening between you and Javi.

"Um- y-yeah, maybe later, Lu." Javi stuttered, still keeping eye contact with you as he answered his daughter, "Why don't you guys um- why don't you guys go play outside for a little bit."

"Really?! Before homework?!" Elliot squealed in surprise and delight.

"Yeah, go- go play. Mom and I will come get you guys in a few."

Javi could barely finish his sentence before your girls were sprinting to the backyard, leaving you and your husband alone in the kitchen in a silent stare down until the backdoor was shut behind them.

"Man, you must reallllyy wanna show me those handcuffs, Javi." You cooed, tongue darting out of your mouth as you bit down on your lip, getting a kick out of how rattled one little comment had made him.

"You better be careful with that shit, Hermosa." Javi groaned, stepping towards you, hands sliding down your back until they were groping your ass, slowly kneading the soft flesh in his hands.

"Yeah? Or what? You gonna use them on me?" You mewled, whispering in Javi's ear, the hot breath of your words making him audibly moan, taking a deep inhale and exhale to try and keep from busting right then and there.

"Jesus fucking christ- If you're gonna keep teasing me like this, then maybe I fucking should." Javi sighed, pulling you closer to feel the bulge hardening in his slacks, pressed against your thigh.

"Is that a threat, or a promise, Officer?"

At this point, you knew you were playing dirty, but you couldn't help hit, sultry smile spread across your lips at the way Javi's jaw had gone slack, practically hitting the floor in horny disbelief that your night was about to take such drastic turn.

"Depends, has sido una chica mala (have you been a bad girl)?" Javi hummed, voice rumbling deep in his chest as his grip around you tightened, eyes growing dark with lust, watching you play innocent, batting your lashes up at him.

"Para ti? Si. (For you? Yes.)"

Letting out a low, quite laugh, Javi shook his head before reaching one of his hands up, wrapping his fingers around your jaw and top half of your neck, forcing your gaze up at him and his smug snarl.

"Then it's a promise." He paused, the two of you staring at each other with a silent thrill of excitement pulsing through your veins. "Go pack the girl's bags, I'm dropping them off at my Dad's."

"Javi, are you sure? It's a Friday night, we can't just drop them at your dad's like this last minute. What if he-"

"Talked to him earlier this week. I know he's not busy. Even if he was, he'd drop whatever it was to have a sleepover with the girls. Like I really need to twist his arm to watch them."

"Okay, well what are we gonna tell him when he asks why we're dropping them off unplanned?" You retorted, knowing Javi wasn't wrong, but feeling bad for springing your girls unsuspectingly onto your father-in-law.

"That it's an emergency." Javi shrugged, his mouth working faster than his brain to find an answer to your question.

"Being horny isn't an emergency, Jav." You sighed, rolling your eyes at your husband.

"I'll figure something out. And if you keep talking like that to me, it most definitely is an emergency." Javi smirked, gaze of his reassuring, sweet brown eyes winning you over with ease.

"Okay. Go call your dad, I'll get the girls ready." You grinned, anticipation bursting at your seams as Javi raced to the back door, throwing it open to yell out to your daughters.

"Pollitas (little chickens)! Come inside, we're going to Abuelo's!"

The two of you were convinced you'd never worked faster to get your daughters out the door, frantically throwing together their sleepover bags with their help before Javi was nearly tossing them into his truck, the girls none the wiser and happy as could be to have a surprise sleepover with Chucho.

"Thanks again for watchin' em, Pops. We'll come pick them up in the morning." Javi nodded, giving his dad a quick hug after dropping off Lucy, Elliot and Harper, who had blessed him with a short and sweet goodbye as they rushed off to the barn to go feed the horses, leaving Javi to part ways with his dad.

"Of course, hijo. You know I love having mis nietas (my granddaughters) here, even when it's a surprise. I must have missed it on the phone, but what was so urgent? Not that I'm complaining." Chucho asked, resting his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans, patiently waiting for his son's response.

"It um- something uh- something came up, and I-" Javi stammered, face turning bright red as his eyes darted towards the ground, trying to come up with some sort of bold faced lie off the top of his head before his dad cut him off.

"I thought I done getting grandkids?" Chucho smirked, relishing in Javi's uncomfortability, having a sneaking suspicion exactly why his son had made such a quick and urgent request.

"Jesus, Dad..." Javi sighed, burying his face in his hands to try and hide his embarrassment, not confirming or denying his father's acquisitions.

"Makes me happy to know you two are still very much in love." Chucho chuckled, patting his son on the back.

"Okay, I'm gonna go now," Javi huffed, scrunching his face in shame, giving his dad one more awkward hug before trotting back to his truck, "Thanks, Pops."

"Don't mention it, Javier. Take your time tomorrow. Tell your wonderful wife I say hello and that I hope the two of you have a fun night toget-"

"Jesus Christ... Bye, dad." Javi groaned, climbing into the driver's seat of his truck, slamming the door behind him as Chucho disappeared into the house, giddily laughing to himself.

Meanwhile, while Javi was busy dropping off the girls (insisting that you didn't come, because he'd have zero self control if you did), you had decided to go digging through the back of your underwear drawer, looking to find something to surprise Javi with when he returned home.

You pulled out a few choices, tossing them onto your bed to browse through before finding a black, lacy set you had almost forgotten about- the delicate, barely there, see through lace of the bra paired with the equally as skimpy thong seeming like an ideal option for the night ahead of you.

If you weren't already thrumming with enough anticipation as you changed into your new attire, your phone lit up on your nightstand, buzzing as Javi's name popped up on the screen.

Javi: Leaving Pops. Be back in 20.

You stared up at the clock, quietly calculating Javi's arrival time before you were interrupted by another vibration.

Javi: Wait on the bed for me. Don't touch yourself until I'm back.

You could almost hear Javi's voice, commanding you with just enough sternness, but not enough to stop you from pushing the limits just a little.

Grabbing your phone, you opened up your camera, dropping to your knees in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, seductively posing to tease just enough of your surprise to get Javi home to you in 12 minutes instead of 20.

You: Yeah? And what if I do? 😉

You smirked as you sent your text and picture, giggling to yourself at Javi's near immediate response.

Javi: Fuck me. You're so fucking sexy.

Javi: Your pussy's all mine tonight. Be a good girl and do what you're told. Bad girls get punished.

You: Maybe I wanna be punished 😏

Javi: Careful what you wish for baby. See u soon.

You could already feel your stomach swelling with arousal, your text messages alone beginning to soak a damp patch into the lace of your thong, making the fabric clinging around your swollen and puffy pussy, leaving you with a throbbing ache between your legs.

You wandered over to your nightstand, searching around the back, just like you had done with your dresser, looking through the few toys kept there. It had been a while since any of them had made an appearance in your bedroom, not because you or Javi were opposed to it, but because with how religiously Javi wanted to be the one who made you feel good, it wasn't often they were going to use unless you were uncontrollably horny and Javi wasn't home.

And even though at this point he'd be home in 15 minutes, right now, you found yourself in both of those categories, the added layer of seeing if he'd make good on his threat only turning you on more.

With the way your clit was throbbing and cunt clenching around nothing, you opted for your rabbit vibrator, climbing into bed with the toy as you settled yourself into the pillows, lying on your back and spreading your legs to try and ease the ache between them.

You ran the head of the toy over the soaked fabric of your panties a few times before pulling the damp lace to the side, shuttering as it brushed against your clit. With how wet you were from want, you easily slid the tip of the toy into your entrance, sinking it deeper into your pussy until the smaller end was hitting against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You whimpered at the sensation- still feeling no where near as good as what Javi would, but finally easing the fluttering of your pussy and throbbing of your clit was enough to give you temporary relief for now.

You thanked whatever lucky stars were out there in the universe that your vibrator had battery power left, clicking it on to feel the low hum shoot through your lower half, making you squirm against the sheets.

You lazily dragged the vibrator in and out of your heat, just enough to prod against your g-spot without leaving your clit untouched, imagining Javi's length thrusting in and out of you while the worn pads of his fingers circled your throbbing nub, whispering filthy, sweet nothings into your ear as he fucked you.

"That's it, pretty girl. Make yourself feel good. So fucking wet, making such a mess for me."

You threw your head back on the pillow, clamping your eyes shut as you let the scene continue you to play out in your head, turning up the intensity of your vibrator as you rocked it faster and deeper into your cunt.

"You're taking it so well, baby. My good girl. There you go. Pretty little pussy wants to cum so bad, huh? Greedy thing couldn't wait for me to take care of her like I asked?"

You were so caught up in your own pleasure that you could have sworn you'd heard Javi speaking to you. Too lost in your imagination, you didn't stop, feeling your orgasm beginning to creep through your body. So lost, that you didn't hear the heavy footsteps padding their way to the edge of the bed or broad body looming over you.

"Just couldn't wait until I got back, huh?"

Your eyes shot open, the all too familiar low and sultry laugh much too real for you to have imagined, looking up to see Javi standing over you, hands on his hips as he watched you fuck yourself on your vibrator.

"Javi! J-jesus, baby. You scared the shit outta me." You huffed, trying to catch your breath as you scrambled to turn off your vibrator, whining at the loss as you pulled the soaking toy out of you, sitting up straighter on the bed.

"Wouldn't have scared the shit out of you if you did what you were told." Javi tutted, smirking to himself, "You gonna be a good girl and do what you're told, or am I gonna have to teach my pretty little wife a lesson about following directions?"

Before you could say anything, Javi was grabbing you by the hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed so your legs dangled off the mattress, letting him lean in to give you a desperate kiss, tongues and teeth clashing in a messy fight. With his hands frantically roaming your body, tracing over your lacy silhouette, he pulled away from your kiss just enough to let the words of his whisper dance against your skin.

"Donut. If it's too much. Repeat it back to me."

"Donut." You moaned, nodding your head in agreement at your safe word.

"You promise you'll tell me if it's too much? I don't wanna hurt you, amor." Javi asked, the familiar sweet and sensitive concern of your husband unveiling itself through your facade, puppy eyes locking with yours for confirmation.

"I promise. Damelo, Papi. (Give it to me, Daddy). "

As soon as your eyes locked in harmony, giving Javi your promise, the once sweet and innocent gaze had now turned to something much darker, the brown of his pupils pooling with lust, reaching behind you to grab the vibrator laying on the comforter, still covered in your slick.

Dropping to his knees, Javi parted your thighs, settling himself between them to admire the wet, puffy mess you had already made by yourself, running his fingers over the lacy fabric that had been barely covering it up, tugging it tight like a rubber band before letting it slap against your pussy, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you.

"She's crying for me, isn't she, baby? Poor thing. Trying to fuck yourself on this, wishing it was my cock, weren't you?" Javi scolded mockingly, turning on the vibrator and running it through your folds, teasing you everywhere but where you wanted to be touched.

"Y-yes. Wanna cum all around your cock, Javi." You moaned, face scrunching as he slid the toy up and down your weeping slit.

"But bad girls don't always get what they want, do they? Sometimes," He paused, slipping the toy into your hole until the longer curve was flushed to your g-spot and the shorter to your clit, "sometimes, they have to beg for what they want. You gonna be a good girl and do what I say?"

"Make me."

The words rolled off your tongue with a bratty confidence, a challenge you knew damn well he'd accept. Javi turned on the vibrator, cranking it up to it's highest setting, tongue running over his teeth as he watched your body jolt, grabbing fist fulls of your bedsheets to brace yourself.

"Oh fuck-" You muttered, swallowing hard, trying to suppress the shock of pleasure that had ignited in you as the vibrator thrummed at full force, Javi pushing it right up against the soft spongy spot inside he knew drove you wild, making sure the other part of the toy stayed nestled between your folds.

Javi could see your pussy beginning to flutter, clenching tighter around the toy as arousal began to seep out of your hole, pressing the vibrator deeper into you, only egging your impending orgasm on further.

"I know you wanna cum, baby. Ask nicely before I make you beg for it." Javi groaned, the hand not holding the vibrator now digging into your hip, holding you in place.

"N-no." You stammered, confidence wavering as you felt the tingle at the base of your spine start to spread rapidly through your body. Gripping tighter onto the tangled sheets, you felt your legs begin to tremble, cunt clamping down around the toy, about to cross the finish line until-

"Fuck! Nononono, Javi- fuck!" You cried out, whimpering as Javi yanked the vibrator from your cunt, leaving you empty and aching, the near high of your almost orgasm quickly dissipating.

"What's it gonna be, Hermosa? You gonna be good for me now?" Javi mewled, snarky smile spread between his lips watching your chest heave with heavy breaths after leaving you on the brink of collapse.

"Fuck- No. Make me, Javi." You huffed back, trying to keep cocky as if you weren't seconds away from crumbling under his touch.

Javi's response was nothing but a low laugh to himself, turning the vibrator back on high and stuffing it into your hole, fucking you with it more intensely than before. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, jaw going slack as the feeling of the fullness and buzzing consumed you, putting you back on edge of where you just were moments ago.

The only thought you could process was how close you were cumming, cunt throbbing and pulsing around your vibrator, body trembling with need as the coil in your stomach was about to snap.

"J-Javi, Javi, I-" You stammered, trying to string together a coherent sentence.

"What, baby? You gonna cum?" Javi asked, taunting you with his tone.

You tried your best to nod your head, nearly there, thinking that Javi would give in, only to let out another wanton cry as he pulled out the vibrator again, even more desperate and empty than before.

"Fuckfuckfuck! No, fuck! Javi, no-" You sobbed, white knuckling your sheets, bucking your hips into nothing, "Javi, let me cum. I wanna- fuck- I wanna cum!"

"Brats don't get to cum, cariño." Javi tutted, tossing the vibrator to the edge of the bed, caging your body under his, teeth nipping across your skin, hands cupping your lace covered breasts, fingers slipping under the fabric to tweak your pebbled nipples while his mouth met yours. "You want it? You get on your knees and beg for it like a good girl."

"And what if I don't? What if I don't wanna listen, Agent Peña?" You retorted, staring up at him with a devilish grin, trying to egg him on enough to reach for the handcuffs he had dangling out of the back of his pants pocket.

Reaching down to snake your hand between your bodies to try and rub your clit, you were stopped in your tracks, Javi wrapping is hand firmly around your wrist, grabbing it, and your other free arm to pin both your wrists to the bed above your head in his grasp.

He paused for a moment, looking down at you for a silent confirmation that you were comfortable with what was about to happen next, both of your heart beats pounding in your ears as you gave him a subtle, but adamant nod, biting down on your bottom lip with a sultry grin.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Fuck me-" He murmured to himself, trying to keep from laughing under his breath from pure exhilarated elation, breaking his stern facade. After a brief moment of self-composure, Javi was digging in the back pocket of his slacks, pulling out the shiny, silver pair of handcuffs that had gotten you in this position in the first place. "Either you listen, or I make you fucking listen, Hermosa."

"I'm sorry, Officer, I never have been a good listener." You cooed, batting your lashes and pouting at him with the big doe eyes and plush bottom lip, watching something animalistic begin to consume him.

In a sudden and frantic dance of limbs, Javi was clipping his handcuffs around your wrists, leaving enough room to wiggle them without pain in the confines of the cool metal, but with nowhere near enough room you were breaking free from them without his help. Bringing your now locked arms from above your head to in front of your chest, Javi was manhandling you off the edge of the bed to the ground, settling you to your knees in front of him.

A feverish thrill ran through you as you watched Javi undo his belt, metal buckle clanging as he shoved his pants and boxers down his hips, his painfully hard cock springing free, slapping against his stomach and leaving a trail of precum on the bottom of his shirt.

Your mouth watered as you watched his length bob in front of you, wishing your hands were free to wrap your fingers around his base, stroking him while you lubed him up with your spit and his precum before taking him into your mouth. Instead, it was Javi running his hand along his shaft, the other reaching down to thumb at your bottom lip, coaxing your jaw to go slack for him.

"Open." He commanded, tapping the tip of his cock against your tongue as you stuck it out, the warm and salty dribble of his precum leaking into your mouth.

Javi gleamed watching as your thighs clenched together beneath you, wiggling to try and give yourself any kind of friction as your slick coated the inside of your legs. He ran his hand across your cheek, cradling the back of your head as he ran his fingers through your messy hair, grabbing a fist full near the base of your neck to yank your gaze up at him.

"Could have cum by now if weren't gonna be sucha brat, baby girl. I know you want me to fuck you so bad. You wish that I was stuffed so fucking deep inside you, huh? But you're so fucking greedy for my cock, you'll take it wherever I give it to you, won't you?" Javi huffed, nostrils flaring as you nodded your head, his tip still resting on your tongue before your lips wrapped around the head of his shaft, taking him into your mouth as your tongue ran along the length of the thick vein pulsing in his cock.

With a subtle shift of his hips, Javi was thrusting himself deeper inside your throat, making you hollow your cheeks and breath through your nose, the curls at his base filling your nostrils with his sweet and musky scent.

“So greedy, you'll let me fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, won't you?” His voice rasped, hitching in the back of his throat watching you fill with his length, "You're gonna be a good girl and let me stuff your throat so full of my cock that it'll fuck that bratty mouth right out of you, won't it, hermosa?"

His other hand met his first, cupping the back of your head while he fucked into you, hitting the back of your throat as tears welled in your eyes and drool pooled from your lips as his cock consumed your mouth. You nodded your head, looking up at him with teeth gritted and eyes darkened, his grunts and moans becoming louder with each push and pull, so demanding yet desperate at the same time.

"And after I fuck your mouth, I'm gonna fuck the brat out of you with my tongue," he paused, drawing back to slam his dick to the back of your throat, "I'm gonna fuck you with my cock," He paused again, repeating the motion, wetness dripping down your eyes and mouth from your tears and saliva, "I'm gonna fuck you 'till you're begging me to stop, because who does this pussy belong to, baby?"

Jerking back his hips, he freed his cock from your mouth, leaving you coughing as you tried to clear your throat, completed wrecked in the best way, the thick and musky tang of him still lingering on your tongue.

"It's yours, Javi. My pussy is yours, baby." You whimpered, your mask of cocky confidence now fading to reveal rampant your need and want, your pussy too painfully aching to hide it any longer.

Javi grunted, lifting you off the ground to guide you to your bed, letting your back bounce against the mattress as Javi once again settled between your thighs, slinging your legs over his broad shoulders.

You looked down to see his eyes widen as he admired the absolute wreck that had pooled between your legs, slick smearing your cunt and the inside of your thighs, pussy so swollen and shiny that you were convinced you had never been this worked up in your life without any sort of relief.

"Say it again, baby. Whose pussy is this?" Javi mewled, licking a long, flat stroke across your cunt.

"Y-yours, Javi." You moaned, bucking your hips into Javi's face, desperate for more.

"Louder, cariño. Let me hear who this pussy belongs to." The movement of his tongue repeated, this time added a few more broad strips, draping his hand across your stomach to hold you in place.

"Y-you! Oh fuck- It belongs to you, Javi! " You cried out, writhing under his touch, egging on the primal and possessive part of his brain.

"Do think you finally deserve to cum, hermosa? Poor pussy made such a fucking mess, I can feel her throbbing for me, baby." Javi taunted mockingly between licks of your cunt. "Beg for it, Osita. Beg for it like the filthy girl I know you are only for me."

There was no use in fighting it anymore, every shred of fight you had left in you had disappeared, leaving you a sobbing, whimpering mess, so dire to cum, you would have cried and plead for hours on end if that's what it would have taken for you to finally get what you wanted.

"P-please, Javi, please. Please, baby, I'll be good. Fuck- please make cum. Pleasepleasepleaseplease- Fuck!"

Your sobs were cut off as Javi dove between your legs, the slow and monotonous licks of your pussy now turning into him devouring you, sloppily eating you out like it was his last meal on earth, and he wasn't leaving a fucking crumb behind.

The way his mouth sucked and lapped at your clit had the coil in your spine that had been tightening over and over again for what felt like hours now reaching a near breaking point. Your wrists were straining against the handcuffs still clasped below your hands, writhing and thrashing under Javi's touch, wishing that you had something to grab onto to ground yourself.

"Fuck, Javi, Fuck- don't stop baby, please- ohmygod- I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-ahhhhhh!"

Your pent up orgasm crashed through you like a tsunami, every inch of your body radiating with such intense pleasure that you could feel your legs shaking around Javi's head, sobbing out with relief while you gushed arousal into his mouth, going limp with ecstasy.

But to your surprise, the sensation between your legs continued, Javi still relentlessly drinking you up, his pace unfaltering as he worked you through your high, clearly determined to make you cum again.

Latching his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves, Javi sucked at your clit with a feverish intensity, fingertips gripping into your hips to keep you in place and hold you against the bed, keeping you right where he wanted you until he had you crumbling under his touch.

It wasn't long before the tingle at the base of your spine was building rapidly again, your pussy fluttering and throbbing, so sensitive from how long you had waited for release of your last orgasm that you could feel your second building just as fast as your first.

"I'm gonna- fuck- Javi, I'm gonna cum again, oh my- fuck- fuckfuckfuck!" You sobbed, limbs feeling like Jello as your next high hit you, eyes rolling to the back of your head, cumming so hard you were convinced you were seeing stars.

With your eyes scrunched shut, you hadn't seen Javi pulling away, shedding his shirt before grabbing your hips to flip you over, maneuvering you so your locked arms were outstretched in front of you and your chest pressed to the mattress, the firm grip returning to your hips to raise your ass in the air, wet and puffy pussy on display for him as he hovered at the edge of the bed behind you.

"Pussy's so fucking sweet, hermosa." Javi hummed, swiping two fingers through your folds and collecting your slick from your still trembling cunt, caging his body over yours as his other hand wrapped around your neck and jaw, pulling you up to flush your back against his chest, tacky with his sweat.

"Taste." He ordered, bringing the two shiny fingers to your lips, dipping them into your mouth while your tongue swirled around, tangy and sticky arousal filling your senses. "Think she's ready for me, baby? Or should I fuck you with my fingers until you're begging for my cock?"

"N-no, I want it, p-please, wanna cum around your cock so bad. Wanna feel you Javi, please." You whimpered, swallowing hard with Javi's palm still gently splayed around your throat.

"Okay," Javi paused, reaching down to grab the base of his shaft, coating his length with your arousal as he ran it up and down your slit until the blunt head of his tip was notching into your entrance, "but this greedy little cunt is gonna take everything I have to give her, understand?"

"Mhmmhmmm-" You nodded against his skin, whining as he sunk the rest of his length inside you, the sweet sting of his stretch setting you ablaze.

"Fuckkkk-" Javi muttered under his breath, pressing his body weight into you to force your chest back down to he bed and ass back up, running his hands over it, massaging the plump flesh before bringing a flat hand down to it, smacking it just hard enough to make you whimper.

"Dirty fucking girl. You loved getting fucked like this, don't you? Getting fucked like the pretty little slut you are just for me." Javi huffed through gritted teeth, giving your ass another smack as he dragged his cock out of your cunt before ramming it back into you.

"Mhmmmmmmhhhh- fuck- Just for- oh fuck- just for you, Javi."

He began to set a punishing pace, pounding into your g-spot, making sure that every thrust was flushed with your ass so that you took every inch of him inside you, practically punching the air out of your lungs with every stroke.

Javi felt so full inside of you, stretching you out in a way that was all consuming, the position he had you in opening you up to take as much as he could give. Your fingers tugged at the sheets, handcuffs rubbing against your wrists as you tried to brace yourself, so worked up and overwhelmed that you were nearly drooling onto the bed.

The noises coating the walls of your bedroom were unspeakably lewd- the wet squelching of your pussy, Javi's balls slapping against your ass, the wanton moans and grunts with every push and pull making your room sound borderline pornographic.

You could feel your cunt beginning to clench again, fluttering around Javi's cock as he rammed into you, your legs beginning to tremble as you could sense your third orgasm creeping through your body. With how sensitive you were, you knew the wiry hairs around the base of Javi's shaft rubbing your clit would be enough to push you over the edge again, wishing you could reach back to grab Javi's hip, digging your fingertips into his tanned and sweat-ridden skin while you came.

"Javiiiiiiii- Fuck, fuck, fuck- I'm so c-close- Don't stop, don't stop, don't, Fuck!"

With each orgasm that crashed through you, your body became more and more loose, feeling like you were melting and floating all at once, all consumed by your dizzying high while Javi's pace remained steady, fucking you through collapse.

"That's my girl. Cum all over me. Let me feel you, baby." Javi smirked, giving your ass another smack as you cried out his name, too wrecked to let any other words form in your brain besides his.

Still staying stuffed inside you, Javi was scooping his arms around your front, one splayed across your middle to keep you upright as your sat back on your knees, the other back around your neck and jaw, tilting your head to lean back on his shoulder while he sucked at your pulse point.

You were all but sobbing at this point, pathetic whimpers and moans rumbling from your chest with each deep thrust of Javi's cock only intensifying as his fingers reached down to circle your clit, so sensitive that just the presence of his hand pressing around your nerve bundle had you crying out for him.

Your face was flushed with heat, sweat beading down your temples with the warmth of Javi's chest pressed against your back, feeling your heartbeat pound so loud you could feel it in your ears.

"It's too much- fuckfuckfuck- it's too much, Javi." You whined, the pitch of your voice registering higher and higher with each word that came spilling from your mouth, starting to squirm in his grasp. Your movement only made him tighten his grip, forearm pressing into your stomach and fingers locking around your jaw as he whispered in your ear.

"Nuh uh. This is what you wanted, remember, baby?" Javi tutted, somehow feeling like he was fucking into you even deeper than before, "You're gonna take what I give you. You're gonna cum for me one more time. Cum for me one more time and then I'm gonna fill you so fucking full of me that I'm gonna leak out of you for days and make sure you remember exactly who this pussy belongs to."

The pads of his fingers pressed more firmly into your clit as they circled faster and faster, each snap of his hips crashing into your g-spot, the volume of your cries growing so loud, you had never been more thankful you didn't have any neighbors close by you were worried about hearing you.

"You're taking me so well, baby. C'mon, just one more, Hermosa. Be a good girl and give me one more. I know you can take it. Take it, take it, take it-" He groaned, chanting with each thrust with a low rumble in his throat, bearing his gritted teeth and flared nostrils as he fucked into you, knowing with the way your pussy was gripping him like a vice, you didn't need much more to get where he wanted you to go.

"Javi, Javi, Javi, Javijavijavijaviiiiii-ahhhhhh! Fuck!"

You were convinced that if Javi hadn't been holding you down, you would have floated away, cumming so hard that your vision went white, everything around you feeling like it was moving in slow motion as pleasure swept through every inch of your body, slumping into Javi, now finally chasing his own high.

"Did so good for me, baby. So fucking good." Javi praised, voice sweetening softly as he held you pressed to his chest, kissing and nipping at the damp skin on your shoulder. "Gonna fuck you so full of my cum. Bet you wish I could still knock you up, huh? Let everyone know who you belong to. Let them know that this perfect little pussy is all mine. I'm- oh fuck- I'm so fucking close. Feels so fucking good. Mierda- I love you so muc-ahhhhhhh-"

Javi's incoherent babbles were cut off by a final stutter of his hips, balls drawing up into his stomach as he spilled deep inside of you, warm ropes of his cum painting your velvety walls.

Still keeping himself stuffed inside you, you could feel the mix of your spend seeping out your spent hole and down your thighs, the dripping only exacerbated by the heavy heaving and panting of both of your chests, rising and falling in sync, so blissfully fucked out from your highs.

After a few seconds, Javi came to, pulling out of you with a hiss, reaching over the side of the bed to shuffle through his pants pockets, digging up the keys to the handcuffs and unlocking your wrists, gently kissing them where the metal had left red marks on your skin.

"Lay down, baby girl, lemme take care of you, okay?" Javi cooed, the flip of his demeanor instantly switching back to tender and soft, pressing a kiss into your messy hair as he shuffled to your ensuite, coming back with a warm washcloth to gently wipe up the mess between your legs.

"You've taken care of me plenty, Javier Peña. I don't think I'm gonna be able to walk for the next week." You giggled softy, still giving your heart rate a chance to come down to normal.

Javi tossed the washcloth into the hamper next to your bed, crawling next to you and pulling you close to lay your head on his chest, tracing dainty circles with his thumb across your skin. "Are you okay? It wasn't too much? Sorry if I got carried away or-"

"Javi! Baby, why are you apologizing?" You asked, looking up at Javi as you felt his shoulders shrug beneath you.

"I just- I don't ever wanna hurt you, Hermosa.

"If you're trying to get me to stroke your ego and tell you that you have a huge dick, then yes, you do." You teased, the two of you softly snorting while Javi rolled his eyes at you.

"Shut up, you know what I mean." Javi huffed, giving you a playful nudge.

"You take such good care of me, Jav. I know you would never mean to hurt me. Besides, I asked and you delivered. This was hot as fuck. This honestly may be a top 5 of all time." You smirked, nudging him right back.

"Yeah? God, you're so fucking sexy. We still got it after all these years, huh?" Javi smiled, pulling you closer to his chest, tickling you with kisses across your face.

"Yeah we do. Although maybe next time we get some more comfortable handcuffs. Those things do not feel good."

"Honey, they're meant to be used on actual criminals breaking the law. They're not supposed to be comfortable." Javi teased, laughing at your suggestion.

The two of you lay in silence for a moment, a peaceful and content quiet washing over you, basking in the warmth each other's bodies tangled together in a mess between your sheets.

"Do you ever miss it?"

"Miss what, Osita?"

"I don't know- having a more exciting job, getting to handcuff actual criminals, not just your wife. I just- I know that you always say how different and boring your job is now, and if you ever wanted to go back to doing something like what you used to then-" Before you could finish your thought, Javi was cutting you off with a passionate kiss, gently cradling your cheek in his palm, looking at you with those sweet brown eyes you loved so much.

"I don't ever miss it. My boring office job gave me a life where I have the most beautiful, amazing wife and daughters. There's nothing in the world that would ever make me even have a chance of giving that up. Besides..." Javi paused, sneaky smirk spread across his face.

"Besides what, Jav?"

"Using the handcuffs on you is way more fun."

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