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Good Girl (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Good Girl Rating: Explicit Length: 6900 Warnings: Smut (Fingering in public, mild stocking fetish, praise kink, dirty talk, spanking, cock warming, teasing, female orgasm denial, brief female receiving oral sex, and unprotected vaginal sex, lbr they have a kink for each other) Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. And release order here. Set early February 1998. If you wanna see what my headcanon is for what Annie/Reader has on check out this link. Summary: Reader and Javier have a spicey night out.

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Javier knocked at the partially shut bedroom door, “Am I allowed in yet?” He questioned, the door creaking open a little.

“I’m dressed.” You answered, raking your fingers through your hair to fluff it as you stared at your reflection in the full length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door.

You rarely had a reason to dress up anymore. After Sofía was born you’d been thrown back into full-on “mom mode” and then with work — there just wasn’t any time anymore.

This dress had been one of your options for the Christmas photos, but it had ultimately been too short to sit on the floor with children. It was a dark burgundy satin with a raised velvet flower pattern all over it. It came to an inch or three above your knees — leaving a considerable amount of your legs showing.

It wasn’t cold in Florida in February, but you still didn’t want that much bare leg showing… which was a perfect excuse to wear a pair of thigh-high black stockings.

“You like?” You questioned as you turned around to face him, holding your arms out as you showed yourself off to him.

“Baby, you looking like that makes me not even want to leave the house.” His eyes swept over you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “Those stockings…”

“I thought you’d like them.” You said as you brushed past him closely, moving to sit on the bed to put your shoes on. “I think you’ll like everything I have on.”

Javier swallowed thickly as he watched you sit down, your dress riding up high enough to show that the stockings weren’t being held up by garters.

“Or what I don’t have on.” You added as you looked up at him from beneath your eyelashes. You smoothed your hands over your dress after you finished putting your shoes on, “Ready?”

His chest rose and fell as he tried to regain his composure. You knew exactly where his mind had gone — mostly given away by the way he subtly adjusted himself in his slacks under the guise of straightening his suit jacket.

“Yeah. Cab should be here in a few.”

“Good.” You smiled, putting a little sway in your stride as you moved towards him, stopping in front of him. “I’m looking forward to trying something new.” You said casually as you straightened the collar of his shirt. “Food, that is.”

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he stared at you. “I like this.” He said lowly, toying with the charm that hung from the center of the black velvet choker around your throat.

“Yeah?” You ran your hands over his shoulders. “It came with the teddy.”

“Baby.” Javier said lowly as he took a step backwards and let his eyes wander over you. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“No dying.” You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, before taking his hand into yours. “I have plans.”

“You gonna share?” He questioned, leaning in to steal another kiss.

You ran your tongue over the edges of your teeth as you met his gaze. “I think you know.” You ran your hand from his chest, down to cup him through his trousers briefly, before you pulled away from him entirely.

A quiet rose from the back of Javier’s throat, “Maybe we should just stay home.”

You turned back to grin at him, just as a car honked outside of the house, “The cab is here.” You grabbed your purse off the dresser, before ducking out of the bedroom.

Javier followed close behind, making sure the front door was locked before he joined you inside the cab.

“Washington Avenue.” You told the driver.

You could feel Javier’s eyes on you — your faces illuminated by the headlights of a passing car. “Yes?” You said softly, turning to face him. Even in the darkness, you could feel the heat of his gaze.

“Shh.” Javier urged as he shifted closer to you, his hand resting on the top of your leg, fingertips playing with the soft lace at the top of your stockings.

Your breath wavered as you exhaled, your eyes darting between Javier and the driver. “Are you looking forward to dinner?” You asked him innocently as you let your legs shift apart wider.

“I’m looking forward to dessert.” Javier answered, his voice steady and calm.

“I’ve heard they have—“ You bit down on your bottom lip as he trailed his fingers higher and discovered for himself what you weren’t wearing. “A nice selection.”

Javier dipped his fingers between your folds, smirking as he found you already slick for him. “I wonder if they’ll have that wine you love.”

Your hips canted forward towards his touch. “Maybe.”

“It’s dessert wine you like, isn’t it?”

You swallowed thickly as he circled your clit with a teasing touch. It wasn’t meant to relieve your desire, it was meant to drive you crazy. Clearly. “Greek.” You answered, curling your fingers around his wrist. “You should try it.”

“I don’t know if that’s what I want right now.” Javier said pointedly, shaking loose of your grasp and pulling his hand away. He brought his fingers to his lips, making a show of the way he sucked them clean.

Fuck.

You pressed your thighs together, “What are you in the mood for tonight, Javi?”

The headlights from another passing car illuminated Javier’s face as he smirked at you, “Something sweeter than wine.” He drawled out as his hand lazily trailed over your stocking clad leg again. His fingers moved higher until they met bare skin, stopping short of where you really wanted them.

You leaned towards him, brushing your lips over his. “We don’t get many nights out alone. I think we’re both allowed to indulge tonight.” You curled your fingers around his arm, guiding his hand higher beneath the hem of your dress.

Javier kissed you gently, his tongue darting out over your bottom lip as his fingers moved to the junction of your thighs. His touch was featherlight at first as he delicately teased your sensitive folds. It wasn’t enough to give you any relief, but it made heat blossom low in your belly.

“Javi.” You whispered as you pulled back from the kiss, letting your nose brush against his as you drew in a shaky breath.

“I think we’re almost to the restaurant, baby.” Javier informed you with an even tone as he circled his thumb over your clit. Your fingers gripped tightly at the sleeve of his suit jacket, tight enough that the buttons along his wrist were going to leave marks on your palm.

Javier dragged two fingers between your folds, gathering up your arousal with a come hither gesture, before he sank those same two fingers into you. Your eyes widened and it took every ounce of self restraint you possessed to keep from making a sound in response to him.

“Perhaps I will try that wine tonight,” He remarked, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you. It was obscene how good it felt. How the threat of being caught only seemed to heighten the pleasure you got from his touch. It was so risky and yet… from the start of this relationship, you’d both been willing to take the risk.

You titled your head once more, unable to resist the urge to kiss him. Maybe you should’ve taken him up on the suggestion to stay at home instead of going out. But if you had — would you be about to come in the back of a cab? No.

The driver knocked on the glass, before sliding it open, “Le Mystere?” He questioned as he turned the corner onto Washington Avenue.

Shit.

You reluctantly pulled back from the kiss, turning to face straight ahead then. “Yes. Thank you.”

Javier pulled his hand out from between your thighs, leaving you right on the cusp of an orgasm. He leaned towards you and pressed a kiss to your temple, before whispering close to your ear, “Sorry, baby.”

You shook your head, turning to face him. “There’s always later.” You murmured, brushing your fingers over his cheek as the driver pulled the car up in front of the restaurant.

Javier shifted forward, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket to pay the driver. “I’ve got you, baby.” He told you as he climbed out of the car first, walking around to open the door for you. He held his hand out for you, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“You really should try the Greek wine.” You told him with a grin as you walked alongside him into the restaurant.

“Maybe I will.” Javier said with a crooked sort of grin, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. “How are you feeling?”

A short laugh escaped you as you shook your head. “I was close.”

“Guess we both get to suffer.” He said pointedly.

You rolled your eyes. “Tit-for-tat, hmm?”

“Welcome to Le Mystere. Do you have a reservation?” The hostess questioned as you approached.

“Peña.” Javier answered, giving your hand three little squeezes.

“Right this way Mr. and Mrs. Peña.” The hostess offered, gesturing for the pair of you to follow her back to your table. The restaurant had spared no expense in creating a truly Mediterranean experience. The plastered walls and arches were cast in hues of vibrant blues and warm terra cotta. There were ornate mosaic murals set into the plaster.

The hostesspassed the menus to you, “Your waitress will be with you soon. Would you like to start with warm bread and hummus?”

“Of course.” You said with a smile, glancing down at the menu. “Thank you.”

The hostess excused herself, leaving you and Javier to figure out what you wanted to eat. But food really wasn’t on your mind. You looked across the table at him, chewing on your bottom lip. “This place is really nice.”

He looked over the top of his menu at you, “It is isn’t it?”

You nodded slowly, “If that cab ride had just been a minute longer…”

Javier smirked, “Still thinking about that?”

“How can I not?” You shot back, rubbing your thumb over your bottom lip. You were fairly certain you’d chewed your lipstick off in the process. “After the waitress takes our orders, I’m going to freshen up.”

His brows shot upwards and he leaned forward, elbows resting against the table. “If I have to suffer, baby… do you.”

“I need to fix my lipstick.” You told him earnestly, though the corners of your lips quirked upwards with a grin.

Javier gave a short shake of his head, his gaze turning back to the menu, “Is it the Kourtaki wine you like?”

You sighed heavily, toying with the charm at the hollow of your throat. “Starting to think you might’ve been deliberate in your actions now, Javi.” You rolled your eyes. “And yes, that’s the wine.”

“Do you think it’ll go well with the short ribs?”

You ran your finger over the menu down to the description of the short ribs, “Probably.”

“Good evening,” The waitress started as she arrived at your table with three bowls of hummus, a dish of olives, and a small basket of warm bread. “Have you had a chance to decide on your drink of choice for the evening?”

“A bottle of the Kourtaki.” Javier ordered.

“And a whiskey neat,” You added, nudging Javier’s foot beneath the table. “Just in case I’ve led him astray with my preference.”

“Perfect,” The waitress smiled. “Would you like to hear this evening’s specials?”

“As long as they don’t involve chicken nuggets and mac and cheese,” Javier jested, nudging your foot back.

“Oh, do you have children?” The waitress questioned as she looked in between the two of you.

“Yeah, two.” You made a face. “I think this is the first night out alone since last summer.”

The waitress chuckled, “Rest assured we don’t even have a children’s menu.” She clasped her hands together, “We have a potato gnocchi special. Freshly made potato gnocchi, with locally sourced cauliflower, wild mushrooms, black truffle paste, and sunchoke. Topped with Parmigiano Reggiano.”

“You’ve won me over.” You sat the menu down on the table and passed it towards her, that’ll be my order.”

“Oh! Perfect.” She took the menu from you, “And for you, sir?”

“The Tajine short ribs.”

“Excellent, I’ll put your orders in for you and get your drinks out to you. If you need anything, I’m Ashleigh.”

“Thanks, Ashleigh.” You offered, before turning your gaze back towards Javier. “Definitely a different atmosphere than our typical haunts.”

He rubbed at the back of his neck, “Seriously.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, reaching out to pick up a piece of bread. He tore off a bit, dipping it into the hummus. “No coloring sheets, no screaming babies…”

You laughed, grabbing an olive and popping it into your mouth. “Was it Disney? Was that the last time it was just the two of us?”

Javier scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as he nodded, “Yeah, I think so.”

“We should do this more often.” You suggested, eating another olive.

His brows rose upwards, “Are you going to tell me what part of coffee with Elena inspired this?”

“It had nothing to do with coffee with her, Javi.” You assured him.

He looked skeptical, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand.

“I mean, not exactly.” You shook your head, “Listening to Elena talk about how much you cared about me all those years ago made me realize that we should do more of this.” You gestured around the restaurant.

Javier rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

The waitress returned then with a shot of whiskey and the bottle of wine, before retreating back towards the kitchen.

“It’s sweet,” You warned him as he poured the dark red wine into your glasses. You watched him as he picked up his glass and brought it to his lips. He rarely drank wine. If you were drinking it was whiskey or beer ⁠— mostly beer lately, given the kids. And when you had twisted his arm to drink wine, he preferred pinot or cab sav.

Javier took a sip, moving it around in his mouth before swallowing it. “Not bad.”

“Drink your whiskey, Javi. I’ll have no problem finishing this off,” You said as you picked up the bottle of wine, brandishing it with a grin.

“Baby, we’re not going to have any fun if you drink that entire bottle of wine.” He said as he took another sip, “It’ll grow on me.” Javier sat his glass aside, picking up another piece of bread and dipping it in the hummus.

You sat the wine bottle aside, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a sip. “And we don’t want that.” You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, “And personally, I’m looking forward to you getting me out of this dress.”

Javier smirked at you, “Me too.”

You watched him as he shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. You leaned forward and lowered your voice. “Having a problem, Javi?”

He shot you a look, “Same one I’ve been having since we left the house.”

“So long as we’re equal.” You said as you brushed your hair behind your shoulders. “The only downside to eating at nice restaurants is that they definitely frown on extracurricular activities in their bathrooms.”

Javier sighed heavily, “You’re gonna kill me.”

“I’m just saying,” You started with a smirk. “There’s a reason why bars are our thing.”

“You’re the one who suggested we get reservations here.” Javier reminded you, grabbing two olives and popping them into his mouth. He held your gaze as he chewed him, before he added. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“I was about to remind you that you are the one who enjoys trying new restaurants.” You snorted. “After all, you are the one who reads the Food & Drink section, babe.” You curled your fingers around the stem of your glass, taking another sip.

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” Javier said with a conspiratorial tone as he leaned forward. “It makes for good conversation at faculty meetings. Otherwise they’re playing fifty questions on the topic of Colombia.”

“Still?” You rolled your eyes. “I thought they’d stop hounding you after the first year.”

He shrugged a shoulder, “You and me both, baby. Figured they’d move on after I proved not to be the man they were expecting me to be.”

It still cracked you up that his fellow faculty members had expected some rough and tumble field agent who was ready to divulge the juiciest stories about Colombia. Instead they ended up with a man who wanted to single-handedly take down the government and refused to discuss Colombia unless he was under duress.

“At least you’ll have something to talk about Monday.” You grinned, licking hummus off your thumb as you held his gaze.

“You’re a tease.”

“And proud.” You winked at him, before your gaze caught sight of the waitress returning. “Oh, dinner’s here.”

Javier loosened his tie a little, rubbing his fingers under the collar of his shirt as he sat up straighter. “Quicker we eat, quicker we get home.” He reminded you.

“I thought you wanted dessert.”

“They only serve my favorite dish at home,” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, fixing you with a heated look that was interrupted by the waitress sitting the plates down on the table.

“Does everything look to your liking?”

“Looks delicious, thank you Ashleigh.” You smiled up at her as you grabbed your napkin and smoothed it over your lap.

“It smells great.” Javier agreed, nodding his head as he stared down at the plate. “Thanks.”

“Let me know if you need anything,” Ashleigh offered before she headed across the restaurant to tend to other guests.

“Do you have everything you need, Javi?” You questioned with a grin, biting down on your bottom lip as you met his eyes.

He huffed, “Eat.”

“You’re no fun,” You teased as you slipped one of your shoes off beneath the table. You took a bite of your gnocchi, watching Javier as he cut into a piece of his ribs. You waited until he’d swallowed the bite and taken a sip of wine, before you slowly slid your foot up his calf.

“Baby⁠—” Javier started, his eyes flashing to meet yours. “What are you doing?”

You lowered your gaze back to your dish, forking up another piece of gnocchi. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said lightly, sliding your foot further up the inside of his leg. “I love a restaurant with a nice tablecloth.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he glared at you, “You are playing with fire, baby.”

“You think I don’t know that?” You laughed, shaking your head as you washed down another bite with more wine. You slid your foot back down to his calf, picking up the bottle of wine and refilling your glass. “But how can I resist?” You asked him, sliding your foot back up towards his thigh. “There’s something about wearing stockings that just screams⁠—”

Javier slipped his hand beneath the table and grabbed your foot. “Behave.”

“You’re no fun.” You sighed, shaking your head solemnly as you took another sip of wine.

“Baby,” He started as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “It’s bad enough that I’ve gotta sit here thinking about how much I’d rather be buried in that pretty little pussy of yours.”

You blinked as you stared at him, the heat of his words burning straight through you. “I always forgot how warm this wine makes me.” Your voice wavered as you laughed softly, taking another sip of your wine. “How’s work?”

Javier chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh no, baby… You’re not getting out of this that easily.” He glanced around to ensure that no one was listening to your conversation, before he set his gaze back on you. “The second we get in the cab to go home, I’m gonna make you come.” He drawled out.

“Sounds fun.” You said, crossing your legs beneath the table. “I thought I wasn’t getting out of this easily.”

“And that’s the last time I’m going to let you come tonight, unless I say otherwise.” He said firmly, his eyes holding your gaze before his expression softened briefly. “Is that alright?”

“Yes.” You breathed out, your fork clattering against your plate as it slipped out of your fingers. Holy shit. You blinked slowly, pushing your fingers through your hair. “Not how I expected the night to go but, you have my attention.”

“Now, be a good girl and finish eating so we can leave.” Javier said lowly, taking another sip of his wine.

It was rather hard to focus on eating when you had the promise of the rest of the evening ahead of you. But between the two of you, you managed to finish off the bottle of wine and eat most of your dinners. You loved when Javier took charge of a situation. He did it so fucking well.

Javier had the waitress call ahead for the cab so it was waiting for you once the bill was paid. He held the door open for you, helping you duck down into the vehicle, before he slid in behind you.

“Iguana Avenue,” He told the driver, his hand already posessively curling around your knee.

“Sure thing.” The driver answered and Javier slid the window closed in between the front and the back.

Javier was on you seconds after the car started down the street. His fingers delving into your hair, cradling the back of your head as he slanted his mouth over yours. You could taste the wine on his tongue, delectably sweet and only proving to further fuel the burn of desire that his words and the wine had stoked.

A quiet moan rose up in the back of your throat as he ran his hand from your knee, up beneath your dress until he reached your cunt. Your thighs were damp with your arousal, his fingers easily gliding through your slick folds. You rocked into his touch, desperately seeking the release you’d been robbed of before dinner.

Javier was a man of his words. He sank two fingers into you, working them in and out of you. He broke away from the kiss, his fingers tightening their grip in your hair as he spoke to you, “Are you going to be a good girl for me, baby?”

You nodded as best you could, “Javi, please.”

“No more.” He reminded you as he slid his fingers out of you, cupping your entire cunt, before he used those same two fingers to tease your clit. He roughly rolled that little bundle of nerves between them, working it just right. Your back arched as you worked your hips down to grind against his hand.

He kissed you again, silencing any sounds that might escape from you as he brought you over the edge. Your body clenched around nothing until he pressed his fingers back into you, twisting them in and out of you as he coaxed you through your release. If he hadn’t been kissing you, you would’ve sobbed from the relief that washed through you.

And you had a feeling that Javier wasn’t bluffing. He wasn’t going to let you come again, unless he decided otherwise.

He ran his tongue over your bottom lip once more before he pulled away, staring at you in the darkness of the car. “Did you enjoy dessert?”

You breathed raggedly, “I’m looking forward to another snack before bed.” You told him, boldly reaching out to stroke him through his trousers. “Think you can handle more?” You teased, squeezing him lightly.

Javier caught your wrist, “Behave.”

“Not in my vocabulary.” You smirked, twisting your hand out of his grasp, bringing his hand up to your lips so you could suck on his fingers, cleaning your arousal from them. That half a bottle of wine had been an excellent decision.

You released his fingers with a wet pop, biting down on your bottom lip as you looked up at him from beneath your lashes. “Javi?”

“Yeah, baby?” He questioned, giving your knee a squeeze.

“Don’t be gentle.” You told him, resting your hand over his. “We both know our words.”

Javier rubbed his lips together, before nodding slowly. “You sure?”

“We don’t have any kids at home to worry about waking up.” You reminded him. “I love when you’re rough, Javi.”

“I know you do.” He leaned towards you, resting his forehead against the side of your head. “Whatever you want.” Javier assured you.

Javier was ever the gentleman once the cab stopped in front of your house. Just like he had at the restaurant, he got out first and held the door open for you as he helped you step out of the cab. But there was a haste to his stride as he ushered you inside the house, so you could finally be alone.

The second the door closed, Javier had you pinned against it. His thigh was pressed in between your thighs, causing your skirt to ride up towards your hips. “These fucking stockings.” He swore, dragging his hands from your hips down to the tops of the stockings. “They stay on.”

“I wore them for you, Javi.” You whispered, curling your fingers around his tie as you tilted your head to meet his gaze. You felt a flush blossom across your chest and neck under the heat in his eyes. You’d certainly been effective at winding him up.

Javier pressed his knee upwards, causing you to roll your hips ⁠— seeking friction. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, tutting disappointedly. “Now, now, baby. What did I tell you?” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

Your lips parted and you nipped at his fingertip. “That I have to be a good girl?” You questioned, fingers tightening around his tie as you drew him towards you. “That I can’t come?” Your breath brushed against his lips. “But I’m a bad girl.” You said as you rolled your hips against his knee again.

Javier loosened the grasp you held on his tie so he could pull away from you, “Dress off.”

You swallowed thickly as you rested against the door for a moment, drawing in a shaky breath. “I think you’re going to like what’s underneath.” You smiled at him sweetly as you reached behind you to unzip your dress. You let it slide off your body as you kicked off your shoes. “Do you like?”

“Fuck, yes.” He breathed out as he raked his gaze over you. The teddy was the same coloration as your dress. A sheer black fabric that covered your stomach and settled just at the tops of your thighs, decorated with burgundy lace. The bra was nearly sheer, black with soft burgundy flowers on the cups.

“How do you want me, Javi?” You questioned, putting a little sway in your step as you walked towards him, tracing a finger from the center of his chest downwards towards his belt. You did the work for him, unbuckling his belt and sliding it out of the belt loops.

Javier caught your hands as you started to unzip his trousers, shaking his head. “Not yet, baby. I want you to be a good girl and go lean over the side of the sofa for me. Can you do that?” He questioned, tracing his fingers over the curve of your cheekbone before he kissed you. “Now.”

“Aye aye, captain.” You quipped with a mock salute, before you brushed past him as you walked into the family room. You did as he asked, draping yourself over the arm of the sofa. You grabbed at the cushion in front of you to balance as you waited for whatever he had planned.

You turned as you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. Watching as Javier casually shucked off his jacket, taking great effort in preventing it from wrinkling as he folded it in half and draped it over the armchair across from you. He loosened his tie, before he worked at unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up to his elbows.

You wondered if Javier knew how much you had always loved that look on him. How many times you’d caught yourself thinking about him after a particularly long meeting at the embassy, when he’d roll his sleeves up at his desk and bitch about how hot it was. He looked good in a suit, but he looked even better half out of one.

Javier turned then, meeting your eyes. “What were you planning on doing in the restaurant, baby?”

“Have dinner?” You questioned coyly, pressing your tongue to the inside of your cheek as you stared at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You don’t know what I mean?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I seem to recall your foot getting frisky.”

“Oh, that.” You rolled your eyes. “Can’t a girl have fun?”

Your heart skipped a beat as Javier approached you, stepping out of your line of view as he moved around to stand behind you. He brushed a hand down your back, before he grabbed both of your asscheeks and squeezed roughly.

“You’re a fucking mess.” Javier told you, releasing his hold on your right asscheek as he ran his fingers over your slick folds, “You should see yourself.” He taunted quietly as he slowly worked two fingers into you. You were still so sensitive from the cab, your inner walls instinctively fluttering around his fingers. “You’re just dripping.” He abruptly withdrew his fingers, giving your cunt a not-so-gentle swat.

You yelped, fingers tightening the grip on the cushion. His fingers had landed right against your still-throbbing clit, sending a strange mix of pain and pleasure through your senses. “Fuck.”

He released his hold on you, moving around to crouch beside the sofa. “You good, baby?”

“Did I use my word?” You questioned, pushing your hair out of your face as you turned to look at him. “I told you to be rough.”

Javier nodded, “Don’t be afraid to use it.”

You tried to relax your body as he moved back around to where he was standing before, hands palming at the globes of your ass, spreading you apart as he knelt down and slid his tongue between your folds. You keened, unable to resist and so thankful your house was empty. His tongue soothed the tingle of pain his palm had left in its wake. And it felt like heaven as he worked his tongue into your core, lapping at you.

But the soothing touch of his tongue was quickly replaced by another swift slap against your already aching flesh. You rocked forward, your knees slamming into the side of the sofa as you instinctively tried to escape the pain. “Don’t stop.” You told him, widening your stance for him.

Instead of spanking your cunt for a third time, Javier’s hand fell against your ass with a little more pressure this time. It burned, but the pain came with a tantalizing pleasure behind it. “Javier.” You moaned, rocking back towards him.

“You like that, baby?” Javier questioned, his hand striking you a second time on the soft swell of your ass. “Is this what you were hoping for? Is that why you were such a bad girl, baby?” His fingers slid between your folds once more, his thumb circling your clit. “You look so fucking good like this.” He turned his attention to your other asscheek, giving it the same two swift smacks that made you clench down around nothing.

“Now remember, baby…”Javier said in an almost taunting tone. “You are not allowed to come.”

You nodded your head. “I rememb⁠—” Your words were cut off by the feel of his cock pressing against your soaked center, just the head slipping into you at first. “Fuck.” You moaned, your head falling forward as Javier sank the full length of his cock into you.

How the hell were you supposed to resist coming when his cock felt that good? You whimpered, pressing back towards his hips. Javier tightened his grip on you, hard enough to leave bruises to go with the handprints he’d surely left on your ass. “You may not come.” He reminded you once more as he drew back and slammed back into you.

The angle was perfect. Every time he filled you his cock pressed right against that sweet spot. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing too. There was no way he didn’t know that every thrust had his cock dragging over your G-spot.

You stretched your arms out in front of you, gripping at the sofa as he kept slamming into you. It was sheer hell trying to hold back the tidal wave of an orgasm that he was building with his every move. He had you right there, right on the edge. You could feel your body start to reflexively tense ⁠— heat blooming through your lower belly.

But he was gone before you had the chance to careen over the edge. He pulled back, leaving you slumped over the side of the sofa as he tucked himself back into his trousers and did up the zipper.

At least he was torturing himself as much as he was torturing you.

“How are you doing?” He questioned, leaning forward and petting his fingers over the back of your head.

“I’d do better if you let me come.” You retorted, pushing up on your hands as you turned to look at him. “I could use some water.”

“Sure thing.” Javier nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead sweetly before he headed for the kitchen. You didn’t move an inch until he returned with a glass of water for you. Your ass burned as you stood up straight again, pulling at the skin he’d marked with his hand.

“I’m glad tomorrow’s Sunday.” You remarked, taking two sips of water. “Thank you.”

Javier took the glass from you, moving to the side table on the opposite side of the sofa. “Good to go?”

“Yeah.” You exhaled slowly. “Still want me here?”

“You do make such a pretty picture there.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “But I have a better idea. Javier strolled across the room with his hands in his pockets, moving to sit in the armchair across from you. He met your gaze as he unzipped his trousers and freed his cock from their confines.

“Come here.” He beckoned you, before curling his fingers around his cock.

You took pride in knowing that he wasn’t getting any relief either. At least he’d been kind enough to let you come in the cab.

Your legs were unsteady at first, but you walked lightly towards him, stopping at his knees. “Want me to take care of that for you?” You questioned, sliding your hands over your thighs beneath your teddy as you licked your lips.

He shook his head slowly, “I have something else in mind, baby.” Javier released his hold on his cock, gesturing for you to turn around, which you were quick to do. “Now, take a seat.”

“Fuck.” You breathed out, dragging your fingers through your hair for a moment as you got control of yourself. While your release had already retreated, you weren’t certain how much longer you could hold it off. Especially if he was buried within you.

But you obeyed him.

You curled your fingers around his cock to hold him steady as you sank down onto him. The rough texture of his trousers and the bite of the metal zipper hurt against your aching asscheeks, but the bliss of having his cock outweighed the mild discomfort. You leaned back against him, looking quite pleased with yourself as you tilted your head to look at him.

“Are you still going to be a good girl for me?” Javier questioned, licking his lips as he ran his hands over the tops of your thighs. “Because that pretty little pussy of yours feels so good like this, baby. I want you to sit right here.”

You couldn’t help but moan, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. “You’re going to kill me.” You told him, a shiver running down your spin as he slid his hands up over your stomach and grasped your breasts through the cups.

“If it’s too much, use your word.” He reminded you, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder. “Goddamn, I love feeling the way you clench around me like that.” Javier whispered, “You’re so tight. So wet.”

You shifted your hips a little, seeking friction, but he was quick to grab your thighs, pushing your legs together. Somehow it made it feel even fuller and you couldn’t help but moan.

“Just sit still, baby. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” You breathed out, nodding your head slowly as you let yourself relax back against him. His hands wandered, fingers playing over the tops of your stockings, sliding over your thighs, thumbing at your nipples through your teddy. It felt like heaven and hell all rolled into one.

“Do you like this?” Javier questioned as his hand slid between your thighs and he brushed his thumb over your clit. You jolted slightly, before sinking back against him.

“I do.” You assured him, tilting your head so you could kiss the underside of his jaw. “I love you.”

“Mmm.” He hummed, slowly circling your clit once more. “I love you too.” Javier pulled his hand away once more, sliding it up over your stomach, the valley between your breasts, before his fingers came up and curled around your throat. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

Your body practically throbbed in response to the tone of his voice.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes.” You nodded slightly. “I heard you and yes I can be a good girl.”

“Good.” Javier pressed a kiss to a spot behind your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “I’m feeling generous, so I’m going to let you come. Okay?”

“Thank you.” You breathed out, reaching up to curl your fingers around his forearm. “Thank you, Javi.”

“But I want you to work for it, baby.” Javier brushed his thumb against your pulse point, before sliding his hand up to grasp at your jaw, turning your head towards him. “You may move now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Your release was dangling right in front of you and you were going to get it.

Javier’s hands encircled your hips, guiding your movements as you rode his cock. The zipper was still biting into your tender flesh, but the pain turned swiftly into pleasure as his cock filled you again and again. It was quite clear that both of you had no interest in waiting any longer.

Your shoulders pressed back against his chest, back arching as your pace faltered. Your inner walls clenched around him and your entire body throbbed as your orgasm tore through you. Javier’s hand returned to the junction where you were joined, fingers teasing over your clit as he kept you reeling from your release.

Javier was close behind you, his hips rocking upwards as he drove into you. Your name on his tongue as he came apart, spilling deep within you. You could feel every pulse of him as you clenched around him, your body greedy for him.

Exhausted, you sank back against his chest. “Holy shit.”

Javier chuckled, nuzzling at the crook of your neck. “Words… gone.” He told you, curling his arm around your waist. “Fuck.”

You giggled and you weren’t sure if it was due to the wine still running through your veins or the utterly blissful sensation ebbing and flowing through your lower belly. “Oh my God, Javier.” You breathed out, reaching behind you to play with his hair. “I’m not moving.”

“Wouldn’t think of it.” He muttered, relaxing back into the armchair. “Baby, you’re…” He shook his head. “I’m a lucky man.”

You titled your head, grinning at him. “And a handsome man too.” You teased, tracing your finger down his nose. “Have I ever mentioned… how much I love your nose?”

He arched a brow, “Are you drunk?”

“On you.” You shot back, squirming in his lap so you could turn enough to kiss his lips. “I’m a little buzzed.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his nose. “But I said what I mean.” You laughed, “You might’ve fucked me silly.”

Javier grinned at you, “Not a bad thing to do.”

You shook your head, “Best thing to do.”

He kissed you again, “Don’t let me forget to grab the lotion.”

Your brows shot upwards, “Did you stick it in the fridge before we left?”

Javier smirked, “I had plans of my own, baby.”

“Love that you planned to spank me, babe.” You grinned as you pressed your lips to his, “I love you.”

Instead of breaking the kiss to say the same, Javier gave your hip three squeezes. It amazed you how that still made you warm and tingly from your head to your toes.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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dtmkarma · 5 years

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Weird Cutie

I had a date with a guy on Bumble we'll call him weird cutie. His pictures weren't very great but I could tell he was cute. We matched and spoke for a few days then decided we would move to texting. He was very weird but good weird so I agreed to meet him the following week. I arrived at Jacks and he was late, I sat for 10mins only to see him coming towards mw. As I was getting ready to leave, he was taller than I thought and had glasses. He was also a little chubby in his belly but had long black hair pulled into a bun. He smiled and joked "are you leaving me, you look so cute". I smiled and shrugged "well you're kinda late so....." "I am but I texted you and I'm here now", he reached down and hugged me then spun me around looking me up and down in my blue dress. I smirked but sat down in the booth. We ordered drinks and food he was more so interesting than I thought he would be, and he was cute. He liked me I could tell by how he moved closer to me in the booth and put his hand on my thigh,reached down and started rubbing my bare legs. I moved his hand and apologized, "I wasnt sure if I would like you so I skipped shaving my legs but in my defense I didnt think you'd be touch me so intimately on the first date either, sorry but theres levels" he removed his hand and asked am I at the level to earn me a kiss, I smiled shyly, he leaned in and I felt my body getting hot, he moved his hand back to my thigh and started rubbing it closer and closer to my center. Before I could blink his lips were on mind and his eyes were closed. This was so weird. Why was this so weird to me..... If been with a guy before but this feel in was so weird. I closed my eyes nd played the instructions in my head on how to kiss(I was a late bloomer and my best friend taught me how to kiss). He started moving when my tongue met his so I broke the kiss worried someone would think our pda was inappropriate. If never displayed such pda openly before, is only normally do it in the comfort of my home because that where it seem like guys was most comfortable but he was different, weird. He smiled at me and the butterflys started, our date lasted 3hrs and when it was time to leave he asked should he follow me home but I reminded him there was levels. His birthday was next week. He invited me to his house to hangout because he didn't consider his birthday a big deal, so we agreed to meet next week. This was Monday. Next week arrived but more specifically his birthday;Tuesday. I had a long day of work and hadn't heard from him so around 1pm I texted him happy birthday. He responded by asking if I would see him, I told him I'd see. By 5:30I had a massive headache and was tired for the day I felt like locking myself in my room and making love to my bed in the form of Zzz. But I had to deposit some money into the bank for a bill to be paid so I told him to text me his address and I'd see him soon. He was in the middle of moving, I had on another dress this one mustard yellow, it looked amazing on my milk chocolate brown skin. He came to the door and looked different, he was cuter than last time and wasnt wearinf his glasses, I was shocked and aroused. I sat on a lazyboy and he sat on the couch, like most millenials he didnt have cable to cut cost on unnecessary bills but he had an xbox and internet. We watched live boxing through it and he started the typical male ploy "why are you sitting all the way over there by yourself, come sit next to me" I thought this way of asking for attention was always cute. I got up and sat beside him "is this close enough for you", he smirked and hugged me while,sniffing me "you smell so good". 😊thank you. His hands roamed my thighs again while he pulled my face into a kiss, he leaned his body back and pulled me on top of him while sliding my dress up over my ass. He smacked it,I pulled myself away he leaned up and grabbed my breast, having his hands touch and caress my body felt so amazing. I couldn't believe it had been 6 years since I had sex but here I was. He lifted my dress over my nd slid his hands under my bra,pinching my nipples, my mind was lost everything was happening so quickly yet it felt like it was all in slow motion. His eyes seemed so dark and focused, one hand pulled me by the waist closer to him. His eyes watched my as he opened his mouth and slid it over my right nipple. He bit down gently and it made my whole body shutter, I moaned and closed my eyes he removed his mouth instantly and pulled my face back,into a deep passionate kiss. My hips started rocking on his lap while his hand massaged my breast. I was feeling hot all over my body again and my panties started to feel like I peed myself. I tried to pull away but he held me close, his hands, his mouth it all was driving me crazy. But the levels I need to remind myself that the ultimate goal was to have him. I made up my mind I wanted him this weird guy I wanted him to be mine. So I snatched myself away and hop off him, "I need to use the bathroom", he looked lost. "Okay..... Its down the stairs to the left." I pulled my dress back down and went to the bathroom, I tried to compose myself and dry myself. I needed to make sure he didnt think I was easy. He got myself to together and went back up the stairs than sat on the couch, this time towards the opposite end. He smirked at me "would you like a drink?".... I smiled "no thank you", "ok well I'm going to make me one" , he went into the kitchen and made himself a drink than came back. He watched me, I stared at the boxing match screaming in my mind to him "come touch me with your soft warm hands again, come put your lips on mine and all over my body." I felt desperate but I didnt show it. I put my feet on the couch, he pulled them towards him and on his lap, he started rubbing them. "So what did you get me for my birthday?" I laughed "my prensence, surprise happy birthday.......just kidding what do you want?" He looked at me and smirked " you said there was levels right, what level does my birthday fall under?" ...... "Idk tell me exactly what you want and ill see if I can make it happen" He looked down at his lap than to me signaling but if he was going to have the balls to ask for what I thought he was asking he was going to have to say it."I'm sorry are you trying to tell me something, what do you want and use your words please."...... He looked nervous "well........ A bj would be nice right now", I laughed and pretended to look shocked for a sec. He smiled, I got off the catch walked to him. We didnt break contact, I got on my knees infront of him still keeping eye contact and asked "are you sure this is what you want for your birthday?" He seemed nervous but whispered "yes". I unbuttoned his pants, zipped down the zipper and reached into his boxers. He looked amazed it was happening, I licked my lips and leabed down I could hear his breath getting heavier before I put my mouth on it. I looked down at it, it was uncircumcised, exactly how I liked it. I licked the tip, his body twitched, he moaned. I put my mouth on the tip and sucked it slowly,swirling my tongue around it. He moaned "fuck" I smirked and looked up at him. He looked vulnerable and shy, I slid my mouth all the way down and opened my mouth wider while remembering to breath through my nose like how this porn star taught me from a video I use to watch repeatedly in college. His hands covered the back of my head and I felt his thrusting deeper in my mouth while moaning "fuck, its so good. God im going to cum", it hasn't seem like a min but as soon as he said "I'm going to cum". I pulled my mouth off his dick. He whimpered "no" but I started jacking him off instantly and he came all over my hand and his stomach. I laughed, he was breathing heavy and covered his face it turned slightly pink. I smirked and asked "are you good sir?" He smiled, "yeah". He got up and went around the corner to the kitchen, I peaked around the corner and watched him clean his self off and come back with a paper towel, he wiped my hand and kissed me. He threw away the paper towel and we sat back on the couch. He laid in between my legs and would,kiss them often while rubbing them. This feeling again was weird. I grabbed my,phone and looked at time it was 9:23pm. Time to go home, I told him to get up I was leaving I was tired he said "you can go to sleep in my bed. He got up and ushered me back down the stairs, the door next to the bathroom was his room. It was filled with Buddha,alcohol bottles, a bike,books and Japanese art on the wall. I wondered if he was Japanese mixed with something, he was racially ambiguous, my thought was lost when he laid on the bed grbbing my hand to pull me on to it too. He held me by the waist and pulled my lips to his again this time sliding his hand down in between my thighs again, he moved my panties to the side and slid a finger in side I broke the kiss to moan I felt my body arch up, he bit at my nipples through my dress as his fingering became more rigorous, I was getting wetter but also nervous. I pulled his hand from,between my thighs and asked him to stop. He pulled away from me "did I do something wrong?" He looked confused. "No, its not that." I got up from the bed. I was nervous I didnt want to say but he was only guy 4 I'd ever been with I was very shy about sex with partners and tried to figure it out for years since having it but I was most embarrassed about squirting. I looked down while embarrassingly confessing "I don't want to,ruin your bed because I squirt" his face looked blank like he was trying to,process how to react. He got off the bed and hugged. This was weird. He held me, I pulled away and walked towards the door, he grabbed me from,behind and held me." Its ok, thats normal" I felt stupid I wanted to go but he started kissing my neck and his hands pulled up my dress making their way to my breast. I could feel wetness sliding down my legs, he squeezed my breast as one hand slid down my panties from behind and his finger back into my wet pussy I he held my body so tight to his and bend me over towards the bed while fingering me again my body felt like it was shaking while I moaned louder and louder I could hear him starting to moan too. My body felt so hot I felt like my stomach was on fire then, it sound like some let air out a waterbed and my body went numb. I was squirting all over his floor and grubbing his sheets so hard. He slid my panties down and and undid his pants pulling his boxers down faster then any thing I've seen. He slid the tip of his dick inside me, it made my body jump. He moaned "fuck". He held my waist and slid some more in, he was teasing me my body was going crazy "ugh its so wet", my body was shuttering again. He pulled out my breathing was heavy. He held my waist and slid his dick all the way inside me and I felt like I was cumming,instantly. He reached up and grabbed my breast while thrusting and moaning "fuck its so tight", he stopped." I dont want to come yet." I asked in between deep breaths " do you have any condoms?" I looked back at him. He pulled out of me, "no......but ill pull out" he sound half way assuring. I quickly pulled my panties up and slid my dress down. "No thank you, im leaving" the thought of a std or pregnancy gave my mind instant sobriety. I quckly exit the room. He stumbled to pull up his boxers and pants. "Wait" called but I was already back up stairs grabbing my keys and shoes. He caught me at the from door "you dont have to,leave", he begged. "Its late, I have to work in the morning and cant be late for work" he looked disappointed but kiss me on the forehead and on the lips. "Ok ill walk you to your car. He follwed me outside to my car, he held my hand walking me my car. This experience felt so weird. He kissed me again before I got in the car. Then went back inside. I screamed in my mind "ughhhhh I wanted to fuck him,without seeming like a hoe,easy or a slur. Damn double standards for dating. Fuck fuck fuck" I started the car. Put it in drive and drove home. Part1

#Ambw #ambwerotica #ambwdating #ambw love #truedating #millennialdating

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ladysophiebeckett · 6 years

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why did you call osha on a theatre once? (if u dont mind telling the story)

@boredzoi

okay so i dont do theater anymore (tho nostalgia says i miss it). this, ‘company’ was looking for a stage manager last minute and an instructor (who is also a chair of this ‘company’ recommended me and got me in touch the director, we’ll call her ‘wendy’.

wendy said she had an sm ready to go but bc of personal reasons the sm had to drop the job. this particular show was supposed to open in 3 weeks. so i would be coming mid rehearsals. i was told i would be getting paid $300, under the table. rehearsals were 3 days a week and then tech week(end) and i was told that the show was one weekend only. 3 days. fri, sat, sun.

i really wanted to do theater again and this was considered community theater but the ‘company’ was also like an afterschool theater educational thing. they offered voice lessons and whatnot. the cast consisted of a lot of either senior’s in high school or first year college students. and community theater actors that were basically doing gigs and this was particular show as a gig to them. (fancy way of saying a couple of these actor were Older).

my version of community theater was basically educational theater where i was taught, what i believe is, the right way of doing things. i worked with organized people.

when i got to this theater—if you work in community theater, anything can be theater so long as u got some chairs and like, a z-rack and one maybe one flat–this was place i get to is a death trap. it’s an old warehouse by the train tracks and the place next door teaches boxing so you’d hear a lot of bags being hit. the bathroom was up a flight of stairs to an unfinished second floor. when i say unfinished i mean like–it’s just wood and then debris. the bathroom faces the freeway and it was a toilet (clean tho) and sink was barely a sink. the floor–completely unfinished\gutted. it looked like when you’re renovating an old house and you have to gut it to its bare bones.

there’s cables everywhere. a hazard. anybody could have tripped at any time. no dressing rooms. one little office for the girls to share. the guys changed anywhere. backstage was also where the props where. so anywhere and everywhere. no designated sitting area. before u hit the flight of stairs to the bathroom, its another unfinished section—fabric everywhere, z-racks with costumes with no actual logical order. everything is a fire hazard. no bathroom for handicapped ppl, unless they could climb that flight of stairs.

did i mention the only way to get to the bathroom was by going through the ‘backstage’?? so youd have audience members using the restroom during the show or at intermission there’d be a line by the stairs as actors are also at intermission or changing or getting ready for their scene.

and this is just the one theater–i was not told that if the show did well they were gonna transfer it for one night only to another city at an actual real theater and that i was going to have to help load the show. i was not told this was going to be some mature bus and truck show. so i had to help load the platforms on to a uhaul on some saturday morning. and my sister drive me the 20 min to another time even tho to get the town A was already 40 min. and unload again once we got to the actual not hazardous theater.

i was not told i would have to do any of this. i was told 3 weeks and one weekend of shows. and im not even getting into how disorganized the actual rehearsal process was and how wendy is would give me an order and not like how i did it, so i was constantly being undermined despite the fact that i had good stage managing experience and had never had a problem with directors when working under educational theater.

but i did as i was told bc i had already committed to this gig and i couldnt make my prior instructor who recommended me for this, look bad. BUT bc i didnt know about all loading and unloading, ect. once the show was over at this actual theater, we had to load again. which i did. but i did go back with the ‘crew’ to unload bc my sister was my ride and she had other things to do, so i helped load up and then excused myself bc of personal reasons.

wendy didn’t like that but also didn’t stop me from leaving. wendy went on fb (there was a fb group. thats another story) and took pics of the unloading and said something like ‘thanks to those who stayed’ insinuating that i should have stayed.

later that week i wrote to wendy and said ‘hey when am i gonna get paid?’ and then she said she would not be paying the promised amount bc i was not ‘seasoned’ enough–that i did not participate in the last unloading, that i was a beginner and that other ppl–my asm who was an idiot and had no prior theater experience and most unhelpful–had to do things to and that the money should be split. she was offering to pay me 215 or whatever. Bc i put myself in this very uncomfortable position of working with someone that was also friends with my instructor, i felt defenseless. My sister tired to write in for me and calculated a different number to negotiate, she sent that in for me and Wendy didn’t like that ect. Listed other ways that I sucked and I didn’t respond, bc of said uncomfortable situation. she messaged days later asking if i received a check, i did not. she never ever sent me anything.

bc i was upset and feeling defenseless about the situation and letting down said instructor and wendy probably most likely talking shit to my ex instructor about me, my sister and i called OSHA about the train track warehouse and all its safety violations. I then had my sister personally message the company that held the rights to the musical bc i firmly believe that Wendy did not buy the rights do that particular show based on she promoted it and bc i looked online and wendy’s ‘company’ was not listed under the companies that were producing this show at that particular time.

edit: i dont know if they faced any consequences. unfortunately.

yes, this experience is what ended my relationship with community theater and why i stopped looking for gigs.

#boredzoi #theater #long post

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lokibannerpool · 5 years

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Update on the Mun

so i have been lurking on here for a while, not really doing any drafts or replies. I’m not abandoning this blog and these muses, I just haven’t had the motivation lately to be active on this account. I have been active on my other blogs for the most part. you can find me on @forcedintoperfection @thevirginandthefool @worldsfastestpredator @strongestcullen @zorii-unknown and/or @brokenprincessofasgard

Now for the shitstorm that is my life right now.

If you’re basically homeless and you know it clap your hands *clap clap*

So we (by we I mean my mom, little brother and I) finally got evicted for reals like around Feburary-ish. My mom’s bright idea for temporary living was to move in with the worst person possible, her crazy ass aunt (on my grandpa’s side).

Not only was the move stressful, but living here is terrible, and most of that is because my mother’s aunt (i have disowned her so no she’s not my great aunt) is doing everything in her power to make us feel unwelcome. Before I go into details, let me point out that my brother refused to come stay here because he has never felt welcome in this house, so he’s staying with family from our grandmother’s side (still crazy, but slightly more reasonable). And although I technically still have a room there, I did not stay because they hate animals and the great aunt that lives there once told me that if she could make it up the stairs to our old apartment she’d kill my cats. Later she denied it, but yeah... that’s the kind of crazy on that side’ of the family.

I was going to take my cats and live in a hotel from paycheck to paycheck. i had done the math and i could afford 7 days from one paycheck if i literally didn’t buy anything else, and the hotel had free breakfast i didn’t have to worry about food at least if i could save some of the breakfast for lunch then probably do dinner at a family member’s house. (yeah not the best plan but for me if I’m giving up my cats to a shelter I’m giving up on life. plus hotel accepted animals and was legit cheaper than a putting them in a pet hotel which would have been 22 a night per cat... i have 5 cats and a part time job) BUT low and behold my mother pulls some strings with the aunt (only after catching me crying on eviction day because I didn’t know what to do with my babies) and suddenly I can keep the cats as long as they stay in the basement. Not ideal, but more affordable for me so I take it.

Now back to the hell house I’m trapped in.

1) It took a while to move everything in, but I think we were almost full settled in by a Friday or Saturday night. On the Monday (which was like day 3 of living there) my mother’s aunt not only called me repeatedly on my phone, she kept yelling my name from the first floor. When I finally become conscious enough to go see what she wants, she is telling me that I sleep too much, It’s ridiculous how much I sleep, I need to go get a job, I’m not going to sleep my life away in HER house, yada yada, then she goes on about how by my age she was living on her own and paying off her own car (both were confirmed to be lies by sources that were alive at that time. crazy bitch was still sleeping in the bed with her mother at 22).. Now maybe you think that’s not so bad? but I forgot to mention one little detail.

It was only 8:10 AM and I had class at 10 am.

My alarm clock was literally set to go off 20 minutes from that time. Not only was it early as fuck, but I had a class to go to so it wasn’t like i was going to be staying in the house all day. SHE KNEW I HAD CLASS, THAT WAS WHAT PISSED ME OFF THE MOST. I had literally been discussing my classes with her for weeks prior to even moving in with her. Another thing that interested me was how she conveniently waited until my mother had left to start harassing me. anyway, so i get dressed because im mad as hell by this point, and i get ready to leave in under 15 minutes so we’re around 8:30am by this point. When I get downstairs she is demanding that I come into her room, and against my better judgement I do but I’m in no mood to talk. She takes one look at my face and asks me “why are you pissed off?” As if she didn’t know why. I don’t want to curse her out because I wasn’t raised to do things like that so i keep my mouth shut. She keeps trying to get me to talk, and at this point angry tears that I have been trying so hard to hold back are falling and she tells me I’m being dramatic and I’m over reacting. I tell her I have to go to class more than once and she’s still demanding that I sit and talk with her, so I just walk out. She calls my phone more than once but I don’t answer because I am a) driving and b) still mad as hell. she leaves voicemails. 1 saying that im being overreacting and stuff. the second comes a few hours later with a fake apology after she apparently talked to my mother. I later find out that she lied to my mom and told her that she forgot I had school, yet when I was not trying to talk to her she was telling me i had 2 hours before i had to be in class.. so yeah and that was only the start of day 3 of living there.

2) Fast forward a few days because in this family, we apparently just go on like nothing happened after conflicts like this. My mom comes to me in the morning and warns me that the aunt had threatened to call the human society to take my cats away because I ‘don’t spend enough time with them’. Which pissed off my mom as much as me because she’s seen what I’ve done for these cats in the past 2 years. (especially with Brenda, who is a rescue stray I took in after she was covered in tape by strangers and either dropped at our door or she limped her way up the stairs to us for help, and the two litters of kittens she had in our apartment)

The aunt confronts me about this after I come down to feed them by asking me “do you really want the cats” and then telling me not to get an attitude when I say “of course I do” rather defensively. She tells me the b.s. she told my mom to which i point out that we literally just got here, i have classes 5 days a week and work 7 days a week. Plus, she’s usually sleep when I come in after work so she doesn’t see me dragging my aching body (still sore from doing the brunt of the moving) down to the basement to replace the food and water and spend time with them before I go to bed and I would literally be sleeping down there if it wasn’t for my mom nagging me about my health (which tbh comes second to the cats in my opinion but she disagrees). She doesn’t seem all that convinced, and my anxiety was through the roof for the longest because i wasn’t sure if i was going to come back to a cat-less basement after work.

My therapist has been having an earful btw. Literally the week before I knew we were being evicted I spent most of a session trying to find something to talk to her about and now I have at least one new problem ever week.

3) This woman has no respect for me or my mother. She’s verbally attacked my mother and berated her more than once. (today included) and at one point accused my mom of using her father for money(who died only 2 years prior, and who is the only one who took responsibility for making all the funeral arrangements and is still struggling to pay that bill because no one else wanted to help). This is sidetracking a little, but my mom did a lot for my grandfather. Brought his medical supplies with a loan she had taken out from her job, literally came to wash him up multiple times because his in house nurse wasn’t doing it, and pretty much ran every errand he asked for her and if she couldn’t do it she had me do it for her... so yeah to say she was using him was really fucked up and it really hurt my mom.

3.5) One morning (last week) i literally caught her and her ‘tenant’ (aka her brother’s ex girlfriend who he left for his wife 2 years ago and refuses to leave his family’s home) talking shit about me and my mom. How we’re dirty, my mom walks too loud, complaining about us having mini conversations late at night (which only happened once), calling my mom fat, and saying that she’s not ‘dainty’ and ‘feminine’ enough and they don’t know how she kept a man for so long... really just talking trash while im standing at the top of the stairs listening. I wait until they finish to say anything and they’re not even ashamed or apologetic. The aunt literally says “good. now you can tell your mom what i said” after i said i heard just about all of it. She seemed offended when I refused to be her messenger. She then tried to talk shit about my mom to me, going as far to tell me that my mother a ‘fat slob’. And because I don’t want to be kicked out before we find a place, I have to bite my tongue and just walk away while she purposely baits me and tells me to ‘speak my mind’.

There is so much more I could write about, like how she (a woman who has never had a cat in her life) is always telling me how to take care of my cats like I don’t know what I’m doing, yet she’s basing this all off the dog she had (but didn’t really want or take care of) over 10 years ago. Or how she likes to try to provoke me or my mom (but mostly me because I’m the easier target I guess) whenever she’s bored. The fact that she forced cable boxes on us, then demanded my mom pay her $400 for the installation of the cable despite us both making it very clear we didn’t want it. How she’s always trying to say someone is trying to use her as if my mom isn’t paying $800 a month for two little ass rooms and a bathroom/kitchen we have to share with two other people And sooo much more.

I’ve ended up self harming for the first time in about two-ish years while staying here. My suicidal thoughts are happening very often and honestly I’ve turned to drinking my feelings away when I’m not cutting them away. I’ve literally been so stressed that my period disappeared for like 3 months (no im not pregnant. gotta be sexually active to get pregnant so yes its stress) and I’m pretty sure I’m developing some sort of repressed anger issues that I should probably mention to my therapist but I keep forgetting.

So that’s pretty much what’s been going on in my life lately.

And I don’t know how to end this so... there

#ooc #mun problems #mun rant #negativity tw #suicide tw #self harm tw #alcohol tw

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July 2018 Story # 1 : Beautiful Melody

Title: Beautiful Melody

Author: Mika

Summary: Hyunsik met Melody in probably one of the most cliché way. Now seeing her walk down the aisle made him remember their moments and a lot of beautiful things about her.

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As far as my eyes can see, faces of people I knew almost half of my life were there. All of them anticipated with glee for her to come through the doors of the chapel. And I was not an exception. As a matter of fact, I think I felt different kinds of emotions all at once that time.

When she appeared at the entrance, my heart raced at an increasing rate. To say that she is beautiful was an understatement.

She held a bouquet of pink and white peonies. I remember her saying that it’s her favorite for it embodies romance, prosperity and a happy marriage.

The moment our eyes met, I felt nostalgic. I can still remember in detail the day when I first saw her.

I met her in spring...

The moment when I first met you

It's still very clear

The moment you hugged me

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" A voice bellowed from behind. I turned around and saw a speeding bike a few meters away from where I was standing.

The girl riding it seemed to have lost control of the bike as I saw her hand was continuously pressing the brake handle and still, it was not stopping. The downward slope of the road made the situation even worse.

"You might get hurt! Stay away!" She warned me again. But instead of avoiding her, I put down my guitar and readied myself to catch her. I don’t know exactly how I will do that but I can’t just let her go into a bigger trouble.

She hit an uneven part of the road, causing her to separate from the bike. The impact sent her flying.

“AAAAAAH!”

Everything happened so fast. I caught her with my arms and we stumbled on the ground where fallen cherry blossom petals were scattered.

“Are you okay?” I asked when I felt her grip on me loosened. She lifted her head, frightened eyes stare into mine. My face were inches away from hers and my breath hitched at the sight of her up close.

She’s pretty.

She pulled away from my embrace, I forgot that I was still holding her. “Y-yes, thank you.” she answered when we both stood up and shook the dirt off our clothes “How about you?” she asked full of concern.

I nodded then smiled and I saw her sigh in relief. We decided to check her bicycle that fell on the pavement. It was a good thing that no one was near us when the accident happened, so no one got hurt.

“The brake cable snapped off, that’s why it didn’t stop when you pulled the handle” I explained to her when I saw the cause. I can tell that she has been using it for a long time now. The color already faded, fenders were dented and the chain is rusty. “It’s not safe riding this, you must get it fixed.”

She said she was about to go home from the convenience store and forgot to check if the brakes were working. We were going the same direction so I picked up my guitar and walked with her, I learnt that they just moved in their new house a few days ago and she also transferred to the school where I go to. She pointed at a house a couple of steps from us. “That one is ours.”

And I pointed at one, two doors away from hers saying that it is where I live. We walked a little more and halted in front of her house “Thanks again for saving me, I’ll get my bike fixed.” her lips curved upward.

“No problem. You should, and always remember to check the brakes before riding it.” I said, adjusting my glasses.

“Yes, sir.” She jokingly saluted and we laughed “I’ll go in now.”

I nodded and waited for her to go inside but I just remembered something.

“Hey uh- I forgot to ask” she turned back to me “What’s your name?”

She smiled a toothy grin and I thought that was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all day.

“Melody” she said “My name is Melody.”

Wow. Even her name is pretty.

“I’m Hyunsik.” Giving the same smile, I stated “Welcome to the neighborhood, Melody”.

And to cut a long story short, we became friends. We became comfortable around each other for we meet and talk everyday, whether in school or while going home.

In school, we also share the same circle of friends and teasing us became their habit. Melody and I will just shake our heads and laugh it off.

I know the whole world become brighter

I felt it was different from yesterday

Oh because of you everything has changed

“Is that a new song you are writing?”

I was too focused on what I was doing that I didn’t notice her sit next to me. We were under a tree nearest to the school building.

“Mm- yeah. It’s only halfway done.” I said still scribbling on the notebook.

“Can I hear a little bit of it?” I felt her move closer as she slightly pleaded “Just a teeny tiny bit?”

She knows that I won’t let her hear the song until it’s finished but her puppy dog eyes never fail to make me say yes.

She always wins.

“Okay okay, I’ll sing a bit” I surrendered.

“Yay!” Melody clasped her hands and I started to sing the chorus. She put her hands under her chin and leaned.

Just wait, I will fly high just like you Higher than the countless twinkling stars above you Just wait, I will always be by your side I’ll be your star that shines brighter than anyone else

She listened intently as I sing until the last line. When I finished, she clapped and her eyes twinkled with delight. “Woah Mr. Im Hyunsik! The song is soooo good and your voice is amazing as always.” She sincerely said “What’s the song called?”

“I haven’t decided on it yet.”

She was silent for a moment before saying “Star. How about ‘star’ for the title?”

I nodded in agreement “Star it is then.”

The next minute, we heard meowing sounds and she followed it to see where it came from. It led her to a bush. “Hyunsik, come and look at this” she called to me.

It’s a mother cat with three kittens, their colors were a mix of black, gray and white. Melody scooted down and carefully patted them “I bet you’re hungry, it’s almost lunch time” she talked to them. I watched her get a canned tuna from her bag. She opened it and fed the tuna to the kittens and their mother.

Melody has this soft spot for animals, especially for cats, albeit she can’t keep one because of pet allergy. She always carry cat/dog food or canned fish so that whenever she met stray cats or dogs, she’ll never think twice to entertain and feed them. Also, she always find time to volunteer in animal shelters.

“Imagine you are alone in the street, you have nowhere to go to, nothing to eat, and no one is there to take care of you. It’s sad right?” she said to me once. “If only people will just care more about these kinds of things then the world would have been a better place.”

If you’d ask me what is the most beautiful thing about her and I only need to pick one, I’d say it is her heart.

“They’re so cute, don’t you think so?” she looked up to me with happy eyes and she giggled. I heard her humming to the song I sang earlier.

At that moment, I noticed something different about her. But what is it?

Did she change her hair color?

Did she put make-up on?

Why does she look extra pretty today?

I might be over-reacting but I thought she was glowing.

It was the first time that I felt something different too.

When I close my eyes, I see you again

In my head, I only think of you

I somehow, only for today

I want to say it to you

Her eyes.

Her smile.

Her laugh.

My mind kept replaying scenes on the things that she does or the things she likes to do like when she likes something so much she’ll say “this is soooo good” for not less than 5 times or how she ties up her hair in a bun when she will do something that needs her full concentration or how she fiddles with her watch when she’s nervous or the way she sketches when she’s in a good mood and when she has nothing to do. Those little things I noticed whenever I secretly look at her.

I kept thinking about her. Not a day passed without me wanting to see her, wanting to hear her stories and her hearty laugh.

I wanted to confess that I like her but I just couldn’t bring myself to say it.

Prom came, Melody and I each had our own dates but that night, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She wore a simple maroon chiffon dress, light make-up and her hair had curls on the ends. Melody’s beauty radiates without her putting on too much effort.

I saw that she was genuinely happy....happily dancing with her date.

He is a transferee like her and he came from the US. The guy is her crush she often talks to me about. I silently hope that at some time, she’ll notice that I don’t really like that topic.

More days gone by and the feelings I have for her grew. My eating and sleeping habits were a mess. I keep spacing out and one day my brother snapped me out of it “You could just tell her, you know. What are you so afraid of?”

“What?” I just went back to my senses, we were taking a break from playing a video game and he just said that out of the blue.

“Melody. You like her, right?” He leaned back on the couch.

“I just couldn’t say it to her, hyung. I feel like I’ll ruin the friendship we have.” I hugged the cushion and buried my face.

“You should, Hyunsik. Either she feels the same way or not, that friendship will never be gone if it’s true.” He stood up and said “Besides, you’ll never really know what she feels about you if you don’t tell her. Worst case is, what if someone confesses before you do?” hyung left me and went to the kitchen.

As if on cue, my phone lit up and a text message came in.

From: 🎶

I ran some errands a while ago and decided to get the tickets since I’m near the cinema. Don’t forget later okay? See ya sikkie~

Oh right, we were supposed to watch The Incredibles 2 tonight. She kept telling me that she wants to watch it with me since the first Incredibles movie were both our fave movie of all time.

And then I remembered what my brother said.

I need to confess now.

8:30 p.m.

The movie won’t start ‘till 9 and here I am outside the movie place thinking of how I will bring it up to Melody.

I can do this, I repeated over and over.

I went inside and my eyes found her immediately. She wore a sky blue top and denim pants and was sitting at a table near the arcade.

I sneak up behind her and covered her eyes with my hands “Guess who~” I said in a higher pitch-female tone voice and I can’t help but giggle with what I was doing.

“You need to practice more, Im Hyunsik.” She confidently said.

“I’m not. You are wrong.” I said in the same tone.

She burst out laughing “Hyunsik! Stop with the voice already.”

I removed my hands and sat across her. “I know you too well to not recognize that it’s you.” She chuckled and rested her hand under her chin.

She did that twinkling eyes again I can’t help but stare at her. She was telling me something but I was not paying attention. I want to tell it to her. It’s now or never.

“Hey, are you still listening to me?” she tapped my hand that was on the table.

“Melody” I switched our hands and put mine on top of hers.

Her expression changed to a serious one “Hyunsik, is there something wrong?”

I pursed my lips and shook my head “No. There’s… there’s something I want to tell you.” my heart was beating so fast I think it’s going to explode.

It was a weekend so many people came to watch a movie but suddenly, all I can see is her.

She’s looking at me, her eyes telling me to go on “Melody, I’ve been wanting to say this to you for a long time. I-“

“Oh hey sorry, the line in the restroom is too long.” I was surprised when someone interrupted.

It was her prom date that she has a crush on.

He gave an apologetic smile and then looked at me “Hi! You’re Hyunsik right? Melody told me a lot of things about you. Don’t worry, they’re all good though.”

“Hyunsik, you remember Peniel right? He’s at the class next to ours.” She pulled her hand from mine and stood up from her seat, I felt the emptiness.

“Nice to meet you, bro.” he held out a hand.

I took it and greeted back. “Nice to meet you too, Peniel” I forced a smile but inside I was not really pleased in meeting him. Not to be rude, but he just ruined the moment.

I saw his hand intertwined with hers. I think I stopped breathing for a while.

“I’ll get us some popcorn, what flavor would you like?” He asked us both.

“Anything would be fine, Hyunsik and I eat everything.” She said then looked at me “Right?”

“Y-yeah, right.” I faked a laugh.

Peniel went to the counter and waited in line and Melody got back to her seat.

“What were you saying again?” she asked me.

“Oh that… I just want to tell you that uh- I finished ‘Star’. I already recorded and I’ll let you hear it.” I half lied. Well, I really finished it and I’ll give the song to her.

“Wow! Really? I can’t wait to hear the whole song. Every song you make is really good and worth to listen to everyday. I also let Peniel hear your other songs and he agrees with me.”

Since when were they that close? And since when are they dating that I didn’t even noticed it?

It seems like she read my mind “Oh, we’ve been constantly contacting each other since prom night and earlier he said he wanted to meet me. I was at the bank that time, mom asked me to make a deposit and I said to him that I’m going here, so we met here. And-“ I saw her blush before she continued “He confessed to me and I still can’t believe my crush likes me back.” She slightly squealed.

I felt like a bucket of ice cold water was poured on me. The whole night I continued to fake smiles and laughter.

Peniel is a gentleman and very kind, even to me. Whenever he asks her something, he’ll never forget to include me in the conversation. He’ll crack jokes about the characters in the movie that’ll make her laugh, from time to time he’ll feed her popcorn. I think I watched them more than the movie.

Her smile was different that time, she was blooming and oh how beautiful her lips curve up into a smile and her eyes formed tears from too much laughing.

I really wish that it was me making her laugh like that, making her eyes disappear to thin lines, making her happy.

It was supposed to be just the two of us.

It should’ve been me.

If only I was a little braver.

When you’re tired, when the tears fall out

Just remember this one

You are more precious than me

I will hold your two hands, I’ll be here

We graduated high school and we went to different universities. I majored in music while she majored in architecture. Albeit having different schools, we still had the same schedule. Peniel goes to the same university with Melody but they have different schedules so I still go home with her since our schools were just near to each other.

That’s the only time I can catch up things with her because her free days are for Peniel.

Now how can I argue with that?

I just can’t, because I’m only the bestfriend and he is the boyfriend. I let it be.

I tried getting out of this one-sided feelings by focusing on my studies, composing songs, spending time with my family and other friends.

But at the end of the day, it’s still her.

I also tried to look at other girls. I was in my last year in the university when this girl in one of my classes gave me homemade chocolates on Valentine’s Day and she confessed to me thru a letter.

I gave it a shot and dated her. I thought I was happy with her and that I have moved on but every time I’m with her, Melody was all I could think of. When she took care of me when I had a fever and I was at school, I remembered how Melody always bring me herbal drinks whenever I’m sick.

Every thing she does reminded me of Melody. We were nearing our anniversary when I decide to tell her how I really feel. I thought that I can reciprocate fully what she felt for me so I tried to focus on just us and we’ve come this far, but I guess my heart was really held by someone else.

It was New Year’s Eve, and I know how she loves watching fireworks so I took her to the rooftop of our school building because that is where it can be seen clearer and it’ll feel more closer.

As expected, she was very happy when it started “I feel like I can reach them with my hands.” She said chuckling and she looked at me “Thank you Hyunsik” she rested her head on my shoulder.

I thought about Melody again. We didn’t really had much time to talk with each other because college life had been busier and also we had different schedules now so we rarely see each other.

Is she also happy watching the fireworks now?

“Sami.” I held the hands of my girlfriend “I am glad that you liked it.” I brushed my thumb against the back of her hand and I inhaled deeply “I have been nothing but happy these past months. I realized you are a wonderful person as I got to know you more.” My eyes never left hers as I say those words.

“But I can’t go on with this anymore. When I’m with you, I can’t help but also think about her. I felt like I was cheating on you and you don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve me.” This time my gaze dropped to our hands, I swallowed hard “I’m sorry, I’m in love with someone else.”

I was waiting for her to cry and be angry with me but instead she gave my hand a squeeze and she lifted my chin so that we were face to face again.

“I know.” I was surprised with her reply

“When we took pictures in the photo booth in an arcade, you went to the restroom and left your wallet with me, our pictures came out and I decided to put it in your wallet.” She paused for a while “But when I opened it, I saw your picture with her. And I recalled the many times I’ve seen you staring at it, the happy tone of your voice and the different glint in your eyes whenever you mentioned her name to me. It made me jealous but I didn’t say it to you.”

My heart was breaking, that day we went to the arcade was our first date as a couple. I didn’t remove my picture with Melody because I didn’t have to. Or maybe… I didn’t want to.

“And that time when you introduced us to each other, I saw how you looked at her and I know that you’ll never look at me the way you do to her.” Her voice faded and she cleared her throat before continuing “This was the day that I feared the most, but I still prepared my heart for it. So don’t feel too bad, okay?” she smiled even though her eyes were glassy, she was fighting back her tears.

I pulled her into a hug “You are beautiful inside and out, someone is out there waiting for you and you deserve his full attention and love. You deserve to be really happy.” And I sincerely do want her to find the love and happiness that I can’t give “Thank you Sami, thank you for everything.”

She hugged me tighter, her voice was faltering “Thank you too, Hyunsik. I wish you luck and hope you’d be happy too.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you very much” I ended the call and shouted with glee “Yes!” I was accepted at Cube Entertainment and will become part of the music production team. It is a step closer in reaching my dream to become a producer.

I instantly thought of going to Melody. I want her to be the first one to know. After being an intern for a year and a half, she also got accepted in her dream company. As for Peniel, he went back to the US because his family misses him and so does he so when he got the opportunity to work there, he didn’t let the chance slip away.

Melody was hesitant about the long distance relationship at first but she didn’t want it to look like she was keeping him away from his family.

It was okay at first, Peniel’s contract there is 3 years and they’re halfway through the LDR. But as months passed by, even if she doesn’t say it, I noticed that Melody got sadder. She told me they rarely talk now and sometimes Peniel would sleep in the middle of their conversation because of the different time zones and he got busier as work loads got heavier.

I stood outside her apartment door and rang the doorbell, no one answered. I rang it another time. Still, no answer. I purposely didn’t text her for I wanted to say the good news to her personally. But, she’s not at home.

Where could she be?

I fished out my phone from my pocket, I was about to dial her number when it buzzed and musical notes appeared on the screen.

“Hyuuuuunshiiiik… he he he” she said on the other line when I answered.

“Melody, where are you? Are you drunk?” I quickly noticed the way she spoke.

She stifled a laugh “Nooooo…. We came heeeere… last time…. Changsub’s birthdaaay… lights are really pretty here.. you know?” she giggled in between her words

“Stay there okay? I’m going to you.” I hurriedly drove to the bar where our friend Changsub had his birthday party last week. I hope she’s not too drunk, people might take advantage of her.

My worries subsided a little when I saw her sitting on the gutter just outside the bar. Melody was clutching her bag and she rested her left cheek on top of it. I can’t help but admire her peaceful face. I crouched down and woke her up “Melody” I slightly shook her arm “Come, on I’ll take you home.”

She lifted her head. She smiled widely as soon as she recognized me. “sikkieeee” her limbs encircled my arm and pulled it close to her “you smell niiiice… he he” I chuckled at her actions. Whenever she’s drunk, she’s clingy and tends to say a lot of cringey things.

She let go of my arm and looked at me again “You” she pointed at my face “cutieeee… you look so cute todaaay” I stifled a laugh “You think so?”

She nodded “Uh-huh… you’re Mr. Im Cutesik todaaay.. cutesik… cutesikkieee... cutiesikkie” she sing sang and I swear my heart fluttered.

I made her stand up and supported her body as I walk her to the car. She was still chanting the nickname until we reached her place.

I sat her on the sofa and she leaned sideways, her hair covering her face and within seconds, I heard small sobs. I sat next to her and reached for her hand “Hey, what’s the matter?”

She didn’t say anything and cried louder. I wrapped her in my arms, it was the first time I saw her cry like that. She usually cry over sad songs and movies but not like this. This was different. She was crying her heart out.

I wanted to punch whatever or whoever hurt her.

When she calmed down she leaned back on the sofa “We’re over-” she sniffed “We fight every time we talk… I’m so tired of it.” the sadness in her voice made my heart ache “Peniel... he- he’s going to stay there for good.” She cried again after that.

I brought her to bed when she stopped crying and tucked her in “You’re tired, sleep now.”

She clutched the hem of my shirt “Don’t leave me.” She said in a weak voice

I nodded and smiled to assure her “I won’t.”

I lied down beside her. Her eyes slowly closed when I ran my fingers through her hair and started to hum a lullaby.

I watched her sleep that night. She tossed and turned, her legs and arms were going everywhere, and her mouth was slightly opened. It was a funny scene to look at and she must’ve been really tired and sad.

But even with those things, she still looks beautiful to me.

So you can be happy, you can always laugh

I will always be there

Every moments of moments

I promise to protect you

The day after she got drunk, I took care of her. I learned that Peniel’s contract was extended and he decided to stay there for good. The relationship didn’t work out anymore and they didn’t end on a good note.

Since then I told myself that I wouldn’t let anything or anyone make her cry like she did that night again. I wanted to help her move on and so I did.

But, it was not easy. She still cried for more than a week or two so I encouraged her to do new hobbies and focus on other things like playing sports, or video games, tuning in to k-pop and stuffs, travelling to different countries and I slowly observed her improvement because I am with her in every step of the way.

She was getting better everyday and when I saw her beautiful smile more often, I know that the Melody I knew is back. She may not have totally gotten over him but at least she’s not crying anymore.

I started writing a song and this time I want to sing it to her personally, conveying all my feelings for her. Nothing is holding me back this time.

In more or less 2 days, I have finished the song and I called her to meet up with me later that day. I brought my guitar with me and also bought her favorite peonies.

I put in my whole heart to the song. It portrays the things I want to say to her and to remind her over and over how she is important to me and that I’ll never leave her side.

This time, I’ll confess with no hesitation. I’ll tell her that I love her and that from the start it has always been her.

I’ll never forget that day.

Because that day, was the turning point of my life.

Thank you that you are there for me

you are here

I promise that I will love you forever

Baby, baby you are the one

When I wrote this song, I thought of marrying her. I promised to myself that one day, in God’s will, I’ll sing it to her as her groom.

Now that I am here in front of Melody, singing the song I wrote for her and she was wearing a wedding dress, it was like a dream come true.

So you can be happy, you can always laugh

I will always be there

Every moments of moments

I promise to protect you

I sang my whole heart out looking at her, I saw how her two orbs shined, how her smile reached her eyes, how stunning she is.

The entire song I was looking at her.

Even though she looked at someone else.

Her happy eyes and wide smile were for the man beside her.

She is the bride.

But the groom is not me.

That day when I decided to confess for real, she didn’t show up. It turned out that the man she had always loved came back to her that same day.

Peniel left everything to be with Melody and they got back together and a year after, they decided to get married.

I never really got the chance to say to her how I feel. But at least as a singer for their wedding, I was lucky that I can sing it to her.

When you’re tired, when the tears fall out

Just remember this one

You are more precious than me

I will hold your two hands, I’ll be here

I will never forget the first time we met. I’ll always keep in my heart the memories I had with her, and the things she does and likes to do.

I will never leave her side whenever things get tough and I’ll always be the bestfriend whenever she needs one.

I will always remember her beautiful eyes that twinkled, her beautiful laugh that resonated, her beautiful mind that thinks, her beautiful heart that loves and always cares and all the beautiful things about her.

And I’ll always be here for her.

My Beautiful Melody

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ladye11e · 7 years

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Blades, Trains, Assassins, Thieves pt 9

SFW

Word count:3376

Characters:Jacob Frye x Reader

Tagging @geekgoddess813 @swiggle-muffin @sweet-flash @thank-god-its-fryeday 😍

Without anywhere else to go, you decided to hideout in the train for a while, much to Jacob’s delight, but it was beginning to drive you insane. Being left to your own devices for the most part, the current assassin missions either too dangerous or didn’t warrant a thief, left you mulling about and wondering what to do about your store.

Picking up your fathers journal that Jacob had managed to sneak in and get for you, before being thrown out by several policemen that even Freddie didn’t have any sway over, you curled up on the sofa and flicked through the book until you came to a blank page.

About an hour later, you smiled to yourself when you heard familiar heavy footsteps clambering about on the roof, looking up to see Jacob drop down in front of the door, completely covered in what looked like soot.

“What on earth have you been doing??”

You squirmed when he flashed you a beaming smile and dropped down in the seat next to you, draping his arm over your shoulder and kissing your cheek, leaving a huge black mark across your face.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know. What you got there?”

Grinning when you passed him the book to show him the brass knuckles you had designed, you burst out laughing when his eyes lit up and began nodding furiously.

“Oh you know me so well! Can you make it? Maybe two, those Templars won’t know what hit them.”

Taking the book back off him and snapping it shut, you got up off the sofa and sighed, dropping it down on the nearby desk and rubbed at your cheek with the cuff of your coat when you saw your reflection in the window.

“I would love to, but no forge, remember?”

Jacob jumped up and spun you around, wrapping his arms around you tightly and kissed you, covering your face in the black dust again.

“I said I’ll get it back for you, and I will. Even if I have to take on the whole bloody police force, I will.”

Chuckling to yourself when you could actually imagine him doing that, your attention snapped to the door when Henry walked in, immediately lowering his gaze to the ground when he saw you.

“Oh. I was just looking for Evie, I’ll come back later….”

Slithering out from Jacob’s embrace and gesturing for him to give you and Henry a moment alone, you scoffed when he pouted and took two whole steps towards the other side of the carriage. Turning your attention back to Henry, you couldn’t help but blush when he was now staring at the very window that he saw you pushed up against earlier in the week. Clearing your throat and stepping towards him, you lay your hand on his arm and decided not to acknowledge the embarrassing situation that you had gotten in, but apologize for the blighter catastrophe now that you had finally gathered up the nerve after avoiding him for the best part of a month.

“Henry, I’m so sorry for what I did. I didn’t mean… I shouldn’t have.. Oh bloody hell, this sounded so much better in my head.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when Henry chuckled and hugged you briefly, before brushing your face with the back of his hand to get some of the dirt off.

“I could never stay cross at you (name), just promise me that next time you will speak to me first?”

“I promise. Evie went out not too long ago, said she was meeting someone named Clara?”

Noticing that Henry’s hand was now grubby, you pulled out your handkerchief and wiped the smudge off it before trying to clean up your own face, letting out an exasperated sigh when Jacob walked up behind you and rubbed his cheek against yours, making your efforts completely futile.

“Well, I better get going, have fun getting yourselves cleaned up.”

Grumbling to yourself as you watched Henry smirk at you and hastily jump off the train, you dropped the now black handkerchief on the floor and turned to face Jacob, who now had his eyebrows raised in confusion.

“What was all that about? He can’t still be that pissed about what happened at the station?”

“No, everythings fine, it doesn’t matter. You do realise that you’re absolutely filthy?”

You shrieked when he winked at you suggestively and quickly swept you off of your feet, carrying you back over to the sofa and ungraciously sitting down with you in his lap.

“When it comes to you, I can be extremely filthy.”

Giggling when he nuzzled into your neck and his fingers began massaging the inside of your thigh, your mouth dropped when he whispered something in your ear. You bit your lip in trying to stop a smile from creeping up your face when he looked back up at you, but your eyes obviously gave you away when he gave you a rather enticing wink.

“Oh you like that idea do you?”

Fiddling with the coin around his neck, you gave up trying to hide your expression, grinning widely and nodding.

“Mmmm, god you’re amazing. But unfortunately thats going to have to wait, we need to go in a few minutes.”

“Where are we going?”

Getting up and trying to brush yourself off to at least look a bit more presentable, you abandoned your attempts with a huff when Jacob jumped up next to you and grinned, drawing his initials on your cheeks with the soot.

“Lambeth. There’s someone who you could probably help.”

Following Jacob in through some random front door without even knocking, your eyebrows raised in wonder when you noticed that you weren’t in a house, but a rather large room with alot of instruments and apparatus laying about.

“Aleck? You here?”

You stood back when a smartly dressed man poked his head around the corner, not at all concerned that there were two people stood in the middle of his workshop unannounced.

“Ah Jacob, been hard at work I see. Have you seen Starricks latest lies?”

You cocked your head to one side as the man passed Jacob a newspaper, quite surprised that he had a thick Scottish accent.

“Lies? In a newspaper? I’m astonished. How’s the darts coming along?” Jacob asked in a sarcastic tone as he handed him back the paper.

“Not quite finished I’m afraid, I’ve completed the serum, but the dart mechanism isn’t working correctly.”

Stepping forward when Aleck presented a syringe type item to Jacob, the corner of your mouth twitched when you spotted what was wrong with it almost immediately. Jacob, noticing your expression, passed it to you so you could look at it closer for a moment, smirking when you fumbled in your pocket and pulled out a small file.

“Aleck, this is (name), she’s on our side. (Name) this is Aleck Bell, an inventor.”

Using the file to ping off an extra piece of metal on the side of the tube that would no doubt cause any kind of mechanism to jam, you gave it back to Jacob and extended your hand to the Scotsman, who now looked quite impressed.

“Pleasure to meet you Mister Bell. Your design was slightly flawed, but I’ve fixed it. It should work now.”

Smiling when he took your hand in both of his, it soon dropped when he shook it a little too enthusiastically, making you twist out of his grip before he pulled your arm off.

“The pleasures all mine my dear. Tell me, are you an inventor also?”

“Me? God no, just a blacksmith. Jacob, does it fit now?”

Spinning around to see Jacob grinning and slide the vial neatly into his gauntlet, you breathed a sigh of relief that what you had done actually worked, and you hadn’t made a fool out of yourself.

“Excellent. A blacksmith you say? Would you mind giving me your opinion on another of my inventions? Oh and Mister Frye, I intercepted a line, mentioning cargo that contains our cable lines had been seized at College Wharf.”

“Well then, I suppose i better go unseize it. (Name) will you stay here? I wont be long, especially with this new toy.”

Chuckling at his enthusiasm for his new contraption, you shooed him off when he grabbed you around the waist and kissed you quickly, eager to find out what Aleck wanted you to look at.

“So, you and Mister Frye?”

Following him to his workbench where he picked up a flask and spilt two drops into a dish, you gingerly plucked up some weird metal device off of the counter top, fiddling with it and wondering what on earth it could be.

“Yes. So what is it you wanted me to look at?”

“Ah god damn it!”

Flinging the curved piece of metal across the counter and grasping your finger tightly, you winced when a trickle of blood dripped down the side of your hand.

“Are you alright? Here, let me take a look.”

Holding out your hand to Aleck when he came rushing over with a cloth and wound it tightly around your fingers, you cursed under your breath for having cut yourself yet again. Whining when he pulled the fabric away to see how bad it was, you scowled when you saw quite a deep gash down the side of your index finger.

“Thats pretty bad, hold it tight, I shall get you a bandage.”

Squeezing as hard as you could to stop the bleeding, you were grateful that he came back quickly and pulled up a stool inches from yours, and began cleaning up your hand.

“Im sorry for getting blood everywhere, Im usually really good at this kind of thing. Guess I’m just not great in using other people’s tools.”

“Oh hush, you’re doing a marvellous job. It took me days to build just one of those things, and you have managed three in the past few hours.”

Staring at your hand as he wound the bandage firmly around your finger, you couldn’t help but notice that he was trembling slightly.

“Aleck, are you okay?”

“Erm, yes, just a little squeamish when it comes to blood. Pitiful I know.”

Taking his hands in yours when he finished doing the dressing, you gave him a broad smile and tried to take his mind off of it.

“Yet here you are, fixing me up. That’s incredibly brave to face something that scares you.”

“Trust me, I’m not brave, I feel like I’m about to throw up.”

“You better not, this is a new shirt!”

You both burst out laughing at the same time, stopping instantly when you turned your head towards the door at the sound of Jacob clearing his throat.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Aleck dropped your hands and jumped up out of the chair faster than you’d ever seen anyone move before, your eyebrows raising as you saw that Jacob was smiling, but his voice didn’t match his expression.

“Not at all. Just had a bit of an accident, Mister Bell was just fixing me up. How did the mission go?”

You clenched your teeth together when Jacob grasped your hand and inspected the bandage, his eyes narrowing slightly as he turned his attention to Aleck.

“I can answer that, you have triumphed once again Mister Frye!”

“Wait, how do you know that?” Jacob asked, his voice still laced with slight annoyance.

“We have entered the age of communication remember? I have already received word that the shipment has arrived safe and sound, thanks to you.”

Unwinding your dressing when you felt your hand starting to go numb because it was so tight, you stifled a chuckle when Aleck turned away quickly so he didn’t see your wound. Now that it had stopped bleeding, you held up your finger so Jacob could see the cut, flinching when his brow furrowed and he kissed the tip.

“So what else was in the shipment Aleck? There were too many blighters for it just to contain cable lines.”

“Ah, I’m afraid that Starricks poison has made it’s way to the open market.”

Jumping down off the stool when Jacob gestured that it was time to go, you quickly picked up the cloth and wiped the traces of your blood off the piece of metal you had cut yourself on and handed it to Aleck, so he could finish the infernal thing himself.

“Well, if Starrick thinks that will stop us, he’s wrong. Shall we be off?”

Waving to Bell as you followed Jacob out the door, you brow furrowed in confusion slightly when you walked side by side down the street in complete silence. Picking up your pace slightly so that you got in front of him, you stopped and turned to face him, your eyes narrowing as he just stared over your shoulder into the distance.

The corner of you mouth twitched when you suddenly realised what was wrong, so you lay your hands on his shoulders and jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing your lips against his firmly, ignoring the comments of the startled onlookers. It didn’t take long for him to return the kiss, you let out a gentle sigh when you felt his hands on your hips, and his tense posture quickly melting away. Pulling back to see his usual cheeky expression had returned, you tapped him on the nose with your good hand and tutted.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, just so you know.”

Holding on tighter as he carried on walking with you around his waist, you laughed at the woman who was briskly walking in the other direction, scoffing and covering her childs eyes with her hand.

“Jealous? I’m not jealous.”

“If you say so. Are you going to put me down? Or do you plan on carrying me all the way back to the train?”

You giggled when his hands wove around you, kissing you again then apologising when he bumped into a group of men who were deep in conversation. He dropped you down when you reached the end of the street, his attention snapping to an older gentleman with a bushy white beard who was yelling at another man that was jumping into a carriage.

“Mr Darwin? What’s all that about?”

You just managed to stifle your laughter when the man held on tightly to the door handle as the cart sped away, yanking it clean off and throwing it to the ground in annoyance.

“That is Richard Owen! A vile, despicable man!”

“Really? Could have sworn you were close friends” Jacob scoffed.

“Wait, Mr Owen works at the asylum…. He would know who makes the syrup! Get him! Get him!”

Breaking into a sprint behind Jacob when he immediately ran off in the direction that the man was travelling, you felt slightly smug when you managed to keep up with very little effort. Jumping up into a nearby empty carriage so you could gain some ground on the man, you were quite surprised when Jacob passed you the reins.

“Get as close as you can, and try to keep us steady.”

Nodding and cracking the reins, you managed to catch up to the other cart quickly, pulling up to the side of it in a steady path as Jacob climbed up onto the roof.

“Go find Evie!” Jacob shouted as he jumped across to the other carriage and pushed the driver into the road, taking his place in the front seat.

Slowing down and pulling up to the side of the street, your heart jumped into your throat when you watched Jacob drive more recklessly than usual, slamming the carriage into nearby objects, in what you guessed was his attempt to scare the man into giving him the information he needed. Now he was out of sight, you slowly walked down the street in the direction of the train station, wondering just how on earth you were going to find Evie this time of evening.

Stopping in your tracks when you heard alot of commotion from the other side of the street, your eyes narrowed when you saw four blighters circling a young woman dressed in green and yellow. Picking up your pace so you got close enough for them to hear you, the corner of your mouth twitched when you saw who it was.

“Oi! John, piss off and leave her alone!”

You just managed to suppress your laughter when the big blighter turned to face you, noticing quickly that he had a black eye and several lumps and bruises all over him.

“For you my dear, anything. You still owe me for that beatin’ I took helping you out though.”

Pulling a face and shooing him away when he waved at you and began walking off with his colleagues in the opposite direction, your brow furrowed in confusion when you saw the girl was now scowling at you.

“Erm, you okay? Bloody cowards, four of them ganging up on you like that.”

“I don’t need your help. Least of all from some blighters fancy bit.” She spat at you whist brushing herself off and pulling her waistcoat straight.

“Hmph. You’re welcome. And I’m not some blighters ‘fancy bit’ thank you very much.”

“Coulda fooled me. Great, now I’m late meetin Miss Evie.”

Your eyes widened and you started following her as she began walking away, much to her obvious annoyance.

“Wait, I need to talk to Evie, where is she? I’m (name) by the way.”

Nearly crashing into the back of the girl when she suddenly stopped and turned to face you in astonishment, you smiled brightly in hopes that she would let her guard down and tell you where her boss was.

“Mary. You know Miss Evie? How?”

“Nice to meet you Mary. I’ve been helping her for a while now, hopefully that proves I’m not a blighter, I wouldn’t be standing here if I were.”

Letting out a sigh of relief when her face softened slightly, you carried on walking beside her when she gestured for you to follow, hoping that you weren’t walking into some kind of ambush.

“Good point. Miss Evie’s definitely not someone you should mess with! She’s this way, scouting out a gang hideout.”

“Thanks. So you’re a Rook? What made you join them?”

Grinning when she walked taller as you said this, the slight nerves you had about following her drifted away as she began gushing about being part of the gang.

“I worked in a factory near here, boss treated us something terrible, and used kids to work the machinery. Miss Evie set us all free, so doing all I can to repay the favour. Then of course, there’s her brother.”

Your ears pricked up and you looked at her out of the corner of your eye, smirking when you knew what was coming next, given the expression on her face.

“Jacob? What about him?”

“Are you kidding?! Have you actually seen him? Apart from being rediculously attractive, and strong, charming, and the way he fights…. Oh the things I could do to that man.”

Dropping back slightly so she couldn’t see the smug look on your face, a pang of wickedness erupted inside you, and you decided to continue with the conversation.

“Well, I suppose he’s okay, I guess. Does he know how you feel?”

“Okay? Just okay? Are you blind or something?! I have tried, but he’s not done anything, yet. Just a matter of time. He’s got alot on his mind at the moment.”

Stopping when you got to the outskirts of the Southwark gang hideout, you spied the familiar black smoke from the Fryes train, and figured it would be best to wait for Evie there, rather than interrupted her while she was scouting.

“Hmmm, I see. Well thanks for your help Mary, I’ll find Evie on my own from here. Nice to meet you.”

You quickly ran off in the direction of the tracks grinning to yourself, but also trying to ignore the sudden twinge of guilt that pulled in your chest for not saying anything as you left the Rook staring at you, with a rather dumbfounded look on her face.

#sfw #jacob frye #fanfic #assassins creed syndicate #ac syndicate #assassinscreed #reader insert #This is becoming a long ass fic lol

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theguywiththesixthsense-blog · 7 years

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-x Day 24 x-

I slept till 1 today which i absolutely hate about today but my body was super weak yesterday so meh..

From maghrib time today i have been outside running in the heat constantly moving around. At first i walked all the way to the computer market then went to a mosque nearby to pray isha cz all shops are closed during ramadaan from maghrib to isha and then prayed 4 rakah tarawi and went out to buy a router and cable so i can bring the internet from downstairs to my house. Why ? because this is the 4th time this month my internet gave up on me and im honestly sick of calling up STC and complaining at this point. Anyways so my body still hurts a lot and that is why i am blogging so late today. After i bought everything which btw was amazing i mean the price i got for the items Alhamdulillah so i came home and set everything up internet was working fine Alhamdulillah for a while and then all of sudden it just goes off and im sitting here wondering uh-oh now dad will kill me and never let me take a line from others ever again. Cz he was against the idea as usual but i wanted to show him the difference between fibre and normal line. So i can convince him to keep this one but as you can already tell not a good start so far. So im not entirely sure what went wrong im assuming someone from downstairs unplugged my wire by mistake anyways have to check that but they are not at home atm so im waiting and its 12:56 am now. Seems like my plan of sleeping early and waking up early and going out for a walk to work out isn't starting tomorrow either. *sigh*.

Have to talk about two things first is referring to my last blog before leaving riyadh for Makkah about why i get so broken and dead inside before going to Makkah. well theres a couple of reasons actually

1) There are two events that took place in my life which i think shaped my personality a lot, and both of these events just happen to be about a trip to Makkah. First one was way back when i was tiny. I think i was only 3 years old or maybe even younger not sure, when my parents decided, well more like my Dad decided, to leave me at his relatives house and go for Hajj. Yes, they left, a 3 year old who probably just learned that people other than his parents exist in this world, in a completely new house that this kid has never been in before. I don't remember much about the experience but i remember few things like the fact that i didn't eat or drink anything for two days because i was confused and angry at my mom as to why she would leave me like this. Anyways that without a doubt messed up my mind a lot especially during that age when my brain was supposed to develop and my personality was just starting to take shape.

2) Another event was a couple of years ago actually when i was in Grade 7 or 8 maybe not entirely sure. Before stating this i should probably state a few facts about me. I never lived alone on my own never in my life. I always had my mom with me wherever i went never had to stay away from her in my life until this even happened... So my Dad ( haha surprise surprise its him again ) yeah so he decided that his son who never lived alone in his life before can now automatically learn to live without his mom and not only that but he can also adjust to a completely new environment for 5 days straight without his mom. Basically what he did was he sent mom to BD without me. First night itself was hell for me i remember talking to mom before she took off and then just couldnt hold back my tears i cried all night that day alone in my room. Anyways morning rolled up and instantly got busy playing and stuff so it wasn't so bad until ( surprise surprise its him again ) my Dad told me that he wants to go pray 40 salahs with the first takbeer in Makkah and he wants me to go with him. I mean i was very little and i didn't really care much or understood what i was getting myself into at that point. So yeah 5 Days from Zuhr to Isha after tarawi ( yeah this was during ramadaan ) i had to be in the mosque with him sitting at one place because if we leave he won't be able to get the next salah with the first takbeer. There was no internet no nothing which meant all i could think off was mom at that point and no i wasn't even given a chance to talk to my mom. I specifically remember him telling me once when i just couldn't take it anymore and i burst out crying to him saying i miss mom, he replied by arguing and saying why do you miss her ? she is enjoying herself in bd she isn't thinking about you stop thinking about her so much... Anyways so from Zuhr till tarawi no food no chance to keep my brain busy so i don't miss mom so much. This went for 5 days straight so just imagine what my developing brain was going through at this point. Anyways 5 days are over and now its time to go to Madinah where he wants to spend two days before heading back to riyadh. This is when i fell awefully sick and he had to leave the next day back to riyadh. Because for him 'mental health' is a myth. Only when you are physically ill is when you need to take action.

3) This one has a lot to do with her. The time span of my life during which i met her was a crucial part of me 'growing up'. When i met her i fell for her instantly and surrendered myself completely to her and handed her my heart completely. She became a part of everything in my life. Eating, Drinking, sleeping, everything... She was 'home' for me. Everytime i am away from her i would feel homesick. I would feel aweful like im missing a big part of me. And what i mean by 'away from her' is basically going away from doing something that i do regularly on a daily basis, because like i said... she was home. So that means whenever i would do something out of ordinary it would kill me to not have her beside me doing whatever im doing, with me. My mind had become set to the fact that as long as she was with me nothing in this world could scare me, but if she isn't there with me, i become empty... homeless. So whenever i travel away from home i get all those feelings always.

So yeah all three of those reasons combined would be the cause of me falling into a pitfall of depression whenever the time comes for me to go to Makkah, or anywhere away from home.

I was supposed to blog about my trip to Makkah but i am exhausted already after typing all these >_<

Its 2:00am already ugh no sleep today i guess. I'll watch the rest of Re:Zero now in bed and fall asleep if i feel really sleepy. Self reminder : Still have to pray witr so make sure you pray Tahajjud today.

Just wanted to mention the fact that Alhamdulillah i am up to date with reading the Quran and trying to finish it during Ramdaan. I am actually proud of myself for once that so far i have manged to stay on course. I fixed a rule that i am going to read 5 pages after every salah NO MATTER WHAT. So i made sure i did that and mashaAllah i managed to keep it consistent so far. I just made sure i dont give into ANY whispers at all from shaytaan while im reading it. 'lets leave these 2 pages for the next salah' or 'lets leave this 1 page only for next salah its okay its just one' or even 'lets leave these 5 ayats onlyyy' NOPE not giving into you shaytaan not this time. I know how your tricks work. Start by something slow and then get to something big later. N-O-P-E .

May Allah protect us all and give us strength to ignore shaytaan's whispers.

PS: i really do want to a lot more than just reading the Quran. I really need to read tafseer. Its actually quite interesting.

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kai-fawn · 7 years

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Got tagged by @wonderseverythingabove, thank you for tagging me ^^

Five Things You’ll Find In My Bag

1. A lot of pens and pencils in my shark etui 2. A stash of different pain killers 3. Phone charger cables and tablet cable 4. A wireless mouse 5. Allergy pills

Five Things In My Bedroom: 1. Anime figures/figma’s .. (Im trash..) 2. Posters 3. Clothes thrown everywhere ( my room is a mess ahhhh) 5. Manga...

Five Things I’ve Always Wanted To Do In My Life: 1.Learn to play piano 2.Travel to cool places 3.Sky dive maybe 4.Go scuba diving

Five Things That Make Me Happy:

1.Animals

2.My ships and favorite characters

3.When my art turns out alright

4. when there is an update to fics I like

5.When someone gives me positive attention

Five Things On My To-Do List:

1. Write an internship report 2.Find a second place to go for internship 3. Make a presentation about my internship 4. Change up my portfolio 5. Finish line arting some art and continue with my animation

Five Things People May Not Know About Me: 1. I always walk around the house wrapped in a blanket, blankets are life 2.I used to study metal Technics 3. I study animation now 4. I used to really, really love dinosaurs as a kid, they’re still rad ofcourse though I have forgotten most of the info I had of them as a child 5 I have a shiro and lance charm hanging on my phone because I love my children

Name?: Kai

Nicknames?: Kai.. I don’t rlly think I have a nick name, I dunno

Zodiac?: Virgo

Sexual Orientation?: Pan

Ethnicity?: Surinamese/Dutch both my parents are rlly mixed

Favorite Fruit?: melon

Favorite Season?: spring

Favorite Flower?: I don’t know much about flowers but water lilly’s are pretty cool

Favorite Scent?: faint sweet smells, neutral smells

Favorite Animal?: dude... that’s so hard..I love too many.. I like the build of big cats such as tigers but I also rlly like canine types..but shark’s are cool too but small rodent types like rats or ferrets. Ahhh I love animals too much I’d probably choose canine types like coyotes or wolves or dogs like huskies but deers are so majestic too... it’s hard man..

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate?: Tea

Cat or dog?: probably dogs but I rlly like cats too

Dream Trip?: Go to New Zealand or Japan

Number of Followers?: 658 tho I maybe only talk with like 3

What do I post about?: mainly my ships or fandoms, my aesthetics and horrible memes, I sometimes post some art

Do I get asks on a regular basis?: Nah, It’s rare that I get an ask

Favorite Band?: Don’t rlly have one but have been listening to ‘’glass animals’’ the last few days

Aesthetic?: Nature, pastel colors, dusk or the way sun hits certain things sometimes, abandoned areas, places or moments that seem almost unreal, comfortable silence between people that travel together, soft long sounds like the wind or music that makes you float, soft minimalistic places, bruises and blood, Dark clothes

Fictional Character I’d Date?: Takashi Shirogane because he seems like a rlly great and nice guy plus I love his entire character design, buff, the robot arm, the scar, the hair, his eyeliner, heck yehhhh

Hogwarts House?: Ravenclaw

Rules: BOLD or star the statements that are true for you!

APPEARANCE: I am 5'7" or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have a slight 4pack if I flex does that count? I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY: I love meeting new people- I’m kinda shy but new ppl are cool People tell me that I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: I can sing well -I have been told so, I don’t think I’m that bad I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping ( I can do 20 but not 30 haha) I’m a fast runner I can draw well - I sure hope so, this is what my study’s all about, it’s about the only thing I sorta can do I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for under a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: I enjoy playing sports- sorta tho I’m not actually allowed to play quite a few of them I’m thecnically not even allowed to run but come on... I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing -for myself I do or have done martial arts- it was MMA for school a few times does that count?

EXPERIENCES: I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts- of mice&men at the time

RELATIONSHIPS: I’m in a relationship I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE: I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close at my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CD’s I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT: I have breakdanced I know a person named Jamie -it’s spelled Jamy but yeh, my sister I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages I have made a new friend in the past year

I tag who ever wants to do this

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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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724.

If you have a job, how long is your shift? >> I don’t have a job.

What was the last thing you received in an envelope? >> I... am not sure. I don’t get a whole lot of mail.

Do you ever wear your hair in a pony tail? >> My hair is like a quarter-inch long.

When was the last time you got a new phone? >> A couple of years ago, I think.

Do you wear your watch on your left or right arm? >> I don’t wear a watch.

What was the last kind of pop you drank? >> Sprite.

Do you think you’re single because you repel the opposite sex? >> I’m not single nor do I care if I “repel” anyone or not. I’m not looking to be attractive to anyone in the first place.

What language did you take up in high school? >> My father pressured me into taking French in ninth grade, but three months in I was sent South, and they only had Spanish at the tiny high school I was enrolled in there. So I took Spanish. And then I got no credit for that year (I don’t remember why, now, but I went through a lot of bullshit in that school in general), so when I took Spanish again in senior year (back up North, in a different high school), I had to take 101 over again. Which is how I ended up with a 100% on the final exam.

Why are you home? >> Because we’re all state-mandated to sit in our houses for the foreseeable future. Not that I’m usually out anywhere on a Wednesday evening, though.

Do you like sunflowers? >> That’s my favourite flower.

Whose bedroom were you in last? >> The only other bedroom I’m ever in is Sparrow’s, and that’s usually just briefly.

Are you counting down for anything? >> No. What’s there even to count down to, at this point.

Are you watching TV? What’s on? >> No.

Have you ever been bitten by a mosquito? >> Yep.

Do you have a sweatshirt on right now? >> Nope.

Where is your ex? >> ---

Have any pictures on your dresser mirror? >> The mirror is on the vanity, not the dresser, and there are no pictures on it.

Did you hang out with anyone today? What did you do? >> Just Sparrow, because we live together. We didn’t do anything specific, we were just doing our own normal activities in the same room.

Have you had any beer this week? >> Yeah, Royal Oak’s French Toast Devil Dog stout. I’m always more likely to try beers that have a dog on the label, and this one ended up being a recent favourite.

What channel did you last watch on tv? >> I don’t have cable.

What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed? >> Peach moscato.

Currently waiting on something/someone? >> No.

Last time you painted your nails? >> The last time my nails were painted, it was done in a salon. That was October.

What was the last thing you watched on television? >> Not on television, but on Netflix. I rewatched The Matrix.

Is your shirt yellow? >> No.

How old will you be in 12 months? >> 33.

What did you do last night? >> Messed around on the internet, read, waded through the agony of caffeine still tweaking around in my system and preventing me from falling asleep properly until exhaustion won the battle some two or so hours later.

What woke you up this morning? >> I don’t know, I seem to wake up at 7a most mornings lately.

Do you sleep naked? >> Absolutely not.

What should you be doing right now? >> Nothing.

Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you are now? >> I mean, I don’t recall ever having a vision of where I would be at any point in the future, so... no, naturally.

Do you have make-up on? >> No.

Have you kissed anybody in the last 4 days? >> Inworld, yes.

Have you ever held hands with someone in a car? >> Maybe. I don’t have any memory of doing so, though.

The last person you kissed name started with a J or R? >> No.

Are you taller than 5 foot 7 inches? >> No.

Would you rather be called honey or baby? >> No.

The person you have the most feelings for calls you right now, what do you do? >> ---

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? >> Because our communication is interplanar.

Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? >> Yes. Obviously I could literally go the rest of my life without smoking, but I also don’t experience a QOL loss from not smoking. (Whereas with some of these “could you go the rest of your life without [x]” questions, I feel like just because I could literally live without a thing doesn’t at all mean I want to.)

Your last kiss meant nothing to you, right? >> ???

Where is your phone? >> Right next to me.

Will you kiss the last person you kissed again? >> Of course.

What if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? >> I guess stranger things have occurred Inworld, but that’s not the sort of strange thing we’re lookin to encourage.

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? >> It’s an undershirt, I got it in a 5-pack from some big-box store or another.

Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years time? >> Well, unless something real insane happens, I’d assume so.

Would you ever try being a vegetarian? >> I was raised almost vegan (seafood was allowed), I’m quite over it.

Did anyone call you babe yesterday? >> Sparrow calls me this often enough that she probably said it yesterday.

Did you ever slam a door on someone? >> Absolutely.

Have you ever walked on the beach at night? >> Yeah.

I bet you’re thinking about someone right now? >> Yeah, I was thinking about when I went back to NYC in August 2016 and I met up with Sigma and another friend of theirs that night at Brighton Beach. Got out the booze and the DXM and it was like I’d never left.

Are you in love with someone right now? >> Pardon?

What have you watched so far today? >> The Matrix and an episode of Arrested Development.

What is the weather like right now? >> Rainy and chilly.

Are you talking to anyone on AIM right now? Who? >> I’m not IMing anyone.

What is your favorite card game? >> ---

What kind of pet do you have? Any certain breed? >> I live with a cat. I assume it’s an American shorthair or whatever.

Do you wish someone was dead? >> Nope.

What’s your favorite ice cream? >> Vanilla bean and matcha are the only ice cream I actually enjoy and don’t just... deal with.

Have you ever given a toll collector 75 cents in pennies? >> I’ve never paid a toll collector, period.

Give me the link to your favorite Youtube video: >> ---

The last time you hurt yourself-how did it happen? >> I don’t remember the last time I hurt myself.

What’s the name of dance you can actually dance to? >> I don’t know any specific dance moves. I just move naturally.

If you could have any pet you wanted, what would it be? >> ---

Did you ever have an invisible friend? >> The people I’m closest to are not visible to anyone but me.

How many emails were you sent today? >> Four or so.

Favorite sleeping position? >> On either side, depending on the night.

What are you drinking right now? >> Nothing.

What’s your favorite alcoholic drink? >> Absinthe.

How many hours of sleep do you get each night? >> Anywhere between four and nine.

Are you a good morning person? >> I like being awake in the morning.

Have you ever been on a diet? >> Well, like I said, I was raised almost-vegan. Other than that, no.

What’s your favorite dessert? >> Creme brulee is pretty good.

What was your favorite Christmas gift you got last year? >> Probably whatever Sparrow got me. I can’t remember what it was now, for whatever reason.

What have you thought up yet for this year’s list? >> I don’t keep a list. In fact, the only person I ever want gifts from is Sparrow and that’s because it’s genuinely fun to get gifts from her. I don’t enjoy getting gifts from her parents, and I’d rather they use the money for gifts for their actual family members. I don’t know why I feel this way and at this point it really doesn’t matter, because it’s not like I’m asking for much. In fact, I’m asking for nothing, lmao.

What’s the best activity you’ve done so far this summer? >> Don’t even talk about summer to me right now. I fear this whole situation is going to extend right into and through the summer, which would be my worst nightmare (aside from, like, getting the virus, obviously).

What baseball team do you root for? >> ---

#surveys #survey #random survey

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pansexualhero · 6 years

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South Africa Day 2

In the morning I stirred at 5am because all the lights were left on, and nana was walking around coughing and just doing things. I tried to just be on my phone and fall asleep again and Nana was like please help me with the kindle. I was asleep before her and after her. I swear she doesnt sleep - like a Gremlin Vampire. The pottering around was very irritating.

Anyway, wake again at 7. Had breakfast. Breakfast was good, had scrambled eggs with baked beans and mushroom on toast. Nana was irritating, talked to another couple for a very long time at breakfast, bragged about me and mostly daniel and noah. Repeated things alot, cut off the other old couple when they tried to talk.

Got dressed, the driver was meant to get us at 10. She thought it was meant to be at 7 30. We got down at 9 30 and started our tour. We went to Cable Mountain. THe tour guide was agreat, a nice break from being solely around my grandma. She was cool, used to be the absailing person up top Cable mountain and did hikes at Lions head almost every day.

Cable mountain was beautiful. The actal cable ride was so odd, the floor rotated giving us a 360 view. Up top, we got a wheelchair for nana as, on the way to the cable ride - a short walk she needed a break and cable mountain is rocky. Up top there were not many wheelchair accessible places. so we went to those places first, i took a bunch of selfies and pictures. I looked cute despite being siper hot. The lovely tour guide told me to go for a walk around. I saw this adorable little brown creature. Took a picture of him too. the walk was great, I had music playing and the view was incredible. I got a moment break from Nana.

We got back down eventually, back inthe car. we drove around for 30 minutes exploring the city. Nana interrupted the tour guides so many times and told her about sydney instead of listening to what she paid for and was just disrespectful in an old person way. but surely she didnt need to talk about sydney that much. why go to south africa if youre just gonna think about sydney.

Next we went to the noon gun. Which is a cannon that fires every day except sunday and public holidays in south africa. it was awesome. The tour guide to cover my ears and open my mouth. I covered one ear and took a picture with the other hand and opened my mouth. It felt like a punch to the chest. It was so loud and the force was to strong. It was incredible. Nana almost missed it because she spent like 5 minutes fumbling with her hearing aids. Did i mention to get nana on and off the van i had to physically lift her? lots of touching. yick. I hate all the touching nana is doing. She keeps holding my hand and touching me.

Next we went back on the city tour, which was rushed to get the noon cannon. was cool, minorly interesting. I dont think knowing the history of cities is my jam, as bad as that sounds. but i wont retain any of that information. Then we went to a diamond shop. it was really dull. I hated it. We can’t do some of the cooler things because it involves walking or uneven surfaces and such.

We got back and i was getting really agitated because nana was getting just so so much for me. I really have little tolerance for her and her telling me how lucky iam and how great she is. So i got back and had a whine to bobby. He told me to put my big girl pants on and just say im going out for a walk.

I did that and managed to get some RANS. dope. free money.

I walked to the coast bit near the hotel. I went to the art market, I had brief glimpses in but not stoked. I asked bobby is he wanted me to get him anything. He said a live snake and i was like probs not gonna happen. at that very moment i ofund a live snake museum thing. I had to pay entry. i think it was $2.50 entry? either that or 25. regardless it was good. that snakes were beautiful and big and so slithery. it was lovely.

Then i went to the food market. I wanted everything but I have dinner tonight so not going to get too full. So I bought a nice cold beer - pale ale. Really good. I bought this like weird jerky thing of some like deer animal. it was great. ate the whole bit i ate with my beer and called aaron. He was cute and stoned.

Then i sat to listen to a busker who had a lovely voice but i noticed DOGS. anyway theres this thing where dogs are kinda just displayed in the town centre to get adopted. It was really hot and the dogs were not happy. just sleeping sadly. it was sad to see but i got to pat some and that made me feel a bit better.

Started walking back and got a call from nana being like you ok? yep. but was walking back anyway so continued doing that. Now I write after being pestered alot about inconsequential details about nanas phone calls, eating habits, drinking tea. etc. shes really boring.

Anyway i try and be positive, but its really hard. right now i sit in the hotel room and she is less than a metre from me, coughing hard and definitely coughing up blood. its very gross. shes just like this everpresent force of annoyance.

I will probably eat then go for a swim after a bit. its still like 30 degrees so the pool will be lovely later.

overall day rating 5/10.

oh also, someone died right next to my old house and jamie commented that finally someone had killed me. Which like, we havent talked for over a year mate. we dont like each other. dont try and make jokes. to me I received that message as ill intent. A solid fuck you. Youre a cruel dickhead. And i wish nothing but the worst for your life. Its just expecially cruel because he didnt know I moved houses, and i hadnt been active on social media so fuck it could have been me. dick. Thanks bella for standing up for me. I value her. Everyone else who stayed quiet can shove it. But yeah i like to think im calm but nana really takes it out of me. i am rage. i just dont want to talk or be bothered, i dont want conversation. i just want quiet.

#traveljournal #travel #south africa

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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Anniversary (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Anniversary Rating: Explicit Length: 3300 Warnings: Smut (male & female receiving oral and sex) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set May 1999. Another two days without MTMF, but here I am. Back and smutty as ever. Summary: Reader and Javier celebrate their anniversary.

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“I know this is the first year,” You started as you say your suitcase down on the luggage rack, “But I wonder if they’ll ever realize why we go away at the same time every year.”

Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth and shrugged a shoulder. “Maybe.” He remarked as he pulled open the closet door and hung up the hanging suitcase. “Or they’ll think we get away as soon as school’s out.”

“Fair point.” You agreed with a nod, kicking off your shoes and perching on the foot of the bed. “So, a year in… how is this marriage thing treating you?”

“I expected a review halfway through, you know.” Javier shot back, giving you a look before he ducked into the bathroom with his shaving kit. He returned, hands tucked into the back pockets of his jeans. “I haven’t noticed too much of a change, baby.”

“Me neither.” You admitted with a soft laugh, fiddling with the ring on your left ring finger. Just for your little getaway, you had decided to wear his mother’s ring — the one Chucho had gifted you with. “I feel like nothing has really changed.”

Even at your worst, the two of you had always been solid.

He hummed in agreement as he leaned down to inspect the mini fridge, “Baby, are we going for a classy anniversary dinner or should we pregame?”

You smirked at him, reclining back on the bed. “Have you ever known me to say ‘no’ to pregaming?” You tucked your arms beneath your head, before turning to look towards the open window looking out over the balcony.

Instead of venturing across the country, the two of you had opted to stay in Miami — but at the DuPont Plaza, in the honeymoon suite that overlooked the water. A little taste of luxury and just down the road from your house seemed like the perfect way to ring in one year as a married couple.

“They’ve got peppermint vodka.” He waved the mini in front of you and you popped up to snatch it from him.

You unscrewed it and took a sip, finishing half of it off in one drink. “We need to get some of this for the liquor cabinet.” You remarked as he sat down beside you.

“I don’t get the appeal,” Javier retorted as he popped the lid off the shot of tequila and knocked it back.

“Looking to get drunk quick, babe?” You snorted, downing the last of the mini and tossing it aside on the bed.

Javier replaced the lid on his empty bottle, “Maybe. We’ve just got to go downstairs to the restaurant.”

“I think the last time you had tequila was Disney.” You gave him a pointed look.

“Oh, I’ve had it since.” He scratched at the back of his neck.

“What do you and Steve get up to when I’m not around?” You cocked your head to the side and smirked at him, “Inquiring minds would like to know.”

“Karaoke.” He shot back as he picked up the empty minis and tossed them in the garbage can on the way back to the mini fridge. “Want another?”

“I think you should have another,” You stared at him, “Because I want song names.”

“Nope.” He let the word pop out of his mouth as he grabbed the two new minis and passed the vodka to you. “That’s a need-to-know.”

You held up your hand, pointing to the ring with the bottle. “I think I’m at the top of the need-to-know.”

Javier shrugged, “Never forget why we moved to Miami.” He unscrewed the lid and took a small swig of his tequila.

You rolled your eyes, “Stephen Murphy. I’m aware.” You took a sip of your vodka, rolling the bottle between your fingers. “Come on, how about a hint?”

“Halfway there.” He remarked as he brought the bottle to his lips and finished the tequila off with a hiss.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes as you finished down your own mini. “There are so many potential songs… Was it Whitesnake?”

Javier gave you a scandalized look, “What? Is This Love?” He rubbed his thumb between his brows. “Fuck. No.”

“Better not have been our song.”

“Our song?”

You glared at him, “What did we dance to a year ago in California? At that bar?”

Javier arched a brow at you, “Uh…”

“Javier!”

“I don’t remember who the cover was by,” Javier admitted as he leaned back on the bed beside you. “But it was an Elvis song.”

“It was Hall and Oates.” You reached over and squeezed his thigh. “So what did you two sing?”

He hummed, “Nice try.” Javier cocked his head to the side as he looked at you.

“Just so you know,” You scooted closer to him, draping your arm over his shoulders. “The ‘to the grave’ sentiment only applies for you and me.” You cupped his cheek with your other hand, running your thumb along the curve of his jaw.

Instead of answering you, Javier leaned in and kissed you, his mouth slanting over yours. You could taste the tequila on his lips and his tongue as you tongue met his.

Your fingers slid from his shoulder into his hair, tugging at it as you pulled back to meet his eyes. “Nice distraction.” You bumped your nose against his before you stood up, leaving him sitting on the bed.

“Where are you going?” Javier questioned, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he watched you with rapt attention.

“Checking on the options,” You told him as you pulled open the minifridge to see what was inside. “Oh, M&Ms!” You grabbed the bag and another vodka mini. “Was it classic rock?”

“Baby—“

You tore the top off the sleeve of candy, popping a couple pieces into your mouth. “Now I know when you come home shitfaced from a night out with Steve, I need to question your drunk ass about karaoke.”

“You say that like it happens all the time.” He huffed, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip as he stared at you.

“At least once every three months.” You popped another M&M into your mouth. “Usually I’m more concerned with getting you undressed without you thinking I’m coming onto you.” You arched a brow at him.

Javier held his hand out and you poured a couple candies into his palm. “What can I say? After a night out, all I’m thinking about is getting home to you.”

You scrunched up your nose and stuck out your tongue, “Such a sap.” You laughed, shaking your head as you sat back down on the bed, this time reclining back against the pillows.

“It’s your fault that I’m a sap, baby.” He retorted as he scooted up the bed to join you, tucking an arm behind his head. “Tequila’s hitting.”

“Time to interrogate you.” You smirked, sitting the M&Ms and the mini on the nightstand.

“Interrogate?” Javier arched a brow as he turned to look at you.

“You heard me.” You shot back, rolling onto your side as you settled down beside him. You reached out and rested your hand on his chest, trailing your fingers over the patch of skin exposed where his shirt was unbuttoned. “The fact that you won’t tell me is a little disappointing.”

“Oh, come on baby.” He pursed his lips. “I tell you everything.”

“Was it a love ballad?” You questioned, running your finger down the length of his nose. “I’ll only be a little jealous if it was. But I know you and Steve have a special bond.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Javier snorted, shaking his head as he rolled onto his side so he could curl his arm around your waist. “I already gave you a hint.”

“You did?” You gave him a skeptical look.

He nodded, tapping his thumb against your side. “Told you that you were halfway there.”

Your brows furrowed together. “To guessing its?”

Javier laughed and you swatted his chest, “Ow.”

“Don’t laugh at me!” You said, as you laughed at his feigned injury. “Dammit Javier, just tell me.”

“No.” He pulled you closer to him, until his nose was brushing against yours. “Why do you want to know so badly, baby?”

“So I can taunt you with it for the rest of our lives.” You grinned at him, playing with the hair that fell across his forehead. “Less hints and more you telling me the actual name of the song.”

Javier’s brows drew together and he ran his hand up and down your back, “I can think of better things we could be doing.”

You snorted, “I’m just going to assume it was Never Gonna Give You Up.”

“In what world would I sing that?”

“The one where you’re drunk on tequila.” You smirked, leaning in to steal a kiss. “Kinda wish I was there to witness it.”

“It was Livin’ On a Prayer,” Javier finally confessed, “Happy?”

You rubbed at his hair, “That’s not even embarrassing.” You shook your head, “I’m just going to pretend it was Time After Time or something like that.”

Javier cupped your jaw, “You asked… or more specifically you pestered.”

“Javier,” You started with a too-sweet voice, “I know everything about your sexual exploits prior to me, but you’re going to draw the line at get drunk and sing karaoke with your best friend?”

“I think best friend is pushing it.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Don’t worry Javi, I promise I won’t ever tell him that you think he’s your best friend.”

“You are my best friend.”

That sobered your amusement quickly, “Really?” Which seemed like a stupid thing to be shocked by, all things considered. There had been so many times back in Colombia that you questioned whether Javier was really your friend — or if you were just easy to talk to.

“Mhm.” He brushed his fingers over your cheek. “Steve’s alright, but you know me.”

You nodded, leaning in to press your forehead against his. “I know I’ve already told you this before, but I was depressed as hell when Steve and Connie left. And I remember thinking — if it were Javier leaving, I don’t think I would be able to cope. I had never had someone who just fit.”

His lips drew upwards into a gentle smile and he leaned in to kiss you, “Guess that’s why we’re still here… twelve years later.”

Javier slid his hand down your arm, until he could interlace his fingers with yours. He rubbed his finger over the ring you wore, his eyes never leaving your face. “I love you.”

“You do?” You teased lightly, biting down on your bottom lip as you searched your eyes.

His brows knit together and he nodded slowly, “A lot, baby.”

“I love you too.” You ran your thumb over his lips, cupping his jaw as you leaned in to kiss him. The moment lingered, his lips brushing against yours as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

You let him roll you back onto the bed, a knee planted between your thighs as he hovered above you, one palm pressed into the mattress beside your head.

Javier groaned against your mouth as you dragged your fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. You shifted, pressing the apex of your thighs directly against his leg, grinding against him.

His grip tightened on your hand, pinning it back against the bed. All thoughts of drinking minis and eating M&Ms were quickly traded in for the heat burning between your thighs and desire in your veins.

You sank back against the mattress, breaking from the kiss as you turned your attention to the buttons of his shirt which was a struggle with only one hand.

Javier slid his knee forward, keeping it pressed right against your cunt as you rolled your hip against the pressure. It created the perfect amount of friction to make you moan out his name.

He released his hold on your hand, keeping his eyes fixed on your face as he moved down the bed.

“Javi.” You complained at the loss of friction.

“I’ve got you baby,” He drawled out as he slid your skirt up around your hips. “Just trust me.” He promised as he stroked his fingers over your cunt through the fabric of your underwear.

You reached down and played your fingers through his hair as you watched him, “I trust you.” You told him, biting down on your bottom lip as he circled his thumb over your clit.

Javier hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear, sliding them down your legs. “Look at you.” He whispered as he parted your sensitive folds, leaning in to flick his tongue over that little bundle of nerves that was already throbbing with anticipation.

He ran his hands along your inner thighs, parting them wider as his tongue swept between your folds, teasing your slick center before returning to your clit.

“Fuck.” You hissed out, your hips rocking up off the bed, angling yourself towards his mouth. His mustache tickled, making you squirm as he lapped at you.

Javier grabbed at your hips, holding you steady as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked lightly at the little bundle of throbbing nerves — you could feel every pulse of need, heat and pleasure burning in your lower belly.

You swore your eyes rolled back in your head when he worked two fingers into you with little warning, curling them within you as dragging them over that sweet spot that had you seeing stars.

It wasn’t fair. He knew your body too well and could play you like an instrument only he knew how to play like this. Even your own fingers failed to be this good at winding you up.

Your fingers grabbed at the comforter beneath you, heels digging into the mattress as he coaxed you over the edge. He didn’t relent, his tongue replaced his fingers, greedily lapping up the arousal that dripped from you.

By the time he pulled back, breathing heavily as he caught his breath, his mouth and mustache were glistening with you. And no part of that deterred you from tugging at his hair to guide him back up the bed so you could kiss him.

As much as you wanted to wrap your legs around him and beg him to fuck you into the mattress — you had other plans.

You pushed him off of you, sliding out from beneath him and readjusting the skirt of your dress. “Lay back.” You told him firmly, giving him a look that left no rumor for arguments.

Javier sank back against the mattress in your place, his brows rising upwards as he met your gaze. “Love that look on you.”

“And what look is that?” You countered, reaching down to trace your finger over the outline of his cock in his jeans.

“You’ve got this glassy-eyed ‘just fucked’ look.” Javier explained, his lips parting with a throaty sound of pleasure as you cupped him through his jeans. “Fuck.”

“That’s what I call — I’m a little buzzed and very horny.” You smirked, dragging the zipper down slowly, before unsnapping the button. You took your sweet time pulling his jeans open as you settled down between his thighs. “Did you enjoy getting me off?” You questioned as you circled your thumb over the wet spot at the head of his cock that had darkened the fabric of his boxers.

“What do you think?” He quipped, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip as he stifled another groan as he watched you lean down to sweep your tongue over the same spot.

“That wasn’t an answer.” You pointed out, reaching into his jeans to cup his balls, playing with them as you ran your tongue over his cock through his boxers.

His hips twitched upwards and you smirked at the way his fingers grabbed at the comforter beneath him. You loved when he let go for you — both of you were shit at relinquishing control most of the time.

You didn’t even bother pulling his boxers down, opting instead to undo the button and feed his erection through the gap in his underwear.

“Look at you,” You parroted back what he had said before as you curled your fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing lightly as you leaned down and licked at the weeping head of his cock, tasting him.

Javier grunted out something that sounded like your name, his hips bucking upwards.

You pressed your palm against his stomach, “Easy there, Javi.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he nodded, exhaling shakily. “Don’t tease.”

“Oh?” You questioned, running your thumb up the underside of his cock as you wrapped your lips around just the head of his cock.

The sounds he made.

You had always loved how unabashedly vocal he was during sex. Some men, you had found, had no interest in being loud — but Javier always let you know he was enjoying himself.

Javier’s fingers sank into your hair, tugging sharply as you flicked your tongue over the slit teasingly. And he really lost his shit when you hollowed out your cheeks and sank down to take the length of him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck.” He hissed out, brushing his fingers tenderly over the back of your neck. “That’s a good girl.”

You moaned around his cock at his praise, sliding your free hand down between your own thighs as you kept working your mouth over the length of his cock.

“Baby, fuck—“ Javier grunted, “Are you touching yourself, baby?” He managed, tugging lightly at your hair. “That’s it.”

You lifted your gaze to look up at him as you let his cock slide from your lips with a wet ‘pop’. You smirked, “Maybe I am.”

His tongue trailed over his bottom lip as he held your gaze, “C’mere.” Javier breathed out, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

You rose up on your knees, straddling his thighs as you moved into position above him, hands planted on his chest as you stared down at him. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” You questioned, mimicking his tone.

Javier slowly ran his hands up your legs, curling his hands around your hips as you lowered yourself onto him, the slick folds of your cunt sliding against his cock. “You know it is.” He countered, reaching between your bodies to guide his cock as you moved atop him.

There was something about being half-dressed and fucking that would never wear out for you. The toughness of his jeans against the backs of your thighs, your arousal soaking into the fabric of his boxers as you rode him.

“I’m gonna—“ Javier managed to get out, grabbing at your hips as he moved beneath you. “— gonna come, baby.”

You leaned forward to kiss him, ignoring the slight twinge in your thighs from the stretch. Javier groaned against your lips, kissing you desperately as he came apart beneath you. He tensed, cock throbbing as his released spilled.

Your own orgasm was just out of reach and you didn’t even care, it was enough to bask in the moment with him — his breathing labored as you let yourself slump forward against him.

There was absolutely no way either of you would be going out in the clothes you had on now.

Javier ran his hand down the length of your back, giving your ass a playful swat. “Still got it.” He murmured as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

“I should hope so.” You huffed, tugging at his hair with a soft laugh.

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