#juan ruiz x reader

[woodle-isbae]

Beast

Juan.R x black!f!reader

Warnings: monsterphilia , swearing, breeding, bed breaking, mentions of sub!Juan, scent play(?) , sense enhancement , mating press, overstimulation.

Kinktober Masterlist

The sound of loud banging struck you right out of your sleep, rolling out of bed and throwing on a gown and some slippers, you sludged your way to the door.

"I'm comming jeez."

You groaned , rubbing the sleep away from your face. You swung the door open only to be met with your Boyfriend, who was covered in blood , all over his mouth and shirt.

"Hey..?"

"Juan..what the fuck happened, are you bleeding!?"

You panicked , grabbing him inside and sitting him down on the sofa, getting a wet cloth and some new clothes for him to change into. Waiting for him to explain everything while you sat infront of him , absolutely distraught and worried.

"So...I.."

He trailed of , unable to get the words out of him mouth, just the thought of what happend making him tense up.

"You dissapear for the whole night , come back covered in blood...on your mouth aswell! And can't even tell me what happened.?"

You scolded him , feeling anger and sadness wash over you at how he didn't care to say anything!

"I don't know what happened either.!..I like blacked out and woke up in a field.."

His voice cracking and softening near the end , holding back a sob as he bit his lip , eyes filling with tears.

"Juan. What happened.?"

You got up and sat next to him , resting a hand on his knee while the other rubbed his back, trying to reassure him that he is safe.

"I...woke up..next to animals..but- they weren't- fuck...I think I ate them?"

You stared at him , a little dumbfounded at his words but urged for him to explain a little more so you could fully understand.

"I had flashes in my head..of what I think is me? But it looked like a chupacabras."

You nodded your head , going to get a flashlight and comming back to check his eyes.

"Did you go out alone-? Sure you didn't take anything?"

"I don't do that stuff!...I just don't know."

You took a deep breath , holding him close to you as he tried to recollect his memory , unsure of what really went down.

"Tie me."

"What-"

"Tie me up , against the bed frame."

You stared at him as if he was insane, your not one to kink shame but was this really the mood you wanted to do it in?

You reluctantly agreed , finding a rope and tying his arms behind his back to the metal bedframe. Stepping back and admiring your work with a smug grin

"I don't remember you being this good with knots?"

"Yeah because usually your-"

"OKAYY!...can you get me some water?"

He averted your gaze , trying to change the subject to anything else but what you were thinking. You shrugged him off and went to get the water , sitting infront of him as you tried to help him take a sip.

"Y/n..no not-Y/n! Now it spilled on the be-"

"And it spilled on me!"

You sighed , taking the cup back to the kitchen. Removing your gown as it was the only thing that got wet besides some water dripping down between your breasts. You were left in a tank top and some Pj shorts, you stared at him while letting out a large sigh, again.

"Sorry-"

"For what Juan.?"

He shrugged , not even he knew why he apologized. You brushed it off and layed on the bed , deciding to try go back to sleep. Music playing softly in the background.

"You smell great- by the way."

"I haven't even showered yet?"

You turned over to look at him , he was sitting criss-cross, looking down so his eyes were covered by his hair. The hair you loved so much , pulling your arm closer until your fingers latched onto some strands, racking through the dark brunette's curly locs.

"I feel weird..-"

You pulled your hand away , moving to touch his jaw until he pulled back, lifting his head to look at you. His usually dark brown eyes turned into a bright honey yellow colour.

"Your-your eyes.!"

Your jaw fell slack, unable to understand what was happening to him, you were unsure if you were ment to approach him or not. His demeanor was hostile but he looked at you with pleadful eyes.

Your attention to him breaking away, focusing on the way his body pushed forward as if he was trying to get to you, the sound of the ropes tightening around the bedframe. He was going to break free.

You scooted back until you sat at the edge of the bed, staring at your boyfriend who was turning into..a beast?

You could hear the snap of the ropes behind him , the way his breathing turned shallow along with soft and low growls, the predatory look in his eyes as they focused on You. It was like a switch had been flipped inside you , the way he was acting was..arousing to say the least.

"J-Juan? Are you-"

Before you could even Finish speaking he launched at you, pinning you down into the bed as he shoved his face into your neck. Was he sniffing you?

"I can..fuck- you smell so fucking good."

The way his teeth grazed your pulse point had your breath caught in your throat, coming out as a soft whimper when he pressed his crotch against your own. Making you feel how bad he yearned for you.

"Juan..are you oka- ah!"

Your words cut of with a sharp yelp , his hands slipping up your loose fitting tank top to play with your breasts while he sucked soft marks dark marks into your skin. Why do they feel suddenly larger? That wasn't the only thing that had you confused, the way he was straight forward with was he wanted, usually he's shy and would wait for you to notice the bulge breaking through his pants.

You couldn't even complain, enjoying the way he rutted into you through the thin fabric holding the both of you back. Well, not anymore. Before you could process what even happened he had already ripped of both of your clothes , the morning air more noticeable now. He was already between your legs , his tongue working on your clit while his fingers found themselves inside you.

"Fuck! Wait Juan-"

You couldn't even finish your sentence , your orgasm hitting you like a brick, shaking while he continued his movements at the same pace. He probably wanted you at ease for him.

It was as if something snapped in him, he was much more stronger and his senses turned up by 10x , you were unsure if this would be too much but enjoyed every second of it.

By your 3rd orgasm you could barely understand anything but the way he moved his tongue and fingers, tears of pleasure stained your face, legs locked tightly around his head to get him off.

"I need more."

He groaned out , sitting up to show you his red-brown cock, tip covered in cum from rutting against the bedsheets. He had a pleading look, still acting the same but he was more..firm with his words.

He crawled up until he was face to face with you, kissing your blissed out face as he slipped in with ease, whining out at the way he fit just perfectly inside you.

"I wanna make you mine so bad..I don't fucking know why but I want you."

He was so desperate with his movements , pulling your knees to his shoulders while he pounded into you , the bed beneath you two banging on the wall and squeaking. You were sure it would break.

"Please! I need you inside please!"

You begged him , nails clawing at his bare back, leaving red scars and marks there. He growled into your ear , trying to fuck himself as deep as possible. Your boyfriend , a sweet and tender shy man, was currently a monster. Fucking into you like he wanted you to get pregnant, not even the thought of pulling out grazed either of your minds, enjoying whatever was happening right now

His hair sat over his yellow-amber eyes , teeth grazing your neck and the hold on your ass was Strong. He could feel your clamping down onto him, and that only spurred him on more, determined to fuck you full.

"Ugh-fuck , please can I cum in you?"

He begged- whined practically- into the crook of your neck , he knew he wasn't going to last, especially with the way his senses were suddenly heightened. You mumbled out 'yes' and pleads for him to do so, nearing your own climax aswell

You began seeing pure white , your vision blurring as you could only claw at him and yelp, body going limp front the strength of your orgasm. Only twitching when you felt the warm ooze of his cum inside you, slowly spurting out and onto the bed aswell. He slumped over and layed on you for a while , taking in your warmth and the way you look when the-now midday- sun hit you.

You let out a whine of discomfort, feeling empty once he pulled out and went to go get required items for your aftercare, wiping you down and cleaning you right up. Giving you water and some plan B , with a slight frown on his face.

"Next time warn me if that- thing...controls you."

He chuckled at your statement , joining you cuddled up on the bed until a small creek was heard. You were about to get up until your bed fell beneath you , the metal frame giving up. You stared in utter shock at the fact it broke , more at the fact He was able to break it.

"We can get a new one..sure , but we're gonna have to do it less on the bed now.."

"Uh yeah..sorry"

He felt bad for breaking the bed but also really proud he did that. You guys heading to the living room to relax and talk more about his little monster thing.

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Heart of two friends.

Description: Juan invites Y/n to his apartment to help her overcome artistblock. A special bond forming between the two friends finally blossoms into something more as they realise their feelings for each other.

About 6k words. Took me SO LONG to edit, and even longer to find courage to post. Please enjoy a slow but deep romance with Juan Ruiz. 🫶🏻

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" So I was thinking... Maybe we could- " The door to Juan's apartment swings open and Y/n wanders in. Her thoughts are immediately replaced with surprise admiration. " Woah, nice place. I've already enough inspiration just by walking in here. "

Juan enters shortly after her and closes the door, silently locking it behind his back. He watches her soft hair lightly bounce across her back as she smiles contently at the room before her. Finally, he's got her alone with him. He's relieved he can spend some time with her after a busy week with Dr. Burke and the others, but he feels a pang of nervousness.

It's just them two. All alone. In his apartment.

" Yeah, it's okay I guess... Sorry I forgot to clean up the uh- " Juan apologizes. Perhaps he's just shy? He doesn't want to dissappointment Y/n in anyway.

" No it's fine, really. It's neater than my place in the mornings. " Y/n flashes a genuine smile that comforts Juan from his embarrassment. The bubbly nervous feeling in his stomach, which he only recently noticed, eases a bit. " Did you know that a person's emotions are first felt in gut before the brain registers it? " Y/n adds as if she could read his mind, it lightens the awkward mood a little.

Juan shakes his head and chuckles. He drops the keys into their usual spot and follows Y/n at a safe distance. " That's so random, but I didn't know that. "

For some odd reason he always feels calmer around her, so much that he worries little about the chupacabra's sudden appearances. The urge to transform seems almost completely surpressed and instead replaced by the frequent urge to be closer to Y/n.

The only present worry lurking in the back of his mind is Darcey. How will she react after hearing about Y/n's arrival at his apartment? Even if they're no longer dating for months now, she can sometimes be... obsessive with his personal life and friendships. He has to be careful around her. He doesn't want to make her feel any more insecure, but he still wishes she were less suspicious about him nowadays. Even after what happened between them, Juan still sees her as a friend.

" Hey, where's Darcey by the way? Isn't she here today? " Y/n's sudden questions break through his contemplation and he shakes his head. He was dreading those words.

" She's probably out with her friends. I don't know. " Juan chooses his words wisely. He doesn't want to think about Darcey right now. His mind flashes back to his last meeting with her, and the argument they had. He really wishes to forget about it. They've both decided to move on and it seems better that way. " We're not living together anymore. "

An awkward silence descends upon the room and Juan bites his lip, wondering whether he said too much or not enough. It's been half a year since he broke up with Darcey, but he never really talks about it. Y/n lightly pats his shoulder and the sudden touch sends electricity throughout his body. " Sorry. I didn't know she moved out. "

" No, no it's alright. That was more than a few months ago anyway. Things are better this way. "

" So it's just us then? " The words slip off Y/n's tongue and it makes Juan's heart skip a beat. His previous concerns are immediately erased. Odd, he shouldn't be feeling this way ... He hasn't known her for very long, yet it feels like it was meant to last a lifetime. His attraction towards Y/n is nothing new, but still seems ethereal. He's felt it resonate in his bones since the moment he approached her. An eager yearning to get to know her. Their fondness has grown throughout the past 2 months, and the feelings have become more familiar to handle with time. Yet they remain unbeknownst to Y/n.

Is it wrong to feel strongly towards a friend? It's not like this is a movie or anything.

" Yeah. Just us. " Juan releases a shaky breathe and shows her to his study. Y/n follows closely behind and he stops to allow her entry first.

Y/n walks around and observes the room. The surface of his desk was neatly scattered with sketches and portraits seated placidly on stands. A mirror and a large collection of expensive pencils and pens arranged in a holder next to a pile of drawings. A few shelves with books stood bythe side of the room. It had a comfortable lofty style showcasing all of Juan's sketch ideas, some finished and others work in progress. " Oh, this is lovely. It's like your inspiration domain. " Juan stands behind her in the doorway with a shy smile. " So is where you get all your great big ideas onto paper. Really nice. "

" Yes. " Juan agrees with a small hint of pride. " I'll be right back. " Dissapears into the main room for a brief moment. Y/n gazes thoughtfully and meticulously at each artwork, admiring the unique details that depict the artist's hard work, all the while thinking of how talented Juan is. He's worked hard to reach his success, and not many people recognise it enough. All the hours he's spent writing, planning, drawing, and all the hundreds of hours of practice. This room is a special place for him. A big black sketch book on the desk catches Y/n's attention. It lays closed, concealing whatever is inside it like a secret, taunting her. Something whispers in Y/n's mind to open it. _Surely this not invading his space, right?_ Her hand reaches out on its own, her curiousity too strong to resist.

She flips through a few pages, briefly examining the immaculate drawings of hands and eyes and different face shapes. Until she comes across a particular page that peaks her interest. A familiar face jumps out at her, the curves and tones so perfected it stands apart from the paper. Y/n stares at the drawing as it feels like it is staring back. Her heart squeezes in her chest and fills with an unfamiliar warmth once she recognises who it is.

It was a drawing of her.

Y/n feels tears prick the corners of her eyes as she considers ever line and little detail added to the small portrait. Nobody has ever cared to notice such detail about her before, let alone take the time to make an artwork of her. For the first time, as she gazes at the beautiful artwork made by Juan's hands, she realises just how deeply the emotions behind such an act could mean. And her heart is touched with an underlying hope.

Juan returns carrying a dining chair with ease, and places it down next to the desk chair. " Sorry, no autographs." He jokes and Y/n quickly turns the book cover with a small chuckle to swallow her sudden tears. She watches him intently, dark brunette curly strands of his hair fall infront of his eyes and spring up as he stands again with a sigh. " This is now your workstation. " He gently guides her to sit on the desk chair, curling his hands on her upper arms. The warm feeling of his touch lingers longer than it probably should, but it's quick to lift as soon as she sits down. The brief contat leaves a tingling spot on the skin underneath her sleeve.

Juan seats himself beside her on the dining chair.

" Oh- isn't this your chair? "

Juan smirks and leans forward closer to her face, his gaze meets hers, his shyness melting away. " The best way to learn from a teacher is to view the lesson through their eyes. " He shifts closer and extends his arm to grasp another large leather book on the desk, this time a navy blue cover. He opens it to reveal an album of portrait sketches in various perspectives, similar to the one Y/n had peaked into a few moments ago.

Juan carefully watches her face and smiles at her reaction to his work as they page through the book. Each unexpected compliment and question makes his heart flutter. " So, what's your technique? " Y/n finally asks and tears her eyes away from the portrait to gaze at him curiously. Juan feels warmth radiate inside him at her soft expression towards him, he almost doesn't hear her question clearly. " Can you show me? " It's like he has an apprentice. A very pretty apprentice.

" Alright. " He leans back to grab a specific pencil from his stationary shelf and sits closer to Y/n to demonstrate. She watches his movements attentively throughout the lesson, but barely asorbs the explanation. The sturdiness of his wrist as the pencil presses a line to a blank section of the page makes her knees feel weak for some reason. The veins lightly tracing his hands as he holds the slim object in a skilful manner. The strength shifting in his grip when he flicks his wrist in different directions. A few moments later, Juan pauses and swings the pencil towards Y/n's hand, resting it between her fingers the way he previously held it. " Is this comfortable for you? "

She focuses on the intense warmth of his hand gently placed on hers. Her mind almost short-circuits for a second. She nods. " Okay. " He whispers and slides closer, carefully stretching his arm around her shoulders and holding onto her hand with the other. She can feel his warm breath on the side of her face as he further explains the lesson, and the tickle of his curls against her forehead. Her heartrate beats like a drum as his firm hand steadily guides her smaller one across the page. His instructions are clear and concise. A faint musky scent enthralls her senses and her mind feels fuzzy. They are so close to each other now, faces merely inches apart. Y/n is barely able to keep focus, but she manages to capture the just of everything.

After completion, the intensifying warmth retreats along with Juan's hand. Y/n stares at her work feeling pleased.

" That went by like a breeze. "

Juan smirks playfully at her. " You're a faster learner that I thought. "

Y/n gasps decides to play along. " What's that supposed to mean? Your technique is easier than I thought. "

This time Juan gasps and places a hand over his heart. " I am offended. " He jokes and it earns a chuckle from Y/n. What a beautiful sound, he thinks to himself with a smile.

Juan abruptly stands up and heads for the main room. " You hungry? " He asks halfway to the kitchen. Y/n spins in the chair and watches him through the doorway.

" I guess so. What've you got? "

Juan, rummaging through the kitchen cupboard, pauses and looks up to face her. " Have you ever triednachos? "

Y/n in return snickers." Tried? I grew up with nachos. Though not the kind you're probably thinking of. "

" Oh? What kind then? " Juan frowns slightly in confusion but keeps his smile plastered on his lips. He wonders why he can't stop smiling around her? Juan picks up his desired ingredients alongside the chips on a tray. He places them on the kitchen island and quickly prepares the sauce. A moment later Y/n approaches and seats herself on a barstool in front of him. " Different chips? "

" Yes, a little unusual but very tasty. My mother's recipe. " She snatches a single chip from the preparation tray and crunches it. Juan props himself on his elbows and observes her thoughtfully as she explains the process of how her family used to make it.

" Interesting. I never thought you could use that. " Juan takes a chip, his gaze remaining attentive on her movements. She nods, bashfully, feeling his intense gaze. " But you know, the best part of the flavour is in the beans. " Suddenly an idea hits him, and he turns to fetch another topping. He returns with a little bowl of what appears to be sour cream, and places on the tray. The conversation continues. It is nice to finally have someone to talk to. Juan's normally used to being alone or being interrupted, but not with Y/n. " Did she add any spices? "

" Hm. Yes, and sometimes even nutritional yeast. But that tasted more like cheese. " Y/n replies with a glint of nostalgia in her eyes. " Actually, I remember the first time she she added sweet chilies. It was so good, it became one of our favourites. " She bites a chip covered in sour cream and is pleasantly surprised by the familiar spicy toppings. Juan, who's eyes have been carefully observing her facial expressions, gives a pleased smile upon noticing her delight.

" I thought you'd like this. You briefly mentioned it a few weeks ago. "

Y/n smiles appreciatively at the thought of his attentiveness. " You remembered that? "

" Of course. I pay attention to everything you say. " Juan takes a final chip before stepping around the counter. " That's how a spy works, isn't it? " Juan jokingly adds and takes the seat next to her.

" Oh, so you're a spy now? Ironic. I thought I was the only one. " Y/n decides to play along, speaking in a proud accent.

" Mmh, now that's a problem. Two spies spying on each other with a plate of nachos? "

Y/n chuckles at his statement. " And what's all the information you've collected so far? " Juan squints his eyes at her with a smirk, he leans forward until she can feel his warm breathe hit her face.

" Do you really want to know? "

She blinks innocently and smiles, daring to lean forward as well and resting her chin on her palm. The tension gradually building in the air between them. " I don't know. Is it confidential? " A deep hum resonates from Juan's chest and stands up again.

" Well, If I told you then ... there would be some consequences. " He opens the fridge and takes out two cans of some soft drink to show her. " Have you ever tried this? "

" No. You're giving me a lot of new things lately. " Including these feelings.

Juan passes the drink over the counter and their hands touch for a moment. It's like electricity flowing through the simple contact, a subtle but evident connection completing a circuit. There's a tug inside Juan's heart, like he wants to hold on to her. What is wrong with him, he wonders.

That's when he notices the thin, fresh, red lines draping across the tips of her delicate skin.

" Hey, what happened to your hand? " Juan asks concern in his voice. Y/n pauses and looks confused in response before realisation clicked in her mind.

" Oh. This? It's just cat scratches. " She giggles sweetly at the memory.

The internal tug in Juan's heart becomes nearly unbearable. His heartrate speeds up as temptation settles in for the simple desire. Maybe this will be okay? Unsure of the strange feelings developing inside of him, Juan takes ahold of Y/n's hand. His warm muscular fingers gently press along the peculiar lines. Y/n nearly flinches in surprise, her breath hitched in her throat as her heart skipped a beat. Her mind is overwhelms itself like a highway of thoughts as he continues to gently rub and trace the scars.

" I didn't know you had a cat? " He says in a soft tone, slightly deeper than before.

" Oh, well it's not exactly my cat... " Y/n begins to scramble her thoughts together. Juan listens attentively. " It's a stray. Her original owner was one of my neighbours, but the lady recently had an accident and has to live in a wheelchair for a while. I offered to take care of the cat until she recovers. She was very grateful for that... "

" Aw, that's sweet of you. "

Her eyes follow the movement of his fingers. Y/n notices the great difference in temperature between the both of them.

Of course, her mouth speaks before her mind. " You're so hot... "

" W- What? "

Heat instantly rises to Y/n's cheeks in realisation of her own words and she's overwhelmed by embarrassment. " Oh no- I mean, temperature-wise. " What is wrong with me? Y/n cringes at herself for the misunderstanding.

" Oh.. " Juan chuckles, understanding it was meant differently. His eyes flicker to hers and the obvious blush dusting her cheeks. What a pretty colour on her, I wonder what else will make her blush... Juan wonders why he is thinking this all of a sudden? But instead he continues to rub her hands, focusing on the fading cat scratches as a distraction. He can't deny it, he just wants to feel her skin for as long as possible.

Unfortunately their time spent together is cut short. " I have to go. It's getting late. Thank you for inviting me over. " Y/n's soft voice interrupts and Juan slowly feels a pang of panic arise as she retracts her hands and stands up.

" Wait! Before you go... " Juan calls after her fleeting form and he calms a bit when she stops and turns to him. She needs to stay longer. I can't let her go. Please not yet. I don't want that feeling to return... He clenches his fists and gathers whatever excuse be can think of to keep her there. His mouth gapes like a fish but words don't cooperate. So instead he settles for the next best idea.

Juan dissapears into the study for a moment, and returns with another magazine-sized book. He holds it out to Y/n. She takes it from his hands with slight interest. Juan switches on the hanging lights above the counter to assist her eyesight, ones that Y/n notes are quite stylish.

" What's this? " She asks curiously.

Y/n opens the book and reads the first page, only to notice it contains inked pictures. Her eyes widen in realisation and Juan smiles as he watches her excitement grow. " Oh my goodness... " Y/n flips to the next page. " This is one of your comics! But it's brand new? " Her fingers glide over the intricate black lines. She looks up at him with uncertainty.

" It's all yours. "

" Are you serious?! " Y/n's eyes light up and she hugs him. Juan feels an odd warmth grow inside him at her reaction and he encircles his arms around her. Her body fit right into his arms, almost perfectly like a puzzle. Like it was meant to be. Suddenly the air feels thicker again.

" I thought it'd be better if you had more examples to learn from, you know? "

" No ways... Thank you so much. " As she thanks him , he takes the time to relish in her scent.

That flips a switch.

A deep urge inside him silently begs not to let her go. Make her somehow stay in his arms. But he has no choice. He forces himself to detach from her dainty frame as she steps away. His chest aches inside as he attempts to ignore the desperate cries for her touch. It was almost so torturing that his hands began to shake under his balled fists.

" You're so talented, you know? I wish my stories could be visualised. But I don't have the time. "

There it is. Another compliment gracefully falls from her lips. Juan's chest overflows with the familiar warmth, one that often infiltrates his heart whenever Y/n is close by, he realises. It's a newly uncovered feeling that he hasn't even felt towards anyone before.

Perhaps she is a really special friend? He used to think, but now, he's not so sure anymore. Now, all he knows is that he needs to bring Y/n closer.

" Don't worry. I know you will some day. You just have to keep motivating yourself. Your story is good. It's you. That's what makes it so special... " Juan's eyes travel down from her glossy eyes, to her pouting pink lips, her revealing neck, and then to her arms. He has a strong urge to comfort her physically to, but he's afraid of making her uncomfortable, so instead he reassures her with his words. His opportunity to hug her has already passed. It's like a lump of stone sitting in the back of his throat, he struggles to gulp it down as his mind threatens to lose her if he doesn't do something more.

Y/n stares at him, feeling encouraged by his honest words. She smiles sweetly. " Thanks Juan. "

His eyes couldn't help but stare at her graceful figure, and the unique features of her face. Her beautiful hair that shines soft like silk in the lighting above. Her avoiding eyes hooded with naturally long lashes. They are the windows to her emotions, but can't express just how beautiful she is on the inside. He thought to himself. If only he could tell her... He could write an entire book about her and call it 'Y/n's heart of gold, Juan's heart of her'. He doesn't care how cheesy that might sound, that's how he feels around her.

Again he feels an inner tug, pulling him forward as a need to be closer to her. His increase in heartrate, beating like a drum against his ribcage. Is it the Chupacabra wanting to come out? He worries, but can't suppress the temptation to caress her cheek. It's like a different side of him is threatening to overtake. A build up of emotion about to spill like a cup filling with water till it reaches the brim.

That's it. He gave in.

As Y/n turns towards the door, Juan's arms reach out and prevent her from exiting. Her hand that lands on the doorknob is captured by a firm grip, and her fingers are laced with the man's strong ones. Juan's other hand raises itself to gently cup her cheek. She looks confusedly at him as a blush creeps onto her skin under the touch of his warmth. His face inches closer to her own, his dazed eyes boring into her with an intense gaze of longing. Y/n is left utterly speechless, except for the few words that managed to escape her lips.

" Juan? What are you doing? "

Juan remians silent, in thought. He stares endearingly at her. His eyes are almost glossy as he slides a strand of hair out of her face. Now he can see her beautiful eyes more clearly He doesn't understand why he is so enthralled by her, but maybe it was just her? Maybe it doesn't matter either. Words of apology linger on the tip of his tongue and after a while he doesn't hold some of them back. " I'm sorry, I can't... resist you... "

The eager longing inside of him overrides his senses and he pulls her towards him. His lips attack her soft ones and he unintentionally roughly shoves her against the dark wooden door. It was so sweet, so comforting, so right. His body moulds into hers as the satisfaction of his craving is met. His craving for her touch. Her comfort. Her understanding despite not yet knowing the truth about his alter ego.

How he stalked her that one night in his Chupacabra form just to be sure she arrived home safe. How he stopped that guy at the restaurant that tried to hurt her. How he was the one who defended her that night Dr. Burke's house was attacked. How he cared so much for her and admired her kindness and empathy for the people around her, despite not being able to express herself well. How he yearns for her to feel the same towards him. She was so pure in his eyes. Like an angel he thought he never deserved to meet. Oh, how he wishes he could tell her all this. How he truly feels about her.

The kiss doesn't stop. All the deepest unspoken emotions between the two flood into the each other like a dam wall bursting into a tumbling waterfall. It is passionate, other people would say, but in the hearts of the two it means much more than anyone can fathom.

In Y/n's mind, she knows this is dangerous. Being alone with a guy so dear and allowing him to kiss her? Logically, it was just a recipe of risks. She felt so uncertain, yet her heart felt so at home. But Juan wasn't just any guy, and this wasn't just a kiss. This is the one her heart has long yearned for to find, at last encased by his loving arms. Two fates destined to be entangled. The person she has prayed to meet since she was first able to grasp the meaning of love. The warmth of his lips traverse her her jawline, a sensation her body has long been seeking in her subconscious. She doesn't know why she isn't feeling threatened. Normally a slight touch attempted by a man would make her skin crawl in disgust or uncomfortability. Perhaps this is just the right man touching her, and her body knows it. Feel down, she knows this feels right somehow.

But her morals kick in and hesitation rises in the middle of the sweet sensation. She still needs to be careful not to let it go too far, no matter how good it feels.

She places her free hand that isn't holding the comic book firmly on Juan's chest, lightly pushing him away. Unfortunately he is just too strong for her and keeps in place. The longer she stands cornered by him the more temptation eases its way to give in.

No. She recollects her stance. I can't stay... It's too risky. What if he doesn't feel the same way?

Juan, sensing her hesitation stops and whispers words of reassurance as he leans into her neck. " Hey, are you okay...? I won't do anything you don't want me to. " For a moment she is comforted but her worry remains and battles with the intense feeling of bliss and the relaxation of her muscles in his hold. Her silence makes Juan retreat a little and scan her face for any sign of discomfort. Fearing that he's crossed a line. " I'm sorry... Please, just stay a little longer. We don't have to- " Y/n's voice is choked by uncertainty, but she shakes her head.

She can feel his warm breath lingering over her neck as he waits patiently for her answer, his lean muscular arms holding her dainty ones and she notices one of his thumbs rubbing along the top of her hand in a comforting manner. Their position against the door in such close proximity, the heat radiating off his body envelopes her like a blanket. Realising the strength he has over her in this moment is frightening, yet he remains gentle with her. Even asking consent to continue kissing her. " Will it be okay if I stay? " It's almost impossible to resist. Temptation is right at her doorstep and perhaps that isn't such a bad thing. Such a stupid thought to have in a situation where her body has but a single threatened cell aching to leave.

That is all it takes for Juan to hoist her up into his arms, her legs crossing over behind his back for support. She yelps at the sudden action until she realises where he's taking her. Her voice returns to her, almost shaky and out of breath from the continuous kisses. " Woah, I don't know if I'm ready for this- "

He tosses her onto his bed. Then he proceeds in removing his jacket. Y/n's heart skips a beat and she wonders where this would lead to.

Discarding the piece of clothing on the floor he climbs on top of her. Y/n stares wide eyed, unsure of what to expect. Slightly fearful but also excited. This experience is all too new for her. She just lays still and awaits whatever he plans to do. Her heart feels like it is dancing in her chest. Is he going to...?

Juan stares at her with dazed eyes, trapped in his arms beneath him. She looks as innocent as a deer in his eyes. Unfortunately, he's hunted such an animal before... but he'd never dream of doing such a thing to her. She is too precious. And he hopes the beast inside him agrees. He could see that Y/n trusts him. The last thing he wants to do is break that trust.

" You look so frightened. Have you never been kissed before? " Juan asks while caressing her fallen strands of hair out of her face to

" Not by you. "

He smiles again. He presses his lips onto hers again, this time softer and slower. He travels down to her neck and lightly sucks it between kisses. Her shoulders gradually relax, enjoying the tingly sensation.

Y/n reaches up to his curly hair and runs her fingers through the tousled strands. That seems to encourage Juan as he shifts his towering position over her into a tight but gentle embrace. Once again she is encircled by the comfort and safety of his strong arms respectfully in their place around her waist and back. Thumbs massaging at her sides and sending butterflies fluttering throughout her tummy. Juan quietly and breathlessly chants her name between kisses from her lips slowly traveling her neck, from the back of her ear down to her soft and sensitive shoulders. During this moment, this loving gesture, Y/n longs to know for certain how he truly feels.

After a while Juan lays himself next to her and keeps his arms draped over her smaller frame. Panting and breathless, the tension between them slowly dissapates but the thickness in the air tugging in his chest remains. His head nuzzles her neck affectionately, and he sighs at peace. Y/n gazes at him lovingly, with a mix of bewilderment and pensive. She never expected to experience love this way... And especially not from her dear friend Juan. That seemed no further than a dream to her.

She needs to clarify with him soon. She needs to know for sure.

" Juan "

Y/n whispers breathlessly.

" Is that all you're going to do? "

Juan chuckles at the unexpected question. The sound vibrates throughout her body. It feels so calming and yet contains so much strength. Her knees feel weak despite currently laying down. " What do you mean? Do you want me to do more? " He gives her a teasing glare.

Y/n's face flushes. She avoids the look on Juan's face as it just made her blush even more. Turning over to the other side, she gazes out the window to recollect her thoughts as her heart rate gradually relaxes. Juan watches her intently and holds her hand, lacing their fingers.

" I told you, I won't do anything you don't want me to, remember? " Juan searches her eyes and senses that same hesitation from earlier.

Y/n shifts under his embrace to face him, her gaze now serious from contemplation. " Juan. Tell me. Was this just a 'makeout'? "

Juan smiles at her straightforwardness. " I guess you can call it that, yeah? " He lightly caresses her forehead and presses a chaste kiss on the side.

" I mean, did it... mean anything more to you? " Y/n musters up the courage to ask, her stomach twists in anxiousness of his rejection.

Juan meets her gaze affectionately, searching her eyes again. Something is blooming between them it goes much deeper than the physical.

Juan's voice breaks the silence. " I'm still trying to figure things out between us but... it did, to me atleast. " Juan props himself up on one arm. The rest of the words hang in Juan's thoat and he all he can do is gape like a fish. He looks towards Y/n expectantly, scanning her soft features for the response they're both searching for. Her beautiful eyes bore into his and entrance him with their eager filled emotions. Needless anything to say, he understands what she means, and his hope that she feels it too has been fulfilled. The connection between them, is mutual.

Y/n forms a smile of pure bliss upon realisation and snuggles into his side. " If this is a dream please don't wake me up. "

Juan chuckles and she can feel it resonate throughout his chest like a deep rumble. She feels elated, as if they're lying together in the middle of a grassy field on a warm summer afternoon. The rise and fall of Juan's chest comforts her thoughts and she feels like an invisible weight has been lifted off her shoulders. He feels the same as he gently cradles her in his arms. The silence providing a peaceful atmosphere between them.

Y/n's thoughts remind her of the drawing she found earlier and her heart rate picks up pace again. Should I tell him? I might as well. She wonders where it will lead to but she doesn't waste time and gathers her words with much effort.

" I found your drawing. "

Juan leans back to gaze down at her in mild confusion. " Which one do you mean, love? "

Y/n's heart flutters at the nickname he gives her and looks up to meet his eyes boldly. " The one you made... of me. "

In an instant of realisation, Juan's cheeks heat up to a pinkish shade. He is at a loss for words. " H-How did you..? " His breathe hitches in his throat and causes him to stutter. Now he looks embarrassed and tears his gaze away from her with much shyness. Y/n reassures him by gently placing her hand on his face.

" It's beautiful. " She replies with such genuine sweetness in her voice, Juan's heart could melt right on the spot. Y/n can feel the heat radiating off him by now and he attempts to hide himself in her palm. But he quickly turns the tables by pressing sloppy kisses into her hand. A hearty laugh erupts from Y/n's lips.

" What happened to your shyness all of a sudden? " She asks in between giggles. Juan laughs along with her, thinking what a beautiful sound it is to hear her laugh. He promises himself to make her smile that way every chance he gets.

" Shyness? I'm not shy! " He attempts to defend himself but his uncontainable smile gives it away. " It's just- really hard to talk to a pretty girl like you. "

Y/n pauses and looks up at him teasingly in response to his flirtatious compliment. " Oh, so you're like this with every pretty girl then? " Juan's smile fades a little and his heart clenches at the thought. He gazes at her earnestly with undoubtedly loving eyes.

" No. Only you. " He cups her face in his hand and presses their foreheads together.

Y/n's laughing eases and her heart fills with warmth. Her usually avoiding eyes now wonder up to his own without hesitation, capturing hers with his intensity.

It is the first time they've made such eye contact in a while. Where sparks seem to fly, now the glimmer they share is like a dancing flame.

Both their hearts skip a beat. To Y/n if feels like her entire body is frozen in place under his endearing gaze. To Juan it feels like someone has gifted him the most precious jewel in the world. Her beautiful eyes who's always actively ignoring every attempt of eye contact, has trusted him enough to rest upon his own with such adoration. It's like a romance in a comic book, except this time it's real. They can reach out and they can feel each other. They can know each other. And they can be with each other despite all odds. Never would Juan have thought he'd be so genuinely excited over making eye contact with someone before. He couldn't tear his gaze away even if the world were to end that very second. This is too special of a moment to break. To meet your lover's eyes and know exactly what they're thinking, as if peering through a glass window into a person's soul, and seeing that they reciprocate.

" Your pupils are dilating. "

" What? " Juan chuckles at Y/n's random statement. She tends to do that often. Lighten the mood. " Where did that come from? "

" Oh, I read something about it. A person's pupils dilate whenever they look at someone the love or hate. "

" Well in that case... " Juan leans down to her ear and lightly kisses the earlobe. " That probably answers both our questions again. No? " The last words he whispers in Spanish and Y/n can feel the tension between them slowly rebuilding. She steadily holds his gaze and her heart leaps upon hearing his next words that reflect her own.

" Te amo..."

I'm crying inside. If you made it through this... 🥹 Thank you.

(Btw, the picture above is from a sunset in my neighborhood after it rained a while ago.)

[carlandoxlestappen]

Ugh this man is so fine and somehow this show is still cancelled

[cocoagenie]

Juan Ruiz x black fem

Sister pain.

Angst. [Divider by @grungenglam]

You skim your nails across your knee and stare deeply into your phone, reading a certain text in a green bubble with the one of the most heartbreaking statements. You shake your head stubbornly to reject your eyes glossing over but warm tears fall over your swollen lids anyway and you turn your phone off before tossing it on the cold side of the bed.

Your hands clasp togther first before squeezing and squeezing. The pressure on your joints not inflicting any pain which blindly makes you clench your hands harder until your blunt fingernails dig inside your skin. And even then, you can't feel anything.

Nothing but pure anguish and gloom. Your heart was the only thing twinging and your lips were caught in the bear trap of your teeth to stop their quivering. You released your hands and shook them out as the dam broke and your throat swelled.

"Baby?" Juan walks in slowly and you quickly wipe your face, not hearing him come in quick enough. You curse and fix your bonnet over your head more correctly than it already was.

"Didn't hear you come in.." your gaze is averted downwards while you got under the covers and Juan stalked towards you before making it to your side of the bed, reaching for the lamp to turn on. You moved the covers to your mouth and closed your eyes. His gaze traveled to your phone abandoned on the sheets before patting your shoulder.

"Scoot over for me, hm" he spoke quietly in your ear as his hand rubbed your arm confortingly. You made some space with your back still turned as Juan took off his pants and discarded them on the floor, afterward sliding in the bed with his boxers and t-shirt on.

Juan carefully took your phone and put it on the dresser, then he wrapped his arm around your waist and brought your weak body into his embrace to hold.

"Whats wrong, amor? Talk to me?" After sensing your uneven breathing he heard the most painful thing from you, a suppressed sob. He cooed in empathy and stroked the outline of your thighs.

"Oh no, no~ Who upset you? Who upset my sweet girl." He kissed your covered hair and eased the cover down to interlace his warm hands with your hot ones, a bit damp with tears. His heart hurt enough to cry aswell but Juan wanted nothing more then to support you.

"I.. it's m-my sister.. she- she" you couldn't get out the words and he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a gentle and long-lasting kiss onto your knuckle.

"Take your time baby, I'm all ears." You eventually turn again in his hold and hug him close, wrapping his arms around you fully now, Juan welcomes your whole form with locking arms. He'll never let you go and he doesn't mind hot liquid seeping into his shirt or the same thing wetting his collarbone. He doesn't even mind the snot or how hard you're gripping his vintage shirt, nearly ripping the material to shreds.

You know, as you're trying to calm down, that Juan is ready when you are. His back rubs are patient, few words of affirmation start to put you at ease and soon enough you're ready to speak.

"I called my sister.. and found out she wasn't making some wise descions at school. We called eachother, didn't really go well. She hung up on me, a-and.. um�� then we texted and I was telling her how she had to get her act together, not only for herself but for mom."

"Mhm"

"She works too damn hard for her to be doing dumb shit and I just got so angry so I told her– you know, just do better. But then... she had the audacity to ask me... why do I care? And then I just left her on read."

Juan tries to correlate your experiences with his own dynamics between older and younger sibling but theres nothing compare. The way you interacted with your sister is different from how Alejandro interacted with him. Aside from that, he can tell that you're are a wonderful big sister and would do anything in your power to prevent your little sister from getting into trouble.

But to expeirence ungratefulness from the people you love the most can definitely be fatal.

"I mean, I've been saving her ass for as long as I can remember. I hated to see her get in trouble no matter how she treated me. But I'm not there Juan– and I just.. I kinda feel like shit. You know for my mother cause she doesn't deserve to be dealing with this shit" you huff, voice wavering.

Juan carreses your waist and deeply stares into your eyes.

"I'm sorry, amor" he whispers and you shake your head, yet another tear falling down.

"D-don't be, don't." You pat his chest and rest your hand on his pec as Juan leans and bring his lips to your forehead, giving another lasting kiss while his arms begin to tighten around you. Its like ringing out a rag the way you began to cry again and clutch his clothes.

He just wants to heal you as much as he can. Juan hates your tears but he hopes they cleanse your soul as they roll down your face. He hopes your chest can stop hurting like his own and that your heart can see the serene sun after the melancholy clouds.

"You're a great sibling and your sister needs to realize that soon– deserve so much better." He mumbles on your head before pecking your temple and snuggling his chin on top of your head even though your slightly taller. You drown in his gentle cologne and unknowingly expose your pain like a medallion of your humanity.

A grown woman doesn't rest in Juans arms, a  pained older sister in the form a young black girl takes place instead. Basking in the comfort and words she should've been given instead being told to step up and raise the bar farther then she could reach. She was shamed for not doing enough when in reality, that young black girl did everything in her power to care for her little sister.

[theyluvlyss]

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gave the show a rewatch, and yeah... I still don't like tilda💀.

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[js-a-writer]

This is the rest of the tgs Part 4. of my requests page/people I write for post.

(basically just the rest of the tags and a link to the requests page since I could only for like 30 tags on each post)

[agir1ukn0w]

it's the way he talks to his gf like they're an old married couple😙💖

[peachywontyell]

there's so little content for the things im somewhat hyperfixating on rn and it's driving me crazy

[woodle-isbae]

I don't like writing for an actor , I prefer writing for the characters they play 😓

[aesthetic-bbyg]

The absolute devastation of looking for fics of your fav character from a show you js watched only to find NONE😭

[angelsinthejungle]

deep throat baby such sweet sounds

cw: restraining, first time, soft domme, deep throat, slight humiliation, reader performing. short read. this is a bit diff than usual, idk what came over me heh 😅

More smut

Chains clink against the hook suspended above. He’s been naked for a half hour now. Standing with his hands bound high, his back stretching feline like. His legs are splayed and tied to a bar. He’s unable to move anywhere only rotate. I spoon up against his back. My soft breasts and leather strapped lingerie presses against his warm skin.  

Slowly, I reach around him trailing my fingernails down his chest, up his shoulders, under his arms, tickling his tummy. I pinch hard on his nipples. He squirms around “mmmmpphmmm-ing” making sweet pathetic noises as I tease him. His mushroom head swollen and leaky with precum, I massage it. It’s so slippery and juicing, making my hand glide quickly.

“You like that baby hmmm?” My arms lock onto him as I jerk him off from behind. “Ahhh, fuck, yes.” He groans. His hips jut forward but my grasp is too tight holding him in place.

I lick around his tip and slide him in my mouth. I tug on his balls. “Mmm my baby taste so good. mmm.” My eyes water up as I start to push him in. I don’t want him knowing this is my first time deep throating. So I hide it best I can. 

His hips eager, lean in trying to push forward deeper into my throat, I let him. My cheeks flush a burning red complimenting my swollen lips around his girth. I gag. I start coughing and crying. The salt of my tears sting my cheeks. 

He has the nerve to look me in the eyes, “baby girl can’t handle it huh?” He smirks out.

His head falls back and I quickly release, pulling him out of me. Catching my breath. We don’t break eye contact as I stand up and slap his face. I leave the room. I leave him alone and confused. For minutes that turn into 30. Letting him wonder. What is she doing? What is she feeling? Is she really mad? Would she ever leave me like this?

After awhile I come back and shut the glass door. He sees a reflection of my ass before my hands swiftly tie a mask around his eyes. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Open your mouth” I demand. He turns away mumbling out small complaints. Gently I guide his face back to me and pucker his lovely lips introducing a ball gag between them. He feels a wrapping and tie pulled taut around his waist. He hears a small jingling and feels a pleasant brush through his hair. He’s trying to speak to me but I don’t really care.

I untie his eyes. His reflection makes him wince— in kitty ears, a pink ball gag, and a cute ribbon tied around his waist. It makes him muzzle out in embarrassment. I lift his chin “got something to say?”

On my knees I grab his thighs, push and pull him in and out my mouth, at my speed.

He hears me gagging and feels the wet slaps of my tears every time my face smacks into his groin. He fixates on my doe eyed face in distress and determination. His body shaking in pleasure. 

I grip his ass and push him into my face until I’m smushed against his pelvis. I’m gagging and drooling uncontrollably. Spit bursts out the sides of my mouth. Upon pulling away to catch a breath, strands pool together keeping us connected.

I knead his dick with the back of my throat, clenching my muscles tight massaging his tip making him “awh” out endlessly. 

I start bobbing myself so hard into him I’m pushing his hips backward; sopping up his swoll dick in my mouth.

“Ah-awh” he muzzles out as he cums. I grab his ass and push him deep in my throat, taking him all in, struggling but swallowing him all. He clenches up, his hips bucking forward into my face as he cums. He is moaning and whimpering against his ball gag, it’s making his kitty ears jingle. “Ahh my baby makes such sweet sounds.”

💋 angelsinthejungle

[xlunacloudiax]

Okay, I've written a bit of a Juan fic... *cough cough* maybe a lot over the holidays. Attempted to revive the fandom a bit or atleast my inspiration for my other stories, bit I got a bit carried away and now I'm being encouraged by my friends to consider posting a few chapters.

Anyone interested to give it a chance? 👀

[kyokikia]

Looking for requests!

Request status ; closed (for now until i finish the rest)

Heyooo!! I'm kiki, atleast that'll be my name on here! I'm a beginner writer, and i wanna write really bad, i have drafts, but i also can't think of anything else at all 😅 so i would like to ask for requests!! Just send me an ask of what character, the basic prompt and the type! Please read this entire post before requesting

I also only write for fem!reader and gn!reader, sorry, i dont know how to write male!reader

Characters i will write for,

One piece ; zoro, ace, luffy, sanji, sabo, koby, buggy, shanks

Bungou stray dogs ; anyone but mori ougai, fukuchi ochi, katai tayama, f. scott fitzgerald, rando, verlaine, lovecraft, edgar allan poe

The Imperfects ; juan ruiz (sorry i would write for more characters but i'm only interested in juan)

Types ;

Fluff (my specialty)

Mild smut

Angst with happy ending and/or comfort

I also accept requests where its platonic!character x reader, which is optional for all characters except for any children characters, for those it must be platonic

I accept AUs too! Just send me the AU and i'll see if i can write it!

Also if anyone wants to be moots just lmk!