#my valentines gift to my babygirls

[ghoulspaw]

*SLAMS DOOR OPEN LIKE SOMEONE WHOS BEEN KEPT IN CAPTIVITY FOR TOO LONG*

AAAGGHHGGGFH IM EATING THEM ALLLL ‼️‼️

[dilf-docs]

Tuyo Será, Y Tuyo Será

sub!javi peña x younger fem!reader

summary: after an stressful day at the office, javi finds solace in your warm embrace: you, his informant, who he has yet to cross that line he always crosses, like a goddamn vice.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, pwp, sub!javi, mommy/daddy kink (they call eachother mami and papi), oral (m. and f. receiving), hand job, face-sitting, fingering, creampie, p. in v., overestimulation, praise kink, degradation kink (u call him a slut once or twice lol), real men yearn™, bit of angst sprinkled, no sense whatsover just feels™

word count: 5,924 words

side note: i'm gonna be very honest with y'all. i listened to the theme song of narcos, tuyo (so good check it out), and got infested with a real bad crave to re-watch (but before reheating my narcos nachos i want to finish my romcom february marathon and finish the mission impossible movies). also, my tl is filled with javi gifs and my lewd thoughts abt him have gone beyond comprehension (not the bush reblog doing numbers...). see, it all started with an audio of him yelling maricón while i browsed twitter, which in case u don't know is the spanish equivalent to the f slur. sorry, it made me horny. javier's so bossy and intimidating but what if he wasn't? i'm all in for brat taming but i have a thing for sub boys lowkey. ah, i almost forgot, HAPPY VALENTINES MY LOVELY CITIZENS! (it's literally 12am) this is a gift from my single delulu romantic ass to you (and it's filthy sex? well, yes! isn't that a testament of our town's core beliefs? that's true love to me idk) (update: i became an oracle or smth bc our silly 49 year old babygirl freak admitted on the snl 50 red carpet he's into submission IJBOL)

The air around him was tingued with women for the night, licor, suave conversation and burnt cigarettes.

The Cali cartel case had been stuck for a while. After the success of Pablo Escobar's hunt and Murphy leaving, besides his ascend, Peña felt the need for things to go fast; succesful. Besides, he had found it hard to balance the stress left behind, the one women and nicotine used to fix before.

He's nursing a glass of whiskey, despite claiming he was going to quit that too, eyes scanning the bar for you.

Sure, informants weren't his thing anymore, but he had a long history with you: you, who despite the violence and danger stayed, probably for the money, probably for him. Yes, he likes to think from time to time that your reason for choosing Colombia and denying the fake ID and passport he gave you was for this borrowed time you had with each other, filling the gaps between long nights at an office too big for a person, all to avoid the same loneliness waiting for him back at his apartment, because home meant warmth, and there was no one waiting for him back there.

So he chose to entertain you when he picked up the phone.

"Peña" he answered the call, fingers drumming against his desk and the poor hues of the lamp above scattered paperwork, some pages tinted with coffee circles caused by the base of his mug, filled over and over again.

"It's me" and he smiles at the sound of your voice, sweet, unlike the bitter taste of caffeine. "Is it a bad time to call? Are you busy?"

Filler questions, to steady your heart. The lonely office answers back mockingly on Peñas side.

"For you, I'm always available" he responds instead, cheeky. "What are you doin' up late at this hour?" he's asking, even if the question applies to himself as well. "Stayed up thinking 'bout something?"

Your tongue backfires you, speaking before you can stop yourself.

"You" there's a satisfied hum on the other line.

"So I take you call for a lead?" he leans back on his chair, arm resting behind his face. "Would be real helpful, hermosa"

"Sorry to dissapoint" how would you reveal the real reason you called? No. Never. "I just wanted to hear you"

He's standing up before he can register, pacing around the dim lit room.

"Baby..." he's already speaking up, condescending. No, not you too.

"C'mon, Peña" your heart beats dangerously, feeling it swell painfully on your throat. "It's been a long week, hasn't it?" a beat, "I'm on this bar near the office, mind if you join an old pal for a drink? I know you are alone too"

The feeling settles in, like his mind.

"Yeah?" he challenges.

"I see the office lights, all dark. 'Cept for yours"

He laughs, "You're a true detective, baby. Might have to hire you"

He's always calling you baby, because that's what you were when you started working this. Baby first, laced with intrigue and amusement at how you'd stand tall despite your age, ready to risk your life to free your home of the violence and terror drugs had brought upon. Baby now, more like a reflex, a habit Javier Peña can't break; the worst of his vices.

"Well, am I not already?" you laugh. "Come, will you? Just a drink and I'll leave you alone. You're free to drown on paperwork after that"

Worst is, Javier had already agreed the moment he picked up the saccharine tinge of your voice on the phone, impossibly addicting.

"Deal"

So now he's here. And he's finally seen you.

"You're here"

He takes a quick scan of your body, sporting a rather simple outift. Yet you seem to pull it off, hair cascading down in soft waves that ressemble the sea, very fitting in their job to compliment your tan skin.

"I am"

"You said you were here" he remarks, finishing his glass.

You take the glass from his hands, stiff from all day at the office, then raise it, mockingly alluding a toast.

"Wanted to let you relax for a bit" you add. "Thought you stopped"

"I needed it" not to admit out loud your call had made him nervous, hidden desperation and fire behind your apparent casual words. Or maybe it was his mind, far too tired and stressed to think straight.

"Good. Ready to go?"

"Where?" but he's already stand up from the stool.

"My place" and there's that same undertone he picked at first (once an agent, always an agent) now less hidden and more out in the open for him to follow or quit, much like any other of his addictions.

"For?"

"It's up to you to find out"

"Cheeky baby" he's chastising, his eyes full of something dark, and not punishing. "Are you going to murder me? Drugged my drink?" he attempts to do a terrible joke, all to calm down the fire on his soft belly and the throb of his cock. Fuck, when was the last time he had blown off some steam?

"You don't bite the hand that feeds you" you quip, but your teeth ressemble fangs. "¿Quién te crees que soy?" (who do you think I am?)

The walk to your apartment felt longer, despite having been here on a pass before, or when sending novice agents to watch for your safety.

He's never been inside before, but now he's taking the stairs two at a time, despite being tipsy, reaching your floor while you giggle with confidence, yet there's some uncertainity when you fumble your keys due to shaky hands, probably because you've never let him inside or because of your plan for tonight.

"It's very you" he comments out loud while you mumble a soft Shoes off. He takes another quick scan, some dishes drying on the counter, a rugged carpet and a flower vase with some petals fallen over the coffee table in front of your TV. It looks like a home, lived in: unlike his, that seems a curated effort to show someone occupies it, as a hotel room rather than a place to live. It's your warmth, thought, the one that wraps him up like a blanket or a fire.

Peña's been so busy looking around that he doesn't notice you've dissapeared.

"Baby?" he searches around, "¿a dónde te fuiste?" (where did you go?)

"In here" coming from the yellow-ish light at the end of the hallway.

He walks in slow steps, the floor creaking under his weight. Javier is opening the door, and the last he expects is to see you like this: on the bed, sprawled out. Fuck, he had imagined it alright: pumping his cock to the thought of you, but never thinking he'd got the very real thing for him.

"Baby-"

But here you were, all while he drools like a pathetic hungry dog, wordless and so fucking touch starved.

"Like what you see?"

His eyes roam over every dip and curve of your body, how your skin trembles even if he hasn't touched you and the room is hot. Heat is building within him, primal instincts fighting to take you, claim you, and make you his. It's a goddamn burning feeling he knows all too well.

"Mucho" he grins wolfishly, purring "bet it tastes as good as it looks" (a lot)

You sport a victory grin. "Why don't you find out?"

Your voice is like a siren call, and he's surrendering to the years of depriving himself of you.

He slowly walks to the bed, afraid if he speds up things, he'll wake up of this dream. He begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his honeyed skin and soft belly from stress eating and licor, a smattering of dark hair trailing down past his navel.

Peña makes a pause at the edge of the bed, where you have sat up. He delicately cups with his rough hand your soft cheek, capturing your lips in a short n' sweet kiss. Finally, tasting all of you, tongue in your mouth wet, exploring every corner to get to know you: not the brave and loudmouth but the needy and touchy side of yours in bed. It speaks about pent-up passion and a hunger that seems to be only sated by the taste of you; the water to calm his thrist.

"Need you, baby" he breathes against your swollen lips. "Want to feel your skin and heartbeat as my own"

But a smile paints your lips as you sit on the edge, and he's unsure what it means.

"Slow down, needy boy" you taut, kissing the tip of his nose. "Do you remember our call? Said you've been through some stress" Javier lets out a little whine, "haven't you?" he nods eagerly, melting under your confident touch across his bicep, tracing his stomach that protudes over his jeans and belt. "So, how about this? I had an idea"

He raises an eyebrow, trying not to get distracted by your persistent touch.

"Better make it good. My patience is wearin' thin" and you can't help but coo at his strained pants and needy demeanor, so contrasting to his broody and serious nature.

"You've had a terrible week" fingers now getting lost down his happy trail, dangerously low to his pulsating cock. "Why don't I help you? But not like you think, no" you smile. "Let me take care of you, baby. I'll do all the work, and all you have to do is follow my orders like the obedient pretty boy you are. Sounds easy, right?"

A shiver runs down his spine as his dick strains against his pants. He bites back a groan, hips twitching involuntarily as you tease him.

He gulps, thinking about it. It's a new proposition that makes his cock pulse. Truthfully, it's been a week, no, weeks filled with stress, and the idea of letting someone else take control, despite his preference on him being the one in charge, aligned with his powerful masculine husk, makes it hard to picture it. But your parted swollen lips, eyes set with that determination he loves and his aching aging body...

Al carajo con todo. Peña is in. (Fuck this shit)

"Are you sure you can handle all of this?" with a stupid grin on his face, signaling his heating body, glistening with a sheen of sweat from the make-out session from before. "I'm not used to this, but for you, baby, I might make an exception. I trust you to take good care of me, yes?"

You hum, standing up. Even if he towers over you, you feel in power.

"¿Cuál es tu plan, mami? I want to hear every filthy sinful thing you have in mind" (what's your plan?)

You stand in your tiptoes to lick his lips, then planting a wet kiss that sends a jolt of electricty straight to his aching cock. Javier's heart pounds with anticipation while your tongue roams his mouth, making out until his pupils are blown wide and hair disheveled. He must look pathetic now, but he doesn't give a flying fuck about it.

"Oh, but I don't want to spoil any surprises... it wouldn't be fun" you grin. "Are you willing to be obedient for me? So you get to see what I have planned. Now sit, on the edge of the bed, now"

Wordlessly, he sits on the edge you previously had, his feet planted firmly on the floor, his thighs spread wide in a delicious manspread Peña often did.

"I've done as you asked, baby" voice firm with a low desire. "What's your next move?"

His chest heaves with each ragged breath that drags like a cigarette.

You drop on your kness, pushing his thighs further apart, red nails (just as he liked; did them a day earlier for him) digging into his jeans as you squeeze the thick muscle. Then, you lean down and press a kiss to his bulge. A low, guttural groan tears from his throat, touch igniting sparks of pleasure that raise through his veins., hips bucking involuntarily, seeking fricction. His hands clench on his side, hold as white as your sheets, trying not to grab you and disobey the looming domineering aura you had imposed on him.

"Want to hear your pretty sounds when I treat you good, baby. All of them; don't hold back"

"Fuck, baby" he pants, voice starined with the effort of holding back. "W-want to hear your every breathy moan, every filthy curse and-"

You nuzzle your face into his bulge, cutting his words effectively, the rough fabric scratching your face over his painfully hard bulge, eyes teasing.

"Hmh, hear me? No, papi. Today is all about you, just you"

He shudders at the contrast of your soft skin over the rough denim. He gazes down, eyes as dark and intense as yours, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple from the intensity of his arousal.

"You're torturing me, baby" his voice is a low rumble on his chest. "You want me to beg, plead for your touch like a desperate man?"

Peña reaches down, calloused fingers skimming along your jawline before tilting your chin up to force your gaze to meet his own. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, the rough digit dragging across the delicate rosy skin.

"Very well. I'll play your game and be what you want me to be"

"Please, want to hear you baby: beg, plead for me. And I shall give" you squeeze his thigh, playing with his belt buckle, a soft metallic clink echoing in the charged air. "Would you want me to help you? Use your words"

"Please, y/n" he raps, your name a delicious sound on his lips. "Please, I need you. Your touch, your kiss, your everything... I'm begging you, baby, help me"

He never imagined he'd have you like this, let alone, on this scenario. Why had he restrained himself when you had always wanted this as much as he did: with the way your eyes took him in everytime he walked in the room, or the way your hand would linger on your brief meetings to share information. It was the way you held onto him, like faith.

Peña reaches down, fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt hidden under his belly, struggling to undo the clasp. The agent curses, feeling dumb all of a sudden with his display of desperation, at how a young girl gets him so out of himself, horny stupid. May be the lack of women or just, well, you.

"Touch me, baby" he pleads, his eyes dark and intense. "Wrap your hands around my cock and stroke me- Want to feel your mouth on me, for you to take me, please-"

He leans back, chest heaving. This raw need he feels, it tugs at his heart and cock.

"Since you've been such a good boy, I'll reward you" you smile, oh so sickenly sweet, as if you weren't edging him. "Gonna shove my cock so far my throat you won't be able to think of anything else"

Javier shudders at your words, cock leaking with precum at the thought of your lips around his shaft. The room falls silent, and he swears you might just be able to hear the beat that pounds in his ears, that be the reason why you're smiling while he anticipates your touch.

You unzip his jeans with a calculated sense of purpose, the denim material parting to reveal the straining bulge of his erection.

"Such a pretty cock, Javi" the nickname makes his groan, "is this for me?"

He lifts his hips, allowing you to tug the jeans down his thick thighs, dick in display.

"Fuck, y/n" his voice echos a needy rumble. "I'm not a man who begs, cariño, but for you, I'll do"

Peña's rough fingers grab your hair, guiding your face closer. The room grows hotter, and you swear you can smell his musky aroma, impregnated with desire and arousal.

So your reward is to wrap your lips around his tip and suck harshly. Javier lets out a rough hiss at the sensation of your mouth, even if just the tip. He feels your tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh, lapping at the drops of precum that had already leaked from his tip.

"Dios" he cries, his head falling back as he archs into your touch. His hand's hold on your hair turns more rough, as he's fighting the urge to thrust deep into your warm welcoming mouth.

You pull back, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. You enjoy every second of his disheveled state, and the way your eyes darken, reveling in the power you hold over him, Peña's desire burns even more ardent.

"Please" he begs, "need to feel your throat around my cock as you swallow me down" and then he's bucking his hips slightly, not to force himself on you, but to let you set the pace. He moans at the wet sounds of your sucking, lips stretched around his girth.

Over and over, you take him, your technique getting more confident with each turn.

"You're a natural at this" he praises, voice rough with arousal. "You're gonna be the death of me"

You pull out with a Pop! making him whine.

"Don't talk, baby. I just want to hear your moans you desobedient old man" he barely registers your next move, slapping his cock. He lets out a sharp, breathless moan at the contact. "Will you behave now and let me jerk you off?"

"Sí, sí, sí" he pleads without a second thought, or embarrasment of his needy state. He feels your hand wrap around his throbbing dick, fingers barely able to encircle his thick girth. You stroke him with a teasing slowness, and his hips buck involuntary as he gasps, the pain bordering on pain at the intensity.

He then bites his lips, trying to hold back the desperate pleas that'll sink his masculinity even further, but his chest heaves with the effort, his skin sweat-slicked over his tense muscles.

"Mmm, yes..." he breathes out, the wet sounds of your palm gliding along his arousal, more than he could take. "I'm all yours, baby. Use my cock the way you want"

You smile, "that's my good boy"

He tangles his fingers in your hair once more, guiding your hand as you stroke him. Your fingers and lips brushing drive him wild, whines he can't contain coming out.

"D-don't stop" he begs, eyes fluttering as he looses himself in the haze. "P-please, keep on touching me, making me feel this good. I want to paint your skin with my seed-"

"Beg for it" your voice is low, and you slap his cock again. "Go on, wanna hear you, pretty boy"

Javier lets out a shar gasp at the sudden sting of pain mixing with the pleasure coursing through his veins. His balls tighten, the pressure a ringing sound on his ears as you continue to stroke him ruthlessly.

"Please" voice reduced to a desperate, needy whine. "Please, I need it. I need to cum so fucking badly. Te lo pido, cariño. Déjame, por favor" (i'm asking you, honey. let me, please)

He bucks his hips frantically, fucking himself with your fist at the amounted pleasure.

It's a real picture: disheveled hair that sticks to his equally sweaty skin, fluttering droopy eyes, ragged panting and desperate moans spilling from his pretty lips.

"Fuck, I can't- can't hold it back" he mumbles, eyes wild and fevered. "I'm going to cum, all over your hand. Please, let me have this. ¡Te lo ruego!" (i beg you)

He was lost in the haze of lust, body trembling with the force of his impending climax. The pressure was unbereable; he needed to find release.

"Aw. Pretty boy can't take it anymore, can he?" you coo, laughing a bit. Your nails dig on his thigh. "Do it, baby. And don't hold back: I want to hear every filthy little sound out of your lips"

Peña throws his head back at the same time a low, guttural roar of pleasure rips through his throat. His cock jerks and spams in your grip, spurting hot shots like a volcano. Javier's never felt like this before: so fucking hard, hips bucking and thrashing as he rides out the waves of his intense climax, painting your hand with his cum.

"S-so good. Se siente jodidamente bien, carajo" he moans, hips jerking erratically as the last spurts of his release dribble out onto your fingers. (shit, it feels so good, fuck)

His body slumps back against the bed, and from your knees, you get to see his chest and tummy rising up and down, struggling to catch his breath. His seed still glistens on your hand, so you do the most reasonable thing and suck it off. Javi's cock goes hard again at the sound, dying to see what it looks like, if the image is as obscene as what he can hear, but his back is killing him, so he lays still, fluttering eyes as he looks at the ceiling, a satisfied smirk at the corners of his mouth.

"That was-" he can't even speak, oh God, "I want to" he fumbles his words, "want to please you in return, baby"

But you're not done for tonight. You get up, and he gets to observe your body as you slowly undress the last remanents of your clothes (underwear), a show for him and his hooded eyes. Peña licks his lips like a starved man, but fuck, wasn't he?

Then, you push his body to stay against the mattress, sitting on his lap. He gasps sharply as you pin him down, straddling his lips with a wicked gleam in your eyes.

"Do you think you deserve to cum inside me, Javi?"

He can feel your core pressing against his sensitive cock, wet and hot, making him shiver.

You pinch is nipple, waiting for an answer. A soft cry escapes his lips, and he's arching into your touch. There's a jolt that goes straight to his dick, and he can feel himself getting overestimulated, twitching and jumping under you.

But his eyes are dark and hazy, wandering with lust your body, hands roaming wildly with teasing touches. You brush his too, no, burn it where your touch meets his soft tanned skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"Mmm, I don't know if I deserve such a reward" his tone low and seductive, but there's a twinge of insecurity laced, as if he does believe he isn't worth it. "But I want it. God, I need it" you smile at his pleading. "Want to feel your tight little cunt squeezing my cock, for you to milk me for dry, to take every last drop of my cum"

He rolls his hips slightly, semi-hard cock brushing against your dripping sex.

"Tell me what I have to do to earn the privilege" he whines. "Haré lo que sea, sólo dilo" (i'll do anything, just say so)

"That's my good boy"

You grab his cock, settling it on your entrance, wet folds receiving him. You tease the tip before sliding it slowly inside, and Javier's body shivers when your slick heat taunts him, making him gasp sharply. He feels your moist coat his dick, allowing him to glide his cock along your slit with ease.

"So fucking wet, baby" he praises with a groan, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he fought the urge to surge forward, to bury himself in your welcoming heat in one hard thrust. "So ready for me"

You sink down slowly, every inch of your tight walls gripping him. It flutters and squeezes around his cock perfectly, making his eyes roll back in ecstasy.

"Feels so good, baby" he pants, hips lifting slightly to meet yours as you settle onto his lap. He can feel you enveloping him completely and its driving him mad. "Gonna make me cum before I'm even fully hard" 

He meets your gaze, drowning in your dilatated pupils, your breasts bouncing with every move and breath. Javier finds that, with such a view, it's not hard to fall into this supplicant version of himself.

You start bouncing on his cock, letting it hit all your spots. You whine, softly.

"God, Javi, feels so good-" he's babbling nonsense in spanish as he holds you by your hips. You feel your release coming.

"Shit, Javi. Mami is cumming-"

You fuck yourself faster on him, making Peña moan louder when you ride him harder, hips slamming down onto his with urgency. The wet slap of fleash against flesh fills the room, mingling with his cries and your whines.

"Do it, baby. Cum for me, want to know I made you feel good" he urges as he feels your walls flutter and squeeze around his dick, his fingers sinking into your ass' soft skin, guiding your movements.

With one final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside your cunt. You come undone around him, pussy clenching and rippling along every inch of his cok, sending him over the edge.

"Fuck, mami. I have to-"

You hold his hips down, still on your senses despite just having an orgasm.

"Wanted to cum without my permission, you needy slut? I said I want to hear you beg for it, ask me to come, and don't ever do it without me telling you to"

He can feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her, the urge to release his load overwhelming. But at your stern command, he forces himself to hold back, gritting his teeth as he fights for control.

"Perdóname, bebé" he pants, voice strained as he holds back. "It won't happen again without your permission" (forgive me, baby)

"Good. Have we learned, then?"

"Yes, yes!" he cries out, eyes wide and pleading. "Please, y/n. I beg you. Need to cum so badly, I- it's too much, please let me. Please, please, please!"

His fists ball tightly on his sides, knuckles turning white as his body trembles with his impending release.

"Please, let me have your permission to cum," he begs, voice a desperate, needy whine. "I'll do anything, baby. I'll be your good boy, your obedient fucktoy. Just say the word. Please, I'm begging you- let me cum for you"

You push your erection against your core, nodding in response.

"Cum for me, loudly, so I know that you're thankful for this"

With your permission granted and hips pressing down firmly against his, Javier allows himself to surrender to the overwhelming urge to cum.

Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his shaft, painting your velvety walls with his essence. He can feel each powerful spurt of his release, the sensation of his balls emptying inside you pushing him to even greater heights of ecstasy. The pleasure was almost too much to comprehend, the feeling of your hot, slick walls milking his cock for every last drop of his release sending him spiraling into a state of euphoria.

"Thank you, baby" he pants, struggling to catch his breath. "Thank you for letting me cum inside you"

"Is that so?" I chuckle, "want to really show me how thankful you are?"

Without telling him so, you slip out of his dick, cum still leaking from your legs, and place on top of him: on his face, even if he slightly struggles for air, keeping yourself held up on the headboard of his bed, barely putting any pressure on him.

"Then eat me, baby" you feel his hot breath against my folds, "reward me for riding your needy dick; wanna hear just how pussy starved you are"

Javier's eyes widened as you suddenly straddle his face, the scent and taste of your combined releases filling his nostrils and coating his tongue. He could feel the sticky essence, a mix of your arousal and his own cum, smearing across his cheeks as you ground your dripping core against his mouth.

Without hesitation, Peña dives in, his tongue delving between your folds to lap up the sensitive nub. He moans deeply, the vibrations rumbling through his chest and against your cunt.

"Mmm, fuck yes" he growls, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he pulls you down harder against his face, savoring your sweet pussy that tastes like him too. "I'm starved for this pussy, baby, could eat this pretty little cunt for hours and never get enough"

Peña seals his lips around your clit, suckling the swollen bud as he fucks his tongue deeper inside. He can feel his cock twitching and hardening once more, the sensation of your dripping sex against his face and the taste of your releases on his tongue reigniting his desire.

You grind my hips up to meet his face, moaning loudly as he continues to devour your cunt. He looks up at you, mouth still glued to my pussy. His eyes are glassy and he's whimpering into your folds. The image alone makes your pussy gush.

"Sweet boy, keep going. Doing such a good job with your tongue" you moan while his hips buck into nothing in the air, "love how you eat me out"

Javier moans into your dripping pussy as you ground her hips against his face, the praise and encouragement spurring him on. Your juices flow freely, coating his chin until they drip down onto his chest.

"Love eating this perfect pussy. I fucking love the taste of you, the way you gush and quiver against my tongue. I could spend all day with my face buried between your thighs, worshipping this sweet cunt"

He could feel his own arousal growing, his cock hardening and throbbing as he lost himself in the act of pleasuring you.

Spurred on by your praising moans, he redoubled his efforts, sucking your clit hard as he plungs two fingers deep into your soaked cunt. He pumps them in and out, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside you.

"That's it, hermosa. Ride my face. Please, use me baby, please"

He can feel your thighs trembling on either side of his head, body tense as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. The thought of tasting your release, juices flooding his mouth, made his own arousal swell to painful proportions.

"Would you let me use your nose, papi? Wanna cum on your face, grind off of it" you say, but even if you ask for permission, you're already over it, riding it.

Javier lets out a muffled moan of approval as you begin to grind your dripping pussy more firmly against his nose, using it to stimulate your most sensitive spots. He can feel the sticky essence of your coupling smearing across his upper lip and coating his nostrils as you ride his face with increasing urgency.

"I want to feel you cumming, drenching my face with your sweet juices" he pleads. "Paint my fucking nose with your release, baby"

He could feel your thighs quaking and clenching around his ears, body tensing as you chase your rapidly approaching climax. The scent of your arousal is overwhelming, the sweet aroma filling his nostrils and clouding his mind with lust.

"That's it, baby. Fuck my nose, use it to make yourself cum," he urges. "Give it to me, y/n. Give me everything you have"

You grip the back of his head, pushing him down while grinding your wet pussy across his face. You feel yourself tightening your hold as you come against his mouth, Javier letting out a muffled cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure as he feels your fingers tangling and tugging demandingly.

"Then be a good boy and take it all"

"Yes, mami!" he gasps, the words vibrating deliciously against your soaked, sensitive flesh. "I'm your good boy. I'll take it all, every last drop"

Peña feels your pussy clench and spasm against his mouth, walls fluttering wildly as your climax crashes over you. He whines deeply, the sound drowned out by the gush of your release flooding his mouth and pouring over his chin. The taste of your arousal is as sweet as he imagined, intoxicating, exploding across his taste buds and sending a bolt of pure lust straight to his aching cock.

"You taste so fucking good, baby. So sweet and perfect" he pants, his voice hoarse. "I could drown in this pussy and die a happy man"

He feels your body shaking and trembling above him, hips still grinding weakly against his face. But you still have the strength to lace your fingers through his hair and pull his head back.

You can feel his dick barely grazing your ass, rock-hard again.

"Now swallow it, and I might help you with that" you slap his cock with your free hand. He bucks and jerks at the mix of sensations; the way you toy with him and tease him, only heightening his desperation and desire. "Be a good boy just as you've been. I want to see this throat swallowing it all"

You taut his neck and adam's apple with your nails, the pull exposing the vulnerable column of his throat. He can feel the sharp sting of the nails digging into his skin, the sensation sending a dark thrill of pain and pleasure racing down his spine.

"Yes, mami" his voice a low, submissive rasp. "I'll swallow every drop, just like a good boy"

He tilts his head back further, Adam's apple bobbing as he gulps and swallows, trying to obey. The taste of your cum coats his tongue and slides down his throat.

"Good boy" you praise, stroking and slapping his shaft, your eyes never leaving his.

"Fuck!" he cries out, his hips thrusting up to meet your hand.

He can feel his release swiftly approaching, the pressure in his balls growing to an unbearable level. The way you touch him, the taste of your release still lingering on his tongue... he's gone insane, and it's your fault the same man who took down the biggest druglord of the world is now reduced to a moaning mess.

"Please, mami" he begs, his tone desperate. "I need to cum so badly. Will you allow me?"

"Do it" you pant, "and don't hold back any cute cries coming from your lips"

With your permission granted, Javier's cock spams violently in your grip.

"Fuck, yes! I'm cumming so fucking hard, mami. Thank you, baby, thank you so much!"

Thick, hot ropes of cum explod from his cock, painting your hand and his own abdomen with his essence. His body convulses beneath you, muscles clenching and unclenching as his climax tears through him.

He gazes up at you, eyes hazy and mind fucked.

This newfound pleasure was almost too much to comprehend, a weird feeling of ecstasy he had never dreamed of. And it was you, of all people, who had made him come by rendering him to a whiny and needy submissive part of himself he didn't know.

"Thank you for letting me cum, mami" he pants, his voice a low, rough rasp. "I am forever in your debt, baby"

You giggle, laying down next to him, while pressing a soft kiss to his sweat glistening temple.

"Anytime" you reply, so sweet and simple, as if you hadn't completely ruined his life.

But well, wasn't he known for his love to get into places he shouldn't have?

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @joelsknees / dts: para @ann-gell u know i love u right? my mx valentine, xoxo. no autorizo que te sientas mal así que ten una cochinada ft. javier peñita, te la dedico con amors, my hot funny lovely friend ♡

[ihave-atummyache]

jewelry

Stray Kids Imagine

OT8

summary: jewelry that shows the world u are their’s.

6.5k words

im not gonna say nsfw but im not gonna say sfw either…. some where in the middle.

absolute tooth rotting fluff tho!

also my seungmin brainrot is insane rn so like… just read and u will see

this is the song that inspired me to write this, can’t explain why, it just did.

Bang Chan:

Chan is definitely the type to absolutely spoil his baby!! Whether it's with jewelry or clothes or just nice words. He is such a caretaker and genuinely enjoys taking care of others.

He actually got you the locket for Valentine's Day. On the front, it has a pretty floral design and on the back in dainty cursive, it has his initials and your initials. You felt the tears immediately spring to your eyes when you opened the little black box.

"Chan! You didn't! This is so pretty. Oh my God," you can't stop the smile from spreading across your face and Chan can't help but mirror your own expression.

"Open it, love," his voice is gentle and you bite down on your lip to try to fight back the smile a little bit. You grab the necklace and gently unwrap it from the cushion before pulling it out and opening the small locket.

Inside is a picture that you and Chan had taken the first time you visited him. You had asked a stranger to take a picture of the two of you in front of the Han River and it turned into one of your favorite pictures of the two of you.

It was the same photo you used for your soft launch and one of your many phone backgrounds of you and Chan. Hyunjin had even painted the picture and gifted it to Chan for his birthday and it hung in his room, right above his desk.

"Baby," your voice cracks and your bottom lip juts out as your eyes fill with more water, "How did I get so lucky? You're literally perfect, you know that?" You finish your sentence and look up at your sweet boyfriend, his eyes swallow you up with pure love and adoration and you hand him the necklace before turning around and sweeping your hair over your shoulder.

"Can you put it on me?" You ask quietly. He grabs the necklace from your palm over your shoulder and twists it until its perfectly straight. He places the necklace over your head and fiddles with the delicate clasp for a bit before placing a kiss to the back of your neck, something he does every time he puts a necklace on you.

Your fingers reach up and gently touch the pendant, looking down at it again. You truly lucked out on getting the most perfect boyfriend you could ever ask for.

You turn around and press your lips against his, swinging your leg over his thighs and straddling his lap. You grab both his cheeks in your hands and hold tightly before you pull away from the kiss and start kissing him all over his face, his dimples, his nose, his forehead, his eyes.

He can’t stop the giggles falling from his lips at your antics. Your love for the gift made him feel absolutely elated.

"I'm so in love with you. It makes no sense," you confess and pull back to look down at your boyfriend again.

"I'm so in love with you, babygirl. You own my heart," his ears redden at his own confession and he grabs your hand from his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the palm of your hand.

"You really outdid yourself. If this is what our first Valentine's Day is like together then I can't imagine the rest of the holidays," you giggle at him and he smiles against your wrist before letting his hands drop around your waist, pulling you tighter to him.

"I want to make love to you now. I want everything off except this locket. How does that sound?" he asks suddenly and you smile down at him, pressing into his hips a bit harder, applying pressure to where he is slowly getting hard under you.

"Sounds like a plan," you agree and lean in to kiss your sweet boyfriend again.

Lee Know:

Minho is a bit possessive. We all know this. He can't help but wanting to make sure everyone knows that you are his, even in a subtle way such as a necklace.

"Baby? Are you home?" Minho's voice echoed through the empty space of your apartment. He continues walking further into your house until he finally lays eyes on you in your bedroom.

You were knocked out cold, making time for your daily nap. He chuckles as he shrugs his jacket off and places it in the chair at your desk. He reaches into the pocket of the jacket and pulls out the thin chain. He rolls the pendant in his fingers again, a small smile on his lips.

He approaches you where you are on the bed and uses this moment to really just take you in. You look so peaceful, completely relaxed against your pillows and a plushy hugged to your chest.

He gently moves a stray piece of hair away from your face before leaning down and placing a kiss where your hair just was. You twitch a little when his lips meet your skin but you don't wake up.

He gently moves his hand under your neck, careful not to stir you awake, and clasps the necklace to you. It falls just below your collarbone and he leans down to press another kiss to the skin exposed there.

"M-Minho?" you grumble out, slowly pulling your eyes open and being met with the soft eyes of your boyfriend. He knows exactly where to touch you to wake you up and your neck and collarbone have always made you stir.

"Hi, baby," your voice is still raspy from sleep and you can't help yourself from wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into the bed.

He lands on top of you with a chuckle before rolling off of you to the other side of the bed. You look up at him, still a bit dazed in your freshly awoken and cuddly state.

He would never admit it out loud, but he loves when you are sleepy or just waking up. You cling onto him like a baby and it makes his heart want to absolutely explode.

"I got you a gift, pretty," he pushes that same strand of hair from earlier behind your ear and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"Oh? What is it?" you ponder quietly, leaning into his touch. His hand gently trails down your neck before he traces the outline of the chain and rolls the pendant in his fingers.

"You already have it on," he replies, a smirk on his face and your hand slowly moves to your neck, tracing the necklace. You jolt up, suddenly much more awake and get out of bed to look in the mirror at the necklace around your neck.

It's a thin chain with a pillar bar pendant on it. You rub your fingers over the pendant before your notice the engraving on the front. It's his name in Korean on the front but you notice more engraving along the back as well. You gently spin the pendant around and on the back is his name in English.

"Possessive lil guy aren't you?" You tease as he rises from the bed and walks towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest to your back. You reach up and gently play in his hair.

"Mhm. You could say that," he agrees and places a kiss on your jawline. You twist the strands around your fingers and smile at your pretty boyfriend in the mirror.

"Your hair is getting long, my kitty," you comment and he breaks his gaze from your eyes to look at himself in the mirror.

"I need a haircut," he replies and meets your eyes again in the mirror. His gaze shifts down your neck, stopping and focusing on your pulse point before continuing down and look at the necklace against your chest.

"Leave it. I like it. Why did you get me this?" You question and drop your hand from his hair to play with the necklace again, sliding the pendant back and forth across the chain.

He shrugs in response and lets his fingers creep under the hem of your shirt, placing his hands against your warm stomach.

"Just because," he replies and you raise an eyebrow at him, not buying it for a second. He lets out a sigh of defeat, knowing you saw right through him.

"I saw some tweets. You're getting a lot of... attention. Male attention, lately. I appreciate them saying how hot of a girlfriend I have but I need them to remember that you are mine," he confesses, rocking the two of you back and forth while his thumbs continue to rub against your stomach.

You hum in response, still fidgeting with the necklace. It's pretty, stunning even. You know it probably cost a fortune but it came from the same guy who told you he would buy you an entire apartment complex so you didn't have to deal with neighbors.

"Also," he places a kiss to where your neck meets your shoulder, "I think it would look pretty dangling over my face while you ride me," he says it so nonchalantly and you smack his arm gently.

"Lee Minho!" You scold but you can't stop the giggle from escaping your lips anyways. He lets out a breathy chuckle against your neck, making goosebumps rise to your skin.

"Never take this off. Okay?" he suddenly asks, his voice much softer and a bit more vulnerable. You turn your head to lock eyes with him and immediately nod.

"Okay," you agree and lean in, pressing your lips against his.

Changbin:

"Is this corny?" Changbin turns his phone to you and shows you the matching bracelets that came up on his feed. They were simple and pretty, a rectangular charm with the advertiser's logo engraved in it. On the other side of the bracelet is half a heart and when placed beside each other, the hearts become magnetic and connect.

"Not at all. I think it's cute, bun," you smile at the screen and then look up at your boyfriend. He is studying your reaction with his own soft smile on his lips, obviously trying to read you and exactly how you feel.

A few weeks later, Changbin is even more giddy and excited to see you than usual. When you open your front door, he is bouncing on the balls of his feet with an adorable, dimply smile on his face.

"What are you so happy about, cutie?" You widen the door further, allowing his infectious smile to cause your own smile on your face. He bounds into your house, slipping his shoes off and making his way to the living room.

Changbin plops down on the couch and only then do you notice the package in his hands. He gently tears it open and opens the box, letting out a small gasp. You approach him from behind to get a look over his shoulder.

"Bun? What is it?" you question and he pats the cushion next to him, signaling for you to sit down. You quickly circle and sit next to him, turning to face him on the couch.

"They came. The bracelets I showed you!” he exclaims and holds the two pieces of jewelry between your faces. You smile at him and his adorable antics before grabbing one from his hand and flipping it over in your fingers.

His name was engraved into this one and on the back of the half heart was your first initial. You glance up at him and catch him already looking at you, big goofy smile on his face.

"You're the cutest ever, do you realize that?" you question and lean forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, "Help," you wrap the bracelet around your wrist and flip it, holding it clasp up to him.

He lets the other bracelet drop into his lap and quickly clasps yours for you before offering his own wrist and bracelet. The chain was a perfect length. It wasn't tight enough to make you feel claustrophobic but it wasn't so loose that it was tickling you or sliding up and and down your arm and wrist.

You grab his wrist, bringing it to yours and letting the hearts connect before giggling at the action. You pull out your phone and take a video of the bracelets connecting before turning both your wrists over and filming your matching names.

"You're just so lovely, my Binnie," you whisper out after tucking your phone behind you. He leans forward, hands around your waist and places his plush lips against yours.

The two of you are so goofy and smiling that the kiss is practically all clashing teeth and giggles. You wrap your arms around his neck and look behind his head, glancing at the shiny metal around you wrist. How lucky are you to be claimed by Seo Changbin?

Little did you know, he felt even more lucky being able to claim you as his own. He felt an immense amount of pride at the fact that he would be walking around with your name on him at all times. He felt even more prideful when he thought about how someone may compliment him on the bracelet or ask about it and he gets to gush about you.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin buys you jewelry all the time. He can't help it! He thinks his pretty little thing deserves pretty things. Most are just absolutely stunning necklaces, rings, earrings, bracelets, you name it, he's probably gotten it for you.

The one thing he realizes he has never gotten you, is an anklet. He's seen you wear them before and he thinks they look so pretty around your ankles. He loves the way the chain glitters in the right light and the subtly of the accessory.

Also, being the absolute gem that he is, he absolutely worships your body. Every. Square. Inch. This include your ankles. It's a delicates spot on your body that has become one of his favorites. He pulls your shoes off after a long night and will press a little kiss to your ankle, rubbing out your sore soles.

If he has your legs on his shoulders while pounding into you, he'll turn his head and place gentle kisses and nips to the skin of your ankle. It keeps you grounded and some how drives you even more crazy.

You're sitting on the couch, your feet in his lap and reading your book while he focuses on the show playing in front of him. His hands gently trail around your ankle and down your feet. His touches are gentle but not gentle enough to tickle. If anything, it was making you feel more relaxed and sleepy.

"Do you like anklets, my love?" he suddenly asks and you peer up at him from behind your book, thinking for a moment before nodding.

"I do, actually. I just don't wear them often. They usually get covered up by pants or leggings or whatever so I only wear them when I'm wearing something that'll show them off. Why do you ask?" You inquire, curiously and he shrugs, turning to face the television again.

"No reason," he ends the conversation there and you nod, returning to your book.

A few days later, you receive a text from your boyfriend then a text from the front desk of your apartment complex, notifying you of a package. You hadn't ordered anything. What could you possibly be having delivered? You open the message from Hyunjin first.

loverboy: sent u something (: tell me if u like it honey

You smile, letting the pieces start to fall into place. The package is from your boyfriend and you excitedly bounce up from your bed. You slide your shoes on and make your way down to your apartment's front desk. They hand you the package and it's small, only a few inches wide and flat. You drop your brow to a furrow as you make your way back to your apartment.

You don't recognize the name of the sender but you tear it open as soon as you set foot back into your place. You open the box and inside if a small piece of jewelry with a paper on top. You read the paper first and it says its an anklet.

You smile to yourself, reminiscing on the conversation you two had a few days prior. You pull the jewelry out but what you weren't expecting was for there to be Hyunjin's name on the anklet. Your jaw drops and you smile widely before pulling your phone from your back pocket and ringing your boyfriend.

"You love me sooo badddd," you tease as soon as the line connects. You hear your boyfriend's deep, breathy laugh from the other side of the phone.

"That would be correct. You like it, my love?" he asks. You can't see him but he looked so nervous on the other side of the phone. He leans back against the mirror, surely leaving some marks but he really didn't care at the moment. He chews down on his lip while he waits for your reply.

"I adore it!" you exclaim, excitedly before scurrying to the kitchen table and sitting down. You place your phone on speaker as you debate which ankle to put it on.

"Put it on your left ankle," his voice suddenly breaks the silence, almost like he was reading your thoughts. You chuckle at how incredibly in-tune he is with you.

"You know me too well, Hwang Hyunjin," you tease and pull your left leg up into the chair with you. You wrap the jewelry around your ankle and clasp it.

"Send me a picture," his tone is more demanding than asking and you cant help but immediately obeying when this side of him decides to make an appearance.

You pull up your camera and turn your leg, snapping a picture then sending it to your waiting boyfriend. As soon as it sends, it says read and Hyunjin hums on the other side of the phone.

"Can't wait to have your legs up on my shoulders later. Gonna look so pretty with my name on you like that," he suddenly speaks up, his voice low. He obviously isn't alone at practice and you bite down on your lip at the thought that someone could hear his dirty words for you.

"Mm. The sooner the better," you agree, rubbing your thighs together subconsciously. If there's one thing your boyfriend knows how to do, it's turn you on with just a single sentence.

"I'm wrapping up here. I'll be to yours soon," his voice is gruff and he hangs up before either of you can say anything else to get each other worked up. You can't help yourself though.

You pad away to your bedroom and take your top off before sitting in front of your mirror and crossing your ankles. In the reflection of the mirror is your exposed chest and your barely there shorts and at the bottom of the screen is the anklet with Hyunjin's name. You press send before you can think too hard about it and he replies almost instantly.

loverboy: you're playing with fire, princess. behave.

Han:

"Happy birthday, y/n," Jisung holds the wrapped box out to you and you raise an eyebrow at him, taking the wrapped box with the bow on top from his outstretched hand.

"My birthday isn't for another three months, Sungie," you laugh and he shrugs, biting down on his lip to suppress the smile.

"Christmas came early this year," he replies again and you laugh, placing a hand on your hip.

"Is it my birthday or Christmas? Make up your mind, you goofball," you tease and look down at the gift in your hand again. You sit down cross legged on the floor and Jisung mirrors you, sitting in front of you.

You glance up at him once more, his eyes eager and big as he waits for you to finally open his gift. You smile softly at his cute face before finally beginning to open the gift. You pull the bow off and set it on the coffee table.

You have a shoebox full of mementos from your relationship and he has a habit of topping gifts with a bow and you started to keep them. You can pick out exactly what gift each bow was on still, to this day.

You pull the box from the wrapping paper and slowly open it. It has a necklace, a pretty one. It has two tiny pendants, a sapphire and then a little circular silver pendant with a virgo symbol on it. You flip the silver pendant over and engraved on the back is 'IX・XIV・MM'.

"Baby..." you trail off as you twist the pendant in your hand. Is that an authentic sapphire?!

"Do you like it?" he asks, quietly. You look up at him, shock still on your face before nodding vigorously. A small smile breaks out on his face at you reaction. He quickly realizes your silence is in shock, not because you don't like it.

"Wait until you see the next part," he speaks up and you look up at him, your eyebrows dropping to a furrow. He pulls his hoodie over his head, leaving him in a sleeveless tank and leans closer to you. His hands wrap around a necklace around his neck and you scoot closer.

It was your birth stone and your zodiac sign. You flip the silver circle over and engraved in roman numerals is your own birthday. It was practically identical to the one in your hands.

"Han Jisung. I'm going to cry," you speak out softly. He chuckles and you look up at him, your eyes big and sparkly. Your boyfriend is so thoughtful. Although it is a subtle gesture, it is very clear that he wants a piece of you with him all the time.

"Please don't because then I'll cry," he replies and his hand finds the side of your face, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. Before it can get any deeper, however, you jump up, necklace in hand, and rush off to the bathroom.

You hear your boyfriend chuckle from his spot before you hear him slowly get up and trail behind you. You reach the bathroom and attach the necklace to your neck before turning it and letting the two pendants hang on your chest.

They're so subtle but so pretty. It's a piece of jewelry that you really have no reason to ever take off. It's small enough to go with everything but stands out enough that it would never be overlooked.

"That blue looks stunning on you, darling," Jisung's voice pulls you from your daydream and you turn around to face him, your fingers still playing with the necklace.

"Ya think so?" You ask, tilting your head and he closes the space between you, placing his hands on your hips as you sit back against the bathroom counter.

"Mhm. Although, you do have the magical ability to look good in everything you put on. You even look good in yellow! Who the hell looks good in yellow?" he chuckles and you let your head fall back, a laugh leaving your lips.

"You're too sweet for me. I don't know what I did in my past like to deserve this kind of happiness but i'm very thankful to myself," you whisper and let your hands trail up his exposed arms until you interlock your fingers behind his neck.

"I thank God every night that you're mine," he replies, eyes still big and soft for you. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sappy sentiment and let the blush rush up to your face.

"Maybe i'll just get your name tattooed on me. Just in case I have to take this off," you speak up and Jisung eyes light up at the idea, a bit too excited.

"Would you actually?!" he exclaims, a ridiculous smile on his face and you can't help but roll your eyes, shaking your head.

"That was a joke and you're a little too excited about the idea," you counter and a cute pout makes its way onto his face. You lean forward, kissing the pout from his lips before looking up at him again.

"I love you," you breathe the words out and despite the amount of times you've told each other that you love one another, a blush still climbs to Jisung's face. The same way that you have learned to absolutely adore.

"I love you, endlessly," he replies and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Felix:

"What's your ring size?" Felix asks, scrolling on his phone and you freeze, almost dropping the bowl of food in your hand.

"W-what? Me?" you question, pointing to yourself and your boyfriend rolls his eyes before looking up at you. A small smile plays on his lips.

"Who else would I be talking to, angel?" he questions and you clear your throat before sitting down in the chair across from him. You push his bowl of food towards him and he locks his phone, placing it down on the table.

"Relax, baby. I'm not proposing yet. I'm trying to get you a gift. Something for your birthday that I think you would like," he speaks up, a cheeky grin on his face when he realizes just how flustered he has gotten you.

He leans down and takes a spoonful of food into his mouth and you clear your throat again, telling him your ring size for each finger. He quickly grabs his phone and opens the notes app, writing down your answers.

"What are you wanting to get?" you question and he looks up at you from over the bowl, an eyebrow raised.

"It wouldn't really be considered a gift if I told you what it was, would it?" he asks and you take a bite of your own food before shaking your head.

"Can I have a hint?" you inquire instead and Felix chuckles. He always tries to not tell you when he's getting you a gift because it always goes this way. You beg and beg and beg for him to tell you what he got you.

"Sure. It's a ring," he replies sarcastically and you narrow your eyes.

"I gathered that, you little shit," you grumble and he chuckles again, gently kicking your feet under the table with his own.

"You'll love it. I promise," he assures you and you glance up at his pretty eyes. They stare back at you, big and sparkly.

"Promise?" you question, slightly appeased by how assured he is that you'll enjoy your gift.

"Pinky swear," he stands and reaches across the table, holding his pinky out. You stand as well and interlock your pinky with his. You both kiss your thumbs and press them together before leaning towards each other and pressing your lips together in a soft kiss.

The night before your birthday, your boyfriend decided to spend the night. He claimed he wanted to be there as soon as the clock struck midnight so he was the first to tell you happy birthday but he also wanted to be the first to give you your gift... well gifts.

"Happy birthday, my love. You make me the happiest ever," Felix speaks up from beside you. He had to have been watching the clock because you didn't even notice the time change while scrolling through social media.

"I love you," you simply reply and sit up from his chest to kiss him softly on the lips. He pulls away quickly, much quicker than his needy self usually does, and walks towards his bag. He reaches in and pulls out a gift bag before making his way back to the bed and sitting crosslegged facing you.

"Open," he demands and you chuckle, locking your phone and taking the bag from Felix's slightly shaky hands. You reach in and pull the tissue paper out before you're met with three boxes.

You pull all three out at the same time and toss the gift bag to the side before opening the first box. Inside is two rings, both have pinkies on them. If they're placed together, it looks like a pinky swear. You open your mouth to thank him and gush about how much you love him but he interrupts you before you can.

"Open all of them and then let's talk," he chuckles and you smile, nodding in agreement before moving on to the next box. It also had two rings in it and engraved on the inside was you and Felix's initials and your anniversary date.

Finally you reach the last box and open it. A pretty diamond ring sits by itself in the box and you gasp. It was the exact ring that you had favorited a million times on your Pinterest and you look up at Felix with tears in your eyes.

"Felix..." you trail off and he's already looking at you with tears in his eyes.

"Okay, I lied. Maybe I was thinking about proposing. So, y/n... will you please marry-"

"Yes!" You interrupt him before he can finish and throw yourself into his lap, "A million fucking times, yes," You scry into his shoulder and you can feel the deep chuckle leave his chest as he buries his head in your neck.

Seungmin:

“I love that choker that Innie had on. With his name on it? I just know it costs an arm and a leg though,” you chuckle to your friend on video call and she nods at you.

“No but seriously. The stylists ate with that one. The whole look was just-”

“Okay! No thirsting over Jeongin! Please!” you interrupt her and she just laughs at you as your bedroom door creaks open. You look over your shoulder and are met with your boyfriend’s pretty face.

“Thirsting over Jeongin?” Seungmin questions, an eyebrow raised at you and you chuckle before pointing at your phone.

“Somebody is talking about how good Innie looked in that choker with his name on it,” you roll your eyes and your friend laughs on the phone.

“You started talking about it first!” She objects but you shake your head at her.

“No, I said I wanted one of my own. I didn’t say anything about how he looked in it. I was commenting about how good I would look in it,” you defend yourself and Seungmin chuckles, plopping down on his stomach on the bed next to you, mirroring your position.

“Mm. That definitely would suit you, pup,” he chuckles when you immediately blush, knowing your friend is listening in on the other side and watching you two.

“As hot as you two probably look fucking, I would rather gauge my eyes out than witness it. Love ya, y/n. Bye!” she rushes out before hanging up the call, not even giving you time to reply.

You let your head fall into the pillow, burying your burning face from Seungmin’s eyes. You felt hot all over and all he had done is give you one little compliment.

“You got me all flustered, Kim Seungmin,” you mumble, your voice muffled by the cotton but he just chuckles before flipping over onto his back and pulling you towards him.

“Hush. I’m the one that’s hard right now because of this thought, not you,” he counters you and you slap him gently on the chest, mumbling out something along the lines of ‘because I don’t have a cock that can get hard’.

A few weeks later, you’re at Seungmin’s place when there’s a knock at the door. He opens it and at the doormat is a package. He grins before picking it up and taking it to his room. You’re too preoccupied in the kitchen, fixing some food, to even notice he hasn’t returned until you hear him call for you.

“Baby? Come here!” His voice calls out to you and you turn around, realizing he isn’t in his chair where you last saw him and make your way to his bedroom.

“Yes? I wanna get this food done before the boys get home… what’s that?” you point to the leather in his hand and he holds it up, facing the outside towards you.

It’s a leather choker with big silver letters, “KSM” on the front. He reaches behind him and pulls out something that couldn’t be anything short of a collar with a little tag on it.

“Come here,” he beckons you to him and your feet move before your brain can even process that he called you towards him. It’s like your body moves on autopilot with him, ready to obey his every command.

“Kneel.” he demands and once again, you oblige. You settle on your knees between his legs, resting your hands on either one of his thighs.

“Which would you like to put on, pup?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips. The pink choker/collar catches your attention again and you gently pick up the tag, turning it over.

On the back, it has simple writing: ‘Property of Kim Seungmin’. You flip it over again and instead of your name on the front, it’s just says ‘Pup’. You shift on your knees and pull your lip between your teeth before looking up at Seungmin through your eyelashes.

“You pick,” your voice is soft and you place both your hands back on his thighs, rubbing gently as your eyes dart back and forth between the two chokers.

“You like them then?” he asks and places both chokers into one hand before using his free hand to gently stroke the side of your hair, pushing a few stray strands behind your ears.

“I do,” you nod, forcing the words out. You know he will scold you if you don’t use your words and something in you tells you that being a brat wouldn’t work in your favor right now.

“What a good girl you’re being. So obedient. How about we wear the black one while you finish dinner and while we’re in front of the boys. We’ll save the pink one for just us,” he strokes your hair again and you nod.

He drops the pink collar and wraps the black choker around your neck, securing the buckle. His hands trail down either one of your shoulders, making chills rise at his touch.

“So pretty. Such a pretty puppy for me, aren’t you?” he asks and you nod quickly, trying to keep being the good girl he wants you to be.

“Let’s go finish cooking, baby,” he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, helping you off your reddening knees and back towards the kitchen.

I.N:

“Here, babe. I’m gonna be gone for a few weeks and I know that isn’t too long but I’m still gonna miss you like crazy,” Jeongin hands you a little box and you smile at him. It’s rare that you see this soft, confessional, side of him. It’s cute and so very sweet.

“I love you, Innie. I miss you already,” you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. You look down at your hands and open the box. Inside was a little black bracelet with a small, rectangular attachment and a leather strap.

You pull it out, eyebrows dropping in confusion. You drop the box and flip the bracelet, examining the leather strap. On the inside was a little message, burned into the leather.

lNo matter how far, my love for you is never ending.

“Innie, I’m gonna cry,” your bottom lip drops into a pout and he gently takes the bracelet from you. He secures it on your wrist and in this moment is when you notice that he has the exact same bracelet in a different color on his own wrist.

“I haven’t even told you the best part and you’re already tearing up, crybaby,” he chuckles and you blink away the tears behind your eyes. You squint at the nickname and he leans forward, kissing the furrow between your brows.

He drops your hand and reaches up to touch his own bracelet. When he does, yours glows and vibrates. He touches it three times, causing three vibrations and it lights up three times.

“No matter where we are, I can tell you I love you and we can tell each other that we’re thinking about one another,” he smiles at you, sheepishly and you let out a shaky breath. He’s so cute, it hurts.

“Baby, I don’t want you to go. Ever. Can’t you just stay here with me forever?” you ask quietly and interlock your hands with his. You bring one hand up to your mouth and gently kiss his knuckles before letting his arms fall, keeping your hands locked together.

“If I could, I would, honey. I hope you realize that. You’re so important to me and I’m scared I don’t tell you enough. I love you in a way that is honestly so terrifying. Nobody has ever owned a part of my soul until I met you,” he confesses and brings your hands up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles in the same way you just had.

“You don’t have to tell me, Innie. I know you love me. You know I love you just as much, don’t you?” you question and he immediately nods. He knows that you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you.

“I’ll be back before you know it. It’s only a few weeks,” he reassures you before leaning in and letting his lips entangle with yours.

A week later, you’re sitting in your office. The days have seemed much gloomier and longer without your angel here to be with you. He truly brought a kind of light to your life that you had never though would be possible. He literally brought technicolor to your life and you couldn’t be more grateful.

As if he somehow knew you were thinking about him, the bracelet on your wrist suddenly vibrates. You jump lightly at the surprise and smile down at the bracelet when it vibrates three times.

You pick up your phone and send a text to your boyfriend.

i love you most. goodnight my love. i miss you like crazy

You knew it was close to 3 am in his time zone and you know he wasn’t near his phone but it was still nice to know he would be waking up to the texts of reassurance from you. You press the bracelet three times, confirming in that moment that you love him too.

a/n: i gotta stop calling jisung cute but like... hes so cute>_< seungmin is so sajagsgssk. i NEED him. BAD.

[ranunculussy]

enigma | part 06.

saturday

ꕥ part 01. | part 02. | part 03. | part 04. | part 05. ꕥ pair: Spencer Reid × BAU!fem!reader ꕥ warnings/tags: mentions of IKEA, awkwardness, somewhat oblivious Reid and reader, age gap, slow-burn, mutual pining, rivals to lovers, english isn't my first language so bear with me pls, idk about other warnings ꕥ word count: ~2.5k ꕥ summary: Spencer can't quite figure you, his rival out and this annoys him more than it should ꕥ a/n: hi guys! thank you so much for reading my work. i just wanted to apologise for the shorter chapter and that it took longer to update than usual. i was planning to post this originally around valentine's day but university started and things got a tiny bit busy. [this fanfic is also available on AO3 with the same title and username]

Pouring salt and lemon juice on an open wound would’ve felt like a walk in the park compared to asking for any kind of help or favour. You always handled everything independently and on your own way. You were ready to drop everything on the spot and lend a hand to those who asked but always made sure to deal with your problems by yourself. Among other things, this aspect of yours was a mixture of stubbornness and pride.

So, imagine how embarrassed you felt on that sunny Saturday morning, with your phone pressed to your ears as you anxiously waited for your call to be answered. It’s so dumb, they just got back from the case yesterday. I should hang…

“Hey pretty girl, what’s up?” Derek’s usual playful tone cut through your thoughts, stopping you from pressing the little red icon. You were relieved that you weren’t the one to wake him or at least judging by the lack of raspiness in his tone, he was already up.

“Are you perhaps… free today?” you asked as you quickly paced back and forth in your unusually empty bedroom. One of your cats, who was still very much a kitten, energetically chased after your feet, causing you to come across even less collected, since you had to look out for the little furball too if you didn’t want to accidentally step on him.

“For a woman like you, I’m always free.” Hummed the man at the other end of the line, immediately easing your nerves a bit. You rolled your eyes and let a playful smile spread across your face, which was wiped off just as quickly.

“Ah, for fuck’s sake Nick...!” before you could’ve said anything else, like probably an explanation for why you were calling your colleague, a low scream escaped your lips. “Sorry, my cat is just devil’s incarnate, and he decided it’d be fun to claw his way up on my bare legs.”

“For a moment I got scared that it wasn’t really me you were looking for.”

“Impossible, you know you’re always on my mind, handsome.”

You learned quite early on that Derek’s flirty demeanour was part of his personality and it was never serious when it came to the team. Even in amongst you, he knew that not everyone was open to suggestive comments or playful dirty talk. He made sure to never make anyone feel uncomfortable. Luckily, you were completely okay with this and even became a ‘partner in crime’.

“Okay, out with it. Why did you call?”

“Ah, I need a favour. I know you guys just came home yesterday and it’s totally okay if you say no…”

“Babygirl, I don’t even know what to say no to.”

“Yeah right, sorry. I need to buy a new bed because my last one was older than me and a few weeks ago it decided to end its life, which I can understand. So, I’ve been sleeping on the sofa. I mean, I wouldn’t exactly call it sleeping. And I know that I am even funnier when I’m sleep deprived but now that I’ll soon be back in action, it’d be nice to be well rested, you know. And yes, I could just walk into an IKEA, choose a bed and ask for a delivery, but…” You were definitely rambling and overexplaining yourself, as you did whenever you got flustered or felt awkward. Just like when you gave Reid a gift, you still haven’t recovered from that. The others quickly got used to this, given that they already had a yapper in their company. However, it didn’t mean you weren’t self-conscious if you noticed what you were doing.

“Let me stop you right there. You need help with taking home and putting together a bed, right?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll be there in an hour, but I’m bringing help. These muscles can do a hella lot of things but getting a whole bed to the 7th floor is different.”

“Of course. Thank you, Derek.”

After the call ended, you stood in one place in the middle of your room, trying to calm yourself down, contemplating your life. Asking for a favour shouldn’t make you feel like you’re being hunted for sport. But it did, especially since it included one of your co-workers.

Originally, you planned on getting this done with your brothers, but both were out of the country for two more weeks. You’ve read so many past case files where it later turned out that the UnSubs were previously in one of the BAU member’s homes as maintenance workers or something similar that it made you a tiny bit paranoid. This is one of the reasons why you preferred to fix everything you could by yourself. It was to avoid letting unknown people into your flat. You weren’t that worried about Morgan’s unfamiliar friend though, given that you completely trusted the profiler.

Well, colour you surprised when an hour later as you hopped into the backseat of the black Range Rover Autobiography, you were met with passenger princess Spencer Reid.

“Oh… Hi.” your voice got awkwardly high-pitched. You avoided looking at him both directly and through the rear-view mirror. You weren’t quite prepared for this scenario. It was bad enough that the anxiety caused by being afraid of becoming a nuisance for Derek filled your entire body, now Dr Asshole was there too. And you appreciated the help, you really did. But now this also meant that the man with whom you had an indefinable relationship will enter your home. The home, which was so obviously, undeniably you. It was almost like a piece of your bare soul on display both in a good and bad way.

“Hi.”

“So, IKEA?” clarified Derek before things could’ve gotten even more uncomfortable.

“Yes. I already chose which one I’d like so I won’t be taking up much of your time, promise,” you said and as proof, you held up your phone, with the website open and the specific furniture on the screen.

“Oh, Tonstad was mentioned in a travel brochure I’ve read a few years ago when I was looking for places to visit.” After Spencer took a glance at your phone, his eyes almost literally lit up. He enthusiastically explained what the name of the chosen bedframe and mattress meant. His hands were just as expressive as his mouth. It was sweet, how he probably wasn’t aware the constant movement of his fingers. “It’s a little Norwegian village and was the administrative centre of the old municipality of Tonstad from 1905 until its dissolution in 1960. In 1960, it became the part of Sirdal, and it continued to be the administrative centre there.”

Weirdly, his slightly rambling, lengthy explanation somewhat put you at ease. It was one of those rare moments when his facts weren’t undermining your professional ideas and theories. These facts were simply just facts, it was interesting listening to them, and he was able to keep your attention so much so, that you didn’t even notice how curiously you stared at him.

However, he did. Since you had no reason to use contact lenses on an early Saturday when you weren’t working, those damned glasses were on you again. The sight basically magnetized his gaze to your face through the rear-view mirror, automatically triggering the memory of his weird dream about you from a few weeks before.

For a quick, passing moment he became annoyed. The genius didn’t quite understand why a simple object, invented around the 13th century—with its precursors dated back to the Eastern Han Dynasty in China—had such an effect on him. Spectacles have been around for a few hundred years now, it was quite literally a basic, everyday necessity for almost half the population. At times even he himself had to wear it. So then, why in the hells did you have this weird, unexplainable effect on him? It wasn’t fair, how you were able to cause a ruckus in his extraordinary brain without even trying.

Much to his dismay, he was very well aware how you looked at him from behind. The way the Sun shined on your irises captivated him. All your attention was his. And he had to come to the unfortunate conclusion that he very much liked this.

×××

“Is it okay if I let out my cats now?” you asked the men in your bedroom that got cluttered and chaotic rather quickly. They were in the midst of putting your bed together, however, it didn’t go as smoothly as they planned. Derek wanted to use a simple thing, called common sense, and build the bedframe how it seemed right while Reid insisted on strictly following the manual which he already read and memorised word for word. On top of that, they didn’t let you help them, not even a tiny bit. The one thing that both agreed on was that you’re not going to do anything physically exhausting while you still have a healing wound on your side.

“You have cats?” asked the doctor and he even turned his precious attention from the wooden parts to you.

“No Reid, I just prefer to eat and drink from a bowl on the ground.” the sarcastic reaction came out before you could even register it and, in a way, you almost immediately felt guilty about it. He was there to help you. There was no need for hostility. But you were very much on edge, more than usually, since this was the first time they were in your home. You were aware of the fact that just by looking at the environment you created as a home, he was able to profile the shit out of you, and you didn’t like this at all.

You had various kinds of potted plants everywhere—all safe for your pets—, even on top of stacked books that were scattered around the living room. Your dish rack was filled with colourful mugs, plates and bowls, most of them had different patterns and shapes. You bought the majority of those from artisans who set up stands at different fairs. All of them were unique but the colour scheme matched nicely, making your kitchenware organised and fun at the same time. Some were made to look like a blooming flower, some had animal or geek features on them. Penelope was over the moon when she first saw it, so much so that it wouldn’t have surprised you if she sneaked a few out of your place at the end of the occasional get-togethers.

The bookshelf at the wall between your kitchen and living room immediately caught Reid’s attention, but assembling your furniture was the main priority, so he forced himself not to pay much attention to it. Secretly though, he hoped he could take a closer look at what you read and by what system you organised your books, just so he could possibly get to know you more without having to engage in your usual bickering.

Before the doctor could’ve answered your last sentence, you took a swift turn and left your bedroom. A few minutes later the sound of long, drawn-out meows filled the small flat.

“Yeaaah, I know, I know. I’m sorry.” you answered to your pets in a high-pitched tone. The first one to run out of the bathroom was an adult, slightly chubby black cat with deep, amber eyes. You found her and her brother—the sweetest little calico, who was still chilling in the cold sink, even though you opened the door for him to leave—on a hot summer’s night, during a storm that was one of the worsts you’ve ever seen or experienced a little more than two years ago. The kitten named Nick, is an entirely different story. You found him in a dumpster, near your apartment, squaring it up with a raccoon. He hasn’t calmed down ever since. “But I locked you up for your own sakes. And it was only for half an hour.” To this, another long meow was your answer, to which you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. They were dramatic, for sure.

“Should I consider my win on the last case as a result of you, not having a bed?” Reid’s voice almost made you jump; it was so sudden. He was leaning to the doorframe, curious eyes diligently taking in every single tiny detail of you and your surroundings. You were in the process of taking the sweetest little prince out of the sink. The long-haired calico was rather scaredy and hated unfamiliar people but was a total lovebug for those whom he knew. Unfortunately, the tall profiler wasn’t amongst these persons, so the cat’s instincts took over and, in a blink, he clawed his way out of your warm embrace to hide behind the washing machine.

“Shit! Daisy…” you yelped as you became more and more aware of the tingling, hot pain that spread across your upper and lower arms.

“Ah, I… Khm. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I knew he is afraid of strangers, I should’ve left him alone, but I felt guilty about locking them up for the time you got the bed to my room.” you explained the situation while you started to clean the shallow injuries with some warm water. There were only a few scratches, luckily, but they burned like hell. “The other two will be okay, though. Jordan usually sits on top of the cat tree and judges everyone while Nick brings doom and destruction to all things in existence.”

It didn’t require much brain power to put two and two together, Spencer almost immediately recognised the connection between the names of your cats, however, he didn’t mention a thing. He wasn’t sure how you’d react, and he didn’t want to start a fight. Up until now you’ve only met each other outside of work when the team went out for drinks and even then, you tended to avoid interacting with him. So, instead he silently reached for the soft, salmon-coloured towel and handed it to you, his watchful gaze never leaving your figure.

thank you again for reading my work, hope you're having an awesome day! i hope it isn't a problem that this fic is getting longer, i'm just taking slow burn seriously (only thing i can do lmao) taglist: @halfbloodwriter @starrystormwritings @kspencer34 @maisyyyyyy @theseerbetweenus @throwaway-things divider from @cafekitsune gif from @reidgif

[towasdandelion]

Rating Valentine's Day lines from Tokyo Debunker cause I'm bored pt 2

Haku - ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Too huh? Just how many did you get?? Not like I'm jealous or anything

Kaito - ★★★☆☆

You need to chill my guy or else it's going to happen sooner than you imagine

Tohma - ★★★★☆

Very polite and nonchalant as expected from Jin's slave friend

Jin - ★★★☆☆

Could be worse, right?.. Our Ice queen needed a moment to realize

Alan - ★★★★☆

Very polite at least he doesn't reject them. Anything for your smile babygirl

Ren - ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

A rare moment of Ren being considerate? I'll take it

Towa doesn't want to talk to me and the rest I don't have, so I'll write their lines I saw on Reddit:

Towa - ★★★☆☆

"I know what these are! They're Valentine's Day chocolates! They're Coriander's favourite food. You're giving them to me? Thanks?..."

Why do you sound so confused? Ngl I thought he'd be the type to love Valentine's day with how much he's dreaming of love 💔

Ritsu - ★★★☆☆

"Thank you for the chocolates. Are you gifting them to me out of social obligation, or is this an expression of affection? Your answer will influence what you receive in return"

Bro just take the chocolates without interrogating me

Lucas - ★★★★☆

"Thank you! This is all very new to me. In the UK, it's men who express their gratitude to women on Valentine's Day"

Another polite one nothing more to add here

Yuri - ★★★☆☆

"Hmm, my blood sugar was just starting to drop. I suppose you do have it in you to be considerate every now and then... Pardon? Valentine's Day?... (Gasp)"

Now now don't be so surprised, you'll choke on the chocolate (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Lyca - ★★★☆☆

"Oh, thanks. Professor Nicolas said I can't eat chocolate, so I'll give it to Casanova and Gigolo!"

Are you absolutely sure? This picture says otherwise (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

[harryandpedro]

uppercut - eleven

summary: Pedro goes down on Maisy

parings: boxer/singledad!pedro x nanny!fem oc

warnings: twelve-year age gap, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, the soft!dom is soft!doming, Pedro is extremely soft and sweet as always, fem!mc is inexperienced and a bit clueless, use of pet names (sweetheart, flower, sweet girl, babygirl(!!)), aftercare

wc: 4.8k

series masterlist here

a/n: happy valentine's day angels, this is my gift to you, happy reading </3

Maisy

I wake to the shape of him dressing in the grey of the room. I didn't hear his alarm. I'm about to greet him but I stop myself. I want to see how he wakes me, because I'm irrational and self-absorbed like that. I'm curious about whether he kisses me, says my name, or shakes my arm.

"Maisy," he coos softly.

I lamely feign waking up, and open my eyes to see him perched on the edge of the bed, gazing down at me.

"Hey," his voice is all morning rasp, deep and scratchy. I rub my feet together under the sheets.

He flashes a brilliant smile and I know today's going to be a great day. "I gotta head out soon. I'm gonna wake Oliver. Can you be downstairs in like tenish?"

I tug the duvet under my chin, "Mhm."

He nods and his eyes take me in languidly. "Are you...feeling okay?"

My cheeks flush at his solicitous inquiry. "Yes, a little sore... but yes."

"Good."

He opens his mouth to say something else but never does.

He stands and jabs a thumb in the general direction of his son's nursery. "I'll wake him now."

The day ensues casually. I spend the forenoon tidying. There are so many things Pedro needs help with around the house and I know he didn't hire me as a cleaning lady, but I don't want to ignore them. Even though he's for sure going to be annoyed I pick up the slack. I vacuum the entire house, mop the kitchen and do a load of laundry during which process I may or may not give one of his used T-shirts a deep inhale.

Following lunch, I decide to take Oliver out for a stimulating walk and get ourselves ice cream. Post-walk, he's too cute and clingy and I'm too overcome with parental greediness so we crash on the couch.

×××

Pedro

I get home loaded down with bags of groceries for our Mexican-themed dinner and right as I step through the door, I notice how clean and tidy the space is. Across the hall, I hear the tumble dryer going, so she must’ve done the laundry, and all of Oliver’s toys that were scattered across every corner of the house just this morning have been put away.

She’s helping out wherever she can even though it’s not her responsibility.

I remember staunchly why I need to stop having fantasies about my son’s nanny.

She is the first good one I’ve ever had, and I’d be damned if I messed it up because my cock seems to react every time she does something nice for me or Oliver.

Okay, so maybe I am kidding myself with that. It isn’t just when she treats Oliver like her own, or when she does something around the house that she really doesn’t have to, or when she makes my life easier by doing what — in her words — is the bare minimum of a babysitter.

It is that she is otherworldy gorgeous.

Every small, ridiculous thing about her turns me on.

I need a cold, hard reality slap.

I need to stop fantasizing about my nanny.

No matter the strenuous jump-roping session I did after post-training that left me gasping for air and wincing against my ribs, the pain didn’t last.

As soon as I was on my way home, all my thoughts drifted to Maisy.

And at my core, a voice is telling me no amount of masturbation could help.

Which is a real fucking problem.

I shake the thoughts from my head, doing my damndest not to think too hard about her as I kick off my shoes and move further into the house, scooping out the rooms in hopes of finding my son or his unfairly beautiful nanny with a voice I can't get out of my head as it mewls my name.

I drop off the groceries in the kitchen and turn into the living room. At first, it appears empty but as I look over the backboard of the couch, Masiy cuddling my boy comes into view.

My heart thuds out of sync for many beats. I knead at the spot.

Rick made me do accessory work on my pectorals, that must be the reason for the soreness, I reason.

Roused by my ogling, Maisy stirs then blinks a few times as her vision clears and she reaclimates. When she sees me, a slow smile spreads across her plush, naturally cherry lips.

They are kissable lips, a voice says in my head.

I shoo it away. Inappropriate.

Instead, I focus on my boy. "Did you have a great nap, Buddy?" I ask, leaning over the couch and tickling Oliver’s belly.

Maisy sits up, propping my son on his knees.

My boy is all bed-head and dried drool from his nap. "Daddy," he mumbles, reaching for me.

I pick him up, and his little arms instantly go around my neck. My heart thuds with affection, and I cover his cheeks with kisses and he wiggles in my grasp, giggling.

"Sorry. I know I shouldn't have let him nap on the couch with me. But he was extra cuddly today and fell asleep on me while we watched a video of vegetables dancing and—," Maisy rambles.

The corners of my mouth quirks up in a small but fond smile. "It's okay. You don't have to explain yourself," I tell her reassuringly. "I trust your judgment with him."

She nods, her eyes flitting around me, her fingers fidgeting with her droplet necklace.

"I gotta take a quick shower, but we can get started on dinner after?"

"Sound great," she agrees, standing.

I let Oliver down. "I'll be right there with you."

She saunters into the kitchen, my son crawling after her.

He's still not quite walking but he can make a couple of steps on his own before losing balance. I try not to sweat over his slow but steady progress. He'll get there.

After a cold shower in the downstairs bathroom – and against my better judgement –, I wrap a towel around my waist and spy on the two of them for an idle moment.

Oliver sits on her hip as Maisy puts away the groceries. She announces each item she stores away, teaching him the names of vegetables and fruits. I should go back to my room and put some clothes on, but I just want to be around them.

Eventually though, a few more self-indulgent moments later I begrudgingly tear my eyes away from them and get dressed.

I put on some worn jeans and tug a crumpled white t-shirt on while descending the stairs. My bare feet make soft padding sounds as I walk into the kitchen. "Ready, chef?" I ask jokingly.

Maisy puts me right to work. I'm on prep duty, peeling, chopping, dicing anything she puts right in front of me. It's all awfully domestic. Oliver perches in his high chair, supervising us as he devours his less gourmet dinner of mashed potatoes and hard-boiled egg. There's music playing and Maisy sways her hips as she blows on the ladle and holds it out to me to taste.

"Careful, it's hot," she warns, gauging my reaction as I let the sauce dissolve on my tongue. "More salt? Five more minutes?"

"Five more minutes. Seasoning is spot on."

I’m wiping Oliver’s face clean with a damp cloth when I hear a hiss and a quiet Fuck coming from Maisy.

My eyes cut to her as she tosses the knife into the sink, and lifts a finger to her mouth.

"You okay there?" I ask, and I can hear the alarm in my voice. I'm not slick at all.

"I’m fine, just cut myself." She sounds fine but there’s a pleading ring to her voice—which I might make up in my head, but I don’t care. I want to take care of her.

Sitting Oliver on my forearm, I reach for her wrist, rotating her hand to inspect the damage, which is limited.

"Really, I’m fine," she says, avoiding my gaze as she pulls her wrist out of my hold and brings her finger back up to her mouth to stem the light trickle of blood.

I grab the makeshift first-aid kit I store under the sink and rifle through the contents, looking for the correct Band-Aid size.

“Let me,” I coax.

She lets out a heavy sigh, "Okay."

"Good girl," the title slips before I could stop myself. If she catches the insinuation, she doesn’t acknowledge it.

My hand wraps around her wrist again, guiding her finger from her mouth.

“It doesn’t look too bad,” I say, assessing the inconsequential cut.

“That’s what I told you,” she replies. I feel her intense, searching gaze on my face as I pull the Band-Aid from its wrapper, and place it with meticulous care.

"Maisy hurt?" Oliver pouts.

She laughs lightly, petting his head with her uninjured hand. "It’s just a little cut. I’m okay, it doesn’t even hurt," she assures my son.  

I work against the giddy smile that’s tugging on my lips.

I wrap the sticky ends together and delicately kiss the area where her cut is. “There.”

She shudders at the contact. “Thank you,” she whispers and turns away to resume work.

Before we sit down to eat, I tuck Oliver in for the night. When I return, a rosy-cheeked Maisy and a margarita is waiting on me. Even without the alcohol in my system, I feel warm and uninhibited.

Dinner is languid. We discuss how we prefer our hard-boiled eggs. We express our fears of growing old. We recall our first day as high schoolers, the number of our locker and the code combination.

Slightly tipsy, we get up to dance. Maisy is bashful at first but reassured by my awkward dance moves, lets herself loose. We do some consensual rubbing and grinding, the air between us charged. I'm nosing at her neck as we rock side to side, her back to my front, when George Michel's Father Figure comes on shuffle. It's a song I haven't heard in a while, and the lyrics sober me.

I break into a nervous sweat. We separate, I grab my phone and skip the song.

"You good?" she asks, her skin glistening.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just—, it's getting late and I have a session early tomorrow."

"Yeah, of course, you're right," she mumbles, but her face falls in disappointment, making me feel like the worst possible human.

I stack and carry our plates to the sink. I grip onto the edge of the kitchen counter and close my eyes. I feel her lingering presence. I blow out the air in my lungs, open my eyes and face her.

She's leaning against the counter, mirroring me, one of her hands toying with the hem of her sundress. "Thank you for tonight. I had fun."

A smile breaks across my face. "I enjoyed myself too," I say quietly.

Her eyes sparkle at my words and she perks up. She licks her plump lips, her throat bobbing with a swallow. I trace the movement.

"I—, I really want to kiss you right now," she divulges.

Heat rushes down, and my dick hardens with desire in my jeans.

"Can I kiss you?"

When she is this polite, who am I to resist the temptation?

It's like I'm a hormonal teenage boy. Lust overrides my consciousness. But I can't even pretend I'm not in way over my head. So, I chose to ignore it all and just live in whatever moment is right in front of me. Apparently, that is the opportunity to be kissed by Maisy.

Surging forward, I bend to meet her waiting mouth in an urgent kiss.

She melts into the kiss after a lag of surprise, her hands floating up to settle on either side of my jaw. Her touch is still tentative, even after the multiple orgasms I've given her, she's still too self-conscious to fully let her desires control her.

There's a different energy to her when it comes to intimacy. In normal day-to-day situations, she's opinionated, sure of herself and her values, but in bedroom-type situations, she's timid, coy.

I find it extremely sweet.

I know it's partly because of her inexperience but I think she likes to hand over the control. And I'm okay bearing the responsibilities.

I don't care to be particularly composed as I dole out my affection, the twisting of our tongues messy and clumsy with how badly I want to put my mouth all over her. I comb my fingers through her silky hair as her tongue meets mine. My hands roam down her sides, then loop around her waist to press her back into the counter.

Trailing my mouth down, I smear my kisses over the curve of her chin, the line of her jaw, then all the way down the column of her throat. She shivers, her hands pushing up into my hair.

I bend at the knees slightly, my palms cupping the backs of her thighs. "Hop," I murmur and I hoist her onto the kitchen island. Our lips disconnect for just a split second before she's chasing after me, grasping me by the nape of my neck.

I pry myself between her legs, her dress riding up but still concealing her as my hips slot between her plush thighs.

The way she kisses is needy, careless, unfettered. It turns me even more feral.

One of my hands moves up to cup the side of her neck, the other holds her by the ribcage. She wraps her legs around my middle, and her ankles cross, making the bulge in my jeans press against the heat of her. We both gasp at the contact.

I pull kiss after kiss from her until we're breathless and clamouring.

When she breaks for air, I reach behind to untangle her ankles. She mewls in protest but I don't backtrack. I'm on a mission to finally lick into her.

Giving her a placating kiss, I drop to my knees in front of her, feeling my pulse thrumming as I gaze up at her from this new position. Her hair is frizzy from my fingers running through it, and her chest heaves as she catches her breath through kiss-swollen lips.

She tugs at my hair, looking at me questioningly, but I don't make any move to get up, I stay right where I am. "Don't worry, flower, I'll take care of you."

My hands smooth over the length of her thighs, the fabric of her dress catching on my wrists as it pools around her hips. I grip her by the hips and pull her towards me so that she sits on the edge of the countertop, and hike her legs over my shoulders.

She yelps, choking on air.

In this position, I'm face to face with her heat, covered by a pair of blush pink thongs. There's a big wet patch on the gusset. She's completely soaked through. My erection twitches painfully in my pants, but I show some restraint.

Planting my mouth in a suctioning kiss on the flesh of her inner thigh, I start a new expedition.

As I pluck my teeth against the soft skin goosebumps raise on her skin, and she cries out my name."Pedro, w-we can take this to my bedroom, an—" she rushes, breathless.

I shake my head before she can finish. "Quit it," I bark lowly, her scent drugging me. "We're going to stay right here, sweetheart."

I drag my lips over her thighs, never fully parting from the flesh before I press another languid kiss to her skin.

"Oh God, oh God," she whimpers between gasps.

The closer I get to the apex of her thighs, the more unreal her scent is. I want to bury myself in her.

So I do.

I nose at where her clit is nestled away out of my sight, and she lets out the most angelic cry.

My fingertips tease the waistband of her underwear. "How was that? Did you like it when I nudged your aching little clit, baby girl?" I probe, peering up at her. Her cheeks are red, and her brows glisten with sweat.

"Mhump," she purrs. "Do it again, please?"

I lower my head and inhale deeply, her intoxicating smell filling my lungs. In response, she crumbles; she falls back onto her forearm.

I hook my thumbs under the string on her hips. "I gotta taste you. Been thinking about it all week, pretty girl." I tell her, trying to tame the keen edge in my voice. "Will you let me?"

A look of hesitation flashes behind her eyes, and her legs tremble (and not in the uncontrollable, post-coital way I would prefer, but in a nervous tick). Noting her uneasy, I reign in my desperation.

"You're nervous," I state.

She chews on her bottom lip. "I am," she says meekly.

I drop back onto my heels, and run my hands up and down the length of her thighs comfortingly before pressing a tender kiss onto each of her kneecaps. "If you want to stop or this is something you're not ready for, tell me. But you don't have to be nervous with me."

"Yes, I know," she speaks in a hushed tone, pouting. "I think what's making me nervous is that I'd never let a man touch me down there before you, let alone put his mouth on me so intimately."

"I'm aware of that," I say, my thumbs kneading at her.

"When you kissed me there—, I–I was overpowered with a rush of butterflies. I didn't know how to behave myself, it scared me."

"But they were a good kind of butterflies, yes?" She nods. "Well, you can always just tug on my hair. If anything that lets me know you're enjoying what I'm doing. How about you do that when you feel those butterflies?" I offer, sponging kisses to her kneecap.

She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. "Okay," she breathes softly.

"Now will you let me put my mouth on you?"

The slow but certain nod she gives is the permission I need before I'm finally shucking her underwear down her legs and unceremoniously stuffing them in my back pocket. A blissful sigh leaves me as I take in the glistening folds of the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen.

"Jesus, Maisy," I choke out in admiration. "How are you real? You're fucking stunning." There's a patch of downy hair above the cleft. Dark pinkish-purple folds gleam with her arousal. "God, you're fucking perfect."

"Thank you," she says softly.

Settling as comfortably as I can on my knees, I close that small, teasing distance, and plant my lips directly onto her clit. Her hips buck.

Another testing kiss and she stops breathing, her legs quaking around my head. I tsk. "Nah-ah. You need to spread your legs wider, sweetheart." I rasp and after a shuddering sigh, she obliges, parting those thick thighs even wider to give me access to the dark, wet heart of her.

I reward her with a long, slow swipe of my tongue across her leaking slit.

"Ohmygod," she slurs, thrusting her hips forward to chase after the sensation.

My lips lift in an impish smirk. She makes a keening noise, and the sound unlocks a deep well of joy inside me I'd never known existed.

Peering up at her, I push another budding kiss to her clit, this time watching the look on her face. Her eyes attempt to close, lashes kissing her cheekbones, with her mouth dropping into a small gape, and a pinch appearing between her brows.

After planting a slew of kisses on her clit, feeling her pulse jump against him, I slide my arms around to the backs of her thighs. My palms cuff the soft skin, fingertips denting into the gentle curve as I push her towards my face, angling her hips just so.

The scent of her lures me in and I scarcely hear her say my name as I move forward. I bend my head and feast from her. My tongue dips into the heart of her, tasting the wet as it oozes from within her, and my lips seal around her clit to suck, suck, suck until her legs tremble and she has to grip the edge of the countertop to cope.

I give her no mercy, and she doesn't ask me for any. She surrenders to my savage intentions so sweetly, it lights me on fire.

Clutching the dense swell of her ass in my hands, I haul her closer to my mouth.

The flat of my tongue slides through her slit over and over, collecting her wetness and revelling in the heady taste that was her before swallowing. I can feel her toes curl behind my back, her heels pressing into my spine to urge me into giving more. I smile around my ministrations as I zigzag my tongue over her pussy before turning my focus back on her clit.

Kissing at the bud, I speak as best I can without lifting my mouth from her.

"Y'taste so good, flower."

Her hands find my head, the tips of her fingers winding through my hair. "You—you're incredible. This—oh, God—is incredible."

Spurred on by her stuttered praise, I surge forward, replacing my lips with my tongue now laving over her clit. It's swollen between my lips as I give placating sucks to the bud, drawing the softest mewls from Maisy.

Diving down from her clit, I follow the split of her spread folds until I'm tonguing at her opening. Her wetness has spread to the inside of her thighs, my cheeks, and now the tip of my nose as I wag the flat of my tongue over her arousal-coated folds.

I jut my chin against her and thrust my tongue straight inside her pussy. She moans up to the ceiling. Her fluttering walls clench around me, welcoming me in.

I wriggle my tongue inside her, tracing along the ridges and curves. Her hands in my hair come alive then, tugging at the roots. Drilling my tongue inside her, I draw her higher and higher until her whimpers and gasps are obscenely lewd.

My cheeks are squished by her warm thighs, chin soaked in her slick and nose mushed against her clit.

I could do this all night, but I have a feeling Maisy's expiration is coming soon.

The telltale sign comes in the scrunch of her nose and her fluttering eyes.

"Gonna cum for me, baby girl?" I mouth against her clit, feeling her muscles bunch at the feeling of my voice vibrating around her.

A small whine crawls its way out of her throat as she nods, her mouth in nothing more than a gape.

"Want you to cum on my face," I croon, "Let me have it, sweetheart."

All it takes is a lingering suck of her clit before she's crumbling above me. My name leaves her mouth as if in prayer. Her back arches from the counter, pushing her hips that much closer to my face. Twitching with each pulsation that grips her, she holds me trapped against her, tossing her head in the throes of ecstasy.

I don't stop, feeling her clit pulsing between my lips. A cry dies in her throat when I move one hand from her ass to between her thighs to join my tongue inside her.

I drive a finger inside her snug cunt while sucking her clit between my lips. Her hands in my hair are shocked into a tight, unwavering grip, and heels dig into my back.

"Again," I demand against the inside of her thigh before curling another finger into that tight heat and flicking her swollen, throbbing clit with my tongue. "Give me one more."

She cries out then, louder and louder.

This time, when she orgasms, I fuck her even harder through it, fingers pressing into the front wall of her pussy, punishing a soft spot that makes her wail and ride my face without one iota of shame.

And if I don't I almost cream myself.

I carry her away for several long minutes, lapping her slower and slower until she grows too sensitive.

When she climbs down from her high, I'm still kissing her sloppy, swollen folds.

"Too much, too much," she whimpers, pushing my face away from her.

Drawing away, I look up at her. A slow, private smile spreads across her face. My heart gives a warm thump. Seeing her unwound for me...

Hell. I could easily get used to this. But it was only sex... right? Two consenting adults enjoying each other's bodies.

Easing her thighs from my shoulder, I move up her body to kiss those sweet lips. "You did good, so good, baby girl."

I fix her dress despite there being no reason to hide after what we just did, smoothing the fabric over her hips in a grounding touch. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I start her towards her bedroom.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

With her eyes hooded and movements lethargic, I guide her upstairs. Flicking on the light in her room, I deposite her on the edge of her bed. I watch with an affectionate smile as she flops back into the mattress, arms falling above her head as she stretches out.

I leave her to her quiet soothing and step into her bathroom.

Just as I thought, my cock is still impossibly hard in my pants, hiding a drenched spot on the front of my briefs where I've been leaking blurts of precum while tasting the very same girl who nannies my son and is the daughter of my coach.

I adjust myself and rid of the thought.

I find a small cloth under the sink cabinet, wet it and walk back to her. Her eyes open lazily, and her cherry lips slit into a small, intimate smile. Her feet dangle from the edge of the bed, and I kneel.

"Is it alright if I push up your dress again, sweetheart?" I ask, voice a low croon in the quiet of her bedroom. "Just gonna clean you."

"Okay," she mumbles, lifting her hips some as I push up the hem.

She wordlessly spreads her thighs and I make quick work of wiping up her arousal that dripped to the inside of her thighs. When I touch her clit, hoping it would be so fast she wouldn't notice, I earn a small hiss, her legs recoiling to close around my hand.

"Too much," she reminds me, a pout evident in her voice.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," I murmur, compounding my words with a kiss to the cuff of her knee.

A strong urge to take proper care of her grips me. I do the whole boyfriend experience; I get her a clean pair of underwear—a quick rummage around her underwear drawer reveals a lacy black thong that I make her wear—, and her sleep shirt from under her pillow, even going as far as draping the duvet over her and pressing a kiss into her hairline, which is beyond overkill.

I close the door behind me and the realization clangs through me; I'm catching feelings.

Maisy

I wake in the middle of the night, totally placated.

I get up to use the bathroom, and as I sit on the toilet, flashes of Pedro between my thighs sizzle across my mind.

My cheeks and neck flame up at the memory of what he'd done.

There was no hesitancy, no politeness in the way he kissed, licked, sucked. I felt totally out of control, and what's more, I wanted to be out of control.

And when he added his fingers... my mind felt like it went straight through a shredder and into a kaleidoscope.

When I came two consecutive times, I was left floating, drifting in a current of Pedro. He was still licking me, except more slowly, as if with no purpose but to savour me.

And then he rose over me, and kissed me, unconcerned with where his mouth had been just seconds earlier. I dimly wondered in that moment if I should be put off by that, but I was still violently twitching with pleasure, contracting with aftershocks that I couldn't make myself care.

He then proceeded to support me up the stairs, took care of my mess and dressed me for bed. I was half-asleep when he kissed my hairline, and I remember sinking into a sense of security that my brain linked to Pedro.

Pedro is big into aftercare.; without fail, he always makes sure I'm comfortable after we've been intimate, but last night felt significant, especially since he went down on me for the first time and I was in such a woundable state. He might consider aftercare as part of our arrangement, but thinking about it, I get a high emotional charge.

I know that he isn't playing any mind games on me because he's equally considerate and kind to me when we aren't making out, but still, I can't help but wonder how he would treat me if I were his—his girl, for real.

At the thought of there being an us, an emergency alarm goes off in my brain. I'm getting way ahead of myself. I'm starting to think our deal could turn into something more which is stupid and foolish and just all around messy what with our age gap and his close relationship to my dad.

I flush, and wash my hands.

Staring into my reflection, my inner voice asks, I won't be able to be remotely normal about Pedro and our arrangement going forward, will I?

"No, I definitely won’t, " I speak aloud.

I climb back into my bed and make myself as small as possible under the covers.

[ncity-agere]

Hi bunnie! I saw your Valentine’s Day post! I hope it’s not too late but I was thinking about how maybe the Enhypen members would think of their little who gives them hand made/drawn cards for Valentine’s Day.

Thank you! ❤️❤️

Of course it’s not too late! Happy Valentine’s Day, love! 💕

Heeseung: You waddle up to Heeseung, trying your hardest not to trip over your own little toes. You look up at your caregiver with big ol’ big eyes and blink at him wordlessly, handing him the construction paper with crayon scribbles.

“Ba! Ba!” You wave it at Heeseung and he smiles, holding his own hands out for the card.

You fidget nervously as he reads the card, admiring the colorful scribbles you put so much time into. You tug on his sleeve, getting more and more anxious about his reaction. “Ba?” You whimper from behind your pacifier.

Heeseung picks you up and sweeps you off your feet, holding you on his waist. “Did you make this for me, lovely?” A nod. He smiles and bounces you on his hip, giving you a small kiss in your nose. “It’s beautiful, lovely. Just like you.”

Jay: He can’t stop looking at the card. He thinks it’s adorable that you made him such a pretty card all by yourself but…

“Baby… who’s this angry looking guy next to you, right there in the blue?” He asked pointing at the drawing on the front page of the card. There were two stuck figures holding hands in a field of flowers surrounded by comically large hearts.

You beamed, pointing as well. “That’s me right there in the yellow and that’s you, Daddy!” You grin. Jay scoffs at the hilariously scowling face on his stickman but smiles anyways, kissing your cheek.

“I love it, baby. Your drawing is very cute, thank you.” He cups your cheek and you giggle bashfully, happy that your Daddy liked the card so much.

Jake: “For me?” He asks, taking the card and looking through it. It was cut in a heart shape, and had his name scrawled in large pink letters with dog ears coming out of the “a”. He thought it was very, very creative how much effort you put into it.

Then he feels disappointed because he forgot to get you a Valentine’s gift! He didn’t make one either, he feels so silly!

“Aw… I should have made you a card too, babygirl/babyboy. You’re my little artist, aren’t you dear?” He cupped your squishy little cheeks with his large hands, making your heart flutter. “I love you so, so much! I’ve gotta make it up to you… what’dya say we got get some ice cream, huh? Would you like that, babygirl/babyboy?”

Sunghoon: You don’t give Sunghoon a typical open-and-close card. Instead, you draw a picture of you and him out, walking by the river together with you in your favorite jumper. It’s your best work by far and you’re more than excited to show it off to your Papa.

Papa stares at it for a smile and cracks a small smile, but something about it feels off. You immediately sulk, shoulders slumping in disappointment, wishing that your art could have been better.

But Sunghoon’s eyes widen and within seconds, he’s holding your face gently. “No, no! Wait, I’m sorry if I don’t seem expressive enough, love.” He starts to apologize, before you throw yourself into his arms. “It’s the most beautiful art I’ve ever- OOF!”

You think for a moment, pausing and nodding in understanding. Papa wasn’t upset, he just had a hard time expressing himself. And that’s okay, you’re just glad that he communicated and didn’t leave you feeling sad. “Is okay, Papa. I undewstand.” You hold him tight and he holds you back, careful not to crinkle your precious artwork. “I love you to the moon and back.” You babble, pulling away from your hug. “I won’ stop loving you until piggies fly.”

“And I won’t stop loving you until hell freezes over.” He waxes softly, making you giggle. It may sound blunt and dark to others but for you and Sunghoon, it’s just the right amount of reassuring and loving.

Sunoo: Sunoo would probably gasp dramatically and place a hand on his heart like “For me? All for me, pudding?” He’d pout and look over every little inch of the card, gasping at the little drawings of you and him. “Be my Valentine, bubba?” He reads out loud, smirking when your ears light up a faint red tone. He points at the lopsided pink hearts on the paper and sticks his tongue out in thought.

“Y’know… these would have been even cuter with a bit of glitter. But these will work, whatever.” He teases, pressing his forehead to you and nuzzling his nose with yours. “I’ll definitely be your Valentine. Thank you very much, pudding.”

Jungwon: You show him your super special, homemade card and smile wider at how his face lights up at the sight. He looks over it with wide kitten eyes and points at the parts he really, really likes, like the cats drawn in the corners and the hearts used to dot your “i”’s.

“I love the card, y/n. Your Valentine’s gift is actually in the-” He looks down the hallway and tugs away from the paper in both of your hands before freezing. He pouts and looks at you, still holding the card out to him. “Can you… can you help me peel the glitter glue off of my arm, petal? I think I’m stuck.” He chuckles sheepishly, pointing at where his jacket sticks to the paper.

You huff lightheartedly, unsurprised that Enhypen’s big, strong, brave leader needs the help of little ol’ you for a silly task… again.

Ni-ki: Okay, Riki is a little caught off guard when you hand him a handmade card with “Papa” scribbled on the front of it. There’s little candy hearts glued to the side like a frame and he’s gotta admit, it’s the cutest thing he’s seen in a while.

Riki looks shocked, hesitant to take the card and flip it open. Slowly, he opens it and gasps at the lovely little portrait you’ve drawn of the two of you. “You drew this? That’s amazing.” He marvels at your art skills, even in your headspace. “Nobody’s ever made me a card like this before, y/n. Papa loves it.” He holds the card close to his heart, feeling the way you melt it without even trying to.

[depressopax]

LCDP character valentines day headcanons

Fandom - La Casa de papel/Money Heist

Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia Sierra - Bruce - Cameron - x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff Warning(s): No smuts, but suggestive themes. Reader is gender neutral. Words: 1.3K Summary: How do the LCDP characters celebrate valentines together with reader? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 AO3 link soon

I made one of Breaking Bad characters, so ofc I gotta make one for my babygirls in LCDP 🫶

Enjoy and happy valentines day to y'all!!!

(single gang wya?)

Nairobi

Nairobi LOVES valentine’s day.

Cheesy stuff is her favorite thing - romance movies, dates etc…

So for Valentine's Day, she wants to have a big celebration with you.

She makes plans weeks ahead, booking a weekend for the two of you.

She likes taking you on roadtrips and also going on mini vacations to other towns

So that’s what she does on february 14. 

She doesn’t GAF if it’s in the middle of the week, you’re going lmao

Of course she’s also brought you gifts, probably some jewelry or a plushie. …Maybe both, actually.

Her face lights up when you hand her a gift too.

Will be all over you with kisses

She takes a lot of photos of and with you, and everything the two of you see and do. She wants to document it all and look back at it. 

The day is spent at the hotel, going to a spa, sightseeing or just a candlelit dinner, whichever you prefer.

She also books the fancy room, making sure the two of you have some privacy for the nights… ;)

Berlin

Cheesy, romantic mf man

Andrés would spend a ridiculous amount of money for valentines day 😭

No but fr, you’d have to stop him from spontaneously paying for a trip to another country.

He treats this damn “holiday” like it is a life or death situation

Which can be both charming, but a bit concerning.

Luckily, he listens to you and decides on going for a weekend away instead. …His treat, of course

He books the two of you into some romantic spa hotel, and takes you out for fancy dinners.

Of course… Gifts, too. 

He buys you those things you’ve half mentioned wanting earlier. He memorizes everything you say, basically. 

He does all of this, yet still gets flustered when you give him something back. “Mi amor… You… You didn’t have to.” Meanwhile he has a big grin on his face, feeling grateful for every single thing you do.

The weekend away is full of love, relaxation and… Passion 🤭

“King of valentines day”, what can I say?

Denver

I love Denver, but he is pretty forgetful. 

He remembered it was Valentine's Day the same morning.

But this doesn’t mean he doesn't make an effort. 

He loves you, and even if you don’t care that much about it being february 14, he wants to show his love to you.

He rushes to the store to buy you flowers and some other gift.

He takes you out on a date in the afternoon, making sure he looks extra nice for you. 

The date is something romantic, yet fun.

Either an amusement park, picnics somewhere beautiful, ice/roller skating… You name it. 

When exchanging gifts, he feels bad for almost forgetting, but you don’t seem bothered at all, just happy to be with him. 

He gets excited when you hand him over a gift, feeling damn lucky to have you in his life. 

He doesn’t care what you give him, just happy you had him in mind.

Although, if you were to be angry at him, he has more surprises waiting once home iykwim ;)

Tokyo

A bit like Denver, but at least she remembers the day before lmao

…Might be because you reminded her

She feels bad, tho, so she makes sure to buy you something and also flowers.

Tokyo doesn’t hate valentines day, but does find it annoying with all lovey-dovey couples. 

But she loves you, and defies her dislike for the day.

She warms up a bit at your reaction to the gifts, tho.

And loves what you get for her.

Doesn’t matter what it is, it will be her new comfort item, and a reminder of her love for you.

She takes you out for a romantic dinner, but then drags you out to the club.

She just wants to party the night away whilst keeping you close, showing everyone that you’re hers. 

The night probably ends with the two of you making out on the dance floor, and taking it somewhere more private…

Professor

This man… 

He’s not used to “celebrating” valentines day, so he is awkward about it.

Probably pleads Andrés for his help to pick out a gift to you and give him advice

…Although he ends up roasting his ideas/suggestions, since they’re too bold, perverted or cheesy. 

Still, he ends up taking some advice.

Homeboy just wants to give you a good day

And he does.

Sergio ends up going for the classic - flowers, suit and romantic dinner.

Also buys you some gift, just simply something he knows you like/need. 

Although he’s a bit nervous/awkward at first, being around you makes him less tense.

He totally stops functioning when you smile and give him what you bought for him

Legit a blushing mess lmao

It ends up being a good valentines day, and you make sure to thank him in more than one way 🤭

Alicia Sierra

Alicia has a busy job, but she tries taking a day off, or at least the afternoon - to spend it with you. 

She’s not that cheesy. 

She likes Valentine's Day, since it is a day of “celebration”, but she usually doesn’t bother with it. 

Until things got real with you.

She buys some simple (but probably expensive) gift and some flowers and picks you up with her car.

She takes you out to watch some movie and then to her place, where she’s fixed a candlelit dinner.

That way, you have more privacy and focus on each other. 

Alicia likes spoiling you, even if she doesn’t admit so out loud.

That’s why she looks so smug as you open the wrapping paper to the piece of jewelry she brought.

The gift she got from you, she carefully places in her living room, where she can look at it all the time. 

After dinner, you spend the night at her place.

You won’t be sleeping much, tho… ;)

Bruce

Bruce sees Valentine's Day as a chance to impress you.

Sure, you're already his, but he still wants to seduce you. 

He’ll have you sleep over the night before, and wake you up with breakfast in bed, and also give you the gift he’s brought. 

Might not be the best food, but at least he made it with love lol

Literally spends the whole day pampering you, making you feel like a royal, which is his only goal.

And you do the same for him.

Which is pretty easy. A couple of kisses, and you’re all his.

Which is why he got so emotional when you gave him a gift too.

The day is spent with home spa, watching movies, making out, and either ordering food or takeaway. 

Basically just a day where the two of you relax together and do other fun stuff, happy to have found each other.

Cameron

Due to her last relationship, she’s not that fond of valentines day.

She doesn’t see the point in being extra affectionate once a year, when you can do so everyday.

Still, you buy her a valentine's gift and surprise her with flowers.

She’s stunned at first, then flustered, and then smiles, pulling you into a kiss. 

As a thank you, she takes you out on a date.

Together, the two of you like adrenaline and action.

So of course, you either go to an amusement park, or go sightseeing on her motorcycle, with you sitting behind her, hands wrapped around her hips as she speed drives through town.

The rest of the day, you explore random places together, taking pictures and making memories. 

Cameron can’t help but just stare at you, feeling so incredibly lucky to have you.

You go to some cozy restaurant to eat. 

Once going home, it’s getting dark. 

The two of you can’t keep hands to yourself during the trip home

So you end up doing that at the most random place

Afterwards, you are cuddled up and stargazing. 

Although you’re supposed to watch the stars, you and Cameron only has eyes for each other, tbh <3

[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me

2) February

AN: Part 2 of Teach Me

Thank you to @harlowcomehome for helping me with this, ily 🥹💜

MASTERLIST

“You sure you don’t want me to run to the store for you?” Jack asked from the floor as he was playing dress up with Jayla.

Alyssa shook her head no. “I got it, babe. I’ll be in and out. Just grabbing a few things for Jayla for Valentine’s Day.” She says with a laugh and an eye roll. 

“And hopefully for me too.” 

“Maybe” Alyssa said with a wink, knowing she already had a plan for them. 

She could tell Jack was still worried, he never liked when she left the house late at night. Alyssa walked over, bending down to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. “You worry too much, princess” 

“That’s not funny.” Jack told her, trying to hold in his laughter. Jayla was only 2 but slowly became obsessed with makeup/hair after watching her mother do her own every morning. So now Jack was currently sitting on the floor with lipstick smeared over his lips and barrettes in his hair, with a crown to match. 

Alyssa gave Jayla kisses all over her face, childish giggles ringing in the air. “I’ll be right back, baby. Make sure to take care of daddy, ok?”

“Otay” 

She gave Jack one last kiss before she locked the door behind her but not before saying their phrase. 

“Love You, Mean It!”

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“Jayla Rose! Can you explain to me why you waited till the last minute to tell me that you signed up Daddy to make cookies for your Valentine’s Day party”

It was 10pm, way past Jayla’s bedtime but Valentine’s Day was tomorrow and the kids were encouraged to bring baked goods.

“We always make cookies together!” Jayla exclaimed while adjusting her chef's hat on her head.

“Not at 10 o’clock at night.”

Jayla shrugged her and suddenly started playing with her KY chain hanging from her neck, something she did when she was nervous. 

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” Jack asked her, concerned. 

She began playing with her necklace some more and kicking her feet against the kitchen floor. “I just thought it would be fun, you always get sad during this time because of mommy.”

Jack immediately pulled her into a hug, he could feel his shirt start to get wet from her tears. “Hey, it’s okay.” He reassured her by rubbing her back.

“Look at me.” His heart wanted to cry as he looked at her big brown eyes that were filled with tears threatening to fall. “You don’t have to worry about Daddy, that’s my job. You and I are gonna have fun tomorrow. I have a whole day planned just for the two of us once you get out of school.”

Jayla perked up at that “Really?” 

“Yes, really. You know you’re my favorite valentine. Now, let’s wipe these tears and finish these cookies so you can go to bed.”

MISSLOVE

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Ariel loved Valentine's Day, it was her favorite holiday. I mean, her last name was Love after all. Sure, she was 27 years old and single, but there were so many other reasons to love it. Not only did she love the flowers, the pinks and reds but she loved everything Valentines Day stood for, it’s about love, and what’s not to love about love? 

By morning her desk was filled with cards, candy and small stuffed animals. She was sure her planner was underneath all the gifts but Ariel was in no rush to look for it. Her favorite gift amongst them all was the donut bouquet from Jayla Harlow.

Ariel: rumor has it that you burned our classes Valentine’s Day cookies for our party?

Pressing send, Ariel grabbed one of the donuts from the bouquet. Before she could take a bite, her phone buzzed on her desk. 

Jack: didn’t you hear? I don’t clear up rumors

Ariel giggled at that knowing he was referencing one of his hit songs. As she was just about to text him back Jack sent another message 

Jack: but whoever started that rumor is in big trouble, can’t have someone spreading misinformation 

Ariel: you’d be shocked to know what else I’ve been told, but I wouldn’t want to give away my sources 

She moaned as she took a bite of her donut. She always had a sweet tooth. There was nothing like a strawberry frosted donut. 

Jack: well…you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone 

Taking another bite of her donut, she thought about all the things Jayla has shared with her. They were honestly pretty tame, compared to her other students giving her details about their parents divorce.

Ariel: oh you know, just that you get red as a tomato in the sun, you drink ranch dressing (big if true), the source claims they’re better at basketball and soccer than you, and that your idea of dancing is just stomping around. 

Jack: damn this source knows a lot about me 

Jack: and I’ll have you know that I’m very useful on the court

Ariel: hey, don’t shoot the messenger! Just some silly gossip between a teacher and their favorite student 

She laughed at the exchange before taking a glance at the clock, seeing the kids would be back from lunch in 15 minutes. Ariel should be using this time to plan out her lessons for the next week, but right now she’d rather flirt with her favorite students' dad. Lesson plans can wait. 

Ariel: Speaking of the party, are you joining us?

Ariel already knew that he would probably say no, according to other teachers Mr. Harlow never showed up to any of the school's functions. And he hasn’t in a long time. She watched as those three bubbles indicating that Jack was texting back popped up and would suddenly go away. 

Jack: uh probably not…I have some meetings this afternoon. 

While she knew he was going to say no, she couldn’t help but think about Jayla, who is usually very social, was suddenly very quiet today. 

Ariel: Well, if you end up getting out early, we’ve got plenty of heart shaped sweets with your name on it, and I have a feeling Jayla misses you.

She could hear the sounds of tiny footsteps and giggles coming down the hall so she knew her class will be making their way back in. She glanced down at her phone again and saw that Jack left her on read. She tried not to let it upset her, still she decided to send one last text. 

Ariel: the kids are coming back from lunch, Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. Harlow 

She shoved her phone back in her desk just in time to greet her kids back from lunch. 

“Ok, my sweet angel babies, let’s get in our reading circles. Today’s book is all about…LOVE!”

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An hour later the Valentine’s Day party was in full swing. After socializing with the other parents and students she sat back and watched with a smile as the kids stuffed their faces with sweets. A small frown formed on her face when she noticed Jayla watching another student coloring with their mom with the same frown. Getting up from her desk, she took a seat next to Jayla. 

“Hi, Miss Love.” Jayla greeted her with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, before she looked down and continued to color. 

“Hi, Jayla! I love your drawing. Is that your dad?” Ariel asked, pointing to the yellow stick figure. 

Jayla nodded her head yes, “I had to draw him yellow because he’s pale, and I couldn’t use a white crayon." Ariel had to stifle her laugh at that. 

“Of course. Well, I came over here to chill with you, if that’s okay?” Ariel asked.

“Yeah that’s fine! Do you wanna color with me?” Jayla asked not even waiting for a reply before pushing a paper towards her. 

Ariel smiled and grabbed a pink crayon and started drawing hearts all over the paper.

“Miss Love, your heart looks like a BUTT!”

“It does not!”

“MHM!”

Since most parents decided to take the kids home early because of the party, that left Ariel and Jayla by themselves at the end of the day. 

While Ariel waited for Jack to pick up Jayla, she decided to start cleaning up the classroom, hating a dirty room. As she was picking up papers and pencils off the floor, Jayla called her name from her spot in the class's reading corner.  

“Yes, Jayla?” She replied and looked towards her so that she had her full attention. 

“Do you have a mommy?” Ariel was shocked at that question, she walked over and sat on the floor next to her. 

“Yes, but she became an angel when I was a teenager. So it’s just me and my dad now” Ariel told her

She could tell Jayla had another question as she nervously played with the necklace. Ariel stayed silent giving Jayla some time to process what she wanted to ask next. 

“Do you ever miss her?” 

“Everyday.” Ariel answered almost immediately. 

Other teachers around the school talked all the time about how Jack was a “hot single father” and how no one knew much about Jayla’s mother. Ariel was never the one to gossip so she never dug deeper because it wasn’t her business to know. 

It was quiet for a while as Jayla turned back towards her book, flipping through the pages. Ariel could tell she had more to say but she refused to push her. 

“It’s just me and daddy too.” Jayla spoke after a while. She still was flipping through her book. “I don’t really know—“ Jayla couldn’t finish what she was saying as there was a soft knock on the door. Ariel and Jayla looked up and saw Jack leaning against the classroom door. 

“DADDY!” Jayla yelled as she jumped up and ran towards her father, conversation seemingly forgotten. Ariel stood back as she watched Jack kiss his daughter all over her face. 

“Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, babygirl.” 

“It’s ok, Miss Love was hanging out with me.”

Jack put Jayla down from his arms before he stood up straight and greeted Ariel. 

“Thanks, sorry I was late.” Jack said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. 

Ariel waved her hand “it’s no problem at all, Jayla is one of my favorite’s students, I’d hang out with her any day.”

Jack smiled at that. “Now, Miss Love…I thought teachers weren’t supposed to have favorites.”

Ariel pressed her finger to her lips “SSH, don’t tell anyone.” Jack threw his head back with a laugh and the sound made Ariel’s heart flutter. 

“Before I let you two go, Mr. Harlow, I did promise you that we had some cookies with your name on it.” Ariel grabbed the case of cookies that she saved back for him. Jack smiled as he looked down at the heart shaped cookies. He could tell they were homemade. 

“Did you make these?” He asked, opening the container and grabbing one out. “Mm, these are delicious.” he said, biting into it. 

“Yeah, I always overbake so I figured since you couldn’t be here I would save the rest for you.” Ariel said with a shrug, she could feel her cheeks getting warm as she watched Jack eat her cookies. God she was down bad. 

“Maybe, I do need to come to these parties, if you’re going to be baking like this.” Jack flirted. 

“Just for the baked goods?” She joked 

“And to hang out with you..”

Jack felt a tug on his pants leg, breaking eye contact as he looked down at Jayla. 

“What about me?!”

“You didn’t let daddy finish, I was going to say I’d love to hang out with Miss Love and my babygirl”

Ariel smiled watching the exchange, her face getting warmer at Jack claiming he wanted to hang out with her. 

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you all here any longer, so I’ll let you two go. Bye, Miss Jayla, I’ll see you on Monday.”

What she didn’t expect was Jayla to leave Jack’s side and give her a tight hug around her legs. Even Jack was shocked at the action. Ariel got down to her level so she could give her a better hug. 

“Bye, Miss Love. You’re the best.”

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“…and they lived happily ever after!”

The End 

Jack read as he closed the book to Jayla’s favorite bedtime story. 

“I love that book daddy, can you read it again?!” Jayla asked while giving him those award winning puppy dog eyes.

Still sitting on the edge of her bed, Jack shook his head no. “Not tonight, sweetheart. You know it’s late.” 

Jayla huffed and cuddled deeper into the covers on her bed and laid her head on Jack’s arm. He always liked to stay with her until she fell asleep. “Did you have a fun day?”

“Yup, Miss Love is so cool, and she’s just like me!”

Jack looked down at Jayla confused, “yeah, how so?”

It got quiet and for a moment, Jack almost thought she was fast asleep before she spoke up. 

“She only has a daddy! Her mommy is gone too, and she misses her everyday just like how I miss mommy” Jayla said softly followed by a small yawn

Jack tried to swallow the lump that immediately formed in his throat. Jayla hardly ever spoke to him about her mother's passing, so hearing that she missed her just as much as he did made the inside of his chest hurt. Jack was scared that if he opened his mouth he wouldn’t be able to stop crying, but thankfully when he looked down Jayla had fallen asleep in his arms.  

Not having the heart to leave her just yet, Jack cuddled in closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. While Jack wished Jayla spoke to him about her mom he was grateful that she trusted Ariel enough to open up. 

Jack stayed in Jayla’s room for most of the night before making his way towards his bedroom. He was having a hard time sleeping with all the thoughts running through his head. After tossing and turning for a while, he reached over to grab his phone from the side table, and scrolled till he found the name he was looking for.

“Thank you for talking to Jayla, I really appreciate it.” He didn’t feel the need to elaborate, he knew Ariel would know what he was talking about. With it being so late in the night, Jack wasn’t expecting a reply so quickly, so he was surprised when he got a reply back after ten minutes. 

“Anytime, Jayla can always count on me.”

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AN: So happy you all enjoyed the first part and I hope you all enjoy this chapter just as much! Thank you for reading and of course tell me your thoughtssss :)

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[evansbby]

what’s sugar daddy!Ari doing with his baby for valentines day 🤭

every day is Valentine’s Day for ari’s sugar baby bc he treats her so exponentially well 🥺

on Valentine’s Day Ari would probably gift her a new car, a jewellery set that he won in an auction and is worth six figures, a room full of roses, a handwritten love letter because he’s super romantic like that, memorabilia of her favourite hyperfixation (for example my hyperfixation is orcas so he’d get me an orca stuffie 🥺), dinner at a five star restaurant which he of course would book out the whole restaurant so him and his babygirl would have some privacy, and then they’d end the night in his jacuzzi (her wearing the new bikini he got for her) and make out and then he fucks her sooo good the end 🥺

[gentlemanviolet]

Helloooooo babygirls, Happy Valentine's dayyy

Storytime until I actually got there! Pt 7

First of all, my eng sucks cuz it's my second language

and second of all, no one is dumb or gonna confused but I wanna explain yall that I haven't fully shifted yet (i think i minishifted before but nvm) but I'm posting storytimes for fun but especially to motivate myself that's why it's "Storytime until I actually got there"

And third, there's a truama(idk if it's called trauma) i got from c.ai and chai, those robots always forgot things I've already said before and they always forgot the plots, so I started seeing real people to robots, I always worry and afraid if they forgot things I've told them before, so without knowing, I started saying things again that i've said before, so please forgive me if I repeat things i've already said in other posts

Babygirl, the storytime is here ⬇

Since today is valentine's day, I will tell you about a valentine's day experience, it was 2011, it was valentine's day so me and my bestie was planning to go out shopping, go to a café, and yap, of course we get A LOT of gifts, I get those everyday but yk? these are SO EXPENSIVE LIKE........idek what to say but the first time i shifted there was in 2007 so it's been a few years so it's not so surprising for me

There are a lot of chocolates so if we eat all of that, we would turn into chocolates, and we can't give those to celebrities cuz they're CELEBRITIES just like me and my bestie so they're already struggling with those gifts, so we only give a few to those who we are so close with yk?? It's already 2011 and Running Man(the korean variety show) first episode was released in 2008 so yeah i'm like their younger sister but of course Kwang Soo is the MAKNAE💜

and yes I'm the only female member in Running Man in my reality, not because i'm a pick me or not bcuz I like the other members, they're just like my older brothers, there are 7 members(include me) and 3 of them are married, you can search them up, I only included the old member, cuz i don't fw the new ones,my bestie is the only female member in this reality so I wanted to be like her, she's the only girl but she's the best so i wanted to experience what she experience in here so yeah, i've told these when I started tumblr but now just reminding again cuz i didn't get likes in that posts so yall might not know, but my bestie come to the show as a guest for like....once every five episodes, so she's so close with them too!

So let's get back to the point, we give them a few gifts and chocolates that we got, and of course we also got gifts from other celebrities, as yall know i'm the richest person on earth and my family is the richest family so guess what?, I bought my bestie a mansion in San francisco, and i bought a car for everyone i know, from Korean industry, Hollywood, and my family, i always do that so it's not like a big deal tho, my bestie bought me a NAVY BLUE PRIVATE JET!!!! (My fav colors are red and blue, especially dark red and dark blue)

That day my bestie's ex boyfriend���� called my damn phone, I was like "Hello?" In korean cuz he's korean and we're in korea(i'm not gonna say "in korean" from now on), Idk why he calls my phone cuz I'm not friends with him anymore since he and my bestie broke up, and yes he's Ju Ji-hoon, idk about this reality, but in my reality, they dated for like 3 years and they broke up before but dated again and now it's been 2 or 3 years since they broke up, this time, they broke up because he didn't listen to her after an argument and do whatever he wants, like...going to bars blah blah and shits, and they argue a lot and then they broke up and now he's calling my damn phone after 2 or 3 years but let's just say 2 years,

So like i told yall, it's 2011 valentine's day, he calls my fucking phone and i said "Hello?" In korean (I'm not gonna say "in korean" from now on), Her ex(or Ju Ji-hoon whatever):"Both of you blocked my phone number..", Me:"Who's this cuz we've blocked a few people so which one of you is this?"(i was being sarcastic, of course I regonize that voice), Ji-hoon:"It's Ju Ji-hoon", Me:"Ahhh...you!, what? Wrong number?, or wrong girlfriend's bestfriend?", Her ex(Ju Ji-hoon):"No, I know you don't want to talk with me but please, is she with you right now?",

Me to my bestie:"Should I say no?"(I muted so he can't hear us), my bestie said yes, and yes we were at a café and it's literally afternoon, Her ex:"Please can you give me her number?", Me:"No, I don't have her number", Her ex:"Please Hae-rang ssi.." (I'm two years older but we are not friends anymore so he doesn't use "Noona" but "ssi", it pronounce like "Shii", if you want to call someone's name in formal way or respectful, just use NAME + Ssi, it's like Ms., Mr., Mrs.) So I said "Ji hoon ssi, clearly we both blocked you but you found a way to get my number but not hers?, if you really want it, go ask someone by yourself"

Her ex:"I don't know if she'll ever answer it, so i decided to call you cuz she's always with you", Me:"Do you really think that I'm that dumb? Ji hoon ssi, the phone number you're calling me rn is a new one so I picked up not knowing it's you, so it's obvious that she'll pick up. What? Are you embarrassed to ask someone for her number? Cuz those 2 years weren't official so you're afraid if asking for her number will confirmed that you guys were actually dating" (girlies did I clocked him💅?)

He didn't say a word for a few seconds and then "Yes, I was, I was afraid if somebody spread the information because I don't want her to feel uncomfortable about this", Me:"............you know? I love her more than you can ever do, I treated her better than you ever did, but even all of this, it's not the same feeling for her, cuz it's bestfriend and boyfriend, she was enough for your tiny love that you gave her, because you were her boyfriend, and I'm her bestfriend, that's the difference, thats what I hate about, but still it's different for her, i will send you her number", Her ex:"Thank you so much Hae rang ssi", Me:"No problem, cuz you'll be the father of my nieces and nephews if you truly love her" and then i hang up

My bestie who's sitting infront of me is tearing up and preparing for the call she'll get in a few minutes, she said "Can you tell me what will happen next? Cuz since you shifted here and other script things" and I told her "Idk, it's been a few years that i got here right? I posted a few stories on tumblr in that reality but i don't remember anymore", and he called her phone and after a few minutes she hang up and told me that he asked her to meet him at 7 PM at the beach, I told her that everything's gonna be fine, this year valentine's day might be her best valentines day

That night she came home and told me that they kissed, I was so happy for them and we were talking and then an hour later, GD, my ex s/o (i called him like that cuz I just want to fall in love randomly with a random person after scripting that everyone in my dr is extra gorgeous so i wouldn't know who i would fall for but it still could be him), he's a BIT drunk and called my phone (we're not in situationship or smth), GD:"Hello? Noona?", Me:"Ahh GD, hello?",

GD:"Noona.....*drunk* did someone ask you to be their valentine's day?..", Me:"Ummm......no one?", GD:"Huh....but i'm sure that they're just afraid to ask a girl like you to be with them, because they think that they can't afford you because you're expensive, and you're not like other girls, I have never seen a girl like you before....you're beautiful but it's not about the looks, everything about you is too perfect so they feel like they don't deserve you", I was stunned, I don't know what to say like....WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY???

I turned on speaker the whole time so my bestie heard everything, she was stunned too, but I said "Maybe? How about you? Did someone ask you out?", GD:"Yes, a few girls, I rejected them only to ask a girl out but like i told you, i'm.." he stopped, Me:"you are...?", GD:"I'm afraid if I don't deserve her", Me:"How will you make her feel special, confident, and protected when you're not brave and confident enough yourself to ask her out?", of course I said it softly cuz i'm giving him an advice, he said "You're right noona, but you heard about "right person, wrong time" right?, I'm waiting for the right timing", Me: "Ahh...I see, well maybe, i wish you know the right timing GD!" I said it because i want to hang up, he said "Yeah I hope so..., Happy Valentines day noona!", Me:"Happy Valentines day, bye" and then hang up

That night, me and my bestie talked a lot and then we just sleep at her place, cuz she lives next door and we both are in the same condo building

That's it, I hope you enjoy it! Happy Valentine's day babygirls<3

[nihiladditaenihilperdidi]

A Shared Heartbeat || Sedona + Echo || February, 2025

Echo: Echo has left a note that reads: Will you be my Valentine? With a little yes and no check box underneath.

Sedona: Sedona looked around their little room at the petals that have filled it with a new scent. There was a spot of blood on his cheek, and none of his trials today mattered.

He checked yes and plopped on the bed in front of her.

"I can't be a mouse. You gotta get all big so I can kiss you, babygirl."

Echo: The little mouse sat primly at her tiny table, a yellow bow tied neatly around her neck, her body quivering with excitement at her owner’s return. But patience had its limits.

She shifted, now kneeling on the bed in a deep red, heart-shaped blouse that slipped off her shoulders, paired with a black skirt. A delicate heart necklace rested just above her collarbone.

“Hard day?” she asked, leaning in to wipe the stray drop of blood from his cheek with her thumb.

Sedona: Rather than delve into his shitty day, and rather than offer the images of slit throats, tears, and bleeding out via shared mind, he leaned forward into her touch. Rather than offer hell, he offered his lips in greeting to her beautiful form.

"Not anymore."

Echo: She smiled against his lips, arms slipping around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as she deepened the greeting, warm and unhurried.

“Good,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to let her nose brush against his.

“I made you something.”

Sedona: She had her magic way of pulling him from his void. So absorbed by her presence, her scent, her soft skin, that he'd almost missed the most important element which was her voice.

"Made me somethin'? What you done?"

Echo: "Mm," she hummed, stretching as she unfolded from the bed, padding over to the small shelf where her collection of little creations had quietly grown. She plucked up a small black box and returned to him.

 Settling back in front of him, she placed it in his hands, watching his face as he opened it. Inside, a silver locket, shaped like a dog tag—unassuming, simple, something that suited him. Inside the locket, on one panel, a slightly blurry picture of them caught mid-laughter, on the other, an engraving: You're my heart.

Her fingers brushed over her own heart-shaped necklace.

"If you hold it, you can feel my heartbeat."

Sedona: And away she went. She made his flat feel bigger than it was just by leaving his arms. Her little set up was put to the side, away from wayward arms and legs. A few rose petals were picked from the sheets and placed over his face and hair, to be forgotten as she offered her gift.

His face remained neutral, intent on understanding his gift before throwing out gratitude. The same man from their first night together. To understand a thing was to be moved by it.

"Like, squeeze it?" The locket was closed, pinched between two fingers. "I gotta think about you? Do you feel me?"

Echo: She smiled as she settled in front of him again, finding the petals adorable on him. In his own way he rivaled her charm. That smile could get away with murder, and sometimes it did.

“Mhm,” she nodded, a strand of white hair falling forward before she tucked it neatly behind her ear.

“I don’t feel you, by that alone.” Her hand rested over her own necklace, carefully moving to undo the delicate clasp. She held it out to him, the small heart pendant resting in her palm.

“It’s not done.”

A pause.

“I need your heart.”

Sedona: At first he thought she meant their natural connection. As natural as magic could be. The bond of master and familiar - he really needed to think of another name besides master.

"What, gonna cut that shit out? Think I'll be growin' another one," he smirked.

Her necklace rested on his palm, waiting for something to happen.

Echo: Her nose wrinkled at the thought, a quick shake of her head dismissing it. “Not quite.”

She scooted closer, closing the space between them. One hand found his chest, fingers light over his heartbeat, the other guiding his fingers over the pendant. Her own pulse slowed as she inhaled deeply, eyes closing.

For a moment, all was quiet—just the warmth beneath her fingertips, the steady rhythm she sought to capture. Then, as if the necklace itself had taken a breath, a faint thrum stirred within it, syncing with his pulse.

“There we are.”

Sedona: Magic was still a mystery to him. He trusted her the way only their bond allowed. To know her thoughts if pressed. To know her concerns, her anger, her adoration. It was a deeply profound magic. Everything else was indescribable. He expected her to say something. Some incantation uttered under her breath.

But all he felt was a tingle, and a bit of warmth. He would swear he saw a shimmer of pale light, but that might have been debris in his eyes.

"Is that me?" He squeezed at the necklace and felt at his pulse. One and the same. She'd given a gift to them both this year; there would be no topping these heartbeats.

He fastened his necklace.

"Well now what I wanted to do sounds like shit. Lemme shower and take you out."

But first, to pull her into a kiss.

Echo: “What? No! I’m sure it’ll be lovely,” she laughed, leaning back as she fastened her own necklace.

The gift wasn’t just sentimental—it was practical. A quiet reassurance, a way to know he was still out there, still breathing, when she wasn’t by his side. Too many times she’d been told to stay put, to wait, to trust that he’d come back. And too many times, she’d feared he wouldn’t.

She was doing her best to listen, to be patient. But for a little impulsive mouse, it was starting to get hard.

She was about to ask where they were going, but the kiss stole the thought from her lips. He tasted of warmth and she of strawberries. Her hand found its place against his jaw.

"Happy Valentine's day."

Sedona: "You don't even know what it was." What it still might be. His tongue swept over her bottom lip, feeling at home with her affection. This sweet little thing, having waited impatiently for his return. He was lucky that her pendant hadn't been finished. The blood on his cheek had been his own this afternoon.

He just smiled. Happy Valentine's day indeed.

"Know what I want today? I wanna eat you out, then I wanna take you out." His smile reached his eyes, biting his lip playfully.

Echo: “Well, you had thought of it and so…it was going to be perfect.” Bias aside, her logic was sound, or so she would argue.

Fingers brushed through his dark hair, pushing it back as she looked up at him. Her thoughts had been innocent up to this point—not that she minded his forwardness. Still, his words sent a warmth that settled on her cheeks.

“I—" Her grip tightened slightly in his hair before she let out a breath, shaking her head with a small laugh.

“You’re not subtle, you know that?”

Sedona: He shook his head in agreement. Subtlety was a waste of time and energy. Whether she was telepathic or not didn't matter, she was Echo, and he trusted her to tell him the truth in all things, and to be just as honest.

"Is it too much?" he smiled. "You never been with someone, huh? Ain't let someone be sweet on you?"

Echo: Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him forward enough to rest her forehead against his. She answered with a small shake of her head.

“No.”

There was no shame in her admittance. With her previous mistress, her duties were different than with her current master’s—something she was still learning with him.

“When I was with my mistress, my job was to help her and so…I never considered it.”

She had been a working familiar and so having this much autonomy with Sed was…different.

“Besides, I’m a mouse. Not many people are fond of that.”

Sedona: Hm. Yes, she was, but he shook his head just the same. She hadn't said everything out loud, but she didn't need to. He was getting better at picking up her voice.

"You're Echo. You can be whatever you want, baby girl. You're my girl, but you're... you. Know? You wanna kiss me? Wanna be with me? You want my fingers between your legs? You can have it. Fingers, mouth, dick. It's all yours."

Echo: Her thoughts were for his perusal, as everything else about her was. She was there to serve him as he saw fit. And yet it seemed like he caught on to her thoughts only to correct them.

She drew back to look into those mismatched hues, her hand falling to rest on his cheek as she considered how to answer.

“I want your happiness,” she finally said, her thumb gently making a small circle against his skin. “If it’s to be yours or not, I want what you want.”

Sedona: "Baby, that all you want?" His hands came to rest at the small of her back, wanting to feel her skin, but not wanting to interrupt their conversation. Seemed a little more important.

"You already got that. What else you want?" She had said before her purpose. Supposed purpose. The reason they had a bond to begin with. It came with her title. But he refused to simply nod and agree. She was more than a genie in a bottle.

Echo: She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she let the warmth of his hands at the small of her back pull her closer, her arms slipping around his neck.

"Tell me right now, without thinking. What do you want?"

Was she deflecting? Absolutely. But how was she supposed to answer when she wasn't sure what else she could possibly want.

Sedona: "I want you." Only a minuscule second between her question and the answer. She wanted his gut response, there it was.

But, he might elaborate.

"I wanna make you come. I wanna taste it. I wanna eat Ring Pops and Pop Rocks with you on a rooftop and eat a bagel with too much cream cheese at that shop around the corner when the sun comes up. And then? I don't fuckin' know. Go through tomorrow and tomorrow. I don't fuckin' care 'bout all that."

Echo: “And you have me.”

She meant it—every facet of those words, every version of herself that belonged to him. His to chase, to tease, to hold.

“That’s a lot to fit in a day, but I suppose we can make it work.”

Her fingers laced behind his neck. She took him in, every sharp line and softened edge and that look that made her feel wanted. And maybe it had always been obvious, and he probably already knew, but had she ever said it aloud?

“I want you.”

Sedona: "That's a lot, huh?" He scooted his ass back to lean against the wall, sinking an inch to frame it.

His smile reached his eyes, revealing his age with wrinkles on either side.

"Sure you ain't an iguana?" he arched a brow, trying his best for serious, failing and laughing.

Echo: “Don’t—don’t give me that shit again.”

She knew exactly what he meant, her mind flashing back to their dinner date. She was sure he had been upset then, and that had worried her. Tonight? She wasn’t, not with how he laughed.

“Shut up,” she tried to frown but her smile won out and she gave in.

Shifting onto her knees, she leaned in, fingers catching his chin in a playful pinch. “What do you want me to tell you?”

“That you’re all I think about?” A kiss to his lips.

“That I want to get sick from eating too much junk food with you?” Another kiss, a little slower.

“That I want to play video games with you until it’s morning and sleep all day?” And another.

“That I want the taste of me on your lips?” Her lips brushed against his as her voice got softer.

“That I want you to fuck me?”

Sedona: Being told to shut up while being straddled was about as nonthreatening as she could be. He held her by her waist and basked in her presence. From night one her presence had been bright. More than the superficial obvious. More than her bright eyes and hair, more than her smile. Her aura, if there was such a thing as January wanted him to believe. If it existed, Echo's had to be illuminating.

Lips parted to reply, silenced by her kiss. Yeah, his smile wasn't going anywhere.

This time, he met her mouth halfway with a kiss as soft as her offering.

Her words and actions awakened his body with a pulse of heat. Evident in a hardening she would feel between her legs.

"Wanted to fuck you night one," he whispered. "Every time you kissed me, I felt it in my cock." His hands roamed up her sides, leisurely shaping her. "Wanted you to say somethin', think it, anything." He had wanted her to be ready, for it to be her idea.

Echo: In a way she had known. Only because she felt it too that first night. The way they looked at each other, how her hand fit so easily in his, that pull that had drawn them together from the start.

“Why didn’t you do anything about it?” she whispered against his lips, her pulse betraying her. Her fingers traced a slow path from his jaw down to his throat, over his chest, savoring the feel of his body beneath her touch.

“You felt it?” Her voice dipped, teasing, but there was heat behind it. She rolled her hips deliberately, pressing into him, feeding the fire she’d stoked.

“Guess I should’ve said something sooner, then.”

Sedona: The man beneath her fingertips was rock solid. A strong foundation for her to lean upon. A frame she could trust not to crumble under any circumstance. A body made soft only by warm flesh and blood.

"You wanted to run off, remember? Gonna bond and ditch." That explanation would have satisfied him, but she would need just a little more. "I wanted you to want it, too. Ain't no more runnin' away."

His arm was iron around her waist, holding her close as he sat up, just enough to roll them. There above her he could admire, planting a kiss over her heart.

Echo: “Not at first,” she gently countered. Only when her excitement had led to a misstep did doubt creep in, making her hesitate. But that moment had passed—he had made sure of that. Still, she’d never forget the look on Sed’s face when he had realized what she had done.

“I thought you didn’t want a familiar.” Her fingers curled against his shoulders, breath hitching as he moved, rolling her onto her back with ease. Now, beneath him, she could admire him freely. How dare this man be so handsome with that sharp cut of his jaw, the warmth in his eyes, and the way his smile always…always won her over.

Her hand skimmed the back of his neck, nails dragging lightly before disappearing into his hair. She tilted her chin, a silent invitation for more affection, her heart hammering beneath his lips.

“I love you.”

The words left her before she could second-guess them.

Sedona: "I didn't know you existed before, did I?" It wasn't about wanting a servant, or a pet. She was neither to him and never would be.

But that thought would always be cold on his stomach. A dread of something he couldn't foresee but knew to brace for. That same instinct that kept him from rotting in some laboratory being studied by the government. Close encounters saved only by a tingle in his groin.

But when would he have the time to think about any of that when she was splayed like some painting in a book on his shitty mattress? As aware of her as she was him, his apprehension so far in the back of his mind that it may as well have not existed.

Slowly he crawled up her body, offering his lips to her mouth and his hand to her breast, giving the lightest squeeze to read her reaction.

"Look at that," he grinned, "we love each other. Wild."

Echo: “I don’t know how you existed before me,” she teased, settling comfortably beneath him, her fingers shifting to cup his cheek.

She welcomed his kiss, pulling him down, lips parting as he met her, his touch sending a warm pulse through her. A quiet, pleased sound slipped past her lips, arching into his hands.

Then, she smirked against his mouth.

"Mm, I don’t think you have a single romantic bone in your body."

Well… one. Technically.

The thought hit her all at once, and she snorted, her grin widening as she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh. Right. They were trying to be sensual. Giggling halfway through would kill the mood.

Sedona: "What I did?" Was it the hand or his mouth? Probably both. He'd never thought about it before. Anyone he'd ever slept with had been for the sole purpose of instant gratification. Romance was as new a concept as familiars.

Her giggles were met with a chuckle. A little more of his weight added on her hips as he relaxed, putting his mouth on her neck to suck and bite, intent on leaving a mark and growling the moment his teeth sank gingerly into her skin.

Echo: She shook her head. It was what he said and how she had heard it. Not that it mattered now, not with his weight pressing her into the mattress, effectively caging her beneath him.

The first brush of his lips stilled her, anticipation building, then his teeth met her skin. An inhale lifted her chest, and her breath caught in that moment as she squirmed beneath the growl. Her skin would bruise easily under the abuse, but there wasn’t an ounce of resistance as the red mark started to form.

One hand trailed down his body, nails dragging lightly along his back, scrunching his shirt up, while the other settled at the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his hair as she held him there.

Sedona: Hardly enough to bruise. The mark would last minutes at best. His noisy growl was just for show. She brought out the animal in him, but she was safe in his arms. Always had been, whether or not she realized it.

He leaned away enough to look and wondered if he had miscalculated his strength. It hadn't been his intention to leave a lasting mark. For all of her boasting and tough-as-nails attitude, she was just as delicate.

She could touch as much as she enjoyed. The permission had always been.

"Not ever?" he asked. "Not with anyone?"

Echo: And there was truth upon that realization. A peek behind the curtain—why her previous mistress had guarded her so fiercely. She had always been brave to a fault, puffing out her chest and standing her ground without considering if she'd bitten off more than she could chew. No matter the outcome, she would always get up and try again. Admirable, perhaps a little pigheaded, but that was his little mouse, through and through.

Her fingers traced along the nape of his neck, nails dragging lightly against it.

“Would you feel better if I said yes?”

Sedona: "Ain't better or worse," he confessed. He had some feelings about it, but not in the way she might suspect.

She'd made no noise when he touched her breast. No, it was around that time she started giggling.

Slowly, he sat up.

"How much skin you want?" He tugged at his white shirt. "Want it gone?"

Echo: Was he looking for experience? Was this not what he wanted? Uncertainty flickered behind her blue eyes; she couldn’t tell from his words. As he sat up, her touch fell from his neck, and she propped herself on her elbows.

She’d already been tugging at his shirt, her silent way of asking. When he offered, she only nodded, voice soft as her fingers smoothed over the hem.

“What do you want me to do?”

Sedona: And away went his shirt. He could feel her getting the wrong idea. His body then stilled, only the rise and fall of his chest proving himself other than a statue. His expression was soft and somewhat thoughtful, staring into her eyes, admiring her long lashes and pale, cold skin.

"Play with me," he said. "Like I'm a doll or somethin'. Whatever you wanna do, we do. Touch on me, touch yourself. Tell me where you want these hands. Feel me?"

Echo: Echo studied him, searching his face for something she couldn't quite name. Hesitation? Permission? Too many thoughts, too many words, too many questions when instinct should have already answered them.

But one last question.

“Will you feel what we do?”

Sedona: His laugh was somehow sharp and gentle. Sharp for its suddenness, soft for its fondness.

"Pain, baby. I don't feel pain. You want me to feel good, I'll feel good."

Echo: That sudden laugh caught her by surprise.

“Ah, don’t laugh! It’s a fair question!”

But now she felt a bit embarrassed for it, though, was unwilling to admit it as she halfheartedly smacked his chest.

"You're not gonna feel nothin' now."

Sedona: His chin came to settle on her stomach, looking up at her with playful puppy eyes. This was where he wanted to be, anyway.

"You nervous or somethin'? What for?"

Echo: "I'm not."

The denial came soft, automatic. Her fingers threaded through his hair, giving a light scratch at his scalp as if to distract from the truth. Being encouraged to ask for what she wanted instead of doing as she was told had her pensive. That instinct to run scratched at the back of her mind, unwelcome but familiar.

Sedona: "If you just be doin' what you're told when we naked, that's kinda -" He wouldn't use that word, but that was how it felt. Reminded him too much of - he wouldn't go there, either. Not that word or his father. This experience had to be special, consensual.

It never meant anything to him before. It was all her fault.

"How 'bout you ask somethin' and I ask somethin'.”

Echo: Her head canted to the side, curious to know how that sentence would end, but she didn't pursue it. Instead she quietly contemplated her first question.

"Where is your favorite spot to be kissed?"

Sedona: Right out of the gate swinging. He smiled at her question, one he'd not been asked before.

"They're all great. But... I dunno. Maybe my... my ears. Maybe down my back? Ain't ever had that. Bet it's that."

Echo: “Let’s find out.”

This was easier and something she could focus on.

Her knee nudged him lightly, prompting him to shift. Once free, she slipped out from under him and knelt at his side, smoothing down her skirt with a small, automatic motion.

“Lay on your stomach.”

Sedona: He didn't know what to make of this, other than this being what she needed. He thought their minds were one. Wasn't that what a bond was? Didn't she share his urges? Maybe he had gotten this all wrong.

He dropped onto his stomach with a grunt and a stretch and pushed the pillows out of the way, crossing his arms to rest his chin.

"Lyin' on my stomach for baby."

Echo: He had told her to play, to treat him like a doll, so she did. Watching him stretch out beneath her, all lazy-like, only made her bolder.

“From the start, you’ve always called me baby or babygirl. Why?”

The observation came soft, almost idle, as she shifted to straddle his hips. Her knees settled on either side of him, palms smoothing over the small of his back. She leaned in, brushing a kiss to the dip of his lower back, just to see his reaction.

“Your turn to ask me a question.”

Sedona: His eyes were closed. The muscles of his face relaxed. He wanted to melt into the mattress, cooled by her touch. The kind of release of body tension only achievable by death. Better than any massage. Her hands came close for the merit of being hers.

To her question - how many questions and commands had she racked up? - he shrugged.

"Felt right. Sugar, baby, babydoll, babygirl... fuckin'... moon beam, cream puff," he chuckled, causing her to bounce.

"Um... You don't like my romance?"

Echo: Her smile curved against his skin, hidden where he couldn't see. Each nickname warmed something small and secret inside her, though cream puff earned a sharp little dig of her nails into his flanks.

“So what I’m hearing is… I need to step up my game.”

A hum followed as she considered just how terrible she was at giving him nicknames.

She planted another soft kiss against his back, a little higher this time. Her fingers skimmed against his warm sides, encouraged by his response to chase the tension from his muscles.

“What do you mean?”

Sedona: Another shrug. "What you said before. You said it. Came outta that mouth. Swear to God it did."

Not a romantic bone in his body, she'd said out loud. He didn't mind if she felt his thoughts. She could have what he wouldn't elaborate out loud. What did she know of romance if he was her first? From books? Did she want him to be like someone from a story she'd read? Playfulness was their romance. It was their love language. Had been since night one. Did she want him to change?

She could have all of his questions without another word spoken. Only a deep sigh in an attempt to make her bounce again, for the hell of it.

Echo: “Did…Did that get you?”

This man. It had been a jab, playful, nothing more.

With a careful shift, she planted her hands on the middle of his back and sat up.

She knew what romance wasn’t, thanks to the vampire that briefly housed her. She knew it wasn’t a loveless marriage kept aflame by the myriad of affairs both the mister and missus entertained. Or maybe it was for them. But their screaming matches begged to differ.

Swaying, her attention returned to the immortal. She didn't want him to change. Leaning forward, she stretched over him, her lips grazing the curve of his left ear before gently biting down on the lobe. Playfulness was their kind of romance.

Sedona: She knew it had. He wouldn't say so, but it was there in the very question. He wanted to understand, not to change who he was, but to accommodate in some small measure. Ridiculous to consider now, with her lips on his ear. He breathed slowly this time, rolling his hips. This entire time and still rock hard.

"I get one more," he said, softly. "Take off your shirt."

Echo: "I'm sorry."

Her apology lingered against his skin, soft and genuine, accompanying it with a kiss to the back of his neck.

"Mm... that's not a question."

Her fingers traced along his sides.. There was softness to him that she hadn't accounted for, but now that she saw it, she'd be gentler with it. But this, the way he breathed, the heat rolling off him, the way his hips shifted under her was something she could indulge.

She sat back, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. With deliberate slowness, she peeled her shirt up, the fabric rustling before it was discarded somewhere behind her.

Sedona: Soft words answered with a head shake. It wasn't something to apologize for. It had been a joke, and they were full of them. He just wanted certainty there was no truth behind it. Maybe subconsciously there was. She needed this gentle exploration. The room was comfortable now that her confidence rebloomed.

"Uh huh," he smirked. He motioned her closer.

'Lay on me a minute.'

Echo: No, there wasn't truth to her tease. With how tough he acted, the many times he came home bloodied, or how he laughed things off, it was easy to forget that he wasn't untouchable. Her fingers glided along his back, slow and delicate. For all the teasing, his heart was tender, she thought settling against him.

Cool skin against warm skin was a perfect fit. Her cheek found his shoulder blade, and with eyes closed, letting herself sink into the quiet comfort.

 You make a good furnace.

Sedona: Someone else would have hissed, wouldn't they? He'd heard it before. The hiss of cold hands against hot skin, writhing and jumping away in protest, flailing their hands. A lot of cutesy drama. Here there was a sigh. He felt her chill, but didn't register the warning sting such an extreme should have elicited.

Her cold was just... her. His Echo.

How could he turn her name into poetry?

"You like it? Sleepin' on me and shit. You ain't ever gotta ask."

Echo: “Of course I do. You’re my Sedona,” she stated with a smirk.

She turned to rest her chin on her folded hands, her gaze soft as she looked at the back of his head. Lazily, the familiar reached out to thread her fingers through his hair. When was the last time he dyed it?

Sedona: Ah. So she'd heard that. He was about to comment when he'd caught a thought of her own.

"A few weeks 'fore I met you. What you gonna ask now? What you wantin' me to do?"

Echo: She shook her head, but he couldn’t see that.

“No more questions because I swear I’m shoving you off this bed and putting my shirt back on if you do.”

The temptation to bite him again was there.

Was he like this with all his lovers?

Sedona: "That was the game!" He laughed, making her living bed vibrate. "And demands and shit! I still wanna eat you out. You nervous?"

Echo: “I wasn’t, but you keep asking like I should be!”

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You’re gonna be weird, aren’t you?”

Sedona: "The fuck you mean 'oh you gonna be weird' you been the one actin' all soft like you ain't done nothin'!"

Echo: And there was that giggle again.

"I am soft, aren't I?"

Sedona: "A marshmallow wrapped around a knife."

Echo: "Mm, I like that one a lot actually."

He was rewarded with a kiss behind his ear.

Sedona: Slowly, Sedona began rolling onto his side, taking his beloved mouse with him. She was given a moment to spoon before he rolled again, facing her and kissing her.

'You want to touch me?'

Echo: Echo melted into the shift, following where he led, though gravity had its own say in how she landed on the bed, still half-draped over him with her arms looped around his neck. She turned her face up to him, his kiss a reward against her lips.

Yes, she wanted to touch him.

Her hands explored, slow and deliberate, charting familiar territory before venturing lower. When her fingers reached the front of his pants, they hesitated only a breath, thumb brushing over the fastening. She listened for his reaction, for any shift in his breathing, any subtle cue. Then, emboldened, her fingers pressed, mapping the outline of him as she stole another kiss, this time deeper as fingers worked to release the immortal from his pants.

Sedona: Familiar territory. She had seen every inch of him, he was certain. She had seen every dip and hill of muscle. Every scar his father had gifted him every year on his birthday. The pale scars on his back, on his legs, and on his fingers. The strength of his chest and the valley between his hips. She knew more of his body than he knew of hers. He never minded, not every instance waking up with her in his arms or stepping out of the shower with his towel only to chase and tickle her. His body had been her possession since night one, whether she knew or not.

The feeling of her cool fingers on his cock took his breath away. Not of pain, but relief. The fact that it was her hand, her will, her desire, was enough to make him throb.

Gently, he swiped his tongue over her lip, smiling sweetly.

Echo: Fingers skimmed gingerly over fabric and the warmth beneath, her touch light but deliberate. Eyes downcast, she drank in the sight of him, letting action replace words, listening instead to the way his breath hitched. The tension in his body melted beneath her touch as she pushed at the waistband of his pants, feeling the relief course through him like a pulse beneath her fingers.

She would have continued, having her curiosity guiding her forward, but his quiet request made her pause. Blue eyes flicked up to meet his. Slowly, her hand lifted, fingertips grazing the delicate white lace of her bra as she gave a squeeze. She wasn’t particularly well-endowed, but everything about her was small, delicate—her pale skin unmarred save for the faint scatter of freckles. The touch itself wasn’t what made heat creep into her cheeks but it was being watched.

Fingers found his cheek, leaning in and closing the distance as her lips brushed against his in a kiss. Her other hand drifted lower, trailing down her stomach, past her navel, fingertips teasing the edge of her skirt.

This is what he meant, wasn’t it?

Sedona: Her kiss was met in kind. He kept with her pace, only offering his tongue with her initiation.

Everything about her was perfect. What she would consider small, Sedona would call just right. It was just right because it was her. Every part of her made sense to her, in some poetic way he could only dream to articulate. Poetry was beautiful but beyond his skill. But he could pretend. Staring at the landscape that made her, words flashed across her bare skin.

Enchanting, brave little mouse. Beautiful woman. What a cute smile. Eyes like the ocean on a friendly day. Marks like a treasure map. Pale. Pale and cold. He needed to warm her.

His eyes were glued to her hand. He heard her thought as though his own, nodded. Did she feel pretty? Sexy? She should. She was so confident all the time with everything, until she wasn't. She deserved to feel beautiful. He wanted her to see herself through his eyes.

Slowly, warm lips pressed to her collarbone, to her chest, below her breast and across her ribs.

Echo: His thoughts wove between hers in a gentle ebb and flow, threaded with compliments and the soft, unsteady rhythm of attempted poetry. She loved him, of that she was certain, but in this moment, it felt like more. She wanted to return the favor, call him romantic, cover his face in kisses and be as tender, but her mind was preoccupied for certain reasons.

Echo melted beneath the warmth of his touch, the press of his lips against her skin. She wasn’t used to being looked at like this…like she was something to be adored, like she was worth memorizing. She was just Echo.

A swallow, heat pooling low in her belly as his breath ghosted over her ribs, lips trailing a slow path downward. Did she feel beautiful? Sexy? She wasn’t sure. But under his gaze, beneath his hands, she felt wanted. And maybe that was enough.

Her fingers slid beneath the hem of her skirt, trailing up the smooth expanse of her inner thighs, fabric dragging with the movement. A subtle shift, a quiet hitch of breath as her fingertips brushed against herself—warm and sensitive. A pulse of pleasure rippled through her as she pressed down, repeating the motion, rubbing slow circles through the fabric.

Her face burned, her chest rising and falling in unsteady rhythm. She had to look away.

Sedona: Just Echo. How could she think that? And why was he catching so many of her thoughts? Did adoration amplify their ability? Seemed so, he realized. Every instance in which they confessed their love, he heard her voice effortlessly.

Never in his wildest, strangest dreams had he fabricated her likeness. Content as the doomed lovelorn star child of a forgotten cult and the monster that created him.

Love and lust were generous bedfellows, and staring at her made him feel drunk. Was that lovesickness, he wondered? No. That was his Echo, feeling herself. The realization somersaulted his insides.

"I feel you."

And she was hiding. He reached down, gently tugging her chin to kiss her. This was where she belonged. Unashamed and warmed by his skin.

His hand came away to brace, reaching down to touch himself in kind, matching her pace.

Echo: Their thoughts tangled, the lines between them blurring until it was impossible to tell where he ended and she began.

“Mm.”

Even with her eyes closed, there was no hiding. Not from the intimacy wrapping around them, tightening with every shared breath. He felt everything, just as she did, and the realization made her pulse race. She hadn’t done anything like this before, and the sensation was overwhelming as his touch joined and guided her past hesitation.

He had heard so many of her sounds before—the delighted squeaks, the bubbling laughter, the little huffs of frustration, but this… this was new. A soft whimper, caught between their kiss as her fingers slipped under the thin fabric, teasing against herself. There were many sensations she could feel, all of them almost too overwhelming for her as she followed the same pattern, rubbing in slow circles before pressing deeper. Her breath hitched as she explored herself, keeping the same pace.

Sedona: Sedona remained inches above her, not wanting to distract by any means. His hips slowly rocked with their makeshift rhythm. Wanting to do everything at once almost stilled him. He wanted her lips, her breasts; to connect every freckle with his tongue just because he could, because doing so would elicit more of those sounds.

"Just like that." He gently tugged her bottom lip between his teeth. "We're gonna come."

Echo: She felt warm, warmer than ever before. The heat had crawled up her cheeks and through her. But Echo could barely hear her immortal, lost in the rush of sensation that built with every deliberate movement as the pace increased. Her breath hitched, soft whimpers spilling from her lips as her free hand curled, clinging onto Sedona as the intensity grew.

She was melting, drowning in the way he moved, in the shared flood of feelings between them. It was too much. Her lips parted under his bite, and her body tensed as pleasure unraveled in waves, stealing her breath, her thoughts, leaving only his name gasped between them.

Sedona: He didn't know what to do with himself other than ride on instinct. To feel the intensity of her orgasm, as unique as a fingerprint. His own pulsed from his ribs down to his groin and shot up his spine. Again and again with every involuntary squeeze of his scrotum, tingling his arms, hands and feet. He had aimed at the quilt between her legs to spare her the mess, and laughed.

"How was that? You good?" Soft kisses soon covered her face.

Echo: Why was he laughing? Had she done something wrong?

The thought barely formed before slipping away, lost in the lingering post-climax haze that still pulsed through her limbs. Her heart raced, a wild flutter trapped behind her ribs, hands clasped just above it as if to hold it in place.

Her eyes remained shut and her breath uneven. She couldn't answer him yet, not when she was still floating. But the soft kisses peppering her face acted like little anchors pulling her back to him. Slowly, finally, she peeked an eye open and nodded.

Sedona: Why did her brow wrinkle? It was just a second, but it hadn't gone unnoticed. Hard to do when he was a mere inch from her face. He kissed her again just because.

"Wow," he breathed, laughed again. "Y'all really do be havin' longer -" What was appropriate with her? To say orgasms? Climax? Cum? He shared his thoughts and shook his head. The random moments when his brain decided to pretend to be a gentleman.

"Wanna take a shower with me?"

Echo: It took her a second to register what he said, her nose scrunching as a quiet laugh escaped, caught between amusement and fondness for the way his mind worked.

“What’s your favorite one?”

She stretched, arms overhead, enjoying the lazy warmth still humming through her limbs. And when her gaze drifted back to him, all she could feel was the need to be close and stay wrapped up in him.  She nodded, letting her fingers trace absent patterns over his chest.

Sedona: "Whatever you're gonna say right before you do it, that's gonna be my favorite," grinned Sedona.

With her arms over her head, her body was free real estate for kisses. He would never grow tired of looking at her, touching her, playing with her, listening to her.

All he would bring is a pair of boxers and his towel. And the keys, of course.

"Tub's kinda small. Gonna be huggin' the whole time."

Echo: Enough time had passed for the familiar to find her voice again, well at least more than just a few words now.

“That’s a bath," she corrected, eyes flicking up at him with a teasing glint. "And that’s different than a shower.”

Her hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her, as she watched him stand. A moment later, she followed suit, reaching for her shirt and slipping it back on, suddenly more aware of the shared space beyond their room.

“Can we actually do that?” she asked, tugging at the bedsheets, balling up the soiled fabric to wash later. The floor had a shared bathroom—was it inconsiderate to take it over like that? Still, the idea of being close to him again, wrapped up in warmth, was more tempting than she wanted to admit.

Sedona: "You act like you ain't been in that bathroom before. You know it's both," he laughed. "You know what? You pick which one we be doin' and we do it. I'm gettin' naked." More naked than he already was, which wouldn't take much but kicking off his shorts.

"We got this. It's the middle of the day. Them people shower mornin' or night. We can hog it all you want." He laughed at her putting her shirt back on, and then he remembered how they got here. Not just her adorable Valentine's day surprise, but the first time laying eyes on her at the club, the first time he touched her. The first time he held her knowingly as a mouse.

"It ain't gonna rust if I wear it in the shower, is it? The necklace."

Echo: “Bath!”

Of course she wanted the bath if it meant being wrapped up with him, skin to skin, tucked in close. She watched as her immortal kicked off his boxers, now naked as the day he was born, and her smile only grew. Perfect. He was just… perfect.

As for her, it never really mattered whether she was clothed or not, but people tended to disapprove of her lack of modesty. She’d learned that the hard way, yelled at by her previous housemate for frolicking around in nothing but familiar joy. She glanced at Sed, head tilting, wondering if he’d care.

Her arms crossed, white hair giving a soft shake as she smirked.

“Magic, baybee,” she said, grabbing their towels and pressing one against his chest. With that, she turned on her heel and slipped into the hall.

[strip4kaneshiro]

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas 🩵🎁

Don’t worry about my lazy ass formatting I’m writing this while preparing for a vacation lololol

Ashe who could give less fucks about giving gifts

At first, when she doesn’t give major gifts for holidays like your birthday or even the more couple oriented things like Valentines Day or Boo Baskets/Spooky Baskets, you question why

But when you realize how much of a physical touch person she is compared to gift giving you come to the understanding that she isn’t neglecting you

Babygirl just knows how to show love in ways that don’t revolve around spending major amounts of money

Don’t get her wrong, she’ll do it in a heartbeat but she doesn’t see the hype in the gift Olympics other couples play

That money doesn’t mean shit if your cheating on your partner or neglecting them (Trust her, she knows a thing or two about that)

She will however go to all Christmas themed events with you

Fireworks display, hot chocolate nights, ice skating, Christmas lights displays and all that fill your calendars

Matching Santa Claus dresses because she thinks it’s cute (and your even cuter in that short ass skirt she thinks❤️‍🔥)

Plus, since you guys live in Texas, it never gets cold enough for that to be a problem tights/stockings don’t fix

Speaking of, will buy holiday themed lingerie

Whether it’s you or her that wears it does not matter to her

Hot chocolate kisses from Ashe >>> (no matter how bad her lipstick smears on you two from it)

Makes that corny ass Santa Clause joke “come sit in my lap, darlin’ ❤️ Let’s see if you’ve been naughty or nice” but it works because this is Elizabeth we’re talking about

December is the only time of year you can get away with calling her by her government name in public btw.

“Liz, which Christmas lights do you want? The 18 feet ones or the 12?” “I beg your pardon?🤨” and then she casually answers you cause that gurl cannot tell you not to

She see’s her name as something that should only be used by loved ones. So you and Cole are the only people that haven’t been chastised for using it

[lover-girl-estxx]

Nick 40 x reader 24. Celebrating Valentine’s Day.

Fluff

V-day

I woke up to Nick setting a coffee on my nightstand "thank you baby" i smiled half asleep, he smiled went to kiss me "i have morning breath" i shook my head "i dont care" he grabbed my chin kissing me "eww yeah" he said pulling away with a smile "shut up" I pushed his shoulder taking a sip of my coffee. He wrapped his arms around me "don't go to work call in, who needs an editer on valentines?" he pulled me back "rom-com writers do baby" I kissed him again before getting up.

"I love you happy Valentines, i'll be home early' I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind "Love you" he leaned up and kissed me "sorry I have to work" I mumbled he smirked "it's okay mamas".

I was sitting at my desk working on one of the three book i've been working on. I got a call on my work phone "Y/n Y/l/n" "you have something at the front" "i'll be there one sec" I got out going to the front desk that had black and red roses 'my always' the note said "and these" Pam smirked hand me a box of chocolate "thanks" I grabbed them I set them on my desk.

"Nicky" I said as he picked up the phone "yes mamas?" I could his smiled "I love them" "love what?" "the flowers" I shook my head "I didn't send you flowers" "then who the fuck sent me flowers?" he chuckled "No I sent you flowers" "your annoying," I laughed "there beautiful" "glad you like them" "thank you! i'll be home soon" "your welcome love you " "love you" I blushed hanging up

I wrapped my arm around his neck the other holding the flowers and I kissed him "hows work?" he asked "I missed you" I pecked his lips he grabbed the flowers from me and put them in the kitchen "can I give you your gifts before we go?" I smiled he nodded.

I didn't really like fancy places for dates so me and him went to the bar to play pool. I missed again I groaned as Nick chuckled "I thought you said you were good at pool?" he said lining up his stick "I though I was too" I laughed as he got another ball in. "okay come help me" I said, he came behind me lining my stick up for me he did it making me hit the ball. I jumped up "thank you!" I smiled turning around wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him he laughed on my lips "you're cute" he whispered cupping my face I blushed "thank you you're pretty cute too" I shrugged.

"you know how to line dance?" I asked he shook his head pushing his brows together " no" I grabbed his hand pulling him over to the floor taking him with me through the steps he laughed "i'll watch from afar babygirl" he left and sat by the side watching me.

The song ended, I went and sat on his lag beer still in my hand "you looked hawt" I giggled putting my head in his shoulder. "you ready to go?" he asked "very" he held my hand and I stood up he walked in front of me out to the truck. "happy valentines Nicky" I said looking over at him "happy Valentines babe" he smiled as I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

[kalijhomentethi]

most holidays are lost on evelynn, finding human celebrations to be odd at best. today’s though, she humors, as she isn’t to shy away ( not now, at least — long ago is another story ) from giving her lover the affection and attention she deserves. “ akali, ” she draws out ; slowly, endearingly, as hands pull her closer. “ happy valentines day, darling. “

there’s no gift - least not in the traditional sense. as she captures akali into a slow, ever hungry kiss, gradually does she lead them to their bedroom.

she’s the gift ; leave it to her to be extra.

ah, valentine's day. one of the (many) days she's always been excited for, especially when she can spoil her girlfriend. not that she needs a reason to spoil evelynn. although, it seems that this time (as always), it was akali's turn to get spoiled. she nearly drops the bouquet she's holding as her gift figuratively—soon to be literally—unwraps herself in front of the rapper.

"baby," she coos back, lips pulling back into a grin, but it's not quite the innocent look she's looking for. "happy valentine's day to you too. you're looking as beautiful as ever, babe. all for me?" flowers still in hand, she lets evelynn pull her close, and akali wraps her own arms around her demon's waist.

evelynn is, in fact, all hers, if the kiss afterwards is anything to go by. a tilt of her head, a nudge here, and she's deepening the kiss and navigating the hall with practiced ease at the same time.

the moment they enter their bedroom, akali shuts and locks the door behind them, setting the flowers on the nearest surface. with her hands finally free, eager not to lose the warmth and momentum they've gained, her hands return to their rightful place around the back of her lover's thighs, and she picks her up with little effort, lips still locked on one another. one step, two—then she setting evelynn down on the soft mattress, huffing, caging her with her toned arms.

"i'm gonna make sure you know how much i love my gift, babygirl." there's a hint of a growl in her voice as she pulls back slightly, mouth dipping to brush against the column of the other's throat. "you're not gonna walk tomorrow."

[dis--parity]

💌 to write a valentine's day letter to my muse

💐 to give my muse flowers

alison to theo bc she wants him to celebrate her fave holiday with her 🥺🥺🥺 he has to be included!!!!!!

That's Amore! // Accepting! || @elganac

『🍬』 Today of all days, he would never have expected Alison to turn up at his door; not that he thought she was shallow enough not to indulge in these kinds of displays, of course, but the larger part of him simply wasn't expecting it in any capacity this week.

Too long had he been used to using this holiday as an excuse to give out hollow gestures of affection and thanks - and hollow they usually were, which is why he didn't normally place too much stock in Valentine's day. As far as he was concerned, the holiday of love was past it's prime for him.

Maybe that's why even her showing up caught him off-kilter. What truly made his heart jump, though, were the offered gifts; a bouquet of flowers, and a letter to go along with it. He guessed maybe it made sense... even if she was good with her words most of the time, maybe she wanted to be sure he'd remember this day, and what she had to share with him.

"Oh, shit, lemme find somewhere for these, hold on." Now, he was no botanist, but he swore he could identify at least some of the blooms. Red roses were obvious, but... were those bellflowers standing against it? She always did have a better understanding of how to use colour than he did, even if he didn't admit it.

The flowers find their home in a small vase for now, as he paces around reading the letter. Despite her apparent nervousness, which he noted, he couldn't help but feel his face scrunch up and his breath hitch in his throat with every word he wrote. She really was a poet, but... the fact that she took this much time and effort out in the first place, for him?

"Ali..." he breathes, folding the letter back up like it were made of porcelain and could shatter in an instant. "Babygirl, I.. I got nothin'. Like-... holy shit? This is, like, legit the sweetest fucking thing you could've done for me, what the fuck? I dunno whether to propose or to just give you head!" He laughs, at last - at least he could manage a joke.

But, he does approach - compromising with himself by pressing a kiss to her cheek, his hands lingering on her sides as he allows his fingers to dance slowly, gently along her hips. "Well... shit, are you... doin' anything today? 'Cause, if not, we can totally go out together. Least I can do is pay you back, so... pick out a restaurant, whatever you want, whatever fancy French restaurant ain't fully booked today, we're goin' there, and dinner's on me, okay?"