#should we start lovin'; give this a try? you got baggage; but so do i ♥ aesop x luca [ mcmorysearching ]

[gidget-claws]

"Should we start lovin', give this a try?

You got baggage, but so do I."

(Lyrics: Baggage by Rare Americans)

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Honestly might give HC Aki's voice as the lead singer of Rare Americans even tho I was originally gonna give them an Australian accent with them being a flying fox bat which are found in Australia- their vibe is just Rare Americans lmao

Mostly drew this for drawing Donnie and Aki on techwear fits cause it matches them

[flopdriversenthusiast]

assigning f1 drivers songs from my daylist

under cut bc i put lyrics and it got long lmao

featuring : dr3, ls2, cl16, cs55, and mv1

obligatory side note that this was for funsies and idk that much abt the drivers

c'est la vie ;; weathers - daniel ricciardo

[ it never goes my way // take a shot and fall short // i never get the support // but i guess that's just life // someone go get me some confetti // i think i might have hit my peak already ] [ wish i could press restart // i don't mean to get dark // but i guess that's just life // someone go get me some more confetti // i think i might have hit bottom already ]

life ;; mother mother - logan sargeant

[ oh yeah, i lost my head again // out there on the rough and tough terrain ] [ oh yeah, i fucked it up again // seems to be an old recurring theme // i got lost somewhere on the way ] [ i don't know who i'm being but i hate 'em // i don't know what i'm taking, but i'm trippin' // oh where is my life // yeah where is my life // oh, maybe i am right // where i'm supposed to be // right where i'm supposed to be, this is my life // this is my life ] [ you dream the open fire // you are an extraordinary machine // you sweet, precious dumbass ]

dirty imbecile ;; the happy fits - charles leclerc

[ if i'm so smart and i'm so pretty // damn this town and damn this city // you never give me anything i want // no one seems to really care // they're just wholly unaware // of all the blood and sweat i cry before dawn ] [ 'cause i'm crazy in just too many ways // but i get that little feel // when my heart starts beating, lungs stop breathing // all my fibers say to run away // count my little scars, i've got dozens down inside ] [ i come complete and invincible behind my dirty imbecile // all these things i've tried, boy, be cute, be dumb, be wise be young ]

animal ;; sir chloe - carlos sainz [alternatively, alpine!fernando alonso]

[ tried to pretend, but it just don't feel right // to be your number one // should have known better, i tried to stay cool // you were telling me i'm such a fool to say no ] [ make me behave like an animal // make me behave like an animal // i'm asking nicely, give me what i want // i'll ask politely, give me what i want ]

baggage ;; rare americans - max verstappen

[ this love is like a business // it could drive us both insane // blind emotion leads to commotion // but part of me likes that game // part of me wants the chaos // and part of me walks alone ] [ what am i doing, who am i foolin' // it's a life spent on your own ] [ should we start lovin', give this a try? // you got baggage, but so do i ]

[chaoticgremlinwholikescheese]

Baggage

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Songfic

Getting Together

very eddie centric

You said you're having strange dreams Are they good or bad or both? Got a head full, blurry thoughts, babe You livin' with a ghost

Eddie has nightmares. Every night, he replays the worst days of his life. The helicopter going down. The screams, his and others. They were full of fear. Then full of pain. The silence though, that was worse. He remembers the fiery ache of his wounds. Sometimes, he wakes up and swears he can still feel the bullets buried in his skin. He remembers, and he wishes he didn't. Memories are a curse.

He got a medal for that day. He doesn't deserve a medal. He doesn't need a reminder of that day. He puts it in a box and buries it away. Out of sight, out of mind. Except he's still haunted. Ghosts won't leave him alone. He can feel their icy fingers around his neck, reaching through his ribs to tear at his heart. He feels like he's halfway to being a ghost himself. He's alive, but he's not here. Can he even call this living? He's breathing, but he's not living.

In a big house in the country Too much space and you feel trapped Thoughts go bouncing off the walls Got no one there to watch your back

Shannon leaves. All he has left of her is a note. He does his best to keep it all together, but it's too much. The house feels suffocating in its emptiness. He feels alone. He's taking care of his son while trying to balance a job and the fucked up mess in his head. He's trying so hard, but it's not enough. He's failing Chris. He's failing his parents. He's failing himself. His parents try to convince him to have Chris live with them, but he won't let that happen. Chris is his heart. He already lost his mom, he's not about to lose his father too.

So, they leave. They go to LA. They get a small house. It's perfect for the two of them. They have a fresh start, something they both need. Eddie starts a job at a fire station. Chris starts a new school. He's scared, but he makes friends almost immediately. Eddie, not so much. He feels like an outsider. One guy, Buck, seems to have an agenda against him. He gets why. He's an intruder. He would feel the same way if he was in Buck's position.

Should we start lovin', give this a try? You got baggage, but so do I You got baggage, but so do I Let's give it a try

Then it turns out that Buck is one of the kindest people he's ever met. The anger was masking fear, fear that Eddie is all too familiar with. Chris loves him, and Eddie can see why. Buck comes careening into their lives and it's the best possible thing that could have happened. He brings them Carla, and he brings them friendship. Family. Love. Eddie finally has someone to have his back again.

Bad luck follows Eddie wherever he goes. Apparently, it follows Buck too. The shooting, the tsunami, the bomb, the embolism. They don't go through it alone. They have each other. They have each other's backs. And for the first time in years, Eddie allows himself to break. He allows himself to ask for help. Buck is there. He helps put him back together. He does the same for Buck. They keep each other whole.

B-A-G-G-A-G-E Get off my back, you're killin' me Get off my back Get off my back Get off my back I'm breakin' free I'm breakin' free I'm breakin' free I'm breakin' free

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[mcmoryfound]

@mcmorysearching​ inquired: “do you ever feel… like… you know… things? like… those warm… feelings?” ( from Aesop to Luca! ) [  idiots to lovers  ]

With these questions, he stopped for a moment working & looked up on Aesop, at first with confusion on his face, before returning to usual smirk on his face. Quick to turn to table again, he picked up one of the connection boxes & turned to the other, catching two ends of the cable & beginning his fake lecture.

“  Of course! You see, moment you get shocked, there’s that warm sensation - though it is dangerous, because even the weakest electric currents can cause burns & other severe damage if you hold on long enough. Though 1 miliamper unless certain condition are met shouldn’t be as bad, but it also can depend on a body of person caught into a current-  “ Oh, he should stop before he goes too far into it. With a chuckle box once again was put back on a desk. After all Luca was well aware it’s not this kind of feeling embalmer meant.

“  As for feelings here  “ A small pat on his chest, before taking one of Aesop’s hands into his own, the usual smirk becoming softer. “  Only with you as far as I remember & I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. “

[professortennant]

shall we dance? (a ted/rebecca ficlet)

The phone lights up, vibrating on the kitchen table, startling him. It’s the Diamond Dogs group chat sending thumbs up and encouragement. When he and Rebecca had started seeing each other, he had pretty firm boundaries about discussing the particulars of his relationship with his friends. Rebecca wasn’t a one-night stand (his only one-night stand, for that matter), she was their boss. But more than that, she was special.

And, honestly, up until now he hadn’t needed them. The transition from employer and employee to friends to more had been smoother than anticipated. They shouldn’t work on paper maybe, but there was something electric and addictive about being with her. Perhaps it had something to do with seeing each other at their lowest--sabotage and panic attacks and cracks in the veneer. 

But dang it, some things just called for a little support and back up.

(”I told her I loved her and suddenly she’s acting like I didn’t get my cootie shot and I tell you, fellas, circle circle dot dot, I’ve been vaccinated since second grade when Penny Johnson wouldn’t play kickball with me until I--You know what, I got off track there, because I’m nervous and a little worked up and--”

“Ted,” Beard interrupted, looking even more sympathetic than normal. “Rebecca isn’t Michelle. She’s got her own set of baggage and maybe she doesn’t need you to give her all this space. Maybe she needs someone to stop her running away.”

Murmurs of agreement from Nathan and Higgins and a single grunt from Roy sealed the deal. The Diamond Dogs had struck again.)

Ted took a healthy sip of the red wine he had poured for them both, the takeaway he picked up from their favorite Italian restaurant around the corner warming in the oven, he debated on lighting a candle but figured that would have been overkill. He just needed to play it cool, not let her dance around the pink, heart-shaped elephant in the room.

Beard was right. Rebecca wasn’t Michelle. He couldn’t judge his and Rebecca’s problems on past relationships. And he hoped Rebecca certainly wasn’t lumping him in with ole Rupe-a-dupes. 

“Ted?”

He startled, seeing Rebecca in the doorway looking surprised. “Did we have plans tonight? I thought I told you I couldn’t see you tonight, I--”

“Rebecca, listen, I know you said that but things have been feeling off between us and it’s driving me crazy and I couldn’t sleep--seriously, Ms. Shipley is going to evict me and--”

“Ted, everything is fine.” She leaned forward, pressing a soft, barely-there kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Really.”

But it rang hollow, the anxiety in Ted’s chest spiked. It felt like she was slipping away from him, but he couldn’t bring himself to take the words back: he loved her. 

He searched for something, anything, to make her turn around and face him, to see him and talk to him, to stop avoiding him. And then, like a chain of lightning, it hit him.

Taking her hand in his, he tugged gently, leading her to living room, calling out to her home device to play music. Soft, trilling piano filled the silence. 

“Ted, what--”

“Hey, hey--” He held out a hand to her, bowing slightly with a flourish. “Shall we dance?”

She frowned at him, eyes darting from his hand to his face and back. “I don’t understand.”

He shuffled closer, pulling her tentatively against him, one arm sliding around her waist and the other pulling their joined hands to his chest, slowly swaying them in a circle. His face nuzzled against hers, encouraging her to tuck herself against him. Maybe it would be easier to speak into shoulders and necks instead of open, vulnerable faces.

“I was thinking,” he said softly, voice low and rumbling in her ear. “Oklahoma worked pretty good, so maybe we could have something just for us? And I remember you recommending this particular phrase so, maybe when we have something we need to talk about, like, oh I don’t know, me telling you I love you--” She stiffens in his arms, moves to pull away, but he keeps a steady hold on her, pressing a reassuring kiss to her temple--”and you run off faster than a deer seeing headlights on a backroad in Missouri, well, I think we should talk about it and dance.”

For a moment, there is only the sounds of piano music and the sounds of the city. And then she sags against him, slides her arm up his shoulder and threads her fingers into his hair at the base of his neck.

“Okay,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against his neck. He closes his eyes, heart leaping. 

“You don’t have to say it back, you know, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he tells her, still slowly waltzing them around their living room. stroking the small of her back and occasionally pressing small kisses to the side of her head. “It won’t make me stop lovin’ you just because you’re not there yet. Unless,” he swallows hard, holds her a little tighter. “Unless you don’t think you’ll ever feel that way and--”

“No,” she says it so loudly, jerking back to look at him, eyes wide and pleading. “No that’s not it at all, Ted. I--” She closes her eyes and shakes her head as if trying to dislodge a wayward thought. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asks her, twang dripping off the pet name as it always does. “Because I gotta tell you, I don’t know what to do. I want to give you space, but the last time I gave the woman I loved space, we ended up with so much space between us there was no comin’ back and I don’t want that for us.”

“I don’t want that either,” she confesses into the crook of his neck, her breath hot and sticky on his skin. He feels her press a kiss to the hollow of his throat before pulling back. Her skin is flushed, eyes glassy. “You scare me, Ted,” she says in a rush. 

He stops swaying them side-to-side, but doesn’t let go of her. “What did I--”

She presses two fingers to his mouth, stops him from interrupting. (She had been delighted to learn that shutting Ted up was a lot more effective when she could simply lean over her desk and kiss him or occupy his mouth with other matters.)

“The last man that told me that he loved me, the last man who I thought I loved in return, took that love and twisted it into something that hurt me.”

“Rebecca, I would never--”

“I know,” she says with a small hiccup, tears at the corners of her eyes. “I know that,” she assures him, soothing her fingers over his concerned brow. “But old wounds linger.”

Ted trails his fingers down her jawline, cups her face in his palm and strokes his thumb over the sharp curve of her cheekbone. “I told you I loved you because that’s how I feel about you. No strings attached to that, not ever, not with me. Okay? And if you need your heart and your head to get on the same page, fine by me. I’m not going anywhere.”

When she kisses him, it is fierce and desperate, a week of dancing around each other has left them feeling disconnected. But she barely has to raise herself up onto her toes to press against him more firmly, slide her tongue against his, and scratch her nails against his scalp to light a fire in him. He grips her fiercely, kisses her back with everything he has, hands wandering over her backside and squeezing, pulling her against him. 

He’s a firm believer of getting control over one’s emotions, but he’s pretty sure no one’s been faced with a handful of Rebecca and it bubbles out of him like a groan as he breaks the kiss to suck and nip at her neck, “Love you.”

She pushes him away and he winces, can’t believe he let himself get caught up in the moment, he’s better than this. An apology is on the tip of his tongue when she takes his face in both hands. “I love you, too, Ted.”

She grins at him shyly, eyes wide and shining with love and, in some ways something even more precious: trust.

Still, he has to make sure she knows he meant it about strings and expectations. “You don’t have to--”

But, as always, she’s three steps ahead of him. “I know, but I want to. I wanted to when you said it last week, but,--” She shrugs, trailing off. “Old wounds are still tender.”

He leans forward and kisses her softly on the forehead, lingering there for a moment, before pressing feather-light kisses to her nose and cheek and, finally, her mouth. She’s warm against him, pliant and loose, melting into him, pressing her hips against his, tugging at his hair. 

(The food is forgotten in the oven, both of them settled and certain in their relationship. She isn’t running and he isn’t panicking. The bedroom walls hear nothing but the soft grunts and moans, the curses and panting, and the gentle trading of I love you over and over again.)

[happilyeversims]

Should we start lovin', give this a try You got baggage, but so do I

🎵 send me a song and I’ll make an edit inspired by it

Baggage by Rare Americans - submitted by @siminycricket

[thequeenkrys15]

His Woman

This fic is dedicated to Miss Nadia, aka @flamediel​​

First off, I would like to apologize to you Queen, because this took much longer than I imagined, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

About a month ago, Miss Nadia underwent a lot of unnecessary hate for no reason. Really all hate is unnecessary, but it was hate nonetheless. I would like to remind everyone who reads this fic that it there is never a good reason to be malicious to someone, and that it is always better to spread positivity. In my eyes, we are all kings and queens and should treat each other as such. 

Miss Nadia, please know that to me, you are awesome. You are amazing, and marvelous and every positive word in the dictionary in every language. You are a queen, an empress a GODDESS, and if anyone tells you differently they can kick rocks because they’re peasants and queens don’t have time for peasants. And if no one has said it today, I LOVE YOU! And so does this man right here!

Pairing: Zabdiel de Jesus x Nadia!Reader

Word Count: 2950

Warnings: Slight Angst, Smut, 18+, minors DNI, protected sex (no glove, no love), fondling, fingering, oral (female receiving), fluff, and google translated spanish

Without further adeu, Miss Nadia sweetie, enjoy!

Dating a musician was hard for anyone, especially when that musician was in a famous band like Nadia’s man. CNCO was often doing promo and concerts, sometimes it was hard to find time. And it didn’t help that the two of them were in a long-distance relationship. Some of the guys trying to hit on her in Cairo were so rude. And Nadia could only imagine all the women making themselves look “too available” for Zabdiel. But alas, he always made sure to silence her insecurities. “You’re the only one for me, Nadia, mi amol”, he would say in that thick Puerto Rican accent that always made her swoon. They always Facetimed each other every day and flew out to see each other when they could. They say time apart makes the heart grow fonder, then the two of them must be infatuated, because Nadia and Zabdiel were in love.

           Time seemed to align perfectly for Zabdiel and Nadia. CNCO got some vacation time to relax, and Nadia saved up enough sick days and vacation days two get a whole two months of paid leave. How would the two choose to spend this newfound time? Why with each other of course! Zabdiel put everything in motion the second he knew she was coming. He wanted this time off to be stress free and be filled with love and romance for his woman, Nadia. The next two months were about to be the best she has ever had.

           After getting off the plane in Miami, Nadia was overrun with happiness and joy, and just in a few moments, she would see the love of her life. As she approached Baggage Claim, it’s like the world stopped. Zabdiel had been searching for Nadia for the past 15 minutes, and once his eyes locked with hers, a huge smile spread across his face. It started as a sprint, and then a full-blown dash as they ran to each other. When the two finally had their arms wrapped around each other, a wash of calm and clarity overcame them both. This felt right, this felt like love.

“Hola mi amol, estoy tan feliz de que estés aqui”, he whispered into her ear.

“I missed you so much, baby”, Nadia cried into his shoulder happily.

           Zabdiel and Nadia broke apart after a few more minutes, wiping their eyes and walking hand in hand, grabbing her suitcases, and striding out of the airport. The two headed to his car and put the bags in the trunk. Zabdiel opened the door for his woman, and the two of them climbed in and started their ride home.

“Te amo mi cariño”, he kissed her hand.

“And I love you”, she said sweetly.

Nadia knew that these next two months were going to be a blast.

 Time Jump

             These two months were going nothing like Nadia thought it would. Don’t get her wrong, Zabdiel was treating her like a queen in every sense of the word, from feeding her fruit, to afternoon massages, to late night lovin! When it came to Zabdiel, Nadia was on cloud nine, but it was something else that was bringing her down more than usual: the fans. Now in the beginning, the CNCOwners were ecstatic about the relationship Nadia had blossomed with Zabdiel, and for the most part, they still are. There are positive messages in her inbox from the fans all the time, and they always lift her spirits when she’s down. But lately, somethings been off with them, or at least some of them. It started when Nadia was giving weekly updates to the fans about what Mr. de Jesús was up to. Even though the band was on break, he still did somethings band-related, like producing music. Sometimes when he’s in his element, she likes to get a video of him because she knows the fans would love the content. Or when you catch him doing something cute like playing with Appa, she knew the fans would swoon. Even though most of the fans were showing her love, some were showing her hate. Like HATE, hate. Like hate to the point where they were telling her to kill herself. Like, who does that? At first, she didn’t pay them any mind, because of course there were always the nay-sayers. But the comments started getting worst, like to the point where they were making her cry. She couldn’t believe there were people like this on the internet. She tried to keep this from Zabdiel as long as she could, this time was supposed to be about them, not some asshats that were trying to bring her spirits down. But of course, Zabdiel knew his woman way too well for her to keep a secret like this.

           Zabdiel had just got home from a dinner run when he walked in and noticed the apartment was eerily silent.

“¡Nadia, estoy en casa!” he shouted through the home to place her. She didn’t respond.

           He placed the food in the refrigerator and went in search of his girlfriend, finally finding her in the bedroom.

“Nena, ¿me has oído? Why didn’t you respond?”

           He turned her around in the bed, just to find she was crying her eyes out.

“¿Por que estás llorando? What happened?”

           Still trying to save face, Nadia pushed it aside to change the subject.

“Everything’s fine honey. What did you get to eat?” She was totally lying in his face, and Zabdiel was not having it.

           Before Zabdiel could ask again what had her in distress, her phone lit up with a notification, and before she could redirect his attention, he snatched her phone away.

“What is this, Nadia?” he tapped on the notification.

“It’s nothing Zab. Please don’t open---”

           But it was too late. He had opened it, and what he saw made him bubble with anger. Countless negative comments on her social media degrading her, berating her, calling her names and how she was worthless. One he scrolled past literally told her to kill herself. Are they serious? He could not believe that his so called “fans” were the ones harassing her like this. Oh, he was going to put a stop to this once and for all.

“¿Por cuánto tiempo ha estado sucediendo esto?” he asked in sorrow.

“Zabdiel, please.” She just wanted to forget about it, but he wouldn’t budge.

“How long, Nadia.” His tone was firmer, and because she knew he wasn’t going to leave it alone, she conceded.

“A few weeks.” She sighed. He huffed in frustration but spoke to her in a soft tone.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked in curiosity, not understanding why she would keep something like this from him.

“Because I didn’t want you to worry, okay? This time together was supposed to be about us, not some mean fans. I just shouldn’t have let it get to me so much.”

           At the sound of her blaming herself for this nonsense, Zabdiel wrapped Nadia up in the tightest hug he could muster, quieting her claims.

“Escúchame mi amol. None of this your fault, and I am sorry this has happened. Those are not my fans; they are just evil people with nothing better to do. I’m gonna put a stop to this in the morning.”

Nadia tried to protest, but he shushed her concerns, leaving no room for discussion. He kissed her forehead.

“If this happens again nena, you have to tell me so I can fix it. I can’t help if you don’t let me. Okay?” he held her face in his hands as she nodded, showing she understood.

           He kissed her lips tenderly, savoring the taste of her. It started off slow, but the kiss grew hungrier, more primal than anything before. His tongue slid into her mouth, dancing around each other, until Nadia’s tongue gave in to his, accepting his dominance.

“I’m gonna make you forget all about them hermosa” he whispered into her ear.

           He laid her down on the bed as he began to kiss under her jaw, moving toward her neck and shoulder juncture, suckling her pulse point. She moaned, knowing that tonight was going to be a long one. His hands held her waist, as he slid her shirt up, exposing her stomach. He kissed and nipped along the sides her tummy, forcing her shirt up. He pulled away for a split second, finally pulling her shirt off, getting frustrated with the fabric. He was mesmerized by the way her breasts looked in her black bra; he was practically salivating at the mouth.

“Eres exquisita” he leaned down to kiss her neckline, traveling to her cleavage, nipping at the rise of her left boob, and then the right.

“You have too many clothes on” Nadia said as she slid her hands under his shirt, desperate to feel him as he was feeling her.

           He pulled away to get his shirt off, as Nadia threw her bra across the room. Zabdiel was back on her in seconds, sucking her left nipple into his mouth while he fondled the right breast in his huge hand. His warm mouth was doing wonders for her body, and all the pleasure she felt was shot straight to her core. He kissed the valley in between her breasts and down her stomach, knowing exactly where he was headed. Undoing her zipper, he worked her pants off her body and tossed them to the side of the bed, leaving her in her black underwear. He sniffed between her legs, nuzzling her nub which sent a jolt up her spine.

“Hueles dulce” he sighed as he pulled her panties off her body, leaving her bare.

           He pulled her legs over his shoulders, gripped her thighs, and licked a long stripe up from her slit to her pearl, making her gasp.

“But you taste even sweeter.” Zabdiel was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

           If there was one thing people knew about Zabdiel, it was that he had an oral fixation. He always had something in his mouth, whether it was gum, a lollipop, or in this case, her pussy. And he was an expert with his tongue, knowing just where to lick to get his woman stimulated. He licked in between her lips, just so she could get a feel for him. He then licked at her clit, drawing her favorite star pattern, sending her to another galaxy. Nadia was a moaning mess, her hand flew to where his head was, physically telling him not to move an inch. But Zabdiel wouldn’t dare, he was enjoying this just as much as she was. Knowing that it was him causing his woman so much pleasure, made him painfully hard in his pants. But his woman had to cum first.

“Do you want more, my love?” Nadia was gasping for air, nodding her head frantically, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Usa tus palabras, hermosa” he breathed into her core as he licked down her slit.

“Yes! Baby please, I need more!” she begged, desperate to chase her high.

           Zabdiel inserted his middle finger into her hot channel, and then his index, massaging her inner walls. He found that one spot inside her that made her back arch, hips rising off the bed. This action made Nadia’s eyes roll in the back of her head; she was gripping the sheets for dear life, whining. She was so close, he just needed to say it. And he knew it too.

“It’s okay nena, I got you. Dale” he sucked her pearl into his mouth, hard.

           That one word and one action, lit her body on fire. Her orgasm was explosive, mind and body in the clouds, she didn’t think she would ever come down. Zabdiel worked her through her orgasm until she returned to earth, drinking up everything she had to give him. He sat up, and peering at his face he looked like a glazed donut. He hopped off the bed for a split second, getting his pants and boxers off in one push. Nadia would have had to seen it a thousand times, but she will never get tired of seeing just how magnificent Zabdiel’s penis was. She reached out to grasp it, but Zabdiel pushed her hand away, leaning over her.

“No nena, tonight is about you. Relájate” he said as he nestled in between her thighs.

           He kissed her first, slow and sensual, pouring out all his emotions in one action. He leaned over to the side to grab a condom out of the night drawer. Once he put the condom on, he lined himself up at her entrance, and ever the gentleman, he peered up at her to make sure she was okay. Holding on to his biceps, she nodded, and he eased the head of his cock into her tight channel, taking the breath out of both of their lungs.

“Carajo nena. Eres tan apretada” he gasped into her ear.

           Once fully seated, he took a minute to let her adjust. No matter how many times they’ve had sex together, his girth always took her by surprise. Zabdiel could feel Nadia hips moving slightly against his, signaling him to move. He drew back his hips all the way, leaving only the tip in to tease her, then he slammed himself back in, to the hilt. His thrusts were slow, making love to her through his actions.

“Eres perfecta” he whispered into her ear as he kissed her neck.

She felt euphoric in every sense of the word; not only was he making her feel good physically, he was also making her feel good emotionally. Every stroke he took pulled all the negative comments out of her mind and replaced them with deep and utter bliss. She was on cloud nine, but she needed to get to the moon. She wanted to forget, and Zabdiel was the only way how.

“Faster, Papi” she pleaded, begging him to take her pain away.

           It was like a switch flipped inside his head. Nadia knew if she wanted a different side of Zabdiel, a more aggressive side, that was the one word that would do the trick. “Domdiel” appeared in a matter of seconds, gripping her hips harder, and his strokes started matching the speed of a jackhammer. Nadia felt him everywhere, from her neck down to her core. She knew there would be bruises in the morning, but she didn’t care, all that mattered was this moment right now.

“Papi, I’m close!” She held on to him for dear life, nails running down his back so hard they almost broke skin.

           Zabdiel was in the same boat, as his thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm. He reached down between her legs, drawing a nice figure eight on her bundle of nerves, sure that it will help her reach a final high.

“Cum for me, Nadia.”

           That was all it took. Her body arched and convulsed off the bed. She screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. A white-hot light flooded the back of her eyes, leaving her in a state of pure ecstasy. Zabdiel wasn’t far behind, getting three more pumps in before he stilled, spilling himself into the rubber. He collapsed onto her, but she didn’t mind, welcoming the warmth. After a few seconds Zabdiel got up and retreated to the bathroom to throw away the rubber. He returned to Nadia with a washcloth in hand, leaning down to clean her up, being mindful that she was still very sensitive. When he was finished, he tossed the rag into the laundry hamper, and crawled into bed, snuggling up to his woman.

“Te amo, mi vida” he whispered as he drifted off to slumber.

“Te amo, mi cariño” she said back as sleep overcame her.

           In that moment, Nadia felt at peace. Not anger, not sadness, just simple peace.

Time Jump

           When morning came, Nadia found herself in bed, alone. Finding Zabdiel’s discarded shirt, she slipped it on and made her way to the living room, in search of her boyfriend. The sight that she came across almost made her cry. Zabdiel was on the couch with his phone in hand, going completely off on the fans that were spewing hate towards her. He said that he was disappointed and angry that some of his so-called “fans” would go so far as to hurt his woman intentionally. He also said that true fans would want to see him happy, and that if they were real fans, they would either show you two some love, or just simply be quiet. He saw Nadia out of the corner of his eye and decided to end the video there.

“Ahora si me disculpas, voy a salir con mi mujer.”

           He motioned for her to come sit with him, so she did. He placed her on his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know. I could have gotten over it.” She said as she leaned against his chest.

“You shouldn’t have to. Tú eres mi mujer, and I’m not gonna tolerate any disrespect, no matter who it’s from.” He kissed her on her forehead.

           The two stayed like that for a moment, just basking in the peaceful silence, until Nadia spoke up.

“So the day has just started, what do you want to do?” She looked into his eyes.

“How about my woman decides for today?” He gave his signature dimple-filled smile.

“Your woman? I like the sound of that!” She cheesed as they hugged each other tightly.

           Yeah, their relationship was hard sometimes, but being his woman, makes it all worthwhile.

[ycurkxng-a]

"Should we start lovin'? Give this a try?

You got baggage, but so do I."

[marvelousbirthdays]

January 27 - "I think I could fall madly in bed with you" Daisy/Deadpool for @kradanvers

Written by @iamartemisday

It should’ve been the perfect plan. Just go to the bar where all the crooks and drug dealers hung out, extract the target, and get back to base before dinner. If everything had gone off without a hitch, Daisy would be back at base with a bowl of ice cream, watching cheesy b-movies on her phone because that was her entire social life these days. Which was fine (no really!). Not like she needed drinking buddies when she was busy saving the world every other week.

(And those stupid Avengers still wouldn’t acknowledge their hard work. Jerks…)

Since the plan did not go off without a hitch, but rather with four or five hitches starting with Mack giving her the wrong address, Daisy was now cornered by ten suspiciously similar looking mooks. In her head, she named them all Joe. They looked like Joes.

One Joe came at her and she snapped his neck without thinking about it. The rest of the Joes took exception to their fellow’s death and bum rushed her. Daisy took a fighting stance and prepared for an excruciating battle. This would be the culmination of weeks of hard work tracking down the team’s most elusive target yet.

Meanwhile, in the bar outside of which the fight commenced, Wade Wilson was enjoying a rare day off from his busy crime fighting schedule (read: had already filled his daily kill quota before breakfast). He downed a margherita and saved the paper umbrella away for later.

“Turn around bright eeeeyes~!” He tearfully sang along to the glitchy jukebox. “Oh God, it’s like Bonnie Tyler is speaking to my soul. Boy am I glad chose this bar for a meet cute with my shipmate of the day. Speaking of which, who’s writing this?” He took out his phone and opened his trello app, skimming through the list of January ficlets. “Let’s see here… Artemis Day? But she never writes me. She’s too busy fawning over Sad Panda Barnes and Loki, God of Daddy Issues. How do I know she can do this story justice?”

The wall then collapsed into itself as Daisy shook the very foundation of the building. Six Joes were dead at her feet. The remaining three fell to their knees in the face of her awesome power. Her shirt, fists, and face were all covered in the blood of her enemies. Her teeth bared and her chest heaving, she snapped her head from one side to the other, daring foolish weaklings of the world to step up and challenge her.

“...yeah, I can work with this.” Deadpool slicked his hair back, or would’ve if he wasn’t wearing a mask. He sidled up to Daisy. “Heeeey girl, I was just thinking I could fall madly in bed with you.”

Daisy punched him between the eyes. Deadpool stumbled, but recovered instantaneously.

“Was that not good? I’ve got more. How about… did it hurt when you fell from the sky? Because you’re definitely an angel.”

Daisy punched him harder.

“So, I might have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”

Daisy punched him a third time.

“Is your face McDonald’s? Because I’m lovin’ it.”

Daisy stabbed him in the chest with a corkscrew.

“I should probably mention I’m not a bad guy, but this is kind of turning me on a little. Is that weird?”

Daisy shot him.

“How are you not dying?” She kept the gun trained on him as he shook the bullet off like a bee sting.

“Me and death don’t really hang anymore,” Deadpool shrugged. “We had a thing for a while, but it wasn’t working out. Death was kind of clingy so I had to sit death down and be like, ‘babe, this has been great, but I’m just not feeling it. I think we should see other people.’ We try to keep our distance from each other these days. It’s awkward, you know? Lot of baggage there.”

“...are you insane?”

“Sanity is relative,” Deadpool balanced on the balls of his feet, “but yes, I am very much insane.”

A random Joe Daisy had missed leaped out of the shadows with a truly pitiful excuse for a war cry. She whirled around to take him out, but Deadpool was quicker. In a flash, his katanas were out and the Joe had been sliced to ribbons. As he bled out, Deadpool put an arm around Daisy’s shoulder.

“So, now that we’ve got that out of the way, what do you say I help you out with this whole excuse plot that only serves to facilitate us meeting?”

Daisy blinked. “If you mean my mission, then sure. You seem pretty good all things considered.”

“Sweet!” Deadpool jumped up and down and clap his hands happily. “Then we can work on that falling into bed thing, what do you say?”

“We’ll see,” Daisy said, walking out of the bar ahead of him.

“I will take that as a solid maybe,” Deadpool grinned, following after her. “Good job on this one, Artemis. Oh, and happy birthday, kradanvers! Hope you have a great day.”