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phyrestartr · 1 year ago

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The Intern [2] | Miguel O'hara x M!Reader

#NSFW, Age Gap (mid 20s and mid 30s), reader's a homewrecker, Miguel's a cheater, mentions of toxic marriage, male!reader, bussy loading, porn with feelings, Miguel's a bit of a dickhead, top Miguel (for now), bottom reader (for now), blowjob, reader gets lectured and likes it, reader has daddy issues

Note: heheheheh

-- The Intern --

[ How it Started: 1/2 ] [2/2]

Miguel had to admit, he was surprised–he didn’t expect you to carry on like nothing happened.

Most people he’d fucked around with in the past, be it in school or during his tenacious dating life, would stomp their feet and quit whatever club, sport, or job they’d joined just to get close to Miguel, just to get a shot with him. He couldn’t blame them. He saw himself as a pretty good-looking guy, a smart man, one that took care of himself and could turn on the charm without even trying; he got what he wanted more often than not, and that included the people who threw themselves at him. He always wondered why they thought they’d somehow cement themselves into his life after just one night.

But then there was you. You, who still sat with Gabi when you had the time. You, who still helped her with her homework, who still listened to her long-winded rants about whatever movie she obsessed over that week, who still got the shy little thing to talk and smile and laugh. It made something weird and thick weigh down Miguel’s chest, like molasses found a way to suffocate him from the outside. Maybe you didn’t deserve to be fucked and forgotten like the rest.

And he found you there, still, on a day where Gabi was busy with a playdate at the Parker’s household. Maybe this was the best chance he’d get to talk to you again.

“Alone, huh?” Miguel asked before sitting across from you, a cup of coffee warming his hands. “Kinda sad.”

You sighed and looked out the window, filled to the brim with drama. “You’re tellin’ me. I got abandoned by a kid. This is worse than bein’ stood up, let me tell ya.”

Yikes. Was what Miguel did the same as standing you up? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to think about it too much.

"Right, right." Miguel cleared his throat and leaned in a little. "About the other night–"

"What?" You asked, looking a little too dumb for your internship spot suddenly.

"Halloween." Miguel looked at you meaningfully and your lips pursed slowly, just like the day he first saw you. Miguel gave a tight-lipped smile.

You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms. "I, uh, dunno if this is the right place to talk about that. Dunno if there is a right place to talk about that, if 'm bein' honest."

"Let's talk in my office," Miguel said, not offering room for argument or questions as he stood and started walking.

"Wh–now?"

"Yes, now."

–

Well, you were supposed to be talking, not blowing him under the desk. Thank god the department heads got their own private spaces.

One of Miguel's big hands fisted in your hair, holding back your soft locks so he could get a good look at your face as it twisted in concentration. You took him too easily for how big he was, each languid dip of your head welcoming him down your tight, hot throat until–until–

"Mierda–" Miguel pushed your head down to his base, forcing your nose flush up against his well-trimmed hair and blushing skin. You groaned and gagged as he bucked into your mouth and unloaded thick, sticky strands of cum down your throat. You swallowed around him, doing your best to take it all down.

A harsh bite from you had Miguel letting go and leaning back in his seat. He panted and rubbed his face, but his eyes snapped back to you as you took your time getting off of him. He expected you to pull off and make a mess while you snapped and scolded him, but you went slowly, not rushing.

Your tongue worked him through the aftershocks, rubbing under his length and thoughtfully tracing the thick veins and sensitive muscle still pulsing from your pampering. Miguel's fingers carded through your hair again as he watched you work; your hand slipped up and gripped his base once enough was out of your mouth to hold. You ran your tongue around him once, twice, thrice, before sucking on that thick, darkened head for much longer than necessary. Maybe you just wanted to be thorough. Maybe you just couldn't get enough of him.

"Gonna get me worked up again, 'f you keep doing shit like that," Miguel warned, something of an excited laugh fluttering through this soft panting.

You took a second to swallow (Oh, God, you were torturing him) before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "Do you want me to get you all worked up again, Doc?"

That pesky hand around his shaft tightened before stroking him firmly and fully. Miguel sighed and melted into his chair. He could probably let you pamper him for hours, if his sex drive were to be trusted. Maybe he could–

"Kidding," you said with a mean wink. You kissed the tip of his cock before letting go and parking your ass on his desk. "So. About Halloween?"

Miguel blinked away the whiplash and scrambled to tuck himself away. "I, uh–yeah. Halloween." He nodded to himself in thought, definitely remembering what he wanted to discuss.

You stared at him, so expectant, before leaning in and resting your elbows on your knees. "N'awe, did I suck the brain cells right outta your pretty head, Doc?" You fake pouted, and Miguel scowled.

And he blushed. Just a little. "I just–I was just–y'know what? Maybe you deserved it."

"Pft. I deserved what?" You asked, leaning back onto your palms then. “Bein’ hit then quit?”

Miguel frowned. His brows drew together and his jaw set uncomfortably while he looked away. It seemed to make you a little uncomfortable by the way you moved to reach toward him before deciding against it. Your hand combed through your hair instead and you sighed, surrendering.

“Look, I–if I seriously expected the royal treatment from a guy totin’ a wedding band on his pretty lil’ finger, I’d be a shockin’ moron, alright?" You sighed and rubbed your face with both hands. "I mean--it's just s'pposed to be sex, man. Sex ain't complicated like that."

Miguel narrowed his eyes at you. "I’m–what are you–sex is complicated." His palms landed on your thighs as he leaned in. “You don’t actually think–”

"Sex is busting and moving on with life,” You interrupted sharply. You grew tense for a moment, but forced a relaxed laugh. “I'm kinda surprised you didn't get me fired, if I'm being real."

The realization hit Miguel fast and hard, knocking the goddamn wind out of his stupid lungs--you were the type of guy left in the dust, the sort that shit heads like Miguel hit and quit, fucked and forgot. The sorry dregs of an exciting sex life filled with names he didn't care about and some he couldn't bother to remember. But Miguel knew your name. But did that even matter to you?

"But, uh…I should get goin', so. Yeah. Good talk." You made your move to shuffle off the desk, but Miguel's hands on your thighs didn't budge. "Oy, I gotta go, old man. You hard of hearing already? Should I call the nursing home or–"

"Santa Muerte, do you ever stop talking?" Miguel sighed and shook his head. "I haven't said my piece yet, kid."

You pursed your lips, probably holding back some cursed joke about giving him a blowie, and nodded. "Okay. Say your piece."

"I will. And you're gonna shut up while I talk, got it?"

"Got it."

"Good." Miguel took a deep breath to calm the storm in his chest. "First of all, you've got the wrong idea about sex. It matters. Even if you're just sleeping around, it's because you're looking for that connection. It's a good thing. A beautiful thing. So, I don't want to hear you say all this shit about sex not mattering. Especially when you're talking about sex with me." He looked you up and down, and the fond feeling curled up his chest stretched and lazed like a cat sunbathing. "Got it?"

You nodded, a vibrant dusting of red saturating your skin. That doe-eyed look was back on your face, just like the first time you'd hooked up with him in his office. He really did adore it. He maybe kinda adored you.

"Good." He fidgeted with your slacks, pulling on the crisp material with busy fingers as he thought about sentence structure and syntax and connotation and–and–

Just say it, Miguel. "I shouldn't have left you on Halloween."

You laughed shyly. "I--what?" He watched you rub your cheek like you were trying to rid yourself of the scarlet blush staining your skin. Miguel had to admit, your reactions were doing wonders for his ego.

"I said," He started, leaning in a little, lowering his voice. "I shouldn't have left you on Halloween." After a pause, a beat to get you to say something, he continued, "I'm sorry, alright? It's not happening again."

Another laugh (more like a giggle) bubbled out of you, just as nervous and shy as the last. Your hands fussed with your hair and your tie, your lab coat and your cuffs, until your nerves calmed a bit, the slow circles rubbed into your thighs helping to ease you down from hysteria. It was embarrassing. You were embarrassed. But you were happy.

"Y-yeah, alright. Cool. Neat." You coughed. "Awesome. Uh, I just–you–I have to–" and you leaned down, almost tumbling off the desk, and kissed him.

Miguel hummed deep in his chest–a heartfelt welcome to your needs and wants. His chair shifted slightly as you haphazardly slipped off the desk and into his lap, expertly never breaking the kiss, and getting comfortable; your arms looped around his shoulders, your hands fisted and carded through his hair, your thighs rested on either side of his slim waist.

“You’re shockin’ hot when you’re bein’ nice t’ me,” you mumbled against his lips, maybe a bit into his mouth. “But in that, y’know, authoritative dad kinda way.” Your breath stuttered when a mischievous hand slipped into your slacks and cupped your toned ass with a firm squeeze.

Miguel smirked. “Daddy issues, huh?” Your small scoff and the firm tug of his hair answered him. His smirk warped into a grin. “Want me to scold you more, huh? You get off on that?”

“You keep talkin’ shit and I’m calling you papi in public, dickhead,” you mumbled as you fumbled with the zipper of his pants. You paused though, and looked up in thought. “But you could help me with my taxes. That’d be really sexy of you.”

Miguel blinked stupidly for a moment before chuckling and shaking his head. “Why am I not surprised you’re shit at taxes?” God, you were cute.

“Hey, hey, I’m not shit at them, I just hate them.” You shrugged before very casually slipping his hard-on out of his pants and giving it a few preparatory strokes. “Could use some tips.”

“Or an accountant,” Miguel offered. It was your turn to blink dumbly. “You think I handle my own money? I pay someone to do it.”

“Huh. You’re seriously in a different tax bracket.” You squeaked when Miguel somehow managed to rip down your slacks down to your mid-thigh. “Hey–”

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He helped the pants off of you while you half-stood to get the damn things off, letting them hang off one leg in your haste to get the party started. “And I’ll get my accountant to take care of your taxes.”

That had you beaming. “I think we’re entering sugar daddy territory, Doc.” You grinned between the sweet kisses you dotted along his jawline. Miguel felt the barest scraping of teeth against his skin, and his cock swelled more. What he wouldn’t give to let you bite and marr him as you wanted.

But he couldn’t, not with Dana’s skeptical eyes and Gabi’s naive glances watching him from every angle.

“It’s our little secret,” Miguel whispered with a kiss left against your cheek.

Your lips found his again, letting your impish smile sear his skin with sanguine intent, like a contract signed with the devil.

Miguel would do anything to keep extending that contract.

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javierpena-inatacvest · 1 year ago

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Chapter 7: School's Out For Summer

Summary: Even though it's your first day of summer vacation, you're up early with a very worthwhile way to wake Javi up before he goes into work. While you enjoy your first day of freedom after the school year has ended, Javi runs in to trouble at the Peña ranch that could prevent him from seeing you.

Word Count: 9.1K (This was another one that was supposed to only be one chapter, but if I didn't break it up this chapter would have been 20K words long, yikes)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (do better that these two), oral (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise, teasing (if you squint), mentions of food/eating (Javi being the hungriest man alive), allusions to some tense family dynamics, Javi in a suit AND Javi being a hot sweaty man working on the Peña ranch, Chucho being the GOAT once again, Javi and reader being so head over heels for each other it makes me sick (literally because I wrote the majority of this while I had COVID)

A/N: I seriously cannot tell you how much it means to me that so many of you have liked, reblogged, commented, and are invested in this story 🥺 UGH, thank you so much! Okay, anyways, Osita (reader) was supposed to meet Chucho and visit the ranch this chapter, but these two idiots are so in love that I blinked and I was almost at 10K words writing about how cute they are.

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Sunlight spilled through the crack of your window’s curtains. No matter how hard you tried, you had always been terrible at sleeping in. As a kid, you were always the first one up, never wanting to miss out on whatever was going on. As an adult, sleeping in made you feel like you were missing out on things that were more important than sleep. Today, you had woken up this morning excited, almost giddy over the broad figure in your bed next to you. Javi’s muscular arms outstretched over his head, sheets covering his waist, his stomach pressed into the bed, brown curls messy and untamed from his slumber. While it wasn’t the first time you had slept in the same bed together, it was the first time you had woken up next to him, taking in all of his beautiful features as he snored softly into his pillow. Javi had told you not to worry about waking up before he went into work, but there were two things you did know for sure- First, you absolutely were going to, not wanting to miss out on a single moment spent with him, and second, you wanted to wake him up in a way you had a feeling both of you would very much enjoy.

Nestling in closer to him, Javi, half asleep, turned over on his side, reaching his arm around you and pulling you in tighter. Laying chest to chest, you ran your fingertips up and down his arms, making your way up to his head, gently running your hands through his thick locks. You kissed his chest as Javi began rubbing his hands along your back, slowly becoming more conscious, waking from his slumber.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You whispered playfully over Javi’s tired grumbles.

“Good morning.” His voice still low and raspy from sleep. “It’s early baby, you don’t have to be up, I’m the one that has to go into work, remember?”

“I know. But I wanted to make sure I was up when you were.” You said, slowly kissing your way up his neck and around his jaw. “Wanted to make sure that I could say good morning properly since I didn’t get to the last time you slept over.” Your kisses now making their way back down his body, your hand sliding down his bare chest. You could already feel him half hard against your leg as he turned over on his back, shifting you to straddle his lap. Leaning over him, you kissed around the V of his stomach, your hands running up and down his thighs, getting closer and closer to cock.

“Fuck, baby.” He horsley whispered, tilting his head back against the pillow. You planted kisses up his length before wrapping your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly, you lowered your mouth down around the rest of him, hollowing out your cheeks, before pulling your head back up and letting your spit drip down onto his dick, pumping your hand along his length.

“You still mad that I didn’t sleep in?” Smirking at Javi’s blissed out face, his jaw hanging open as he tilted his head up to look at you.

“Fuck, Hermosa, I-" A low moan cut off the end of his sentence as you lowered your head back down, hands wrapping around his base. Your head bobbed up and down, hands twisting over the parts your mouth couldn’t reach. You began to increase your pace, Javi gently grabbing your hair from the base of your head, slightly tugging it with each movement of your head, a mix of Spanish and English expletives flowing from his mouth.

“Baby, fuckkkk.” He groaned, his eyes fixated on you as he watched as you skillfully worked your way up and down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper down your throat.

Fuck, did he taste good, but with his size, you needed to take your mouth off him for a moment, using your tongue to lick from his base to tip, your hands still rubbing up and down him. You did this a few more times, making him audibly whine. You now understood why Javi enjoyed getting you off so much, the high that you were riding knowing how good you were making him feel was unmatched.

“Osita, baby, fuck.” You could tell from the way his body was shifting under you, that he was desperate for your mouth to be back on him. With roles reversed, you felt it was only fair to tease him a little.

“What? Use your words, handsome.” You winked at him, only making him moan louder.

“Jesus Christ, dirty fuckin’ girl. Fuck baby, you suck my dick so fucking well. Wanna come in down your throat, fill you full of me.”

You bent back over him, your lips sucking over his tip before you released with a pop. “What’s the magic word, Javi?” You couldn’t lie, you were absolutely enjoying how Javi was absolutely melting under you.

“Please, baby.” He was practically panting at this point.

With that, you took him down your throat again, moving faster and sloppier with each stroke. You were so turned on, you could feel the slick between your thighs, rubbing them together to try and ease the ache between your legs. You looked up at him, wrecked as you sucked his length over and over.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck, I’m almost there. God, you’re so fucking perfect sucking my dick like that, fuck me, I’m-“

You felt his release hit your tongue as he tugged tighter on your hair, groaning deeply as he came in your mouth. You felt his cock pulse, feeling his sweet and salty spend hit the back of your throat, as you waited for him to finish. Once you knew he was done, you slowly let him slip out of your mouth, swallowing his release, as the Adam’s Apple of his throat bobbed watching you.

“You awake now?” You giggled at Javi, his jaw still slack as his hands ran over his face.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Osita. Fuck me, you’re too fucking good at that.” His breath still heavy and shaky.

“Makes it easier when you’re sucking the world’s most gorgeous dick.” You smirked as you shrugged your shoulders.

“Come here.” He grabbed your hips and pulled you off of his lap back down next to him in the bed, peppering you with ticklish kisses across your body, making you giggle and squirm. You playfully swatted at him before he cupped your face, pulling you in for a long, deep kiss. “Couldn’t have asked for a better way to wake up.” He grinned at you. He ran his hands up and down your thigh, grazing their way closer and closer to your heat, already dripping from just a few minutes ago. “My turn now.” He winked as his hands gripped into the meat of your legs.

“No, I cannot be the reason you’re late for work, Agent Peña. Plus, I still need to make you breakfast, and you still need to shower. I’m allowed to get you off without needing anything in return.”

“Fuck that. I know something that I can eat for breakfast right now.”

“You are not making this any easier on me!” You jokingly shoved him. “You and I both know that if you don’t eat, the rumbling in your stomach is loud enough to set off seismic wave detectors for an earthquake, and while I am flattered by your offer, I don’t think my pussy has enough nutritional value to get you through lunch time without eating.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Fine. If I shower and eat fast enough and still have time, then can I take care of you?”

“Well as long as you’re not gonna give yourself a cramp from trying to eat too fast, then I’m not gonna say no. What do you want for breakfast? I have eggs, cereal, oatmeal, waffles-“

“Eggs would be great.”

“Perfect. Now go get your sexy butt in the shower so you can make good on your offer.” You pecked him on the lips as you shuffled yourself out of the covers. Still naked from the night before, you went over to your dresser to pull out a t-shirt to slip on, when you realized several unfamiliar items in your drawer.

“What’s this?” You said, trying to contain your smile as you held up a large, heather gray shirt with a worn Texas A&M logo in the upper right hand corner.

“I uh, I brought some shirts over for you to wear, um, if you want to. Figured they were probably more comfortable than my button down ones.” Javi ran his hand over the back of his neck, hoping putting some of his old shirts in your drawer last night after he brought up his bag wasn’t too forward.

You lifted up your arms to shimmy it over you, laughing as you turned to look at yourself in the mirror, drowning in his shirt. The soft, worn fabric and Javi’s scent hugged your body, a pink flush filling your cheeks as you turned back around to look at him. “Thank you. It is very comfy.” You bit down on your lip to try and not look like a total fool with how excited you were to have his shirts in your drawer.

Javi took a long exhale out, trying to keep his jaw from hanging open. It didn’t take long for him to recognize that seeing you in his clothes was one of his new favorite sights, especially when you first put them on after wearing nothing. “Of course. They look a lot better on you than they do on me anyways.”

“I find that hard to believe. Okay, ugh, stop being all cute and go shower so I can make you breakfast!” Javi threw the covers off him, stepping towards you and wrapping his hands around your waist as he leaned in to kiss you.

“Fine. I’ll shower fast, okay?” His sweet brown eyes had you melting like a popsicle on a hot day.

“Okay. I mean, take as much time as you need, but if you end up being fast enough, I’m not gonna be mad about it.” He freed a hand from around your waist to give you a quick smack on your ass before kissing you on the head and making his way into the bathroom. After you heard the door click shut behind him, you held your hands in your face, letting out a little silent squeal, your face grinning from ear to ear. Just when you thought you couldn’t have it worse for Javier Peña, he’d found a way to outdo himself again.

With Javi in the shower, you made your way to the kitchen, collecting all of your ingredients and starting a pot of coffee. While you waited for your pan to heat up, you headed over to the shelf under your TV, looking for music to put on while you cooked. Not finding any albums you liked, you shuffled through your CD mixes, pulling out one titled “Chill Out, Bear Cub” lovingly scribbled on the shiny surface of the disc by one of your brothers. Thankful for their love of music and computer new enough to make you mixes before you left Chicago, you put the CD into your stereo, turning up the volume just loud enough for you to hear in the kitchen. The CD started off Blackbird by the Beatles, you singing along softly as you began cracking the eggs into your pan and popping slices of bread into the toaster. You couldn’t hear the water in the shower turn off over the sound of breakfast sizzling and your voice singing along to the next song on the mix. As Javi opened the door, he peeked his head down the hallway, hearing the faint sound of music travel to the bathroom. Quickly running his towel over his damp curls and smiling to himself, Javi made his way back to the bedroom to change before joining you for breakfast.

With breakfast done and waiting for the two of you on the kitchen table, you took a few more swigs of your coffee as you began throwing your dishes into the sink to clean them as you waited for Javi. As the next track on the CD changed to Rocket Man by Elton John, you were lost in your own world, swaying your hips and beginning to scrub the remains of your breakfast off the pans and plates you were using. Your kitchen sink faced the wall with a small window above it, the sunlight beaming in through the glass. With your back to the hallway Javi was now walking down, you were completely oblivious to his presence behind you in the kitchen. Crossing his hands over his chest, he leaned into the wall across from you, taking in every inch of you. Your bare feet tapping on your worn kitchen mat, hips rocking back and forth under his shirt as you belted out the chorus of the song.

“And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time, until touch down brings me ‘round again to find. I’m not the man they think I am at home, oh no, no, noooooo. I’m a rocket mannnnnn, burning out his fuse up here alone.”

Javi stood there silently, tears welling behind his eyes as he listened to you sing each word. For so long, Javi had come to accept he was just like the rocket man in the song. He was alone, unwilling to come to grips with the man he had become after he had returned home from Colombia. He was burnt out. Tired. He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t a good person. He wasn’t the man everyone had made him out to be. And then, he met you. You brought him back down to earth, your warmth and kindness filling the empty space he so desperately craved. You wanted him for the man that he was. He wanted you forever, for you to always be the one who pulled him back into orbit. He wasn’t alone out in space anymore.

He quickly tried to wipe the tears from his eyes as he snuck up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and kissing your shoulder. You let out a little gasp and jumped, so distracted by your singing and cleaning, you hadn’t even heard Javi behind you. You felt your face turn blush, realizing you probably had gotten a little carried away with your singing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be that loud, probably was a little much.” You huffed as you leaned your head into Javi’s back.

“Not at all, Osita. I love hearing you sing. My mom used to sing around the house all the time. It was one of my favorite things to listen to as a kid. It makes me happy hearing you.” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of his comparison. It made you so happy to know he was comfortable talking about his mom around you, knowing all too well how painful it could be to bring up memories of someone you had lost.

“I’m guessing your mom had a much better voice than I do. My guess is that she probably wasn’t serenading you with Elton John at 7:00 AM either.”

“You have a very pretty voice, but no, she did not. It is a good song, though.” He chuckled, giving you a squeeze.

You paused before letting the next sentence slip out of your mouth. “The song reminds me of my brother, Patrick.”

Javi had heard you talk about your other two brothers, Charlie and David but he had never heard you talk about Patrick. He could immediately sense the change in your demeanor compared to when you spoke about your other siblings.

Before he could ask anything else, you immediately shifted around to face him, easily changing topics based on Javi’s post-shower appearance.

“Well that isn’t very fair.” Your mouth agape at how ridiculously attractive Javi looked done up for work. He had on a dark gray suit with a white dress shirt underneath and a blue and yellow striped tie around his neck. The way his suit jacket stretched around his back and shoulders made you want to scream at how broad he looked. The scent of his sweet and spicy cologne was fresh, the smell dancing around your nose as you pulled yourself closer to him. You had just convinced Javi that he needed to go get ready for work, but with the way he looked, you were ready to undress him and make him late.

“What’s not fair, Osita?”

“That you are literally the most handsome man on the face of the Earth. Do you realize how hot you are? Like seriously. Wow. Well if you didn’t, then this is me telling you that you are fucking hot.”

He laughed as you gushed over him. “I don’t know about that, but thank you, hermosa.”

“How do you say my boyfriend is the most beautiful man in the whole world in Spanish?”

“Mi novio es el hombre mas guapo en el todo mundo.” He laughed.

“Perfect. Then mi novio es el hombre mas guapo in el todo mundo.” You reached up on your tiptoes to kiss him, pressing your hands against his chest. “Tús huevos are ready, mi novio guapo. You ready to eat?”

“You’re very sweet, Osita. Yes, I am.”

Even if Javi wasn’t on a mission to get you off before he left for work, you were convinced this man was the fastest eater you had ever met. From the way you had watched him eat every meal, including an impressive amount of popcorn, you would have thought every meal was the first he’d had in days.

“I’m not going to resuscitate you if you choke on your eggs from eating so fast. Have you even breathed once?” You laughed at Javi’s almost clear plate.

“Baby, those eggs were so good. You are a really good cook.”

“Well considering your practically clear plate, I kind of assumed they were okay. All I did was make breakfast. I can cook more than eggs and Mac and cheese, but I appreciate the compliment.” You smiled as you took a bite of your toast. “I packed you a lunch, too. You obviously don’t have to eat it if you don’t want it, but I figured I’d make you one, just in case.”

“I wake up to getting my dick sucked, you making me breakfast and packing my lunch? Jesus, I’m a fucking lucky man. Thank you, Osita.”

You blushed, taking a few more bites of your eggs as music softly played in the background, the sunrise now seeping through the windows of your apartment. Coffee in hand and plates picked clean, you couldn’t help but relish in the sweet and simple domesticity of the moment. Spending your morning together, eating breakfast, helping him get ready for work- all things that most people would consider mundane on a day to day basis, and truth be told, it was. And that’s what made it so beautiful. Something so ordinary was so perfect. Something deep inside you that made you yearn for a million more days of perfectly ordinary mornings with him.

“I could say the same. Do you need help with anything else before you go to work?” You leaned back against your chair.

“Nope.”

“You sure?”

“Mmhhmm.”

“How much longer do you have until you have to leave?” You both smirked at each other.

“I don’t know, it depends.”

“Depends on what, Javi?” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

Scootching back out of his spot and making his way around the table, he rested his arms on the back of your chair, hovering over your body. “Depends on how many times you want me to make you come before I go.”

He pulled you up to stand, your hands grasping at the lapels of his suit jacket as your mouths clashed together, moans escaping from both of your mouths. You walked your way over to your couch, your bodies intertwined with each other as Javi had you sit on the cushion as he knelt down in front of you. He slowly parted your legs, his hands running up and down them, revealing the slick pooling between your legs and covering your thighs from the lack of underwear you put on this morning. His fingers spread open your sex, collecting your arousal before tracing around your clit.

“You’re fucking perfect, Osita. Everything about you. Fuck, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” You moaned as he bent down, his face meeting your heat, taking a long, broad lick before his eyes met yours. “Such a good fucking girl for me. If I didn’t have to go into work, I swear to god, I’d spend all day in between your legs eating this sweet fucking pussy.”

You’d never met a man so willing to go down on you, let alone blow your fucking mind every time he did. Not that you were complaining.

He dipped his head back in, the width of his tongue pressing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, licking up and down your heat. Your bottom half squirmed, desperately craving his fingers inside you. You could feel the light huff of his laughter breath against your pussy, already reading you like a book, knowing exactly what you needed. He sunk one, then both fingers in, making you whimper as his mouth continued to suck and twirl against your clit. One of your hands gripped around the fabric of the couch, the other gripping the dark locks of Javi’s hair, tugging on the ends with each pulse of his fingers.

“Fuck Javi, you make me feel so good, holy shit.” You whined over the wet sounds of his sucking and fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. The way he curved up into you had your hips bucking into his face, making his free arm drape over your hips, pressing you back down into the couch. You could feel yourself begin to clench tighter and tighter around his hand, the feeling of him close to sending you over the edge. He popped his head up to smirk at your wrecked face, his digits speeding up their thrusts inside you.

“I know you’re close, hermosa. So tight around my fingers. Let go baby. Dámelo.” (Give it to me). His sweet brown eyes met yours before he dipped his head back down, sucking over your clit with intensity as you threw your head back, moaning in pleasure.

“Javi, Javi, fuck, oh my god. I’m gonna come, I’m gonnaahhhhh-“

You could feel yourself gush around his fingers as your orgasm ran through your body, making your legs shake and leaving you speechless. Javi slowed his pace as you came down from your release, shaking his head in satisfaction from your blissed out high. “My good girl. Always so fucking pretty when you come.” He cooed as he came up to kiss you, his face still covered in your slick. “You think you can give me another one before I go?”

You frantically nodded your head, breathing still labored. “Holy shit, yes.”

He let his fingers rest inside you a few more moments, feeling the clench of your cunt release around him. He began to kiss his way down your body, admiring how his shirt fell around your curves. He traveled further down your body before pausing for a moment, pulling out his fingers, you whimpering at the loss.

“Then you choose, baby. One more time with my mouth or one more time with my dick.”

“Fuck, Javi. I want you to put it in me, I want you to fuck me so bad.”

He leaned down to kiss you with a smirk. “I had a feeling, Osita. Turn around, baby.” With that, he helped to lift your hips, turning you around so your elbows were on the couch, ass in the air. As he stood behind you, he took his foot to slowly spread your legs a little wider, your pussy practically dripping at this point. Behind you, you heard the clinking of his belt buckle and the sound of his pants dropping around his ankles, followed by his low groan as he ran his length through your folds, collecting your slick. He slowly lined himself up with your entrance. “You ready for me, pretty girl?”

“Mmmhhmmm. Please baby, I need you so bad.” You whined.

With that, he slipped himself in you, taking a few seconds to let you adjust to him before bottoming out. The stretch of him inside you felt so sweet every time, like he was made to be in you. It didn’t take long for him to begin increasing his pace, his cock filling every inch of you so deliciously with each thrust. His fingertips dug into your hips, pulling you deeper on him with each stroke, while your fingers dug deeper into the fabric of the couch cushions.

Javi was shocked at himself to feel how close he already was to finishing. Was it the image of seeing you, bent over with his shirt draping down the sides of your body? The mental picture of you from earlier this morning, waking him up by giving him the best blowjob he’d ever had? The fact that you woke up early on your first day of summer vacation to make him breakfast and lunch and simply just to spend time with him? That you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and there was no one else he could ever imagine spending his mornings like this with if it wasn’t you? It was taking every ounce of strength for him to not bust right then and there.

“Touch yourself, Osita. Not gonna last much longer. So wet and tight for me baby, fuck. Feels so fucking good.” He gritted through his teeth, gripping tighter into your hips with each thrust.

Propping yourself up on one arm, the other reached between your legs, rubbing your clit as Javi continued to snap into you, hitting the sweet spot inside of you that had you closer and closer to your end. “Come on, hermosa. Gonna be a good girl and give me one more? Soak my dick before I fuck you full of me?”

You were unable to answer as you felt the coil in your belly snap, your legs shaking as pleasure flowed through your body. The sounds of his name falling from your mouth as you came had him chasing his own end, each stroke becoming more frantic and loose.

“Come inside me Javi. Fuck, I want you to fill me up.” Your words barely coherent as you rode your pleasure filled high.

He was convinced those words would never get old. With only a few more pumps, Javi groaned as felt himself spill inside of you, his cock pulsing with his release. Breathing heavily, he slumped his body over yours before coming to. He pulled himself out of you, gasping at the emptiness, the mix of you and him trailing down your thighs. You could feel Javi’s fingers slide their way up your legs, collecting the slick before circling around your entrance and pushing the remains back into you and placing a kiss on one of your ass cheeks.

“Fuck, Osita. So fucking good, I swear I’ll never get over this.” He helped pull you up to stand before grabbing both sides of your face to pull you into a deep, long kiss.

“Eh, I don’t know, it’s fine, I guess, could take it or leave it.” You remarked sarcastically, laughing as Javi rolled his eyes.

“Pendejo.”

“I know what that one means, jerk.” You giggled. “You know you love it.” You tried to convince yourself you hadn’t used that word on purpose, but there was no use in lying to yourself.

He did love it. He loved all of it. All of you. His heart wanted to scream it, and his brain gripped on to those 4 letters so tightly to keep them from falling off his lips. The best he could do was to cup your face, tenderly kissing you, his lips lingering on yours for as long as they could.

“Fuck, I don’t want to go to work.”

“I don’t want you to either, but I don’t think your office accepts I’m not coming in today because I wanna hangout with my girlfriend as a valid excuse. And as much as I don’t want you to, they probably also want you to put your pants back on before going into the workplace.” You laughed at his slacks and boxers still draped over his ankles.

“Fair enough.” He chuckled, pulling his pants back up, fastening the belt buckle and tucking in his shirt.

“Once I see you again this weekend, you can keep your pants off all you want and I won’t complain one bit.” You winked at him before giving him a peck on the lips and walking over to the kitchen to grab his lunch and hand it off to him.

“Thanks, Osita.”

“Of course. Have a good day at work today, okay? I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” You both began to reluctantly make your way to the door.

“Me either. You have a good day too, enjoy your first day of summer break.”

“Oh believe me, I will. I am not jealous of you at all today.” You both laughed as you leaned up against your doorway, savoring every second before you said goodbye, trying to think of ways to get him to stay just a little longer. “Well... I know last time you were here I said there was a 3 kiss minimum to obtain your pants, there’s actually now a 4 kiss minimum to leave my apartment if I’m not going with you.”

“Oh really? Well in that case…” he reached his arm around your hip, pulling him close to his chest.

“One.” He kissed the top of your head

“Two.” He leaned down lower to kiss your cheek.

“Three.” Now even lower, he planted a long, wet kiss on your neck, a mix of moans and laughter as his mustache scratched beneath your chin.

“Four.” His lips meeting yours, his free hand now making its way behind your head to pull you in closer as you placed your hands on his chest, grasping at his tie.

“You know what, on second thought I don’t think your office will care if you show up today.” You whispered playfully, you both letting out small huffs of laughter.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Bye Javi.”

“Bye Osita.” With one last peck on the lips, he twisted open the knob, opening the door and grabbing his lunch off the entryway shelf. As he made his way through the door, you watched as his broad figure strolled down your hallway, his shoulders stretching the width of his suit jacket. Before the door closed, you caught one last glimpse, Javi’s sweet brown eyes meeting yours as he had turned around to see you one last time. With a soft smile and wave, the door came to a close, followed by a soft click of your lock. Although you couldn’t say it out loud, you knew that you wanted every morning for the rest of your life to start just like this.

As Javi pulled up to the Sheriff’s Department, Queen still playing in the background from last night’s music choice, he let out a deep sigh before twisting the keys in his ignition, turning off his truck’s engine. Looking over at his passenger seat, he wished you were there, sitting next to him, smiling, hair blowing in the wind while you sang along to whatever song was on the radio. Instead, he’d have to settle for the brown paper lunch bag sitting in your place, still making him grin as he read the front labeled “Javi :)”. Gathering the rest of his things from his car, Javi strutted into the office, pace slightly quickened realizing he was close to 20 minutes late from his normal arrival time. He would have loved nothing more than to quietly slip past his co-workers with a few polite smiles, uninterrupted as he went to work at his desk for the day. Knowing the two buffoons stationed right outside his doorway, he braced himself for the inevitable, coming to grips with the fact the latter thought was definitely not a choice.

“Heyyyy, look Carter, there he is!” Detective Miller grinned leaning back in his chair, slapping his partner on the shoulder to get his attention. “We were worried about you, Peña. Thought the date went so well you tried to play hooky today.” The two snickered at each other.

Javi fucking wished he had.

“Soooooo… How’d it go?” Carter pried, his voice sweet and sing-songy.

Javi sighed, resting his hand on his hip. He didn’t want to give into their antics, but figured it was easier than facing their questioning the rest of the day. “It went really well.”

“That’s all you're gonna give us?” Miller whined, desperate for more information. “C’mon man, you gotta give us at least a little more than that.”

“We went to dinner and a movie. Saw that new dinosaur one that just came out.”

“Oh shit, was it good? I’ve been wanting to see that one, all my buddies said that-”

“Carter, you idiot. We’re not here to learn about the fucking dinosaur movie.” Miller groaned, shaking his head. “Where’d you go out to eat?”

Fuck, Javi knew they were going to love this.

“We were supposed to go to Andiamaos on Main.” He huffed, hoping the two in front of him would miss the first part of his sentence.

“Damn, Peña, that place is nice! Wait. Whadda mean, supposed to?” Carter’s brow scrunched.

Running his hand over his face, more than embarrassed, Javi replied. “I fucked up and made reservations on the wrong day. Restaurant was booked so we ended up going out to eat at a diner close by.”

“She didn’t care?”

“No.”

“She wasn’t mad? Not even a little?”

Javi shook his head no, still shocked by the fact that you weren’t.

“Shit. She must really like you, Peña.” Miller smirked before peering to the side of his desk to see the crinkled paper lunch bag Javi was gripping. “You labeling your lunches now? Cute.” He joked, noticing the neat handwriting and smiley face written on the bag, clearly knowing Javi wasn’t the one who wrote it.

“Fuck off, Miller.” Javi rolled his eyes before making his way towards his office. “Report better be on Morris’s desk before I go talk to him this morning.” He remarked, not even turning his head as he shut the door behind him.

“Fuck me.” Miller whispered under his breath, scrambling to gather handfuls of papers and shoving them in a manilla folder.

“Wait, why was Peña labeling his lunch?” Carter asked, oblivious to Miller’s sarcastic jab.

“He didn’t write it, his girl did, dumbass. Now help me finish this report and get it on Morris’s desk before Peña finds out and has another reason to kick our teeth in.”

Despite the lack of Javi’s presence, you couldn’t have been more ready for your first day of summer break. After he had left, you had spent the morning doing some chores around the house, making a shopping list for some errands you had to run, and taking a long, very hot shower, not having to worry about accommodating Javi’s temperature preferences. As you got ready for the day, you sorted through the other t-shirts Javi had left behind for you in your drawer, including a navy blue one with a yellow DEA logo imprinted on the corner, an army green one, and another Texas A&M one, this one maroon with white block letters printed across the front. You slid on the red shirt, the soft cotton shimmying down your skin as you inhaled the sweet scent of him left behind on the fabric. You matched the shirt with a pair of denim shorts, throwing your hair up into a clip before heading out the door.

One of your favorite perks of being on break was being able to run your errands on weekdays, not having to fight the crowd of usual weekend shoppers. You were able to avoid a long line at the post office to wrap and mail your niece Olivia’s birthday gift, stop at Macy’s to make some returns you had been putting off, as well as buying two extra sets of sheets to keep in your now frequently washed rotation, and finish your grocery shopping in a practically empty store. You laughed to yourself as you walked through the produce section, hoping that Javi would get a kick out of the bag of baby carrots you had purposely packed for his lunch, knowing just how much he hated them.

As hard as it was for you to sit around and do nothing, after unpacking your groceries and letting yourself sit down on the couch, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to let yourself have one day of lounging and watching TV guilt free to celebrate the start of your summer. Curling up in your favorite blanket, nestled yourself into the couch to watch the start of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, a first day of summer tradition your mom had started for you and your brothers as kids after she had read the book to you. A melancholy feeling flooded over you as the opening credits began to play. While it hadn’t been the first time you had watched the movie without your brothers, it was the first time you had watched it, halfway across the country, thousands of miles away from your family. You loved Texas. You were happy with your move, and didn’t regret your decision. Yet, there was still a twinge of sadness every time you thought of Chicago, missing your family and regretting the terms you had left on before you packed up your things and drove about as far away as you physically could.

Sure, you had left Chicago because of Paul. He was an asshole. He broke your heart and couldn’t have given a shit about it. But the cheating felt like nothing compared to how he handled what happened between you and your brother, Patrick. That- that was the real straw that broke the camel’s back. Patrick had been lingering in the back of your mind all day, especially after that stupid song came on your CD mix this morning. You hadn’t even wanted to bring him up to Javi, the words honestly had just slipped out of your mouth as Rocket Man played in the background. Patrick was the reason that stupid “Chicago” box sat in the corner of your living room, because you couldn’t bear to face the reality of what it meant to unpack it. It was also something you had no need to unpack on Javi any time in the near future, kicking yourself for even bringing him up this morning. You sniffled as you felt the tears well in your eyes, wishing right now, you could just forget. Wishing you could hug your parents and your brothers and tell them how much you missed them, tell them how sorry you were that when it mattered the most, you ran away. Wishing that Javi was there to wrap you in his arms and just let you cry, telling you that it would be okay, his presence grounding you back down to earth. But right now, those were all just wishes, and wishing wasn’t going to change anything.

For the sake of tradition, you let the film play in the background as you got up from the couch to find anything to distract yourself from letting a stupid movie about a chocolate bar completely ruin your night. Rummaging through the kitchen, you collected ingredients to bake chocolate chip cookies. Honestly more than anything you made them so you could eat spoonfuls of cookie dough as a substitute for dinner, but also because you had a very strong feeling given Javi’s appetite, he would definitely eat some when you saw him tomorrow. The baking made you feel a little better, smiling to yourself, thinking of how Javi would tell you he only wanted one cookie, to soon find the majority of them disappeared. After the movie had finished, you found some more joy in watching the Stanley Cup finals, even though it pained you to watch the Red Wings absolutely destroy the Flyers.

As the game came to an end and things had been cleaned up in the kitchen, you got yourself ready for bed, curling yourself into your comforter. The smell of Javi still lingered on your pillow as you nestled your face against it, desperately wishing his body was there, next to you. Slowly drifting off to sleep, you imagined being wrapped up against him, your back to his chest, arms draped around you, comforting you into a deep and peaceful slumber.

When Javi arrived home after work, he was a man on a mission. This weekend, he, his dad and some of the ranch hands on the farm needed to build a new fence before the Peña ranch obtained new lambs to add to their flock of sheep on Monday. As much as he would have loved to have gone right back to your apartment after work, he had promised his dad he would help with the task, knowing it was a big project on a tight schedule. Javi was no stranger to farm chores, and from the time he was very little, he had learned that work always came before play. As a kid, finishing a task quickly would have meant more time to ride his bike or play with toys, but now, he knew the sooner he finished, the sooner he saw you.

As soon as he was through the door, Javi was stripping himself of his suit and replacing it with his work clothes and shoving half a leftover cold taco into his mouth before heading out to the pasture to start moving the new fencing to its rightful position. Javi was so focused that he hadn’t even heard his dad sneak up behind him as he was moving one of the fencing posts.

“Someone’s excited to build a fence, huh Hijo?” Chucho chuckled at Javi’s pace hauling the wooden beams back and forth, watching him scramble to grasp the post he was holding before his dad had scared him.

“Jesus Christ, Pops, scared the shit out of me.” Javi breathed heavily before setting down the beam and wiping his brow, now covered in sweat.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work so fast, Javier. Not even when you were un niñito (little boy) and I promised you el helado (ice cream) after we were done.” He laughed again to himself as Javi rolled his eyes, trying to fight off any impending embarrassment. “The sun is almost down, no use in trying to build a fence in the dark. I promise we’ll be done in enough time for you to see her again before the weekend is over.”

“Oh um, well, I, uh-” Javi stumbled over his words, flustered how he hadn’t even mentioned anything about you, and somehow his dad knew the exact reason for your late night project prep.

“It’s okay, Hijo. I remember being the same way when I first met your mamá. I’d finish chores so fast to see her, it made your Abuelo (grandfather) wish I had found a novia (girlfriend) sooner. Except for the one time I promised him I would fix a hole in one of the fences and didn’t so we could go on a date, and spent the next 3 days wrangling loose cows. I know I am not as exciting as her, but I am thankful you are around to help out your old man.” Chucho reached over to place a hand on Javi’s shoulder, softly smiling at him.

“Of course, Pops. Thanks.” Javi sheepishly grinned back at his father.

The next morning, Chucho was up before the sunrise, ready to make his mandatory cup of coffee before heading out for his morning rounds and starting up on his fencing project. The old man could have sworn he was still half asleep and dreaming when he went to turn on the coffee pot, because it was already hot and hissing with the sounds of the bitter brown liquids brewing inside. As he turned on the kitchen light, he noticed one of his bright yellow post-it notes stuck to the front of the machine.

Coffee’s ready if you want it. Animals are already fed, out in the field working on the fence.

-Javi

He smiled and shook his head at the note, as he poured himself a full mug, leaning against the kitchen counter. He tried to recall the times his son had ever been up so early voluntarily, let alone up before him, and that number was a big fat zero. But if there was one thing that Chucho knew about Javier, it was that if he wanted something, he would find a way to figure out how to get it. If Chucho Peña wasn’t sure before, he sure as hell was then. His son was head over heels in love with you.

Taking advantage of Javi’s early morning labor, Chucho cooked the pair some breakfast before meeting Javi out in the pasture, the red and orange sunrise slowly peeking over the lush green fields of the property. “Buenos días, early bird.” Chucho chuckled, handing an already very sweaty Javi a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. Javi nodded as a thanks, out of breath and already tired from dragging the heavy wooden posts across the grass. “Off to early start this morning, eh mijo?” Javi raised his eyebrows with a small shake of his head as he funneled the breakfast into his mouth, quickly downing the food.

“Thanks, Pops.” He replied, mouth still chewing as he motioned at the now empty plate, passing it back over to his dad.

“De nada. I was worried if I didn’t bring food out to you, you wouldn’t have taken a break until you were done with the whole fence.”

“I was already up, figured I’d get started and do as much as I could.” Javi had more than his fair share of sleepless nights since returning home from Colombia, some being much more restless and painful than others. He was thankful that his early rising this morning was pure adrenaline, excitement even, of finishing this stupid fence as soon as possible to see you.

“Well, let me just finish some of this breakfast and I’ll get to work.”

Javi made sure the pair wasted no time on the task at hand, splitting up the duties to start building as quickly as possible. By the time the posts were positioned and ready to be set in the ground, the morning sun was already sweltering down, sweat dripping down Javi’s back as his shirt clung to his shoulders. Around 10:00 AM, the two paused on their progress, Chucho concerned that the rest of the ranch help hadn’t arrived, even though they were supposed to be there an hour and a half ago. Even though Javi had his cell phone on him, Chucho had refused to use it to call the tardy crew, claiming the technology was “too advanced” for him, no matter how many times Javi had explained it was just like using the house phone. As Chucho made his way back to the house to call, Javi allowed himself to sit down and rest in the grass, shaded by the tractor nearby, blocking the sunlight. As he closed his eyes, he could only picture you. Your sweet, soft smile, your delicious scent, the way your body felt so soft and gentle, intertwined with his. He couldn’t help but grin, thinking of how perfect you were in every way, desperate to see you again.

As he opened his eyes, he saw Chucho return with water and a dismayed look spread across his face. “Qué pasa? (What’s going on?)” Javi asked, concerned by his dad’s demeanor.

“Ricardo’s truck broke down on the highway. They can’t get someone out there to fix it for a few hours, he said at best, he and the boys won’t be here until 4 or 5 tonight.”

Fuck. Javi’s heart just about sank down to his stomach. With the 4 people they were waiting on in the truck, Javi had hoped the fence would be finished around the time they were now supposed to be arriving. With just him and his dad, there was no way they would be even close to half way done by then.

“Lo siento, mijo. (I’m sorry, son.) Any other time I wouldn’t care but this has to get done before the sheep come Monday.”

“No, it’s um, it’s fine.” Javi replied, trying to hide his disappointment. “Can I just, can I just call her and let her know I’m not gonna be able to see her tonight?”

“Of course, Javier. Take your time.”

“Thanks.” He took a few deep breaths as he tried to compose himself as his fingers punched the keys of his cell phone to dial your number, slowly pacing through the grass with each dial tone.

“Hi Javi!” Your sweet voice at least brought him a little relief from the shitty news he was about to deliver to you.

“Hi, Osita.”

“You guys are already done? That was fast!” The optimism in your voice only made it harder for Javi to spit out his next sentence.

“Well um, shit, um that’s actually why I called. A bunch of the guys who were supposed to help us are stuck on the highway because their truck broke down, probably won’t be here for at least a few more hours. It’s gonna take way longer than I thought, I probably won’t be able to see you tonight. I’m so sorry, Osita.”

“Oh.” You already could tell you were doing a terrible job at masking your disappointment. “No uh, no, it’s okay. I’m really sorry, that sucks. It’s okay Javi, not your fault, I totally understand.”

There was a long pause on the line as Javi ran his hands through his damp curls, trying to think of what to say. Before he could think of anything, you spoke again.

“What if I came over to help?”

“Wha- Come over to help? Osita, what do you mean?”

“You know, help. As in like, provide my time and labor to assist someone in need?”

“Yes, hermosa, I know what the definition of help is.” He let out a small huff before he continued. “Baby, I’m not gonna ask you to come over and help with this, shit’s heavy and it’s hot-” You cut him off before he could finish.

“Javi, I think you are constantly forgetting the fact that I am the youngest of 3 brothers and the daughter of a dad who refused to pay anyone to do anything around the house, because he had a small army of child laborers he could exploit for free. I didn’t get the free pass on any chores around the house just because I was the only girl. I’m sure there has to be something I can do to help. At the very least, let me bring you and your dad lunch while you’re working. Please.”

Javi thought for a moment. He already felt awful that he wasn’t going to be able to do whatever you had planned for tonight, let alone to have you drive all the way over here and bring him food.

“Osita, it’s okay, really-“

“Javier Jesús Peña. Please. Don’t think I won’t call Maria and ask for your address so I can at least bring you lunch, you know I will.” He laughed, known damn well you would.

“Fine. Thank you, Osita.”

“You’re welcome. I just have to get ready and make lunches and I should be over around noon. Does that work?” He could almost hear you grinning through the phone, knowing your persistence had won him over.

“Noon works great. You have something to write down directions on?”

“Yes sir. Whenever you’re ready.”

As Javi explained the route, Chucho looked over at his son with a growing curiosity, wondering why in the world his conversation to explain why he couldn’t see you tonight had now turned into a geography lesson of the greater Laredo area.

“Okay, easy enough, I think I got it.” You responded as you looked down over the directions you had scribbled in front of you.

“Okay. Listen, if you change your mind, don’t feel like you have to-”

“I will see you at noon, no ifs ands or buts. Well, no butts except for your cute one.” A grin stretched across his face as he listened to your giggle on the other end of the line. “And don’t tell me whatever it is you’re working on is too heavy, because you absolutely know I will find a way to pick it up just to prove a point.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see. I’ll see you soon. Thank you again.”

“Yeah, you will see. Of course. I’ll see you soon. Bye.”

“Bye, Osita.”

As the line disconnected, he found Chucho smirking at the lovestruck look on Javi’s face, waiting for him to explain the conversation.

“I told her she didn’t have to, but she uh, she wanted to know if she could come over to bring us lunch. She offered to help with the fence too, but I’m obviously not gonna make her do that, but knowing how stubborn she is, I wouldn’t be surprised if she figured out a way to do that too.”

“Sounds like she’s just about as stubborn as you, mijo.” Javi ran his hand over the back of his neck as he smirked at the green grass around his boots. “She really offered to bring us lunch? And to help?”

“Yeah, she did.” Javi shifted his gaze up to his dad, grin still on his face, cheeks pink and flushed. Chucho laughed and shook his head as he passed Javi, patting him on the shoulder as he mumbled to himself, just loud enough for Javi to hear.

“Dios la bendiga. Ella te ama, Javier.” (God bless her. She loves you, Javier.)

Javi stood quietly for a moment, smiling to himself. Javi hoped his dad was right, because he sure as hell loved you.

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lincolndjarin · 1 year ago

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Best Kept Secret

chapter four : sarad'ika (RE-UPLOAD)

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pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 6.8k

summary : you finally get a chance to see the gardens

warnings, etc. : language, panic attacks, general kodo grossness

A/N : i had to change accounts so this is a re-upload of my ongoing fic bks!!

Sarad'ika.

You won’t forget it this time, you can’t. So you write it in your book, just under Mando’s favorite color you write the two little words that have been keeping you up at night. Once you get that out of the way you’re left alone in the quiet, wide expanse of your room. You have about ten seconds of time alone with your thoughts before you get restless.

You need a change of scenery, and fast, because it’s taking every single ounce of restraint you have left to not stick your hand back up your dress, lock yourself in your room for the rest of the week, and think about that stupid, stupid dream. Opening the curtains you could see the sun starting to come up, so you pulled the rope that summons the girls because you desperately need a bath. You need to get rid of this dirty feeling that envelops you.

His phantom touch lingers on your skin. He had been so real, you swear you’ll have bruises on your waist when you undress.

Elaine and Lysa can’t get here fast enough, but when they do you’re already halfway out the door.

“Fresher, bath, now.” You’re still rocking a thin sheen of sweat and your mouth is dry. Lysa doesn’t seem thrown by your tone but you have to shoot Elaine a pleading look to make sure she doesn’t ask.

“Yes ma’am.” Elaine guides you into the fresher and quickly starts undoing your dress, while Lysa draws the bath. You know your entire body tenses up the moment she starts unlacing your bodice, thank the gods she doesn’t comment on it. You waste no time, the moment you’re free from your garments you step into the bath, you’re still not used to cold bathes like this, back on Hoth you’d pull from hot springs down in the planet's core to heat your water. But you couldn’t be more thankful for the cold now because it seems to be cooling the fire that lingers in your stomach. The girls retreat back to your chambers to prepare your outfit for the day.

“Not green.” You manage to squeak out as you sink lower into the bubbles. Watching them go. Alone with your thoughts again. Focus on something else. Don’t think about the Mandalorian. Think about how unnecessarily big this tub is. It’s less of a bathtub and more of a small pool honestly, you could swim laps in here. You float yourself over to the edge of the tub to find a washcloth, you need to scrub off any imaginary touches that might linger on your skin. You start at your shoulders, your mind manages to stay empty until you get to your chest. Then he’s there again, clear as day, so you try to think about something else, think about the least sexy thing you can, the first thing that comes to mind.

Your husband.

Yikes.

Surprisingly that works. You think about Kodo and the ache between your legs vanishes completely until you actually have to wash there. Gods, the last thing you need to do is start touching yourself here and now and have one of the girls walk in, so you make it quick, squeeze your eyes shut and shove the washcloth between your thighs and don’t think about him.

But you can’t get away from him, after a moment you open your eyes slowly and it’s like he’s right in front of you.

Fuck he’s actually right in front of you. The door to the fresher is wide open and it’s like he’s frozen in time, one hand on his blaster, the other on the door handle. His visor fixed on you.

He lingers way too long, you both know it.

Finally, in sync you both seem to snap out of it. He immediately turns ninety degrees to stare at the wall. You know he’s apologizing but you can’t hear him over the ringing in your ears as you feel your face turning crimson. You’re doing everything in your power to cover yourself with the bubbles but you know he definitely saw something, for Makers sake he was ogling you for a second there. There is a beat where it’s silent, you’re staring at him and he’s staring at the wall and finally you find your voice.

“Get out!” You’re covering your chest with one hand as you point at the door with the other. It might be the first time you’ve ever seen him stumble, Elaine walks in as he’s rushing out, wordlessly brushing past her, her eyes go wide as she turns from him to you. Your head is in your hands now. “I think I’m done.” She wraps you in a towel as you stand. She’s grabbing another towel to dry your hair as she extends a hand to help you step out. Guiding you to a stool and sitting you down, humming softly as she pats your hair dry. So much for the cold helping, now it feels like your entire body is on fire.

“He was just worried.” She says it matter of factly and you whip your head around to stare at her.

“What?”

“He was worried about you. We were in the closet when he barged in, all he saw was your bedroom doors wide open, and an absence of you. By the time I stepped out into the hall he was throwing doors open.” She smirks as she turns you back around so she can finish drying you off.

“He should have knocked…” You grumble as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“Go easy on him, it’s the first time in what? Three weeks? Four weeks? He’s never been in a situation where he’s shown up to retrieve you and you weren’t there, he probably thought you were spirited away in the few hours he wasn’t keeping an eye on you.” Once your hair is mostly dry she starts loosely braiding it.

“I’m capable of surviving an hour without him.” You huff, you know she’s probably right. And there is a small part of you that kind of likes how much he seemingly cares.

“You’re his responsibility. I think it’s sweet how he takes his job so seriously.”

“Of course you think it’s sweet, he doesn’t follow you around like he’s your shadow.” You mumble but she laughs it off.

“Come on, Lysa is probably alone with him right now and freaking out, so we better not keep her waiting.” She covers you with a robe and takes you by the arm, ushering you back to your chambers.

You didn’t know it was possible to look ashamed through so many layers of metal and fabric, but there he is, standing outside your quarters like always except now he’s strung-out. You swear you catch his fingers clenching into a fist for a moment before brushing past him to get dressed, Elaine closing the door behind you before rushing over to Lysa. You’re standing in front of the mirror now and you can see them whispering to each other, you don’t bother trying to get involved when you see Lysa suppress a giggle.

They dress you in a lightweight pink gown, you’re thankful that they seemed to pick up on your distaste for heavy makeup as they do it much more simply, and before you can stop them they’re leaving. And now you have to sit and stare at yourself in the vanity, putting off the inevitable. It was going to be hard enough facing him without the whole bath incident but now it feels a thousand times worse. But you can’t put this off forever so you might as well get over it. Gritting your teeth you open the door and step out, before you can even look at him he’s rambling.

“I’m so sorry, I thought something might have happened to you, I assumed the worst and it was stupid and I should have knocked but I was worried and I promise I didn’t see anything and-” He stares at the floor the entire time and his words are rushed and quiet.

“Stop.” You cut him off. You had been prepared to let him grovel but the moment you heard how genuinely distressed he sounded you had decided to forgive him. You didn’t even know it was possible for him to sound so rattled, he’s acting like he saw a ghost.

“Stop?” He sounds like he’s got way more speech prepared and honestly, you don’t wanna hear it.

“It’s fine. It was an honest mistake and I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” He hesitates for a moment. “But I am sorry.”

“Stop it.” You glare at him but start walking in the opposite direction of the library. “But… if you’re really sorry I know how you can make it up to me.”

“Anything.” Well you were gonna ask him to take you to the gardens but if he was offering up anything. It’s almost like he can read your mind because he immediately shoots you a warning look. “Within reason.” Damn it. Gardens it is.

“I believe you still have a promise to fulfill?” You stop at the fork in the hallway, no longer sure of where you’re going. It takes him a second to realize what you’re implying but after a moment he nods towards the right and walks slightly ahead of you instead of trailing behind.

By the time you make it outside and to the forest trail neither of you have spoken. There’s still an oppressive tension looming over you both. You can’t look at him and seemingly he can’t look at you.

Of course in your case it’s because last night he had stared in your own personal porno and in his case he just saw you naked and you just so happen to be married to the guy who pays his salary.

Maker, is this even salvageable at this point? Do you want to salvage this?

You have to. This is all you have. Even if you hate him, (although you’re not even sure if that’s still true) even if some small part of you is attracted to him, (you also aren’t sure that part is all that small anymore) even if he saw your tits this morning, (he definitely did.) He’s all you’ve got at this point. So yes, you want to salvage this. All you have to do is say something, if you say the right thing you can fix this whole mess. If you say the wrong thing he might never be able to look at you ever again but that has to be a risk you’re willing to take and your mind moves faster than your mouth as you blurt out what might be the dumbest thing you could possibly say right now.

“Are we friends?” Gods, are you a child? He doesn’t stop walking, doesn’t stop to look at you. His stride never wavers as he continues marching down the trail.

“I don’t have friends.” Well shit. Big surprise the guy who’s paid to spend time with you doesn't consider you a friend. “But, you are probably the closest thing I have to a friend. Even if you don’t have a choice in the matter of my presence.” He finally turns to look at you. Maker, he sounds genuine, why is your heart fluttering, he called you a friend, it doesn’t get less sexy than that. “Am I your friend?” Did his voice just crack? You’re imagining things.

“Well, I talk to you more than anyone else, I spend more time with you than anyone else, so I suppose you’re also the closest thing I have to a friend.” You’re about to say something snarky to make your statement less mushy but you step out of the trees and your eyes go wide.

It’s nothing like they say it is in books. You’d always imagined a garden to be one big mass of the same shade of green but it’s so much more than that. There’s so many different greens, they all stick out, and there’s so many other colors, nothing back on Hoth that compared to this. You’d all but forgotten about Mando as you just gawked. It was massive, you could probably spend all day walking and never step on the same spot twice. There’s so much you don’t even know where to start.

You didn’t even know real flowers could be that brightly colored. You’d only ever owned fake flowers growing up because nothing would grow in the cold, the sharp hues of your plastic lilies would look pathetic next to these. These were alive, they swayed in the wind. Bugs flew through the petals. Everything felt alive. Up until this point you had not found one part of this planet that you liked more than home, but this was better than anything you’d ever had a chance to see.

“Does it live up to your expectations?” He’s next to you now, you don’t understand how he’s looking at you and not the field, you can’t tear your eyes off of it. You want to hug him. Well, no, that would be inappropriate, but you’re so thankful you almost don’t care.

All things considered you probably shouldn’t even be alone with him at this point with your combined track record the only things that happen when you’re in the same vicinity are arguments. And now nudity. But you’re so happy you don’t give a shit. You’re so happy that when he holds his arm out to you, you take it without a second thought and let him lead the way.

You wonder if you’ve been this happy since you arrived. Have you been happy at all since you found out you were promised to Kodo? You can’t recall. He’s very thorough, he makes sure you get to see everything, every flower, vine, leaf and root. Everytime he stops in front of something so you can get a good look he waits until you move first, to make sure you’ve had your fill of every single thing. When you ask him questions about the flora he seems almost embarrassed that he doesn’t have answers for you. It’s kind of cute. You don’t know how long you stay like that, arm in arm. You don’t even hear him when he finally speaks, you’re completely captivated by a butterfly.

“What?” It isn’t the usual tone you take with him, there’s a warmth to your tone that you typically reserved for people back home.

“I asked if you wanted to play a game.” Well you certainly weren’t expecting that.

“What kind of game?” You can’t help but be skeptical, even though you don’t think he’d try and ruin your good mood and you want to trust him. This just seems out of character for him.

“Well, since we’re almost friends with each other, I thought we might get to know each other better. That’s what friends do, they know things about each other.” His voice is casual and he sounds almost relaxed. It suits him. And he’s right, friends should know each other.

Friends are good. Friends are safe. Friends don’t have sex dreams about each other. You should be friends. That’s the safest thing to be, and it would be nice to have a friend.

“So what… we just ask each other questions? That doesn’t sound like a game, it sounds like a conversation.”

“Sounds like someones scared of losing.” He looks straight ahead as the two of you begin walking towards what appears to be a lake, there’s a gazebo next to it and a few other things you can’t make out in the distance. You can’t help but scoff.

“Fine. What are the rules?”

“It’s simple, we ask each other questions but you can choose not to answer, you can pass. First person to pass on three questions loses.” Well this seems easy enough, and he’s so secretive you’ll win without a doubt.

“Okay, but I get to go first.”

“Of course.” Is he smiling under the helmet? He probably has a nice smile. Is that something friends think about each other? Who cares, you can let this one thought slide, it's innocent enough. you hesitate for a moment, why not start simple.

“Where are you from?”

“Pass.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly serious.” His tone is still light so you know you haven’t struck a nerve. How odd.

“Okay so wait, what do I get if I win? Since it’s obvious I’m going to.” That gets a genuine chuckle from him. It’s nice. It’s not as bassy as his voice is, but it’s still low, raspy and authentic. You want to hear it again.

“What do you want?”

For you to grope me in front of a mirror?

Well friends don’t certainly ask friends for that. What did you want?

“I want a question.”

“Well that just doesn’t make sense princess, we’re playing a question game.”

“No, the winner gets to ask the other person a question and they have to answer. No passing.” You know you have a smug look on your face, you already know what you’re going to ask. He thinks about it for a long time, long enough that you’re worried that he might say no.”

“Okay. Deal. Where are you from?” You’ve reached the gazebo now and you both take a seat. You rest your arms on the railing so you can stare at the lake.

“Hoth.”

“I didn’t know Hoth could sustain life.”

“We live underground, why did you take this job?” You kind of expect him to pass again but he answers without missing a beat.

“I needed the credits. This was the highest paying job.”

“Why did you need money?” You pull your eyes away from the water to look at him, you’re kind of surprised to find his helmet already facing you and not the scenery, it’s gorgeous here.

“It isn’t your turn.” He asks again before you can protest. “What’s your family like?” You consider passing but it could be worse.

“I have eight siblings and I’m really close with them. Well I was. I never got that close with my parents, small colony royalty, they liked to act like they were above it all so in our colony of less than 500 people who had nothing to do, we had nannies.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at the memory. He nods slowly but doesn’t ask for a follow up so you just ask your next question. “Did you like being a bounty hunter?”

“I don’t really feel anything towards it. It was work, I didn’t hate it, I didn’t love it. I was just good at it.” He doesn’t even have his usual tone of arrogance, he says it like it’s a fact. “Did you choose to marry him?”

“Pass.” You respond way too quickly, and you know you’re practically giving him the answer by passing. But you don’t want to say it, don’t want him to feel sorry for you. “When do you eat and drink?” He chuckles again, Maker, you want to marry that laugh, you want to make love to that laugh, you want to bury yourself alive and die in that laugh. Nope, that’s not a normal thing friends think about each other you fucking weirdo.

“When you aren’t looking.”

“What? That doesn’t make any-”

“No follow up questions.”

You play for a long time, going back and forth until the sun is much lower in the sky. It’s exhilarating to have a real conversation go on this long, the two of you don’t even argue (for the most part.) He tells you so much about himself that you can hardly remember all of it, you keep a mental list of your favorite things.

“Did you really read the Smitten Paladin?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have a little straw in your helmet so you can drink stuff?”

“No.”

“Do you sweat a lot in all those layers?”

“Sometimes.”

“Is your name really Mando? Cause that’s, like, super convenient if it is.”

“It’s not.”

“What is your name?”

“Pass.”

“What color is your hair?”

“Brown.”

Now you’re tied, whoever passes next loses. You had passed earlier when he had asked if you wanted the rest of your books back. Cocky son of a bitch. When you had asked if he had read them all he responded with, “ Not yet.” You need to win. So you think long and hard until you come to a question you’re sure he won’t answer.

“Where are your quarters?” You give him a satisfied smirk, let's see him worm his way out of this one.

“Why do you want to know?”

Yikes. He’s got you there. Do friends usually ask friends where they sleep? Doesn’t matter, you’re so close to the win that you just deflect.

“Are you gonna pass?”

He takes a minute. A long minute, just staring at the lake, and you’re ready to accept the win when he points out past the water.

“There’s a cabin just on the edge of the pond. I live there.”

You’re so shocked he actually answered that you don’t even care that he didn’t pass, you squint and sure enough there it is, you’re surprised you didn’t see it before but it blends in so well with the trees. There’s a small cabin by the edge of the water. You have a million follow up questions but of course he cuts you off before you can ask any of them.

“What did you mean when you said I was your least favorite?”

Shit. You can’t believe he remembers that. Gods you don’t want to lose, and you can’t bring yourself to lie because you would always know your win wasn’t real and there’s no satisfaction in that. So you sigh.

“My first couple of days here I was very bored so I made a list of my favorite people here.” You can feel your face getting hot. He must be getting used to seeing you get red like this, it practically happens hourly at this point. “You used to be on the bottom of the list but now you aren’t.”

“Where am I now?” There is no hurt in his voice, just speculation. He’s leaning closer to you now. You can’t help but close your eyes and just enjoy his smell for a fleeting moment. Smoke, metal, and fresh linen. That last one is a bit shocking, he must have other flight suits that all look the same.

“No follow up questions.” You smirk. “How did you know I left my room that one night I snuck out to the library if you live across the lake?”

“Pass.” You don’t even get to enjoy the win because you’re a little disappointed that you don’t get to know the answer. “You win princess.” He stands and holds out his arm again and you quickly take it as you start walking back in the direction of the trail. When had it gotten so dark? The sun was nearly set and you’d hardly even noticed. You’d spent the whole day out here.

You want to ask your question immediately but the moment you open your mouth he speaks.

“We should do this more often.” He sounds so carefree, it catches you off guard

“The game?”

“No, but we can do that as well if you’d like, but I meant getting out of the castle.” Honestly the thought of being out more often thrills you, you just aren’t sure what the rules for that are since you married into the royal family.

“I would love to get out to the garden more often.” You whisper it, almost just to yourself.

“Not just the garden. Have you ever seen the rest of this planet?”

“No.” You haven’t even been off of the royal grounds.

“Okay, new deal. On the first day of the week we go somewhere, even if it is just the gardens.” Your heart skips a beat. He has a day now, just like Kodo, Mando has his own day. You wish you could keep the dopey grin off your face.

“Deal.”

You don’t speak until you're back inside the castle, you don’t even speak when you walk through the halls, you’ve finally found a comfortable silence with each other. You do of course unlink your arms, you don’t know why you both feel the need to pull away at the same time. After all you’re just friends, but you do anyway. Now you’re at the door to your chambers and Leo is waiting for you, impatiently tapping his foot.

“You didn’t attend any of your meals.” His voice is short, clearly upset with you. You give him an apologetic look, and you are hungry.

“Sorry… I guess I just lost track of time, if you bring dinner to my chambers I’ll eat now.” Normally you’d just go to the dining hall but you want one more moment alone with Mando. Leo eyes the two of you but takes his leave.

“As you wish, ma’am.” As he begins walking away you turn back to your steel companion.

“You owe me one more question.” You grin up at him. You wish you could see if he was smiling too.

“Ask away, princess.” He puts his hands on his hips as the helmet turns down towards you.

“What does sarad'ika mean?” You say a silent prayer that this doesn’t ruin the perfect day you’ve had. He doesn’t respond or move for quite some time. Your stomach is in knots and you start mentally cursing yourself out for bringing this up again. But he clears his throat and when he does speak it’s so unexpectedly gentle you almost take a step back.

“In Mando’a, sarad means flower, or bloom, and ika means little.”

Little flower.

He had called you little flower.

You don’t think friends call each other little flower.

You honestly aren’t sure what to say so you just sort of nod, but you don’t want him to feel like he upset you so when you open the door to your room you turn back towards him one last time.

“Thank you Mando. I had a really nice day.”

“Good night princess.”

“Good night.” You close the door.

You wish he had called you sarad'ika again. ✩

The next three cycles are the best you’ve had so far.

You don’t talk about your question and honestly that’s fine because you still aren’t sure how you feel about it. But being friends with Mando is nice, once you convince him that you aren’t going to bolt the second he looks away you actually get him to read a few books, you’re surprised he never picked something up until now considering how much time you two actually spend in the library. You stick with your fiction novels and are surprised to find how much he enjoys history books. He's a fast reader and matches your pace of a book or two a day.

But it’s the fifth cycle of the week. Which means you’re dolled up in blue and you have dinner with your husband tonight. You haven’t seen Kodo since your last dinner when he humiliated you so you aren’t exactly excited. Something tells you Mando isn’t all that thrilled either, he’s quiet today. He’s always quiet until you get him going but you aren’t feeling chatty today so neither is he. You both read in silence for as long as you can until finally you can’t put it off any longer and you loudly slam your book shut and stand.

“We should probably get going.” You smooth out the wrinkles in your dress from sitting so long. He doesn’t speak, only nodding as he stands, setting his book down on top of yours. You begrudgingly make your way down the hall and are thrown off by the amount of noise coming from the dining hall, when Mando opens the large doors for you you’re shocked to see nearly a dozen men eating, Kodo is seated at his typical spot, the head of the table and he stands as he sees you.

“Wife! So good of you to join us! I thought I’d invite some of my brothers and cousins to dine with us tonight.” He’s just as drunk if not drunker than he was last time and much to your discomfort the rest of the men don’t seem much different. Taking a nervous step inwards Mando starts to close the doors once the two of you are inside. “One moment Mandalorian, you won’t be needed tonight. Afterall, it’s just family.” There’s suddenly ice in your veins. You spent so much time trying to get rid of him you hadn’t thought about what would happen when he wasn’t there to protect you.

“I’ve sworn myself to her, I’ll stay” A chill runs up your spine. You’d gotten so used to his voice being lighthearted and gentle that it sends a jolt through you to hear him speaking so sternly. You don’t recognize the tone, even from your first few days with him. More importantly, when the hell did he swear himself to you? Was that a part of the job Kodo was paying him to do? It seems a bit severe for a bodyguard gig.

Kodo doesn’t seem in the slightest affected by the inflection of his voice even though the other men in the room look wary.

“I insist, Mandalorian. Take the night off.” He holds his cup towards the two of you before he sits back down and starts rambling to the men, seemingly picking up where he left off on some sort of hunting story. You turn, your eyes wide with worry towards Mando, you want to beg him to stay, you want you grab him by the shoulders and plead with him to not leave you alone but you know that he can’t. Even if he wanted to. It’s not like he can fight every royal family member, all the staff, and the half dozen battle droids that trailed behind Kodo. He turns to leave and you turn back towards the table but before he opens the door you hear him whisper just loud enough so only you can hear it.

“I’ll be right outside. Nothing’s gonna happen to you.” And then he’s gone, the doors close with a loud thunk and you pull up a chair.

Surprisingly Mando’s promise helps you relax, you sip your wine and you don’t have too bad of a time. It’s a miracle that the presence of all of Kodo’s relatives is a bit of a blessing. Sure, the room being full of men originally was absolutely terrifying but they keep his attention off of you and you quickly realize that they’re too scared to even look at you, you don’t understand that bit for a while until in an instant it clicks.

You’re Kodo’s.

He calls you wife because that’s all you are. You belong to him, therefore it would be an insult to Kodo to leer at you. As disheartening as that is, it's a bit of a relief and you’re able to enjoy most of your dinner until the servants come around and take your plates, which is a welcome sight because it means you can leave. Funnily enough you miss Mando standing behind your shoulder. You feel almost empty without him looming although you suppose you’re bound to feel that way after spending four full weeks by each other's sides. You’re eager to get back to him, to feel the safety of his presence and you’re about to stand up and leave when Kodo’s voice fills the room, commanding the attention of everyone present.

“Isn’t she just a gem?” In the blink of an eye everyone's heads are turned towards you. “Such a pretty little thing,” His grin is viscous and the way he says it makes your skin crawl. “aren’t you princess?” You hate the way it sounds coming from his mouth, and not in the same way you “hate” it when Mando says it. You detest the way Kodo says it.

But he’s so drunk a small wind could knock him over. You can handle this. If you can tease a Mandalorian you can subdue a douche bag prince.

“Thank you, my prince.” You bite back the venom that inevitably tries to seep out.

“Don’t you all think she’s lovely?” Once everyone's eyes are on you, you feel less confident. You wish he would just go back to calling you bland as the men nod and hum in agreement. You feel sick. It’s like having dinner with a dozen Kodo’s, they all have the same dull blonde hair and unpleasant voices. You’re preparing to leave again when what you assume is a cousin speaks up. He looks like he has a few years on Kodo and you know that the prince is the eldest of his brothers.

“When do you plan on getting her pregnant?”

You want to throw up. You can’t stand the way they talk about you like you aren’t even there.

Kodo’s grin widens.

“I think we’ll wait. My father is still young and if her looks are her only redeeming quality, I'd like to keep them intact for as long as possible.” The table erupts in laughter and you think about throwing your wine glass at him. Would that be considered treason? You don’t know so you just tune them out, you know they’re still talking about you, they do for a while.

So you drink your wine and stare straight ahead. Now that Kodo has seemingly given them permission to speak of you they don’t stop. Every once in a while you’ll catch a sentence or two and you have to swallow down the bile that threatens to erupt from your throat. They’re shameless, and they’re vulgar. The only thing that keeps you seated is that you know that none of them will lay a hand on you. It’s the only perk to being seen as nothing more than an extension of your husband. They won’t touch you because you’re his. You have a hard time finding comfort in that fact.

After what feels like an hour you stand up, your chair screeching loudly against the wood.

“I’m rather tired. I think I shall retire to my chambers.” You don’t bother hiding the repulsion from your voice but Kodo only smiles and nods as you turn to leave.

“Goodnight, wife.”

“Goodnight, husband. ”

You don’t turn back around until you’re out of the room.

You let out a sigh of relief once the doors are closed and immediately look for Mando, you don’t see him at first and a wave of betrayal washes over you. Did he leave? He had promised to stay. Could you even be mad at him for leaving? Kodo offered him the night off, he hasn’t had so much as an hour off since he started. You think back to what he had said weeks ago.

“You’re a full time job, sarad'ika.”

You hadn’t even thought of how draining that must be until now.

But he had promised.

Stop being a cry baby, don’t act like some heartbroken little girl, you’re being overdramatic.

You only get a few steps away from the dining hall when you almost trip over something and when you look down he’s there. He had been so still you’d missed him entirely. He’s too still. He should have said something by now, or gotten up. There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach as you look around. Kodo dismissed all the guards on this floor except for the several repurposed battle droids in the dining hall that served as his personal guard, there’s no one here to help you as you kneel down directly in front of him. His back is against the wall and his knees are bent, hands folded in front of him.

“...Mando?” you say it as delicately as you can manage, leaning your head forward so you’re in his direct line of sight. “Mando are you alright?” Is he shaking? “Mando, I need you to talk to me.” You can hear the anxiety in your own voice, echoing through the silent hallway. He doesn’t move so you just say fuck it and crawl between his legs so you can rest your ear against his chest, it isn’t easy with the chestplate but you settle in just above it.

Maker, his heart is racing.

You pull back and stare into the helmet. The concern is apparent in your expression as you place both hands on the sides of his helmet as you would when holding someone's face. His chest is rising and falling too fast.

“Can you breathe Mando? I need you to talk to me, can you breathe through the helmet?”

Fuck you can’t tell. You lean in closer, resting your temple against the Beskar until you can hear his breaths. The modulator isn’t even picking them up, you’re hearing them through the steel.

It sounds like he’s hyperventilating.

“It’s me Mando. I need you to tell me you're okay or I’m going to have to take your helmet off to make sure you can breathe.” Gods, you don’t want to have to do this. You whisper your own name a few times to him. “It’s me Mando, I’m right here.” You’re about to do it, you don’t know what other options you have so you squeeze your eyes shut tight and grip the steel of his helmet and take in a deep breath, in the beat of silence before you can bring yourself to do it you hear the modulator crackle.

“Are you hurt? It’s like he’s just waking up as his hands fly to your hips, holding onto you like he can’t even believe you’re real. The modulator barely picks up his murmur. But you drop your hands down and rest them on his shoulders as you sigh in relief. Thank the stars.

“No, I’m okay.”

He’s nearly incoherent as he speaks softly and quickly you barely catch most of it, the modulator doesn’t pick up the majority of it so you have to listen closely to hear his voice through the helmet, he’s still struggling to catch his breath.

“I didn’t know what to do… never felt so useless… never frozen up before… could hear everything… to rip his tongue out… talked about you like that… if any of them had touched… would have broken down that damn door … wouldn’t care about the stupid droids…”

All animosity you had ever felt towards the man in front of you vanished, even if temporary. Because that’s all he was right now. He wasn’t the Mandalorian, right now he was only a man.

“I’ve never… don’t understand what… wanted to stay… what if you… too many droids…” You press your forehead against his helmet to try and hear better and you finally manage to put together a couple sentences. “I couldn’t just go in, because if I got hurt, who would look after you? I can’t protect you from a jail cell, I’ve never had to worry about that before…”

You can’t take the way his voice shakes so you hold his helmet in your hands again and tilt it upwards to meet your gaze.

“Hey… I am okay.” You enunciate each word as you stare into the strip of black. “Nothing happened, I am unharmed.” You take his hand in yours and bring it up to your face so it cradles your cheek. “See? I’m okay, nothing happened to me. And if something was going to happen to me you would stop it. Okay?”

You sit like that for several minutes. Knelt between his legs, rubbing your thumb gently against the helmet as his unmoving hand rests on your face.

It takes him a while but his breathing finally seems to level out. When he speaks again he’s loud enough for the modulator to pick up and it’s jarring how normal he suddenly sounds.

“It’s late, you should be in bed.”

“Okay.” You’re just happy he’s okay.

Although now you feel a bit self conscious about the position the two of you are in. But it’s like he reads your mind as he puts his hands on your waist and easily lifts you as he gets to his feet. You don’t have a chance to say anything before he’s already walking. You just follow, and when you arrive he opens the door to your chambers for you.

You want so desperately to speak. You want to comfort him, you want to say anything to let him know that you’re okay, that he’s okay, but he speaks first.

“Good night princess.” He says it with a finality that lets you know that there will be no further discussion on what just happened. That tomorrow you will act as if this never happened. But you don’t want that.

“Good night, Mando.”

He waits for you to close the door, you wait for him to walk away. But neither of those things happen. So instead, because the two of you are just friends, you open the door a little wider.

“Do you wanna come in?”

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step-on-me-khun · 5 months ago

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How do you do? May I ask for a fluff/comfort headcanons of Bam.khun.white where they wakes up suddenly hearing readers crying while sleeping because they have nightmare or something ?

Thanks for your hard work..have a great day💓

going through requests and realizing a good number are over 1 or 2 years. yikes

no warnings or word count taglist: @unexceptional-h @rizonacigaravenue @koi-chairowo @aoi-turtle @bangchanbin {message to be added}

Bam

Sweet boy, he makes sure you're okay. If you're awake, he'll comfort you by holding you and whispering nice words in your ear. He never wants to see you sad. Bam wants you to always be safe and happy and feels useless when he can't keep you safe.

If you're asleep, he'll slowly wrap an arm around you, not waking you up. Again, he'll whisper sweet words into your ear, hoping to calm you.

If you wake up after, in Bam's arms, he's ready to calm you down.

He'll call you all the sweetest names, compliment everything about you, and tell you everything you want and need to hear.

Doesn't go back to sleep until you're calm and asleep. If you have trouble getting back to sleep, he will stay up talking to you until you're able to

Doesn't get annoyed or angry with you, and is forever patient

You're his world and he treats you like you are

Literal husband material

Khun

It's one of the few times he doesn't use his brain. He's not exactly a light sleeper, but if something happens he knows about it

Groggy Khun is not friendly, that being said, he can somewhat read the situation, not that he'd be happy with it

If you're awake, he'd ask you what worries you, his fingers tracing up and down your arm

He knows how to sweeten you up, not so he can get his way, but it's his way of comforting you

If you're still asleep and crying, he'll wrap an arm around you and brush your hair with his fingers

He is not that frilled to be woken up, but that subsides slightly once he sees you

He's a loveable asshole who loves to love you and loves to receive that love back - which you do

Same as Bam. He'll wait for you to sleep, then he goes back to sleep

He's patient with you, it's the way he loves you

White

He doesn't think your crying is something to worry about, at first

But if it's something that bothers you then he does something to calm and quiet you

His way of saying he loves you is by doing things, and not making it clear that it is 'love'

Wraps his arms around you, and doesn't say a word, the only soothing sounds from White would be his breathing

The only time you get any sort of affection from him is at night when he's not at 100%, which is rare

Not a hug bug so even this is a surprise

please don't steal

#tower of god #khun aguero agnis #khun aa #khun x reader #khun aguero agnes #khun aa x reader #the 25th bam #25th bam #tower of god baam #tog baam #twenty fifth baam #bam x reader #baam x reader #25th baam #25th Bam x reader #arie white #arie white x reader #white x reader

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hashimasims · 5 days ago

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Presenting Kaye for @changingplumbob's Dating Deanna

Hello there! Umm . . . My name's Kaye and I'm applying to be a contestant on Dating Deanna

I've just recently aged up to a young adult (21 in Watcher years) and moved out of my Mother's house and into an apartment in San Myshuno! Nothing I ever did made her happy but I think most of that stems from the fact that we're on one of the spare branches of this save's legacy family - did I forget to mention my last name is Glynnan? I was also born a human which is a MAJOR area of contention for my mother Deliliah who thinks it's a disgrace but my big brother Domenic loves me just the same and doesn't care that I'm not exactly the girly girl princess mother always wanted. I wanted to play football instead of joining the cheer leading team in high school and I'm a bit of a glutton - though I consider myself more a foodie who just enjoys ALL food!

I'm an Adventurous sim and I love the slopes of Mt. Komorebi just don't put me on a set of skis, snowboarding is the only way to go down the mountain! I do have to admit that though I don't dislike rock climbing I'd much prefer using the safer machines found at gyms to actually climbing the mountain after hearing about my Uncle Daolong's incident.

I'm working on becoming a professional athlete one day and here's to hoping one of the EA Gods will patch in professional snowboarding. If that happens I'd be the happiest woman ever! But currently just making Candles and selling them on Plopsy to make a bit of extra cash while I slowly move up the athletic career corporate ladder.

I love listening to music at the end of a long day but PLEASE no winter holiday music! I heard far to much of that All I Want for Winterfest Song while I was working retail as a teenager I NEVER EVER want to hear it again if I can help it!

Now for the specifics I guess . . .

I'm a cisgender female still exploring their sexuality. I'm attracted to both men and woman so being classified as Bisexual might be easiest though I'm leaning more towards Pansexual since I don't really care if someone is nonbinary, trans, genderfluid etc and I've met a few Sims who claim they're bisexual but won't date Trans sims, to each their own but why? If someone makes me happy and I them it seems perfect to me!

My traits are Adventurous, Music Lover, and Glutton. I think there used to be more like Socially Awkward and Vegetarian but my Watcher wasn't sure if @changingplumbob had the more traits mod so removed the last two

My current aspiration is to be a Master Maker

My likes and dislikes are below ↓ There's quite a few but My Watcher actually cut it down from what was there when I was a Teenager

Am I OK with getting flirty with the other contestants? I'm here for Deanna but if any of the other contestants flirt with me I don't see a problem with it since we're not in committed relationships or anything.

Am I open to Polyamory? Maybe? It seems to be working fairly well for my cousin where monogamy hasn't been working for my mother - three kids from three separate failed marriages yikes! Maybe you shouldn't talk trash about El when you don't have even half as healthy of a love life. Sorry mom I know it's not proper to air your dirty laundry on national tumblrvision but oh well! Domenic raised me to think honesty is the best policy so . . .

Open to woohoo? I mean it's part of romance now a days so I'd be alright with it. I just won't let my brother tune in those days. Sorry Dom!

Am I open to flirting with Joey? I think I could be! Again I signed up for Dating Deanna and don't want to hurt her feelings but the heart wants what the heart wants I guess

My watcher is ALL IN!!!

#ts4 #simblr #the sims community #Dating Deanna #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 gameplay #Kaye Glynnan

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vqrtualheartss · 5 months ago

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Without Barriers — e42!Miles x Fem!Black!Reader

ᴅ☆ᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴀʏ|

Hi chatt, unuh miss me? 🙂.

Anywho, part 3 of this thing

I been inactive but I swrr it's just school, I been inactive n shit but I still love writing and adore Spider-verse (I'm still hyper fixated. Helpp.)

Also looks like I have part 4&5 to give after I properly proofread, bye lovess

These past few weeks in Earth 42 have been quite eventful to say the least. Not to mention you breaking the promise to yourself that you'll never fall in love with Miles Morales ever again. I mean, it was inevitable really. Who wouldn't fall in love if someone looked at them like that?

Leading up to school Miles got everything in order for you.

Your hair? Who knew your man was a cosmetologist cause he did you right by that electric blue dye

Clothes? Bought and paid in fulll

He made sure you had common knowledge of everything. Places, people, lingo, social norms even drama, he went as far as teaching you basic fighting techniques.

"I know it may hurt tesoro, but you need to learn. I'm not gonna be there every time to save you."

One thing that had you on ice though was when he brought in fake identification with your new credentials that did not look fake at all. Truly, you didn't want to question it, but your face said what your mouth didn't. Now you looked at the papers then at Miles, back and forth, back and forth.

"I know you have questions, just ask" He spoke up, breaking the unneeded awkward silence when he did.

"I didn't even say anything to you" I retorted

"Good"

That came off with more sass than it should've, from both of you at that.

I hate his attitude at times. "Miles, sit down."

He sat himself where he did before, bracing himself deeper into the chair. "My eyes are up here by the way. "

He laughed when I hissed. Yuh bright bad. Slowly the playful air in the room dissipated, a more serious feel emerging. Miles cleared his throat, he was nervous, okayy. I still kicked my feet while being on the bed, waiting patiently for him to start.

"(y/n)" his leg started to bounce involuntarily

My eyes shifted to him, they already were but this time I looked into his eyes. Lord knows I was not the one for eye contact, so I hid the other half of my face with a pillow. Because, I was ready to giggle, and I don't think it was the time for that.

"You, and I know about how I feel about keeping secrets from each other"

My eyebrows furrowed, but it was true though. Miles told me everything he could remember , his allergies, favorites, dislikes, pet peeves. Even the most personal shit like how the house we shared was a piece of land paid in full by his father before he passed— one for him and another for his mamá. Like I said, everything.

And I never judged him for any of it, no reason to, but right now, I am not familiar or comfortable with this tone. I nodded for him to continue, visibly skeptical of what was to come next.

"And I've been giving you the half-assed truth about what I do. My uncle and I, we work fo- with this man. Kingpin, and the shit we do isn't necessarily good either. I fight, steal, hurt people, a bunch of stuff"

Knowing Miles he would've went on with the list trying to "be transparent" . Drawing an inference he stopped noticing my widened eyes , I wasn't shocked at him. No, it was the insane ass plot twist. In the other dimension it was just Aaron and Kingpin, yikes. Miles gave me my look, my look when I'm signaling for questions or something to make a situation less awkward.

"You kill people? "

He nodded

"Often?"

"They must've sent the feds on my ass"

I wasn't pissed, I swear, but the hitched lip and narrowed eyes inflicted a response from him. He relaxed his shoulders , but he still looked perplexed.

"Never have, almost broke the streak after-" I put up a hand in front of him, stopping whatever he was going say next. I do not care about what you do inside that suit, whatever you want handsome.

I stared blankly, randomly looking over at him when I heard his breathing heavy.

"You're not scared of me right?" He stammered a bit, aw

"Do you plan on hurting me?"

"I know you're not stupid" Just cause yah man nuh mean seh yuh fi wicked

I watch him rest his elbows to the edge of his thighs, I copied his hand placements from before, head in palms, a W over my lower features.

He sighed.

"No, never, nunca baby"

"Then there's your answer: no, never, nunca" Nah call yuh baby too much cause yahv mi siddung like yam inna basket.

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Then came the time when your results for Brooklyn Visions were to arrive. Given that they decided to send the letter a mere two days before school opened was criminal. Already anxious, it didn't help that it was one of those days where Miles was absent for almost all 24hrs.

Your stomach flipped on end, contemplating what to do if you didn't get in, what to tell Miles— you couldn't just stay here doing nothing for the whole day, waste style that. The what if's had you on edge, not wanting to open the letter, so—... you didn't.

Waking up from an afternoon nap, you felt disoriented with no remembrance of earlier. Somewhat aware of the time difference of then till now you went downstairs looking for Miles and instead went for the letter. Although a delayed reaction you shrieked at the words in bold : You're Accepted!. The lingering decibels drew Miles down frantically observing that he didn't even take off his left gauntlet. Seeming as though you were safe, he went up after a while then came back down— to shower presumably, he hated having you near him after he's gone out.

"I got in!"

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"Miles, stop kissing my face, you're gonna bring out my cheeks"

Any average person would've, but not Miles— he wasn't average.

"(y/n), can you leave me alone to give my esposa affection in peace?"

" 'Esposa', yeah right" I scoffed, rightful title

“I don't know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours but dios mio, sure isn't working right.”

Removing the arm from around my body, he took his phone from his pocket and placed it blatantly on the armrest of the couch. Securing his hands on my hips he moved me to the kitchen island then on top of the counter. I stayed put like a porcelain doll in showcase— not that I hated getting treated by him the way he did. Elevating himself on his palms he rubbed the sides of our faces together then pushed himself into my neck.

“Miles, are you a dog?”

“Whatever you want me to be”

Laying down on the counter, his head was adjacent to my thigh. Wrapping an arm around the width he dragged me closer, diminishing any little space left between his head and my body. Placing kisses along the length, I tangled a hand into his hair, massaging and drawing patterns into his scalp. After some time my neck and back started to hurt, constantly I began to rub them and groan. Miles noticed from the glances he took every now and then. He mumbled something into my thigh.

“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you”

“Can we stay a bit longer—... please”

I passed him a re-assuring smile. Bringing himself back down he brought a hand of mine with him, toying with it and doing whatever. When I felt it lay flat on his face I assumed he had fallen asleep. Still, my body ached but I didn't want to leave him here by himself.

What could I do without him?

Shit.

After (what I thought were) three quiet yawns later Miles woke up, somewhat. I figured he wasn't fully conscious but enough to piece together the fact that I hadn't left even though I was still hurting. Sitting up, he flexed his wrists, arms, and other limbs, gathering strength before taking me off the counter and placing me on his bed. Instead of the usual hug as our sleeping position, he put a hand on my nape and lower back, kneading away more pain than I were aware of.

"Why didn't you leave?" I wonder

"I would've been bored alone"

"C'mon, you'd be sleeping"

I physically can't nor do I want to sleep without you.

Shaking my head, I held onto his shirt, initiating some type of contact before his hands were free. I looked up at him, completely in disbelief that once again, once more I fell in love with Miles Gonzalo Morales. And he's going to be my doom, I know it

Miless p.o.v

One, I don't think she realizes she said that out loud, and two, you know that feeling when your organs get flushed out and replaced with butterflies? That's basically how I felt. And believe me, half of the time I don't know what to say to her, whatever I say, I just do. She's perfect, mine to ruin, but I don't want to do that, I don't want to hurt her.

She's attached to me— deeply. While that may not be a bad thing, it isn't good either. I've studied (y/n) for a while within us being together, she's the 'i love you so that means I'd die for you' type but I can't let that happen. If anyone's sacrificing themself for the other its me— I wasn't raised otherwise, she hasn't taught me to love otherwise. Crucify me after for leaving my beautiful tesoro on the earth by herself, id deserve it. And I definitely think I'm the only one deserving of her.

Props to the jackass that fumbled, forever grateful to you.

Before I could answer, her hand fell flat against my chest, the warmth of it tugging me into sleep with her.

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Waking up, I saw a blue sky instead of the black abyss I was accustomed to . This became a regular thing since I started sleeping with her— physically, not y'know, she says she's not ready for that. Often, I had to push back meetings and missions with my uncle because of it.

Shit, speaking of that, today I intend to ask my uncle for at least 2 months of off jobs, and I know he'll come through, hopefully. School re-opens tomorrow, and while it's my first time back, it'll be her first time ever. I can't nor do I want to miss this for her.

Getting up, (y/n) gripped tightly onto my shirt forcing me to stay down. They were just her reflexes coming into play, but I still complied, waiting until she was comfortable to get up. From what happened I do not want to wake this girl up again. She placed her head onto my leg, be it any other day I would've stayed until she woke up, but if I wanted those months off I'd need to get my phone somewhere in the kitchen.

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With minimal back and forth, Uncle Aaron and I settled on 3months no jobs (he'd cover) with me coming in every Saturday 9-10, am to pm to keep overview on plan Burn Brooklyn. I promise it isn't what it sounds like.

Handing me my bag, he went behind his mini- bar and poured out something— Bailey's probably. Man is addicted to that shit. I understand though, kinda. What a time when he let me go through his cabinets after a fight with (y/n), I was a mess. She called me a hot mess.

Draping an arm around my neck, he noticed that unlike times before, instead of slanting downwards his arm tilted up.

"You're growing up, and fast Miles" Using the strength from his arm he turned us around to face the windows. Sunrises never intrigued me, but the sunsets were something else. He took a small swig at the cup before continuing.

"You're finding love, making it out, doing your best" I noticed hand movements from him at the corner of my eye. Uncle Aaron was crying. Uncle Aaron is crying.

"If I found a piece more of myself in you I'd say that you were just like me when I fell for yo—" He cleared his throat, stopping himself.

"You're not just doing this for us are you, she's involved isn't she"

I wasn't going to lie to Uncle Aaron over a question, I didn't even give him a answer to what he already knows. Despite the constant liquor intake he produced a smooth laugh, his hand repeatedly patting my bag.

"I like her a lot Uncle Aaron"

"Like is a feeble word for what you two have, we're happy to see you like this"

"we?"

"Rio and I"

So it's everybody in our business? Cool

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I'd prefer above all things walking beside my love to go home like we usually do, but unfortunately he had to call out of school. Typical, atleast he trusts me enough to walk home by myself, and with what I've learned from him I'm sure to be alright.

"Hand in your pocket hermosa, the watch looks shiny and that's what they like out here"

"Walk only where I showed you, if not the safest area but it's safer"

And he's referring to roads nearby Aaron's house so he's always here and there if I need him. It's ironic that a "criminal" makes the city safer for me and not some superficial superhero.

Sudden thuds draw me back to reality, what the hell? I recognize that thing, it's what I came through— a portal.

Fada God.

Action resumes on the road adjacent to me, an escapee of some sort and someone running after them.

My heart and pace speeds up as I stare through my peripheral at the hero of the encounter. Those where they can peep from buildings, street corners and alleyways at the commotion. It's something no one has ever seen, except for a comics con nerd. I'm not one, but I know exactly who that person is— the figure and combat style is just too familiar.

Fada. God. Not today. Abeg. Please.

"Is that Spiderman? And not just any Spiderman… Is that thee fucking Miles Morales?"

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Still re-wrote everything cause life didn't end when Tumblr decided to delete it 🙂.

It's kinda short, but work with it until I can update more tmrw on it 🙂.

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drocprboii · 1 month ago

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Inevitable

It was a typical Tuesday night at the bear bar downtown, and Ozzy Carter was beginning to be bored of it all. The same clout-hungry, insta-famous men with more ego than body hair- and there was a LOT of body hair to go around- strutted around like they owned the joint, making sure that everyone in the room knew they were present so they could admire and adore them as they believed they deserved.

He wasn’t totally sure why he even bothered to show up tonight. He’d wanted a break from all the overtime he has been pulling at work, sure, but there were other ways to spend what little free time he allowed himself. He’d only had some vague sense of somehow needing to be here. For what, he didn’t know, and he was beginning to see that listening to his instincts had clearly been a mistake that evening. If he’d only knew how drastically his life was about to change, and how far off the rails it would fall, maybe he would have chosen a different way to spend his evening. But here he was.

Just as he was about to cut his losses and call it a night, Ozzy saw him. A huge mountain of a man had sat his double wide dump truck of an ass onto a now precarious-looking bar stool. His enormous belly took up his entire lap, with two large, heavy looking tits resting comfortably on top of it. His wide, handsome face was framed by a thick beard, which itself was framed by a thick double chin. A tuft of chest hair poked out of the top his black tank top, which rose up just enough in the back for Ozzy to see the top of the crack of his ass. He took a beer from the bartender with his large, puffy hands, and the considerable amount of arm fat dipped back slightly when he took a drink.

Ozzy’s dick jumped to attention immediately. He had always had a strong attraction to fat men, and this newcomer checked all the boxes. He must have been a fairly recent arrival in town; a large man like him would have been noticeable anywhere had he been around before. A night with him would be one for the books, Ozzy thought. He considered approaching him to make conversation- taking a large swig of his own beer for some extra courage- when he realized that the man was already looking in his direction. He gave a small, confident smirk, and raised his beer towards the smaller man. As Ozzy raised his in response, the man gestured for him to join him at the bar. Surprised, and a bit shy, Ozzy walked over slowly.

“Hey there, handsome,” the big man said warmly. “What are you doing over there all by yourself?”

“Oh, I uh…” Ozzy began nervously, taking another sip of his beer. “Just people watching, I guess.”

The man chuckled, his chest bouncing slightly. Ozzy tried not to redirect his gaze as he continued. “Honestly, I’m not really into the scene. Just kind of felt like being here was the right choice tonight, for whatever reason.”

“That so?” The man asked. He took a hearty swig of his beer, and belched loudly. Again, Ozzy tried to ignore the tightening in his pants as he excused himself and continued. “Ain’t that something.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” the guy answered. “I felt like I needed to be here tonight too.”

“Really now?” Ozzy asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes indeed.” The man downed his beer and signaled the bartender for another. Then he turned to Ozzy and offered his hand. “Trenton.”

“Ozzy.” He shook Trenton’s hand and offered a grin. “Nice to meet you.”

“And you.” Trenton smiled back and took another drink. He looked Ozzy up and down, smiling still, but something was different about his gaze. He seemed like he was sizing Ozzy up. Then he continued. “I’m guessing from your outfit, you probably came here straight from your… office job, am I right?”

Ozzy blinked in surprise. Sure, he was dressed in his blue button up and khakis, but was it that obvious? “Actually, yeah. Just getting off of my third straight week of overtime.”

“Yikes,” Trenton said with another little laugh. He continued to drink his second beer as he went on. “A workaholic, I see.”

“I am, yeah,” Ozzy responded with a chuckle of his own. “Gotta put in the work to move up in the world. You know how it goes.”

“Once upon a time, yeah I did,” Trenton said. He polished off his beer again and asked the bartender for a third. “But I found that life is a hell of a lot more enjoyable when you just let things like that go.”

Ozzy raised an eyebrow. “That so?”

“It is so, yeah.” Trenton grinned again. “Work. Family. The gym, obviously.” He let out another laugh as he slapped his substantial belly. Ozzy tried to keep eye contact as he went on. “When you let go… you’re free. It’s the best feeling.”

“I’m glad that works for you, man,” Ozzy said mildly. “But I have too many plans for my life to just ‘let go’. It’d be nice, but…” He shrugged.

Trenton’s grin widened. He gave Ozzy a once over again, and the smaller man noticed that there was now a strange hunger in them. A longing. Then it seemed to just disappear, and he said “You wanna get out of here? Let’s head back to my place.”

Now both of Ozzy’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Trenton swung his thick legs around and slid slowly off of the barstool, taking his hand. “I’m claiming you now before anybody else in here gets the idea to.”

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For such a fat man, Trenton was not hurting in the dick department. He revealed his long, girthy member as they undressed in-between long, sensual kissing. As he grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand, he looked into Ozzy’s eyes and asked “You sure you want to do this?”

“Fuck yeah,” Ozzy answered, kissing him again and running his hands through every fold of fat he could reach. “Make me yours, baby.”

That look again. That hunger. Trenton smiled again, but this time it had a hint of maliciousness to it. It was more of a smug smirk. “All I needed to hear.”

He then lifted his belly up and plunged into Ozzy suddenly, wasting no time. Ozzy let out a pained scream that Trenton silenced with a fat hand over his mouth. As he pounded the smaller man’s tight little ass, he whispered into his ear. “You’re gonna be such a good little piggy. Such a great hog. I know it. I feel it.”

Ozzy was confused, but the questions died in his throat once the pain turned to pleasure, and he threw it back against the rhythmic pounding. Minutes later, Trenton let out a harsh groan and Ozzy felt him nut inside of him, feeling the warm spurts deep within his ass, which in turn made him orgasm more powerfully than he ever had before. They both flopped onto their backs, spent. Ozzy felt Trenton pull him closer, wrapping his arms around him. Spending the night hadn’t been the plan, but he was so comfortable, and Trenton was so warm. Before he knew it, he’d dozed off.

—-

The smell of frying bacon awoke him. He opened his eyes and turned to see Trenton, wearing a shirt that was clearly two sizes too small, working over a stove. He turned to Ozzy and smiled. “Morning,” he said. “Thought I’d make us some breakfast before you headed out.”

Ozzy smiled back. “That’s pretty sweet of you,” he said as he checked his watch. He saw with a shock that it was almost noon. “Damn, I really slept in.”

“You didn’t have somewhere to be, did you?” Trenton asked.

Normally, Ozzy would have replied with “Yeah, I have some work to catch up on.” But he was so comfortable, and the breakfast Trenton was preparing smelled so good. “No. I have time if you do.”

Trenton’s smiled widened. “That’s what I love to hear.”

A few moments later, he handed Ozzy an enormous plate of bacon, sausage links, eggs and four slices of buttered toast. Ozzy was stunned at the amount; this must have been a normal amount for Trenton, but he was sure he wouldn’t be able to finish it all. He looked up to say as much, but Trenton met his gaze with a knowing, sly smirk. “Eat,” he said with a commanding timbre to his voice. And so Ozzy set to it with gusto. Twenty minutes later, to his shock, the plate was clean. He leaned back and rubbed his distended stomach, letting out a loud, prolonged burp. “Whew! Excuse me.”

Trenton, who had been watching him shovel all that food down, grinned widely. “You’re excused, baby boy.” He reached out and rubbed Ozzy’s enlarged stomach. “You’re gonna be perfect,” he said in quieter tone.

Ozzy looked at him, confused. “What?”

Trenton laughed. “Nothing, cutie. Nothing at all.” He lumbered to his feet, and stretched his pudgy hand out to Ozzy. “Heading out, yeah?”

Ozzy nodded. He didn’t mean to make an abrupt departure, but he also didn’t want to overstay his welcome. “Yeah, I should probably get going.” He turned slightly sheepish as he said, “Um… can I see you again?”

“Oh, you will,” Trenton said with confidence. “You’ll be back before you know it.”

Ozzy stared at him, slightly bemused. “Oh, will I?”

“Yes.” Trenton’s tone became serious, but his grin stretched wider and that hungry look came back into his eyes. “You will.”

Ozzy felt a sudden sense of disquiet. The fat man’s bold proclamation carried a strange undertone, one that unnerved him and yet… also assured him?

He dressed quickly and made his way to the door. “Thanks for the evening,” he said quickly, as he rushed out the door. And as he hurried down the hallway, he was sure he heard Trenton reply, “See you soon, piggy!”

—-

Ozzy arrived home an hour later, the strange encounter still replaying in his mind. See you soon, piggy. He was sure that’s what Trenton has said as he left. But, a pig? Him? He was still in fairly good shape; no six pack, sure, but he had a solid stomach, a decent amount of muscle on his arms and legs, and a nice little bubble butt. And it’s not like he had some phobia of gaining weight- that would make him a huge hypocrite, given his preferred type of man- but he was damn sure not a piggy.

Fucking weirdo, he thought with a shake of his head.

He walked into his kitchen and grabbed an energy drink, popped it open, and drank deeply. Pushing the encounter from his mind, he returned to the living room and grabbed the controller to his PS5. Usually he spent what little downtime he allowed himself playing video games, but something was distracting him today. He couldn’t get himself into the game, couldn’t properly focus.

It wasn’t the odd encounter with Trenton that distracted him; he had succeeded in letting that go. No, it was something else. Something that felt more instinctual. But what it was continued to elude him as he played on. After his fifth failed in-game raid, however, he had to set the controller down and actually ponder what the issue was. It wasn’t until he heard a loud, prolonged growl from his stomach that he realized the problem: he was hungry.

At first, he was a little surprised. He’d had such a big breakfast at Trenton’s, he didn’t think he’d be so hungry so soon. But when his stomach growled its demand again, he knew something had to be done. He ordered a pepperoni pizza and some garlic knots with his phone, reasoning that whatever he didn’t finish could serve as leftovers for later that night. He switched from the game to a movie and slid out of his pants, making himself more comfortable. The pizza arrived thirty minutes later, and after tipping the delivery girl, he set to work. He figured he’d only have two or three slices, but his hunger must have been worse than he thought. Before he knew it, he had finished the whole pie, knots and all.

Sitting back, he rubbed on his stuffed gut, easing the bloated feeling. Damn, he thought with some surprise. Didn’t think I was that hungry. He stretched contentedly on the couch, making himself more comfortable. I’ll just work a little harder at the gym later to work it off. No big deal.

And with that thought, he started to doze off. His dreams were odd; Trenton was there, often with food in hand. First it was a tray of burgers, then it switched to tacos, then cakes, pies, ice cream… Eat up piggy, he commanded in his smooth baritone. You know you will. You know you can’t resist anymore. And Ozzy would oblige, stuffing his face, feeling his stomach push out further and further, and it felt so good, it felt so right…

He awoke with a start in the dark to the sound of his phone going off. Sleepily, he reached out and checked to see who was calling. His friend from work, Joey, was trying to reach him. He answered the call. “Yo?”

“Man, what happened to you?” Joey asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“What are you talking about?” Ozzy asked, yawning.

“We were supposed to meet at the gym an hour ago, remember?” Joey said in an indignant tone. “What, you bail and can’t even let me know?”

Ozzy then began to notice just how dark it was, and looked over at the clock on the counter. It was 7:30; he’d slept all day. “Shit,” he said, embarrassed. “My bad bro. Time must have got away from me. I just ate and knocked out.”

Joey scoffed. “Well shit, next time let me know when you’re gonna sleep the day away.”

“Sorry,” Ozzy said, still feeling a bit ashamed. “Rain check?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Joey said, and Ozzy could see him shaking his head in his mind’s eye. “You’re good though?”

“Yeah, I’m straight. Guess I just needed to catch up on some sleep.”

“A’ight, I understand. Just give me a heads up the next time you wanna play Sleeping Beauty on a gym day.”

Ozzy snorted. “Will do. See you tomorrow.” He hung up and stretched, yawning as he did so. Before he could even decide what he was about to do now, his stomach growled loudly yet again.

Seriously?

—-

“Well well, somebody had quite the weekend,” Jack Hughes, Ozzy’s manager, said snidely as the young man speed walked into the office twenty minutes late.

“Sorry about this, Mr. Hughes,” Ozzy apologized. “Train delays were pretty bad this morning.” That, however, was a lie: Ozzy had stopped at the nearby fast food spot to pick up a few breakfast sandwiches before work. He adjusted his belt as he sat at his desk, feeling it press into his bloated stomach.

“Ah, it’s fine,” Mr. Hughes said, waving his hand. “You work so hard around here, I suppose I can give you a pass this once. Just don’t make a habit of it.”

“Yes sir,” Ozzy said, and he turned to his computer to start the day. For the most part, his shift went as normal; however, when lunch time came around, he walked himself back down to the same place he got breakfast and picked up two double cheeseburgers and a Coke. His appetite, to his slight alarm, was increasing rapidly, and he had no idea why. But he found that his nerves were soothed after every meal. Besides, he was heading to the gym after work and he’d be sure to put in some extra effort to balance things out.

Or so he believed at the time.

As the day drew to a close, he found himself thinking longingly of his couch, where he could stretch out and get comfortable.

Better order something too, he thought, and his stomach growled in agreement.

“Ready for the gym, Oz?” Joey asked as he came into view from around the corner. His gym bag was sling over his shoulder, and Ozzy realized with a pang of surprise- and though he wouldn’t admit it, relief- that he had left his at home.

“Shit, I was in such a hurry this morning I left my bag at home,” he lied. “I’ll be there tomorrow though, I swear.”

Joey’s eyes narrowed, and he looked Ozzy up and down. His eyes came to rest on his stomach. “Maybe you should go grab it and meet me there. Unless you want to ignore that little gut you’re growing.”

Ozzy looked down and realized that his stomach did in fact look bigger than it had on Friday. A small difference, sure- just a little layer of fat- but a difference nonetheless.

“I said I’ll be there tomorrow,” he said coolly, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. “Goodnight, man.”

Joey rolled his eyes. “Right. Goodnight.”

—-

He did not, in fact, go to the gym the next day, or any day that week. In fact, when he looked back, he realized the previous Friday was the last time he would ever set foot in one. For the next few weeks, Ozzy’s routine was the same; he would stop to grab a large breakfast, work until lunch, grab his now-usual order of two double cheeseburgers (which he eventually turned into full meals complete with fries and shakes), and then made his way back to the office where he would push his way to the end of his shift. Joey never asked about the gym again; he saw, although Ozzy didn’t quite understand yet himself, exactly who he was becoming.

The shift in personality, although abrupt to everyone around him, didn’t even register to him as the weeks turned into months. What did start to register to him, however, was his growing waistline. His once solid stomach was becoming a full fledged gut that started to sag over his belt, with love handles growing in on the sides; his pecs had softened and became a small set of moobs, and his butt was widening more and more everyday. His size didn’t seem to register to him yet though; always, he assumed that once he got back into the gym, his problems would be solved. But that day never seemed to come. What did come, however, was his growing annoyance with having to come into work. The commute has beginning to become a real hassle, and it was becoming more tiring by the day. He decided to take some time off, just to relax and regain his bearings. He had a ton of unused time off, about a months worth, so he decides to use it.

“Good idea,” Mr. Hughes said, looking at him with some thinly veiled disdain. “Your work has been very substandard lately. Hopefully this helps to get you back on track.”

Ozzy didn’t know what he was talking about, but he didn’t much care. All that mattered to him was getting home and getting something to eat. Already, he was plotting in how he could extend his time away from work even longer. He’d much rather spend the time eating and relaxing.

—-

And so as one month became two, and two became three- he’d requested a leave of absence, and had surprisingly gotten it approved- Ozzy spent the days eating from the time he hauled his growing body out of bed in the morning, til he fell asleep on the couch in the evening, covered in crumbs and food residue. His weight spiraled; his belly was well on its way to covering his entire lap while sitting, his moobs grew larger and started to rest comfortably on top of it. His love handles had become very thick, and his arms began to get weighed down with small saddlebags of fat. His neck had almost completely disappeared; a double chin was slowly taking its place. Some dim part of him was becoming increasingly alarmed; the abandonment of responsibility, the lack of commitment to the gym, all this goddamn eating, it wasn’t who he was. He needed to get back on track, that small part of him knew it. But then his stomach would growl once more, and those thoughts became immediately silenced by trying to satisfy this insatiable hunger that possessed him from morning to night.

One evening, not long before his leave was up- and he was already trying to devise a way to extend it- his phone pinged with a message from a number he didn’t recognize. Putting down his third burger, he wiped his greasy hands on his stained tank top and picked up the phone.

Hey you. Been a while, the message read.

Who is this? Ozzy typed back.

Trenton, came the reply.

He blinked in surprise. He’d put his night with Trenton far from his mind- his conscious mind, anyway; he was still having very vivid dreams that usually resulted in a more intense binge eating session than usual- and besides, how had he gotten his number?

When he asked him as much, Trenton responded: Texted it to myself when you were still asleep that night ;)

Ozzy scoffed, indignant. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Before he could say that in his next message though, Trenton sent another. Eating pretty good, eh?

His eyes widened. How could he know that?

Bet you haven’t seen a gym in months, came the next message.

For your information, I still go pretty regularly, Ozzy responded, angrily hitting the send button.

Immediately, Trenton responded. Don’t lie to me piggy. Let me see that all that new fat you’ve been growing.

How the hell-? Yeah, I’ll be blocking this number now.

Come over, was the response. I want to see you.

Ozzy was appalled at the man’s audacity. He stole his phone number, called him a pig, and now he was demanding he come to his house? But if he was truly so appalled… then why was his dick suddenly rock hard?

He got himself off of the couch and hurried to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face and get himself together. Once he caught sight of himself properly in the mirror though, he took a real assessment of his new body. Nobody would ever be able to tell that just months previously, he’d been a fairly fit and hard working guy. The man staring back was nothing short of a fat slob; there was food residue all over his now too-small undershirt, from which his gut hung out of the bottom. He hadn’t shaved at all since his last day in the office; his stubble had taken over his face and neck almost as much as his new fat had. The worst part was, all this did was make him hungrier, and hornier. What the hell had happened to him?

Trenton had something to do with this, he was sure. His entire life had changed after their night together. And realizing this, he knew what to do. He showered, threw on the only shirt of his that still somewhat fit and a pair of clean sweatpants, and left his apartment.

On my way, he typed as he walked to the stairs.

—-

As exited the elevator in Trenton’s apartment building, Ozzy hesitated. The air had shifted; he felt as if every step he took was leading him to a precipice that he might not return from. Was confronting Trenton so important? He could just as easily take responsibility for letting himself go, turn around, and start making the efforts to return to being who he was before that night. He didn’t need to see the guy again.

But he wanted answers. He needed them. So there really wasn’t any other choice. He approached the door and knocked.

Trenton answered, shirtless and wearing a pair of basketball shorts. He was still as massive- and as gorgeous- as he’d been that night. Again, Ozzy stiffened at the sight of him. But he willed himself to focus on the matter at hand. Trenton looked him up and down, eyes wide and huge smirk growing on his face.

“Well goddamn, fat boy! Somebody’s been busy, I see!” He backed up and out of the doorway. “Come in!”

“What the hell is happening to me?” Ozzy said angrily. “What the hell did you do?”

“What did I do? Nah, baby. You did this. I haven’t seen you in months, remember? So it’s not like I was forcing the food into you.”

“You did something!” Ozzy snapped. “Before I met you, I had plans. I had goals. I had a future. I wanted to make something of myself. Then I spend the night with you, and-“

“-I showed you who were really were,” Trenton finished for him. The smirk on his face grew larger. “Or should I say, who you were always meant to be.”

Ozzy looked at him, his eyes widening in confusion. “I… you… what?”

Trenton took a step toward him, that hungry look having come back into his face. “You were always going to be this, Ozzy. Maybe it would have happened further down the line, after you got your big promotion and your raise and all those nice things you wanted for yourself. But it was going to happen. I just… well, sped the process up a little bit.”

Ozzy said nothing, feeling nothing but confusion and shock. What the hell was he talking about?

Trenton took a few more steps toward him. “I have a gift, you know. A gift to help guys like you become exactly who they were meant to be. Who they’ve always wanted to be, but held themselves back for whatever reason. Pressures from family, or friends, or society, or whatever petty excuses they make for themselves. I help them let go. I don’t know exactly how it works, but I know that after a night with me, they stop caring about all of that. They let themselves go. They get fat, they become slobs, they turn into who they always wanted to be but didn’t have the courage to become. Like you. It’s inevitable.”

His huge gut softly collided with Ozzy’s as he took one last step forward. His eyes burned into the smaller man’s, and Ozzy couldn’t look away. Couldn’t protest, even though he desperately wanted to.

“I had you pegged the moment I saw you,” Trenton said softly. “I knew you just needed that push that only I could give. And boy, did I give it to you.” He snickered. “But I didn’t just want to send you on your way like the others. I’ve been wanting to reach out before tonight, but…” And suddenly his cheeks grew red and he broke eye contact, looking away as if he was embarrassed.

“But…?” Ozzy repeated, curious.

“Well, I thought we kind of had a more… serious connection. Maybe I just imagined it, I don’t know, but I felt something different with you.” Trenton re-established eye contact, and his gaze was steady as he continued. “You look beautiful, you know that?” He reached out and took a handful of Ozzy’s gut, jiggling it.

Ozzy was almost completely gone. The last bit of who he was tried to protest. “Trenton, I can’t… I’m not… this isn’t…”

“You?” Trenton finished. He pressed his body into Ozzy’s, and whispered into his ear. “It’s always been you.”

And with that, he pulled Ozzy in and kissed him passionately. The last bit of resistance crumbled, and Ozzy kissed him back. Their clothes came off, and they made their way To Trenton’s bedroom. The larger man pushed him onto the bed, grabbed his legs, and pulled him close. Like a favorite glove, his dick slid right back into place as it has been months earlier. He started slowly, rhythmically, pleasuring in the extra padding Ozzy had added to his ass before increasing his tempo.

“You love being fat, don’t you baby?” He grunted as he thrusted deeper and deeper.

“Yes, daddy,” Ozzy gasped in response, reveling in the pleasure, feeling every part of him jiggle with each thrust.

“You gonna keep getting fat for me, aren’t you piggy?” Trenton said roughly, as he pulled Ozzy closer by his legs and went even deeper.

“Yes, daddy!” Ozzy said through gritted teeth.

“Good, ‘cuz I want my piggy huge. I want my piggy bigger than me. You gonna outgrow me, you fat fucking pig?”

“Yes… yes! I’ll get as fat as you want me to be!” Ozzy answered, meaning every word.

And hearing that, Trenton immediately came in Ozzy’s ass. Hot, thick, ropey nut spurted from his dick for almost a full minute as Ozzy climaxed in unison, coating Trenton’s enormous belly with cum. Spent, the two collapsed into each others arms, panting heavily. Trenton kissed Ozzy’s forehead and pulled him closer.

“Welcome home, baby,” he said as Ozzy drifted off to sleep.

—-

*Three years later*

“Babe! The food is here,” Trenton called as he made his way back to the couch from the front door, arms ladened with a half-dozen pizza boxes. He set them down and planted himself back on the couch, panting slightly.

“I’m coming!” came Ozzy’s reply from the bathroom. Moments later, he rounded the corner and waddled into view. Trenton marveled at the sight of him; he must have gained at least three hundred pounds since he moved in a few years ago. His huge belly jiggled and swayed with every step, having reached his knees. His tits hung down and sagged to his sides, preventing him from putting his large, soft arms all the way down properly. His neck had long since disappeared, having been overtaken by two extra chins. But Trenton’s favorite part of him was his enormous, wide ass, which he slapped as he passed.

Ozzy laughed as he sat his huge body down next to him. “Hey, food first. Foreplay later.”

“The food is the foreplay,” Trenton said with a wink and a nudge. “Eat up, piggy.”

He held a slice in front of Ozzy’s face, and immediately his lover got to work. It didn’t take long for them to get through all of the pizza- four for him, two for Trenton, who Ozzy had dwarfed by a hundred pounds a while back. As the two let out large, contented belches, Ozzy said, “Thank you, by the way.”

Trenton looked at him, confused. “For what?”

“For giving me the courage to be my true self,” Ozzy said with a smile as he patted his substantial gut. “I’m so glad I didn’t have to wait for this.”

Trenton grinned back and kissed him, fondling his belly as well. “Like I said, baby. It was only a matter of time.”

(My first little foray into gainer fiction. Let me know what y’all think!)

#getting chunky #weight gain story #bhm wg #getting bigger #gainer stories

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bgomtori · 9 months ago

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10 - again?

09 | masterlist | 11

warnings - slight depictions of nail/ skin picking

notes - i'm so sorry for the slow updates :' i'm drowning in school work and i have a sprained thumb 😢 but i'm trying my best to update this smau asap! along with a bday post for gyu :)

the lunch bell rung, students quickly sprung out of their seats after thanking the teacher, making a beeline towards the cafeteria before it gets too crowded. you slowly walked towards the rooftop, your and beomgyu's secret hideout during any break, however today was definitely not your day

"oh, yn." a familiar voice called your name, you cringed at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue. "what do you want hyunjin." turning around to face the slightly taller male.

"yikes how cold. did you receive my note?" hyunjin asked, eyes burning into your soul. you wanted to get out of the situation quickly, but you didn't know how. you were rooted on the ground, unsure of what to do. "yea, why did you leave it in there." you spat, anger coursing through your veins. how is he talking to you so casually after everything he has done?

"isn't it obvious? i missed you, i've realised my mistake yn, you made such a huge impact in my life, i don't know what to do without you. please give me another chance?" hyunjin confessed, his hand placed on his heart, his face looking remorseful. you couldn't trust him, yet it felt genuine. your heart raced, not because you were feeling flustered but more of anxiousness, your mind was blank, unable to process anything hyunjin said. feeling conflicted, you felt tears pricking your eyes, fuck you didn't want to look vulnerable infront of hyunjin.

"yn?" a voice sounded, interrupting your train of thought. you heaved a sigh of relief as you saw beomgyu standing behind hyunjin, holding a plastic bag filled with food he bought for the both of you. beomgyu glared at hyunjin, purposely bumping into his shoulder, before grabbing your hand to guide you up to the rooftop.

as soon as you reached the rooftop, the atmosphere between you and beomgyu was awkward— it was obvious that beomgyu was confused to why hyunjin was talking to you. you started to pick on your nails, a habit of yours whenever you get nervous. beomgyu noticed this and placed your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours, his thumb gently rubbing against your knuckles.

"don't do that, you'll hurt yourself." beomgyu whispered, his words slightly muffled from the food he still had in his mouth. "you're not mad?" you turned your head to look at him, slightly surprised to see him unfazed.

"why would i? i'm just upset that he's trying to do something on you-" beomgyu swallowed his food, "i'll never be mad at you yn, but all i want you to do is just tell me about anything that's bothering you, i'll help you." beomgyu continued, pulling you closer to him. the warmth of his body making you feel at ease. you knew that you could trust beomgyu, you did, but a part of you was going against it. you had a lot of your mind, only to come back to your sense after beomgyu gave you a soft squeeze on your hand. you looked into beomgyu's worried eyes, licking your lips before telling him what happened after he left you in the morning.

"i think hyunjin might be doing something, i'm not sure, i'll see if he leaves anymore letters after today to confirm it. beomgyu, i'm really scared, what if he's plotting something to break us apart." you rambled, not knowing that you were unintentionally scratching your thigh out of pure nervousness. beomgyu whince at the sight of you involuntarily harming yourself, he took your other hand, carressing it slowly.

"don't worry too much, i'll make sure that he won't and can't do anything to make you feel this way again. i'll try my best to protect you mkay?" beomgyu reassured, tucking the loose strand on hair behind your ear as he cupped your cheeks. you nodded your head, taking small bites out of the bibimbap beomgyu bought to share with you.

you were glad that beomgyu was able to perfectly comfort your with his words amd actions at the same time, you felt so lucky.

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kittyball23 · 10 months ago

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Haha, we need another Birthday Fanfic. But this time it's Branch's first birthday with his brother and him all grown up and back together again. The 4 bros might've done a similar shenanigan during their decorations unknowingly Branch already decorated the place himself with his new invention.

Figured I'd release this in time for Justin Timberlake's 43rd birthday 😃

Birthday Man (a Trolls fanfic)

John Dory had agreed to not take on the leadership role any longer when it came to him and his brothers. He had agreed to comply with the newfound leniency among them.

But still, that didn't quite mean that old habits didn't die hard.

The green-haired Troll hummed to himself, a little shake in his hips while he worked to decorate the earthen walls of Branch's bunker with balloons and streamers.

“Birthday boy, birthday boy, everybody make way to-day for the birthday boy!”

John Dory chuckled to himself. “Wow! I can't believe I still remember that little jingle from back in the day!”

Clay smirked, picking out a handful of confetti. “Oh, you mean back when you weren't old?”

JD gasped. “I'm not old!” he huffed. “I just have, um… seniority,” he said, liking the way that term sounded just a little better.

“Oh, okay, you keep telling yourself that,” Bruce said, he and Clay laughing to themselves.

JD narrowed his eyes. “Oh yeah? Well, I'm telling you guys that we better get moving! Those streamers need to be streaming, the balloons need to be popping! Well, in a figurative sense, not literally… oh! And I don't wanna see anything without confetti, are we clear?”

Clay and Bruce crossed their arms, exchanged a glance, and then slowly turned back to him.

“Yeah, we get it, Clay finally said, “And I know just where to start…”

In a flash,the handful of confetti he was holding was splashed right onto John Dory’s face!

“Hey!” the eldest brother yelped in surprise. “What was that for?”

“For being bossy, like you said you wouldn't be!” Clay quipped.

“What? I'm not being bossy! I was just trying to make sure everything'll be ready for when Branch comes!... But I guess I coulda been nicer about it, huh?” he said, considering how he'd spoken to his bros. He grimaced and shuffled a foot on the floor in embarrassment. “Oops. My bad, dudes.”

Bruce put a hand up. “Hey, it's all right, man. Accept our token of apology for jumping to conclusions so quickly.” Suddenly, Bruce flung out another huge handful of confetti and smacked JD right in between the eyes. The purple and lime-green Trolls burst into peals of laughter at the jaw-dropped look of shock on their older brother’s face.

JD frowned and determinedly set his goggles over his eyes. “Oh, it is ON!”

The walls of the bunker were forgotten as JD focused on decorating his brothers in retaliation, and the room was filled with shouts, laughs, and noisy banter.

From the kitchen, where Floyd was busy icing the Fluffleberry cake, the magenta-haired Troll heard the commotion and quickly ran into the room. “Oh no…” Not a fight! He breathed in deeply, calming himself before he stepped in to calm the bros. “Guys!” he called, putting his hands up. “John Dory! Bruce! Clay! Anyone?” His only response was a “Hiya!” and before he knew it, he was engulfed from head to toe in glitter from one of his eldest brother's star bombs.

“Yikes!” John Dory gasped. “My bad, Floyd, that was supposed to be for Clay!”

The lime-green-haired Troll blew a raspberry at him mockingly, causing JD to scowl at first, but then he sighed. “You're right, Floyd. I guess we better call it quits and - “

“No,” Floyd said, putting his hand up. Then, snatching the remaining star bombs from JD’s hands, he flung them at Bruce and Clay. “Let the war continue!”

And, in an explosion of glitter, it did!

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“Branch, you are gonna love this!”

Poppy’s gushing made the blue Troll smirk, even if he couldn't see just yet. “Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Nope!” Viva replied for her sister. “And just to be sure you don't…” Both pink Trolls put their hands over his eyes, and the girls giggled as he grumbled.

“We're almost there!” Poppy said excitedly. She grabbed onto his arm, and he heard the whirring of his elevator platform, and knew that they were heading down into the bunker. What he heard next was a gasp from the sisters, and a ton of shrieks.

“Take that!”

“John Dory, let go of me!”

“OUCH! Did you just bite me?!”

“That's what you get!”

“Uhhh, what is going on?” Branch called out loudly. He peeled the girls’ hands away from his eyes and saw his four older brothers quickly scramble together and throw their arms up in the air.

“Surprise, Branch!”

Branch’s eyes widened the more be looked around the room, with trinkets and keepsakes that he’d collected over the years knocked over, and a colorful mess in the form of birthday decor lining everything he saw… including the four disheveled bros who clearly wore embarrassment on their faces despite the concealing smiles. And was his lamp on fire?!

“Well…” Branch said after a second. “I, um… sure am surprised…”

Floyd looked down. “‘Continue the war,’ what was I thinking?” He covered his face in his hands with a whimper.

“Chill, dude, we were just having some fun,” John Dory said, putting an arm around Floyd.

“Maybe we got a little carried away, though,” Bruce pointed out, plucking a piece of confetti from Clay’s hair and watching as it fell to the floor among the dozens of others that were already there.

“Yeah, sorry, Branch,” Clay said.

Branch surprisingly did not look upset. “Guys, I appreciate it, but it doesn't have to be perfect, remember?”

“Just as long as we're together,” Poppy finished, clasping her hand with his.

“That's right,” Branch replied, the two of them looking at each other lovingly.

The boys smirked at the cute display of affection. Suddenly, Branch became aware and broke his gaze to clear his throat and clarify.

“I - I mean us. Like, all of us.”

“Sure ya did, Branch,” JD said teasingly.

Not wanting his bro to continue being embarrassed, Floyd drew the attention to himself. “Say, guys, I know Branch said that being perfect doesn't really matter… but maybe we should clean up? Just a little bit?”

“No, no, there's no need,” Branch said. “Because I got this!” He unveiled a very complex-looking piece of machinery that was hidden at the corner of the room.

“Wow!” Viva squeaked. “What is that?”

Branch patted the side of it proudly. “I call it the Do-It-Automatically Party Reorganizer. Or for short, the - “

“DIAPR!” John Dory, Bruce, and Clay laughed together in unison.

“Ha, ha, ha, yes, the ‘diaper,’” Branch laughed sarcastically. “Not intentional, by the way,” he clarified.

“You sure about that?” Clay chuckled.

Floyd put a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. “Show us how it works, Branch,” he encouraged kindly.

Branch gave him one nod and a small grin, and then pulled a lever. The machine whirled to life, lighting up and right away getting to work. Mechanical arms swept up any debris or stick or muck, wiping everything spotless and even spiffying the bros back up.

“Now that is one well-oiled machine!” Clay commented, impressed.

“Never thought I'd see a clean diaper,” John Dory joked.

“There's a first for everything,” Bruce shrugged.

Branch rolled his eyes at the diaper comment, but chose to ignore any witty remarks he wanted to fire back, since he had something else up his sleeve. “Wait for the best part,” he said, pushing a red button on the machine's side. It sputtered with vibrations for a sec, and then… BOOM! Like a cannon, decorations shot out from an opening on top, landing flawlessly on the walls, the ceilings, and anywhere else that looked becoming.

“Okay, one word,” Viva squealed, turning to Poppy as both girls replied at the same time. “Fantast-amazing!!”

They clapped their hands excitedly in congratulation, while Branch’s brothers did the same.

“One awesome machine!”

“From one awesome bro!”

“Who's gonna have one awesome cake!”

“To go along with his one awesome PARTY!!”

Branch shrugged his shoulders as his brothers glanced at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. “Awesome,” he said, prompting the group to laugh.

Suddenly, JD jolted like he just remembered something. “Holy cow! What're we standing around here for? Let's break out the cake! The presents!”

And, even though he sounded borderline bossy, the bros didn't argue. They scurried to the kitchen to grab the delectable pastry, while Poppy and Viva grabbed Branch by one arm each and whisked him away to the table. Branch’s blue eyes widened at the sight of the enormous cake that came out, all four brothers having to hold it tight and steady, and even then it still looked heavy.

“Get a good grip on it!” Bruce urged, until they managed to haul it onto the table.

Poppy and Viva left Branch’s side so they could join the quartet, turning it into a 6-part harmonious melody as they sang to him.

“Ooohmm…

Happy birthday to yoouu,

Happy birthday to yooouuu,

Happy birthday Baby BraaAaAnch…

Happy birthday to yooouuUUU…”

“And many moooore,” Viva crooned, skillfully striking the notes as well as she struck the match and brought the flame up to the candle's wick.

Branch’s smile fell for an instant when he got a better look at the candle, and its shape. “Two?” he cried, appalled. Surely, they knew he wasn't that young, didn't they?

JD looked up at the top of the cake and giggled. “Oops! Forgot the second number.” He patted his pockets, sure he had it, but unable to locate it. “Huh… where is that second candle?”

Floyd tapped his shoulder. “Right here,” he said, extending his hand out with the number six that he had been in search for.

“Ah, there we go!” he exclaimed happily, ruffling his younger brother's magenta hair in appreciation. He slid the candle next to the two… on the left side.

Branch was even more bamboozled. “SIXTY-two?!”

Clay bopped John Dory upside the head. “Dude, don't try to pin being the oldest on Branch, now!”

“Yeah, man, you still have that title fair and square,” Bruce agreed, fistbumping Clay.

JD snorted. “Hmph! And you're not too far behind there, Bruce!”

Regardless, John Dory slid the candle in its rightful place on the right side of the two. “Ayight, how's that?” he asked.

“Great!” Floyd chirped. He glanced at his younger bro and gestured at the cake. “All yours, Branch.”

The blue Troll smiled, shutting his eyes as he considered his wish, and with a great exhale of breath, he blew them out!

The Trolls erupted in enthusiastic cheers. Poppy snuggled against her boyfriend, causing a chain reaction of hugs to ensue as first John Dory, then Bruce, then Clay, then Floyd, and finally Viva squeezed him in a huge family embrace.

“What'd you wish for, Branch?” Floyd asked after a moment.

JD shoved him lightly in the shoulder. “Floyd! Don't make him say, or else it won't come true!”

Branch chuckled. “Yeah, I don't think that'll be a problem… cuz I wished that we'd all be able to sing and dance and be a family together, the way we used to be, and… I’d say that came pretty true, don’t you think?”

“Aww…” Poppy cooed. He was right. And that was a good wish.

John Dory looked a bit pensive, though, stroking his chin. “Hmm… I think ya might be a teensy bit wrong there, Branch.”

Branch raised an eyebrow, and Clay and Bruce were quick to shoot JD a warning look, unsure where their older brother was going with this and hoping that he would not say something that would in turn ruin Branch’s birthday.

But JD grinned ear to ear as he made his declaration. “We're not the exact way we were before. We're even better!”

And that was something that Branch could whole-heartedly agree with. They were older, wiser, and tighter than ever. He had his friends, his girlfriend, a yummy cake baked to his Grandma's exact delectable precision, adorable braids…

Wait.

He double took when glancing up and seeing a triple braided do on his head that almost seemed to manifest out of nowhere. But he knew the Troll responsible, and shot her a look.

“Whattya think? New birthday hairstyle to fit the birthday guy?” Viva giggled.

John Dory beamed. “Ooo! I like the way you’re thinkin’, girl!” He fist-bumped her, and Branch chuckled.

“Thanks, V,” he said.

After that, all Trolls dug into the cake, shared stories, and laughed and sang much of the night away. Branch was nothing but delighted. This wasn’t quite like his first birthday. Or like the birthdays he’d spent alone in his bunker. It was unique in its own way. Special, like his family.

A birthday that was one-hundred percent worth remembering.

#trolls #branch trolls #poppy trolls #viva trolls #brozone #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #dreamworks #thanks for the ask!#kittyball answers #fanfiction #kittyball writes #brodacious fanfiction

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cakerybakery · 2 months ago

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I’m getting ads on tumblr for a love spell to bring an ex back (which is weird alone and no thank you) but…

“So this spell will do what exactly? Make Eve go crazy for me again?” Adam asked, poking around the magic shop shelves as he waited for the demon behind the counter to mix together the ingredients for his purchase.

She paused. “It’ll bring you back your lost love. Make them see the future they could have with you if you were together. Help them fall in love with you again.”

Adam picked up brimstone skull, looked at the price tag, and quickly, and gently, put it back. “Yikes. And then we’ll bone. Nice.”

Maybe hell wasn’t so bad if he got Eve back. She left him centuries ago then got together with fucking Michael. Adam couldn’t believe both his ex-wives left him then immediately started fucking what was basically the same guy.

Fuck, man. Lucifer even fucked Eve after she left him. Then set her up with Michael! What the fuck was up with that? It’s like he didn’t want Adam to have Lilith or Eve but couldn’t keep Eve and handed her off to an inferior Lucifer as sloppy seconds.

Well, jokes on them. Lucifer and Michael were both eating out his sloppy seconds. Now he was going to steal Eve from Michael. Make the bitch want him again. He was going to cum in that cunt and then send her packing. Maybe he’d do the same to Lilith.

A thought sparked in his brain. ‘Or maybe I’ll string them both along. Get them both in my bed at the same time. Then dump them both.’

Yeah. He liked the idea of Lilith and Eve fighting to please his cock and then dumping them both and ruining both their relationships with the tiny twins.

Lucifer’s sad now? Adam would break that bitch.

His potion was done. Two drops in an eye dropper.

“You only need one.” The demon warned. “The second is just if you drop the first. Throw the whole thing into lava to get rid of the second drop. Drip the drop onto your wrist and they won’t be able to resist the visions. It only works on past love. So do keep that in mind. And no refunds, sweetie.”

Adam handed her the credit card he swiped from Lucifer that morning and left the shop.

He made his way slowly and windingly back to the hotel. Using Lucifer’s card to pick up some other shit that caught his fancy. When he got back he slipped it into Lucifer’s pocket easily.

Later he would overhear Lucifer mentioning finding it there to Charlie after searching the whole hotel for his credit card.

It took a couple of weeks but he managed to get Eve and Lilith to separately agree to meet with him at the same time.

He dressed as nicely as he could in his least ripped jeans and cleanest shirt, only worn twice since it was last washed, styled his hair up, and cleaned up his facial hair a bit.

Dabbing the first drop on his wrist, then the second to be sure. If one worked then two should work extra well, was Adam’s logic.

Now to snag the old goat’s card again. He’d treat the chicks to some salad or whatever bitches liked if they did a good job taking care of his cock.

It was easy enough to palm Lucifer’s wallet. He was trusting as an angel. Or perhaps he just thought no one would have the balls to steal from him. Adam got a couple feet with Lucifer’s credit card before his arm was grabbed.

“Adaaam!” Lucifer sang out. “How lovely to see you!”

He was pulled into a hug. Lucifer’s head resting on Adam’s gut and his hands -!

Adam squeaked as they squeezed his ass cheeks. Kneading them.

“HEY! Fuck, man! Get off me!” Adam shouted as he tried to shove Lucifer away.

Lucifer just giggled and grabbed harder. “I ever tell you, you’re pretty when you’re angry?”

“If you don’t let go of my ass,” he hissed, “I’m about to be the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.”

“You already are, sweetheart.” Lucifer smiled up at him.

Adam’s heart skipped a beat and he froze. ‘What the fuck was that??’

Lucifer was giving him these big innocent eyes as his hands were spreading Adam’s cheeks. “Let me take you out, Adam. Anything you want. Then after I’ll do to you what I should have done in Eden.” His tongue licked his bottom lip before he bit it.

A picture was being painted in Adam’s mind. Those hands, that mouth, the hard dick pressed against his thighs.

Eden.

Lucifer had loved him once, apparently. The love potion was working. Working a little too well. Was this why he was only supposed to use one drop?

“Oh fuck me.” He muttered. Realizing too late that Lucifer heard him.

He went ridged against Adam. Lucifer’s smile grew until he was beaming. Adam couldn’t even get out an explanation that he wasn’t asking for Lucifer to fuck him, before he was hoisted onto Lucifer’s shoulder and the devil sprinted off like a madman.

It was hard to tell Lucifer to stop when his tongue was in Adam’s mouth.

He was only moaning a little.

Adam tried to protest the tearing of the front of his shirt but Lucifer stuck his face between Adam’s soft pecs, straight into the thick chest hair and motorboated him, not hearing a word Adam said.

“No means no.” Didn’t get past N! As Lucifer choked down his cock.

It rather quickly turned into an, “OH GOD! YES!” As Lucifer deep throated him suddenly.

Lucifer pulled off long enough to asks if Adam was ready for more. Adam very quickly agreed to more. He didn’t really notice what more was due to that talented throat until Lucifer was already in him.

Of course, Adam ran into that pesky problem again where when he tried telling Lucifer no, all that came out was an enthusiastic, “YES!” Or “MORE!”

This disconnect between his brain’s thoughts and his mouth’s words was very concerning for Adam, in the morning. Cause right then, even his brain was telling him they’d figure out how to get Lucifer to stop after the next orgasm.

He was very late for his dates. In fact, he never made it at all. Hell’s light was rising by the time Lucifer curled up next to him, completely spent.

Lucifer latched onto his side, a tail wrapped around Adam’s thigh, and now that the pleasure was wearing off, fuck he was pretty sore. But god, what a night. He hadn’t fucked like that since Earth! When fucking was new and they didn’t have kids.

Lucifer drew hearts on Adam’s chest with his finger and purred. “How was that, baby?”

“Good.” Was all his raw throat could squeak out. It was sore from all the screaming in pleasure.

“Hmm, excellent. I love you.”

“Yeah… about that.”

Adam limped back to his room. Lucifer had some words to say about Adam using a love potion to try and get Lilith and Eve in the sack. He had a lot of laughter when Adam told him what exactly the demon said about the potion and went, “never mind then. That’s not even a real a love potion. It can only show visions of the future, if they get together with you. It doesn’t compel someone to be with you if they don’t want to. I certainly had several of railing you all night and decided to take the chance while in a horny fever.”

Then Lucifer stuck his tongue down Adam’s throat once more before he was slapped on the ass and told to go get dressed and Lucifer would take him out for breakfast.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #adam x lucifer

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curioussubjects · 21 days ago

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I just finished Veilguard, and...I'm really not sure how I feel about it?

All in all: good game, had fun, but still didn't quite hit some of the highs it wanted to hit and it's still not as good as DA2

(Spoilers galore below for everything)

The Good:

Pretty game is pretty;

Love the codexes, especially the ones written by companions or with their commentary;

Speaking of, the Mementos had so excellent tid bits of lore flavor to them, as well;

Regrets of the Dread Wolf was a damn good quest;

Some truly funny party banter;

I actually thought it was really easy to figure out who my Rook is as I played the game, which was much harder for me to do for my Lavellan in DAI;

And speaking of Lavellan, she was in character she WOULD say that she WOULD do that. Bless;

Everything about Nevarra and the Mourn Watch, I wish there was more content there because I was so into it;

Orb and dagger mage is really fun to play, which was VERY surprising considering I don't play close range ever;

I also really enjoyed destroying blight boils for some reason lmao;

Petting cats (they PURR WHEN YOU DO);

Assan <3;

Taash being so autistic;

Teia and Viago my beloveds;

✨Friendship✨

The Solavellan of it all;

And Solas, too. Love that sadsack disaster man;

Maybe this is super basic of me but I liked Varric's narration...idk it's comforting;

Honestly, just Varric in general was a bit safety blanket in a nice way for me because the game feels overwhelming at first;

There's no party like an all Dalish party!

Exploring -- loved finding all the fun details in each location, and I know I didn't even do enough in my playthrough;

I'm weak for stories about guilt, fear and regret. And I'm even weaker when those stories are so obviously about forgiveness and moving forward. Also love. Always love.

The Bad:

The pacing. I've said this before but DAtV could've used a more explicit arc structure or have quests note which level they're meant for or SOMETHING because some times it seemed I was doing quests too early or too late for when I was in the main story. I also thought events kept oscillating from happening too fast or too slowly, and it very much did get in the way of immersion;

The romance. Literally what are you doing Dragon Age that you fumble the romance. Granted, I only romanced Davrin so far, but I'm getting the sense from looking through the tag that maybe Lucanis' romance also feels a bit off? Honestly I have so many issues with the romance progression for Davrin that it's its own section;

I hope this is only a Veil Jumpers issue, but I thought Rook was so separate from the faction. I felt very little connection to them;

I've seen some people point out NPCs talk to Rook like they're a child, and while I don't really agree with that I do think Rook doesn't have enough opportunities to be knowledgeable in their own right. Especially annoying with a mage Veil Jumper Rook! I miss the Inquisition perk dialogue options that let my Lavellan be a smarty pants;

Holy overdesigned armors! Yikes!

Not all areas are as well developed as the others: Rivain is the most egregiously empty and underdeveloped, but I actually thought Arlathan Forest was super lifeless too. So was the Lighthouse! You get the early game discovery bit and then nothing ever again and it's like oh that was really it huh (and the stuff we did get was so good please more?);

I hate to say this but BioWare missed the mark with Rook's place in the group. The companions seemed connected to each other, yeah, but Rook was like some cross between group therapist and not-so-undercover boss. There was none of the warmth Hawke got from their companions (or the Inquisitor, for that matter!). The game really needed 1. a lighthearted party hangout cutscene and 2. companions coming together to take care of Rook (the fact this isn't even a thing in the romance is bonkers to me);

Taash's personal quest being about choosing between being Rivain and Qunari as if that's how culture works is Bad Actually;

The worst minimap I've ever seen in a game wow;

Also: give me back my beacon marker;

The gods were in a regret prison but what were their regrets exactly we just don't know.

The Bad (Romance Edition):

Again, the pacing! Incredibly slow to start (and not in a slow burn way, mind!) and then super fast in the last third of the game;

In fact, the romance seemed to be running on a completely different level than the rest of the story. The last romance scene was incredibly out of place tonally, especially.

The first two romance titles for Davrin are "Thrill of the Chase" and "Hot and Bothered"...and like WHERE????

Davrin never writes about Rook as a romantic partner or as if he has any concerns with the relationship...which we later find out he has, but was news to me;

Tbh, the romance felt like an afterthought. There were cutscenes that in any other DA game there would've been flirting options, for instance, but this time there was nothing (what do you mean Rook can't make a flirty comment when Davrin is shirtless working out with Taash? It's low hanging fruit!);

Not nearly enough flirty banter between Rook and Davrin, which is nuts considering their personalities;

I'm really super disappointed with Davrin's romance, which sucks because he's actually perfect for my Rook and I really like his character. There was so much potential for a really fun romance that was both tense and sexy, but also sweet. But no. Secret good Davrin romance that exists in my head save me.

The ???:

Southern Thedas got scorched when the North didn't how?

Please tell me who was catfishing Andraste;

Making enemies super aggro on Rook unless you specifically have companions taunting was very weird.

#dragon age the veilguard #datv spoilers #datv #dragon age #ok there were many thoughts #but they're bullet points it's fine #the lists are also not comprehensible or in any particular order #i think im closer to figuring out why the game isnt quite working for me though #there's just something fundamental missing that i havent been able to put my finger on just yet

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nct-charlee · 5 months ago

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Jaemin + Charlee (CharMin)

“Charming. That’s what we are. ”

masterlist // NCT DREAM

(korean, english)

warning: NONE.

a/n: but hi everyone !!! so sorry for literally disappearing from the face of the earth for almost a year (yikes!). when i first started writing and thinking up Charlee i had the time and energy to finally write something. but the more i wrote and the less i saw people actually engage in my work was extremely disheartening. it was a really hard thing to consider but i just couldn’t write without thinking of what people would think of my work (if they would even read it LOL). at that same time i started falling out of love with kpop and kpop content and so it made no sense to keep doing something i found no joy in doing. BUTTTT i finally gained that spark and started following NCT and RIIZE!! writing charlee and her story was one of my favorite things to do and i really missed it i think. so her story lives on!! and there’s someone on the way, coming very very soon 😉

WC:

First Meeting

“She was and is so-” (all the members start groaning, Chenle and Haechan start saying ‘la la la I can’t hear you’)

“-pretty” (Staff coo while all the members starts booing causing Jaemin to just smile wider)

It was right after the meeting to reveal that Charlotte would in fact join NCT dream

Charlotte was the last in the room, still trying to rack her brain. she was going to debut

Not just that she was going to debut in a boy group, all different things going on in her head

Jaemin had seen her around, in passing. They had not once said anything to each other though

“She was still bawling in the office and I felt so bad. I don’t even remember what I said exactly, but I remember comforting her.”

Jaemin had realized he hadn’t seen her and decided to go see where she was

He had just been put on hiatus for his back and had a feeling Charlotte was probably feeling horrible, she probably thought she was replacing him

When he came in she had her head in her hands and was sobbing. He quickly walked inside and closed the door, coughing slightly so she could hear him

She quickly tried to wipe her tears, before sniffing out “Sorry, I’ll get out soon…”

“No, no, You’re fine. I was actually looking for you,” He smiles softly. “I just wondered if you wanted to go and get some snacks with me?”

“Um, okay. Sure?”

Jaemin laughed a little and held his hand, taking hers and leading her to the nearest convenience store

Fan Favorite Moment

During “Boom” it was obvious that Dream was going in a darker and more mature era

Slowly her clothes got short and tighter until she all she could do was place her hands around her to at least have a little modesty off stage

It was also when staff realized she was in fact the same height as multiple members, if not taller

When people would bring up her height, he often would often try to change the subject, knowing she was uncomfortable with talking about it

He was also silently helping her with her clothes

Covering her with blankets or towels during variety or awards shows. If nothing was around he would use his own jacket, not caring that he was going to get a earful from the stylists

One time, the camera man started zooming in on her. He immediately jumped into frame and started smiling and waving his finger ‘no’.

When Charlee finally notices the camera she waves and they both start joking around

It’s still unclear if the camera persons intentions were bad or good

On Screen

“We are very charming so Charmin is us!”

Popularity: 9/10

Nicknames: Baby, Honey, Jagiya…that’s it, only endearing names

Best couple right here (I mean whatttt??)

They are so loved that even the biggest scandals that have come from DREAM was because of them, but they got cleared immediately when people realized it was about them

Clingyyyyy

Again one of the few members to show affection on screen

Jaemin while being the perceived “loudest” in variety content, Charlee is perceived the “loudest” during vlogs and trip content. In both occasions they balance each other out

Either calming each other or bringing the other out of their shell. A slight graze of each others arm is all they need to know that they’re either doing “too much” or “too little”

Off Screen

Still touchy, if not more so

Off camera Charlee is quite unserious and is seriously the joker AND a big yapper

Being the same but total opposites at the same time translates even off screen

Charlee is not shy to run up to him and hug him randomly, or call him randomly to say “I have to pee”

There’s no such thing as TMI between them and she makes sure he remembers that

One of the first tattoos she had gotten was dedicated to 8dream, each member had a little doodle she drew that reminded her of them

His was a cup of coffee in a ying and yang-esque way. One half being darker (his namericano) and one half being a milk-coffee (her 70:30 creamer and milk to coffee ratio)

#nct added member #nct addition #nct dream added member #nct dream oc #nct female addition #nct dream au #nct dream female member #nct dream 8th member #nct female member #nct dream fluff #nct dream #jaemin #nct oc #nct dream fic #nct fic

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luckbealincoln · 1 year ago

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Best Kept Secret

chapter four : sarad'ika

THIS SERIES HAS BEEN MOVED AND RE-UPLOADED TO ANOTHER ACCOUNT. WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE. THIS POST STILL EXISTS AS AN ARCHIVE BUT THIS ACCOUNT IS NO LONGER ACTIVE!!