#to the Flame

[pedroshotwifey]

To the Flame Chapter 3

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Pairing: Dark!Javier Pena x fem!reader

Word count: 3.3k

Chapter tags/warnings: fluff, smut, manipulation (kind of getting into that territory), unprotected piv sex, excessive use of nicknames, frottage, tiniest itty bitty smidgen of angst (like it's barely there), stuff I'm probably forgetting

Chapter summary: Javi takes you out for a romantic date and asks you a question you've been hoping to hear. (I'm sorry I'm rly awful at summaries)

A/N: Hey, Y'all!! Starting to dive a bit deeper! Expect the next chapter to really pick things up, and then its downhill for the most part from there. I'm beyond excited to really kick things off and so grateful for all of you avid readers!! Thank you for following along with my deprived nonsense <3

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You wait at the end of your driveway just as the sun starts to set, as per Javi’s request. He refused to tell you why over the phone, but you have a feeling you’re going to love whatever he has planned. You’ve been out with him a good handful of times since he took you to dinner and kissed you on your front porch, and each time has been just as magical as the first. 

You toy with the hem of your white sundress as you reminisce about that moment from a few weeks ago, trying to remember everything you felt then. Smiling absently, you thumb one of the cherries printed on the thin fabric. You’re already eager to feel his plush lips against yours again. 

Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of Javi’s truck coming up the road. You’ve memorized it at this point, because there’s a barely noticeable sputter that comes from the exhaust pipe every thirty seconds or so. 

He comes to a stop in front of you, rolling down his passenger window to reveal his beaming smile. Your stomach flips as you grin back. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he beams. He looks into the rear view mirror and sees a car approaching. He frowns slightly and pushes the passenger door open instead of walking around to get it for you, obviously not wanting to hold up traffic. “Climb on up, princess.” 

You step up, grabbing his extended hand to keep balance as you hoist yourself into the seat, quickly shutting the door behind you. There’s a stack of blankets in the middle of the bench seat, but Javi tells them you can move them if you want when he sees the confused look on your face. Once you’re settled in the middle and buckled in, Javi continues on. 

“Having a good day?” he asks as he takes another look into the rearview.

“I am now,” you reply, trying to hold down your blush. You really wish you could stop being so school-girlish around him. 

“Hm. That makes two of us.” 

You look at eachother and share a smile. He puts one hand out, asking silently for you to take it, which, of course, you do. You place your palm into his much larger one and then pull it into your lap to rest on your thigh. 

You sit in a comfortable silence the rest of the way, watching out the window at all the greenery. This is what you missed most about the countryside. When you had been up towards the city, there weren’t many trees, and there certainly weren’t any farms or rolling hills. You always missed the landscape, though your boyfriend much preferred the cityscape. Yet another disagreement that you were never allowed to have a word about.

As Javi drives, you get further and further away from houses and farms, and more into unclaimed land. 

“Where did you say we’re going?” you ask again, though you know by now it’s a feeble attempt. The look he gives you says as much. 

“You’ll see,” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. You playfully roll your eyes and squeeze his hand. 

Not a minute later, Javi’s making a turn down a dirt road. It winds for as far as you can see, sparsely covered by trees and lined by thick, tall grass. Javi rolls the windows all the way up as dirt starts to kick up around the truck, interrupting the golden glow from the setting sun. 

You look at him with a quirked brow, and he smiles mischievously in response. 

“Almost there, sweetheart.” 

Another two minutes, and Javi’s turning the truck off on top of a hill, the bed facing the sunset. You glance at the blankets and a grin breaks out across your face. 

“We’re going to watch the sunset?” you ask excitedly. Javi grins and nods. 

“Help me with the blankets?” 

You both get out and climb into the back with the blankets, laying them down so that there’s a comfortable layer between the two of you and the cold bed. You can feel flutters in your stomach. How did you get so lucky? 

You both kick your shoes off and sit down, trying to get comfortable and in position to watch the sun go down. You squirm for a moment after Javi, trying to find the perfect spot. He smiles fondly at you. 

“Hold on baby,” Javi says before gently taking your hand and leading you toward him. 

He pulls you with him as he leans back against the cab, settling you comfortably in his lap so that you’re both facing the sunset. It’s breathtaking, the pinks, oranges, and purples all blending together and mixing with the soft white clouds. You lean back into his chest as you let out a content sigh. 

You feel a sense of safety and belonging within Javi’s arms, one that you haven’t felt for much too long. You feel him press a kiss into your hair, and your eyes flutter shut to hone in on the gentle sensation. 

“Gotta ask you something, baby,” Javi breaks the silence with a low tone. Your eyes snap back open.  

“Anything, Javi,” you say, craning your neck the tiniest bit to look his way. Your heart beats heavy in your chest, you have an idea of what he’s about to ask you, but you don’t want to get your hopes up. He moves one of his hands to one of yours, and you grasp it, bringing it up to your lips to place a soft kiss on his palm. 

“How would you feel about being mine? Only mine?” he asks, his breath disturbing your hair as he speaks in just over a whisper. 

Your lips split into a smile and you crain your neck to look into his chocolate brown eyes. 

“I’m already yours, Javi,” you tell him truthfully. “But I would love if you would be only mine, too.” 

He smiles gently at you before cupping your cheek to bring you in for a kiss. You melt into him as he moves his lips with yours. It’s messier than any you’ve shared with him before. It feels like one of those kisses that’s bound to lead to more, where the passion consumes you so much that you can’t ignore the desire to be closer. 

You almost bite his plush bottom lip when you shift your hips and feel him hardening beneath you. It feels like there’s fire in your veins as you grind down again, deliberately this time, and a moan escapes his lips. You haven’t gone this far with Javi yet, but god, have you fantasized about it. 

There’s a beat of silence before you and Javi suddenly spring into action. He helps you flip around on him so that your thighs are straddling his torso, his quickly hardening cock tucked perfectly beneath your panties. You reconnect your lips with his, kissing him with a hungry fervor that he returns ten-fold. Your arms are thrown around his shoulders as you grind down on him. You groan into each other’s mouths as sparks climb up your bodies. 

You repeat the movement, whining when your clit catches on the fabric of his jeans. Javi’s hands move to your waist, and guide you to do it again, both of you gasping at the friction. You know you have to be soaked through your panties at this point, no doubt creating a dark spot on his pants. 

You’re slightly surprised by your own confidence and the fact that you’re comfortable to act this way with him. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Javi gets out through gritted teeth. “You really want to keep this up? I hope you know where that’s going to land you.”

You nod a bit too enthusiastically. “Yes!” you say, flinching a bit at your obvious excitement. He smirks devilishly at you, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips. “Yes, please, Javi. I need you.” 

“You’ve got me, baby,” Javi whispers, leaning forward to plant hot, open-mouthed kisses on the side of your neck. You whimper, your brows furrowing in concentration as you gyrate your hips back and forth. There’s a warm, fuzzy feeling starting to bubble within your lower abdomen, slowly building with each drag. 

The thin cotton of your panties does practically nothing to tame the wetness seeping out of you and onto Javi’s pants. You tighten your arms around him as you rock yourself quicker, the coil tightening further within you. You’re moaning, gasping, and whimpering against Javi’s lips, the kiss growing sloppier with each pass. 

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you consider your current behavior. Never in your life have you acted so ridiculously…feral. You honestly can’t think of another word for what you’re doing right now, grinding up against this man like an animal, licking and nipping at his plush lips without restraint. 

The only reason you don’t slow is because Javi’s acting the same way. Like he can’t get enough of you. His hands are gripping your hips so tightly that you’ll likely bruise, his own bucking against yours every time you grind particularly hard. The noises that tumble from his lips are downright filthy. 

Without breaking contact with your lips, Javi lets one hand trail down to slip underneath your dress, and then places his thumb between your bodies and over your clit. He only circles twice before you’re falling apart on top of him. You cry his name as your body shakes uncontrollably, his thumb continuing its movement to prolong your orgasm. 

“That’s a good fucking girl,” Javi whispers close to your ear, quiet enough that you almost miss it. You whimper at his praise, trying to keep your eyes open and on him. He’s yours, but you don’t want to waste a single second not observing his beauty. His brown eyes stare back, his imposing gaze full of hunger and passion in equal portions. 

Your lips reconnect in a sloppy kiss as he pulls the crotch of your soaked panties to the side and then taps your hips as a signal to lift up. The pad of his middle finger caresses your dripping hole, making you shudder and whimper into his mouth. He groans as he pulls away slightly and dips both of his hands between you to start undoing his belt. 

Your eyes quickly snap to his pants when you hear the clink, your mouth going dry. You don’t know why, but it’s like you’re only now registering the fact that you’re finally going to have him inside of you, something you’ve been dreaming of for weeks. 

Javi pulls his cock out, and you can’t help it. You straight up fucking moan. He’s gorgeous. His cock is thick, long, and as tan as the rest of him. There’s a bead of precum dribbling from his slit, which he wipes away with his thumb. You almost feel dizzy with how turned on you are right now. You’re not a blushing virgin by any means, but you’re also not super experienced, so the sheer eroticism of the whole situation is as almost unfamiliar as it is addicting. 

You hear him huff a laugh through his nose, and your gaze is cast back up to see him smirking at you. Your face flushes at the realization that he caught you staring—or maybe admiring would be the better term here—at his dick. 

“Like what you see, hermosa?” he inquires, his voice smooth and suave. You bite your bottom lip as you nod at him. No use in lying, you figure. Javi smiles at you warmly before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on your reddened cheek. 

“Would you like to touch it?”

You’re glad you’re biting down on your lip right now, because you would have released another moan if not for the slight pain. You nod your head again, trying not to give yourself whiplash with the movement. One of your hands trails down, but you stop halfway when Javi tuts at you and gently grabs your hand. 

“Words, sweetheart. Verbal communication is very important if we’re going to do this, okay?” He looks like he genuinely wants you to understand, his big brown eyes boring into yours as he waits for consent. Your heart warms with the gesture. Is it possible to feel any safer with him?

“Yes, please,” you say, your voice coming out quieter than you intended. He nods at you and releases your hand to let you wrap your own around his warm length. He hisses sharply as you start to pump him, feeling the weight of him in your palm. 

“Shit, baby,” Javi strains when you let your thumb run over his head. “Sit up higher for me.”

You oblige immediately, sitting on your knees and taking your hand away to balance yourself on his broad shoulders. You look into his eyes as he grasps his cock, your lids fluttering when you feel his blunt tip press against your sopping entrance. 

“Ready?” 

You gulp and nod before remembering that he wants to hear you. 

“Yes, I’m ready.” 

Your eyes pinch shut as he starts to push into you, lowering yourself down to help his effort. You’re wet enough that it’s mostly a smooth glide, only a small pinch when he’s about halfway in. You don’t even realize you’ve been holding your breath until you’re fully seated on his lap, his cock already pressing against something heavenly within you. 

You release the breath and open your eyes back at the same time. Javi’s already staring back at you, and the look in his eyes can only be described as carnal. His pupils have taken up most of his irises, making his eyes look almost fully black. His tongue peeks out to wet his swollen bottom lip as he plants his hands back on your hips, starting to assist you in moving up and down. 

He plants his feet flat on the bed of the truck and begins thrusting into you slowly. The drag of his cock against your walls has you moaning like an animal and encourages Javi to pick up his pace. You feel boneless as he helps you bounce on his dick, letting yourself wilt to place your head in the crook of his neck. You dampen the golden skin there with your panting, but neither of you pay it any mind. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, feel so fucking good.” 

You whimper at his praise as you try to focus on keeping up your movement. You can already feel that familiar heat creeping up from the base of your spine. Your clit catches on the groomed thatch of pubic hair at the base of him each time you lower your hips, which quickly adds to the sensation. 

“Oh, Javi, I’m gonna c-come,” you struggle to get the words out as your hips stutter and your brain focuses solely on the powerful sensation between your wet thighs. His thrusts pick up again, making you yelp when he pegs that spongy spot you usually can’t reach. 

“Oh, God, Like that!” the words slip out before you can even think about them, your body desperate to feel it again. You don’t even have the mind to be embarrassed. 

“Yeah, honey? Right there?” Javi punctuates his question with a particularly harsh thrust into the same spot, and you’re immediately coming apart on top of him. Your mouth gapes as you groan out your pleasure, the sound mixing with Javi’s own. You slowly grind up and down as you ride out what might be your most powerful orgasm ever.

You can vaguely hear Javi spitting out praises through the numbness of your mind, only catching pieces of each sentence. 

“...doing so good…fucking tight…feel like heaven…”

When you come down from your high, panting as your vision returns, Javi grabs you and quickly spins the two of you, laying you down on your back without removing his cock from you. You loop your arms around his neck, more confused by the change in position than alarmed due to the residual haziness of your orgasm. 

He loses control once he has you down, slamming his hips faster as he chases his pleasure. It feels so fucking good, the tip of his cock punching into you at a brutal pace. Your fingernails claw at the back of his neck, likely leaving marks, but if Javi notices, he obviously doesn’t mind. 

He bends down to kiss—if you can call it that—and nip harshly at your neck. The light pain mixed with the simmering feeling in your abdomen quickly brings you dangerously close to the brink once again. You’re almost surprised. Even when you’re alone, it takes you longer to bring yourself to the edge than he is right now.

He whimpers into your neck, and the sound has your walls clenching around him, spurring him on. His fingers of one hand are digging into the skin of your hips again while the other is balled up and planted next to your head where he’s resting his forearm for balance. Tears sting your eyes as you feel that light discomfort of overstimulation, but it quickly fades back into pleasure. 

“Such a sweet girl, letting me have you like this, aren’t you?” 

You whimper in response as your third tonight orgasm takes over, your body convulsing beneath him. God, he has a dirty mouth. 

“Bet you taste good, too. Fucking sweet. Gonna feast on this damn pussy the second I get the chance.” 

His hips start to break their pattern, his composure dwindling with each thrust as he babbles on. 

“Don’t know why I haven’t already. So fucking soft and warm. Fucking made for me.” 

You’re not sure if he’s completely aware of what he’s saying right now, so you ignore that last comment even though it makes your stomach flip. You’re not sure if it’s with lust or unease, and you don’t particularly care to figure it out at the moment. You’re just reading too much into things, you need to stop thinking and enjoy what you have right now. 

As you push your thoughts away, you realize how close he is to coming, his pants coming out quickly as he rapidly pumps himself into you, barely pulling out with each thrust. 

“J-Javi,” you squeak out. He hums back a response, letting you know he heard you and is listening, but he doesn’t slow down. 

“You h-have to pull out, o-okay?” He hums again, but you really wish he would give you a solid answer. Isn’t he the one who was just talking about verbal communication? You try not to overthink it, you trust him. 

He thrusts a few more times before letting out a groan, and you know he’s close, dangerously close. 

“J-Javi,” you say his name in gentle reminder, trying not to panic. You watch his face and see his eyes flicker up to yours—almost defiantly, as if he wasn’t going to listen to you. It looks like it pains him, but just as he’s about to come, he reluctantly pulls away, moaning as his release lands in strips over your pussy and lower stomach, just barely out in time. 

You breathe a sigh of relief you hadn’t realized you had been holding as you let your eyes flutter shut and move a hand up to comb through his hair. You stroke gently as he comes down from his high, and then collapses partially on you. 

See? You knew he would pull out. 

You both lay in silence, him with his head on your chest, and you staring up at the stars that came out as the two of you were busy. You’re almost asleep by the time Javi breaks the silence again. 

“You knew I was going to pull out, right, baby?” He asks. 

You furrow your brows as your stomach flips again in that way that you don’t want to pay too much attention to.

“Yes,” you say as you continue stroking his damp curls. “I trust you.” 

Javi nods into you as you continue staring up at the night sky. 

You do, don’t you?

**** Thank you for reading! I would really appreciate any kind of interaction if you enjoyed this chapter. Series taglist is always open for those who would like to join!

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[fergusdraws]

some poses for a lil moth character. their name is Bean and they're the protag for a game i'm making!

[ducktracy]

sharing a very sage bit of advice from The Simpsons' own John Swartzwelder that i've been trying to hamper down in my writing and drawing alike. let your inner crappy little elf do his worst

[weepingwidar]

Kristoffer Zetterstrand (Swedish, 1973) - Skull on Fire (2010)

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

choose one

[nemfrog]

The moth and the flame. Divine emblems. 1867.

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[redsray]

i love the idea of the batfam wearing each other's merch cause like. i know they'd be petty about it. usually they'd wear their siblings merch in (kinda) equal rotations, but they'd change it up depending on sibling squabbles or sibling favours. Tim, walking into the kitchen in a Red Hood shirt: Dick: TIM!? Tim: what Dick: it's Tuesday. you always wear Nightwing merch on Tuesdays. Tim: oh. Tim: you stole my last granola bar, last week. Steph, looking for something in Jason's room: JASON WHY DO YOU HAVE EVERYONE'S MERCH BUT MINE?! Jason, peeking into the room: i have your merch. in the trash. Steph: WHY Jason: you hit me with a blue shell in mario kart last game night. i'm never forgiving you. Damian, sporting a full-on Red Robin hoodie: Tim: woah. what brought this on? you usually only exclusively wear Batman or Nightwing merch Damian: you helped me take that splinter out of Alfred's paw yesterday. Richard on the other hand has recently messed up my painting palette. Dick, from the other room: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! Damian: he'll get over it. Cass, wearing Nightwing merch for the 5th day in a row: Jason: goddamn. what did Dickie do to get in your good graces like this? Cass, smiling: he made me a flower crown Jason: ... that's it? Cass: it was a very nice flower crown. Dick, buying seven Signal shirts: One for everyone. Duke, behind him: Dick, you really don't-- Dick: shhhh, sunshine. everyone will love your new merch. (they all wore exclusively Signal merch for a week straight) Bruce isn't allowed to change up his rotation or not wear someone's merch because he immediately gets accused of playing favourites. He'd rather keep some of his sanity, thank you.

[madscientistenthusiast]

Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite

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Measured In Feet

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To the Flame chapter seven

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Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x fem!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Chapter tags/warnings: Smut, like holy shit nasty smut, car sex, piv sex, oral (f receiving), unsafe sex, fluff, cute banter so i can break ur heart later, marriage, possessive Javi, stuff I'm forgetting,

Chapter Summary: You and Javi take a lot of steps within a very short day.

A/N: Hey babes!! I'm sorry I'm late with this one, but I think this chapter will make up for it! It's nasty and sweet and I think you'll love it. I'm also going to see what I can do about having chapter 8 out this Friday anyway. Love you!! <3

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As you wake up in Javi’s arms for the second day in a row, you find yourself thinking that this is something you could definitely get used to. 

The morning sun is leaking through the window, casting a soft glow across the two of you where you lay tangled together in his bed. Even without the addition of the crisp, white sheets coming up to cover the bottom half of your bodies, it’s almost uncomfortably hot. But you really can’t find it in you to mind, instead sighing and snuggling yourself deeper into your fiance’s bare chest. 

“G’morning, carino,” Javi grumbles as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“Morning, Javi,” you mumble into his golden skin. 

The sleep caught up in his accent makes you smile. It’s the little things like that that get to you; the intimacy in knowing him in these moments, knowing that you are the one who gets to hear what the rasp in his voice sounds like right after he wakes up.  

You roll over, coaxing Javi onto his back so you can rest your chin on your hands right on his chest. He smiles back at you, bringing one hand up to gently stroke your hair. 

The two of you had been up almost all night, neither of you able to get enough of the other. It’s like now that you’ve had a taste, you never want to give it up. Not even for a second. Javi takes a deep breath and makes a face like he’s contemplating saying something. 

You watch him patiently, waiting for him to make his mind up. You listen to the birds outside the window in the meantime. You’ve always loved doing that, trying to decipher what they’re saying by the pitch of their chirp or the length of their song. You know it’s silly, of course, but that never stops you from doing it. 

“Let’s get married today, baby,” Javi’s quiet statement interrupts your pondering.

Your grin widens and you reach up to cradle his scruffy jaw before planting a gentle kiss on his plush lips. He kisses you back slowly, cupping your chin in return. You pull away after a second to voice your agreement. 

“Whatever you want,” you tell him, your voice drenched with nothing but affection. It is sooner than you had expected, but you trust him to make these important decisions. He has shown you so far that he definitely knows better than you when it comes to making decisions moving forward, but you know he would never say that. Hell, it probably hasn’t even registered with him in the first place. 

Javi grabs you and rolls you onto your back, and you giggle as he makes his way down until he’s nestled between your legs. His large palms hold your thighs open, putting your cunt on display for him, still soaked from last night. There are streaks of his cum dried and cracking on your stomach and legs from the last session, but neither of you mind. 

If anything, Javi seems pleased to see you covered in his spend. 

He takes you apart with his tongue slowly, bringing you to and from the edge until it’s almost unbearable. When he does finally allow you to come, he sticks his strong tongue into your pulsing pussy, letting you squeeze around the muscle as he licks into you. 

You moan wildly, your head tossing back as you grip Javi’s hair to keep him to you. He lets you ride out your orgasm, but as soon as it’s through, he’s climbing back up your body and slipping inside of your velvet heat. 

He groans and dips down to hide his face in the crook of your neck, your arms coming up to wrap around his and hold him close to you. His pace as he starts to thrust in and out of you is less frantic than it has been every other time so far. 

He makes slow, sensual love to you, like he’s trying to anchor himself to your soul. And you really think he’s successful in his efforts. Little gasps fall from your parted lips each time he bucks his hips up to yours, just forceful enough to peg that heavenly spot inside of you every time. 

You can feel the drag of his cock against your walls better than you’ve been able to the other times. It feels just as good as when he takes you with a fiery passion, but in a different, softer way. You close your eyes and focus on the way he’s breathing onto your neck, letting barely-there whimpers out every other thrust. 

His hands roam the sides of your body, going down to cup your thighs, caress your ass, pass by your hips, and then fondle your breasts. He repeats the motions at random, like he’s trying to memorize every part of your body. 

You let your hands trail down his perfectly sculpted body as well, letting your nails drag against his sensitive flesh until they reach his ass, where you give him a gentle squeeze. His hips buck more harshly into you as you do so. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re both coming apart, you squeezing around him right before he pulls out and empties himself on your stomach. You lay together in a sticky, panting mess for a while until Javi gets up to ready the shower. 

He comes back for you a minute later, placing a soft kiss on your head before gently scooping you up and carrying you to the bathroom. 

He pulls one more lazy orgasm from you before he washes you, his hands tender with you the entire time. The way he handles you almost brings you to tears. It’s like he’s afraid he’ll break you, and you’re not used to being that valuable to anybody. Before you get out, you find yourself again thinking how you don’t deserve him. 

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Javi takes you to the courthouse located in the next town over, that way you don’t have to risk running into anyone you know. It’s even more plain-looking than the one in your hometown, but the sight still makes your stomach twist. It hasn’t quite hit you yet that you’re really getting married. 

Javi had helped you pick out an outfit—a simple white dress that comes down to right under your knees. You’d wished that you had more for him, but Javi certainly didn’t mind. Even if you didn’t catch the glaze in his eyes as he had helped you slip the dress on, the tremble in his hands would have given him away. You couldn’t help but get choked up as well. 

He holds your hand now as the officiant leads you down the blank halls of the courthouse. You feel almost lightheaded, your breaths coming out in light pants. You feel him squeeze your hand reassuringly, and it helps to calm your nerves, though there’s this nagging in the back of your head that’s been stuck there for the last hour or so. 

You barely know Javi. You feel awful thinking that, but he’s practically a stranger. You’re so incredibly lucky to have him doing you such a huge favor, but it almost feels wrong when you think about it too hard. You don’t like that feeling at all. You love him. You’ll just have to keep repeating that fact to yourself until there’s no room for any others. 

You arrive in the room where it’s going to happen before you realize you’d walked through the door. Your eyes flutter shut as your stomach twists again—though you can’t tell if it’s from excitement or nerves. You tell yourself it’s excitement even as sounds begin to fade out. 

Your head is swirling and you almost feel nauseous, but you’re forced to push it all away once Javi tugs on your hand and you’re pulled back into the present. Your eyes snap back open and you look up at him. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” His brows are furrowed with worry as he whispers the question. “You don’t look too good, honey.”

Gulping down your hesitancy, you nod at him, feeling a bit bad that it might have been written on your face for him to see. He flashes you a small but warm smile and squeezes your hand in reassurance. 

“It’s going to be okay, I promise,” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

Just like that, the usual butterflies return, taking up room until there is no space for anything else. You swear he mouths the words “I love you” against your skin before he pulls away. The officiant politely clears his throat and you watch Javi lovingly as he nods at him to signal your readiness. 

The ceremony went quickly and in a blur. You remember your mouth forming the words to bind yourself to him, but you can’t quite remember what exactly they were. You also remember tearing up as Javi did the same, watching as his plush lips wrapped around the vows like they were worth something. 

When he kissed you for the first time as your husband, you felt a stray tear run down your cheek. It’s like you melted at that moment. Melted into him and his life. His. 

After some dazed paperwork, you let Javi lead you back out to his truck and help you into your seat. He stops when you’re in, standing between you and the open door as he looks up at you with palpable admiration. 

“I’m going to make you so fucking happy, baby. I promise you won’t regret me,” he vows. You believe him. 

“I know, Javi. I could never regret you.” 

He kisses you again, soft and slow, but leaving a peck at the last moment as a promise for what’s to come. He shuts your door and gets in on his side before pulling away from the lot. 

It isn’t until you’re what should have been about halfway home that you realize you don’t know where you’re at. Now that you’re thinking about it, Javi did leave the opposite way than what he came from. 

“Um, Javi?” 

“Yes carino?” 

You glance over at him upon hearing the mischief in his voice. You can’t help but smile at him. 

“Where are we going?” 

“What do you mean, sweetheart? I’m taking you home.” 

He’s full on grinning at this point, clearly proud of himself. 

“I think you’ve lost your mind, old man,” you laugh at him. He throws a glare in your direction but you can tell he’s struggling to contain his laughter. 

“Nope, last I checked it’s all there,” he says. 

You hum at him, facing the road again. 

“Also, I’m not an old man. I’m not much older than you.” 

Now it’s your turn to toss him an incredulous glance. 

“Okay, not that much older,” he settles for. 

You ride in silence for another few minutes, deciding to let Javi hatch whatever plan he’s drawing out right now. You don’t realize you’re hungry until your stomach grumbles embarrassingly loudly. 

“You want to stop and eat before we get there?” Javi asks. Thoughtful fucking man. 

You feel your cheeks heat but you nod. 

“Think there’s a diner a couple more minutes out, that sound good?” 

“Oh, yes, please,” you draw out, stomach grumbling again at the thought of a burger. 

Javi smiles at your excitement and pulls you closer to kiss the side of your head. You’ve noticed he does that a lot—kisses you even if it’s not on your lips. Not that you’re complaining, you just find it very sweet. It’s another thing he does that makes you feel special. 

The diner is relatively empty despite being one of the only restaurants in a small town, which is nice because that also means it’s not very loud. Javi finds a booth by a window so that you can be warmed by the sun. He’s noticed you get cold pretty easily. 

You both order a burger and fries and eat in a comfortable silence, Javi watching you as you glance out the window periodically. He finishes before you but waits patiently. 

“So, you’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” you inquire between bites of your fries. Javi smirks and crosses his arms as he leans back in his seat. 

“Nope.” 

You playfully shake your head at him. 

“You’re a massive pain in the ass, you know that right?” 

“Not yet I’m not. But we can change that if you’d like—

“Javi!” You bark, frantically looking around you for anyone who may have overheard him. 

He straight up laughs at you, and after reassuring yourself that nobody was unfortunate enough to have been sitting by you, you bite down on a smile as well. 

“Foul, foul man you are,” you laugh. 

“What can I say, you bring it out of me,” he retorts. 

You mumble something almost incoherent even to your own ears and get to work on finishing your food. 

Once you’re done, Javi pays and orders you a drink to go. You beam at him, you really can’t help it. Does he know how fucking much you love him?

“Ready?” 

You nod at him and let him lead you out of the restaurant. Back on the road, you cuddle up next to him, watching as the scenery fades back into countryside. You’re probably about an hour away from the courthouse you left when Javi turns down a gravel road, and then a dirt road. 

You glance at him, and he glances back at you, anticipation clear in his eyes though he’s trying to hide it. It makes your stomach twist in a good way. 

The road goes on for a couple of minutes, and then blends into a field surrounded by a strong fence, a white house sitting in the middle. It’s gorgeous; both the plot and the farm style house. Your mouth goes dry and your stomach does a flip as you take a guess as to what he might be doing here.

“What’s this, Javi?” 

Javi waits to park the truck before he answers you. 

“Your house,” he shrugs.

You look at him, your mouth gaping as your eyes fill with tears. 

“You didn’t,” you breathe out. 

He smiles and shrugs again. 

You’re in his lap and throwing your arms around him within the second, trying not to ugly cry. 

He holds you tight and kisses you, chuckling a little at your reaction. 

“God, I love you Javi,” you cry into his neck. 

“I love you too, sweetheart. So fucking much.” 

“Let me show you how much I love you. Please,” you beg, grinding yourself down on him. You’re so overwhelmed with gratitude, and you feel an immense need for him to understand just how much so. As much as you want to go explore your new home, you want to thank your husband properly first. 

“Fuck, okay,” Javi says, his cock immediately starting to stiffen under you. 

You kiss him forcefully as you rock over him, tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck. You waste no time in reaching down to play with yourself, making sure he’ll be able to glide in easily.

You moan into his lips, working yourself quickly. If it was any other man, you wouldn’t need the extra prep, but this is Javi. He gropes your ass in large handfuls as he feels you touching yourself, a groan coming up from his throat. 

He sneaks one of his hands down lower and dips it beneath your dress which has ridden up to your waist. He lets his finger find your slit and nudges your panties to the side before slipping it into your wet hole. You moan at the intrusion as he begins to pump it in and out, bringing you closer to your orgasm. 

You feel heat licking at the base of your spine, your entire body starting to feel lighter, and you know you’re close. 

“Oh, Javi, I’m gonna—”

And just like that, you’re shuddering over him, his mouth capturing your moans as you fall apart. 

“That’s it baby, just like that,” he praises softly. 

He pulls himself out of his pants as you’re coming down, and you don’t even notice until you feel your panties being shoved aside again and his blunt tip starting to breach your entrance. He pulls you down on him, making you both groan loudly. 

“Fuckin’ tight, baby,” he grits out as he bottoms out. You nod at him, your eyes closed in pleasure at the feeling of being so full of him. He’s already pressed against that spot that makes you squirm. 

He grips your hips and starts to guide you to bounce on top of him, which you immediately begin to help him with. You use your knees to lift up and sink back down on him, savoring the drag with each movement. 

“Good fuckin’ girl, all mine,” Javi babbles as you pick up your pace, whining every time he slams back into you. 

“Say it,” he requests through a heavy breath. “Tell me you’re mine.” 

“I’m yours, Javi, just yours,” you pant through the thickening air. 

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he says, bringing a hand down to press his thumb to your clit and making you cry out. 

“C’mon, sweetheart, give me a good one,” he demands. 

You lock your arms around him and press your face into his neck, nipping at the skin there as you concentrate on reaching your peak. You just about scream as you clamp down on him, choking his dick as you pulse around him. 

You don’t even think about what you tell him next; you don’t have to, really. You know you want it now. He’s going to take care of you, the least you can do is give this to him. 

“Fill me up, Javi,” you whine. “Come inside me.”

And he does. At your words, he loses control. It takes you both by surprise, but neither of you care all that much.

Javi gasp and moans like a mad man as he pulses inside you, and you keen at the feeling of his hot cum painting your already-soaked walls. It’s so much better than you ever could have imagined, the way he fills you to the brim and keeps pushing it in with each thrust. 

He holds you tightly, muttering something that sounds like “thank you” over and over again until he finally stills. You lean into each other, both sweaty, panting messes as you try to come back down to earth. You can already feel him dripping out of you despite the fact that his cock is still nestled inside of you. 

“Fucking love you so much, woman,” Javi breathes out into your skin after a moment.

You giggle at him, leaning back so you can capture his face in your hands and kiss his forehead this time. 

“Love you too, Javi,” you whisper. 

“Get your ass up though, I wanna see my house.”

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Read some actual comics, Kyle.

Superman is an incredibly kind and tender character. (If he’s not being written that way, then he’s not being written well.) He inspires hope not just through his heroics, but also through his kindness toward other people. That’s his thing. Don’t you DARE call tenderness a “weakness.” Get your toxic masculinity the hell away from me and go read a badly written Batman comic if you want a “tough” male character.

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I think they left the stove on

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Day 15: Spark

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