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#having a Tyler Moment will return shortly#just a teaser of how iâll be when the album drops. insufferable.#we are!! coming full circle!! i can feel it!! in my bones!!#should i have put the grinch ep. LMFAO#OR ACE???#tyler the creator#chromakopia#st chroma#tal#1k#holy shit never thought iâd tag a post that
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Date Night Distractions
âStop squirming or Iâm going to pull out,â he growls into my ear. I whine softly, feeling my pussy clench down around his cock inside of me as I reluctantly keep still. He huffs softly against my neck and grabs the TV remote off the couch, turning up the volume on whatever inane movie is playing.
When heâd suggested we stream a movie for date night, I did not think Iâd end up naked, seated on his lap, locked in his arms, and cockwarming him for the entire two hour long film. I checked out of the movie an hour ago, focusing only on the feeling of his long, hard cock filling my pussy so perfectly. But no matter how much I squirmed, begged, and wriggled around on his lap, he refused to fuck me or do anything other than lightly kiss my shoulder and stroke my arms.
Not even a few minutes later, Iâm impatiently rocking my hips against him, feeling his hard cock brush up against my g-spot with every move. Small, breathless moans are escaping between my parted lips as I melt against him, eyes closing in pleasure and leaning the back of my head on his shoulder, letting my legs splay open on either side.
âYou really canât follow directions tonight, huh, darling?â He murmurs.
âPlease, daddy, please I want you to fuck me,â I whimper, turning my neck to stare up at him beggingly.
âNope, not until the movie is over,â he says mockingly, âBe good and maybe Iâll give you something to tide you over.â His fingers trail down my stomach, brushing softly against my pussy before retracting again. I whine and beg him, âPlease, please, please touch me, daddy.â
He laughs softly in my ear, âYou are such a perfect little whore. Canât even keep your composure throughout a movie with daddyâs cock in your desperate little pussy.â
I can feel my pussy clenching around him at his words, and I know Iâm dripping. His fingers brush lightly against my stomach again and he runs them down towards my pussy. Iâm gasping and panting in anticipation, wanting him to do something, do anything to make the burning need inside of me go away for a little.
His fingers come to where weâre joined, collecting some of my wetness before he pulls them away and licks my essence off his fingers. âFuck, darling, you always taste so sweet,â his voice is growly and I feel his cock jerk inside of me slightly. I whimper, the praise making me even hotter and wetter.
He fingers come back down to the apex of my thighs and he flicks my clit with the lightest touch. My back arches and I let out a broken moan and rock against him. The sharp pleasure shocks my system, making my head spin and lights flash in my vision.
âGood girl, you like that huh?â He murmurs softly as his fingers rub my clit softly without stopping. âAh, fuck, yes, please daddy, it feels so good,â my voice is breathless and pitchy with pleasure. His doesnât stop moving his fingers, stroking my clit in tight circles with varying speed and pressure, pushing my body closer and closer toward orgasm.
âSuch a pretty girl, I can feel your tight pussy clenching around my cock. Fuck, youâre perfect, darling,â his praise is delivered with soft groans and growls as he plays with my body. I whine wordlessly, feeling my body moments away from shattering in a breathtaking orgasm.
âCome on, darling, cum all over my cock and on my fingers,â he murmurs, moving his fingers faster and harder against my pulsing clit. I moan as I feel the orgasm burning through my body, my pussy bearing down on his cock and pulsing rhythmically. I ride the wave of pleasure and hear his whispered praise in my ear, the combination of everything making me feel so warm and so loved.
âGood girl, just like that, cumming for me. So, so pretty when you fall apart, thatâs it, that feels good huh?â He hums softly in my ear in approval, âLook at how drippy you are, darling, all thatâs for me.â
My mind is spinning, thoughts floating away as the orgasm fades, leaving the most delicious, bone-settling haze and fullness. But he doesnât stop playing with my clit, and slowly, the warmth fades and is replaced with a burning overstimulation that makes me cry out and squirm, my legs closing to protect my clit.
âPlease, daddy, please itâs too much! I need a break!â
He laughs darkly in my ear. âOh no, darling, no you donât. You can take it, I know you can. Such a drippy little mess for me, your perfect pussy is so good around my cock.â His rips my legs apart, one hand holding me down while the other continues its assault on my clit.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my legs shaking as a second orgasm starts to build despite the overstimulation wracking my body. Heâs merciless as he strums my clit effortlessly, the fullness of his cock combined with the relentless pleasure forcing my orgasm out of me. Stars light up in my vision and tears well up in my eyes as the painful pleasure makes my body go rigid and my pussy clench.
âFuck, youâre so lovely when you fall apart like this. Good girl, keep cumming for daddy,â his voice seems to float around me, wrapping me up in an all-encompassing cloud of unbearable pleasure. Iâm keening softly, letting out whimpering sobs as my body is pushed to its capacity.
âNo more, please, no more,â my voice is small and desperate, my legs shaking and trying to close. Iâm too cum-drunk to fight back properly and his fingers continue to brutalize me, pushing me toward another peak.
âOne more, darling. I know you can do it, pretty girl, come on, let me feel your perfect little pussy fall apart one more time,â he coaxes me, the gentle words a shocking juxtaposition to his rough fingers and hard cock inside of me. He rolls my clit between his fingers and I whine.
Before long, a third orgasm crests inside of me, and I feel my pussy tighten around him again. This time, the pleasure is overwhelming and nerve-fraying. Iâm incoherent as I moan and beg, babbling from overstimulation. He plays my body like an instrument and I feel my orgasm erupt, my pussy gushing around his cock, squirting my release.
âGood girl, perfect girl, squirt for daddy. Thatâs it, baby,â he kisses my neck as his fingers finally slow and stop their assault on my pulsing jewel. He pulls my boneless body off his cock, the feeling of it leaving my body making me whine softly with loss despite how thoroughly decimated I feel. My pussy is achingly empty as he wraps me up in his arms, pulling me close into his chest.
âYou did so well, darling. So perfect for me,â he says, kissing the top of my head. I whimper softly and look up at his with bleary eyes, feeling his praise and love surround me. We sit together like this for a few moments, the room aglow with the TV screen still playing whatever stupid movie heâd put on to begin with. Iâd almost drifted off in his arms when I feel him shift.
âCome on, darling. We have another thirty minutes left of the movie,â he purrs, smiling deviously at me. And so, I find myself seated on his cock again, my overstimulated pussy pulsing around his hardness, stuffed full, and head hazy with pleasure.
#nsft concept#overstim kink#cl1t torture#soft sub#praise#dom/sub#praise k!nk#dirty talk#desperate#c0ckwarming
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Wow Iâm stupid I pressed send way too fast đ©” with Lee Know??
ËË á° ââ đ©” - kissing in the rain with Minho
ïčÊÉËïč. genre: a teeny tiny amount of angst but it has a happy ending
ïčÊÉËïč. a/n: thank you sm for requesting!!! <3 i had soo many ways of writing this in my head that i struggled lol. i really hope you like what i came up with. it's loosely (very) based on the rain scene in pride and prejudice so enjoy!! <33
Arguments were not a usual occurrence in your relationship. Most of the time you managed to settle any disagreement before it could escalate to such heights, the perfectly communicating couple all of your friends couldnât help but feel a little envious of.
Now was not one of those times; your stress and emotions were getting the best of both you and Minho in the most unpleasant way. You hated arguing with him, getting angry and unable to see the otherâs point of view, clouded by the desire to be right and make each other understand where you were coming from.
âYou donât get it.â Minho shakes his head with a sigh, forearms resting on the wheel as the rain poured outside your safe haven, hitting the windshield at an alarming pace and preventing you from seeing anything, even with the headlights on.
âExplain it to me, then!â You bite back, body facing his in the heated passenger seat that was keeping you warm and cozy despite the chill outside. Even when arguing you could admit Minho was the most considerate person alive â you didnât ask him to turn on the heat, he must have done it when he noticed you trembling like a leaf after getting in.
He surprised you after work, dropping by and driving directly to one of your favorite restaurants just in time for dinner and a well deserved date night. Everything was perfect, the location, the food, and especially the company, laughing and having a great time with the love of your life.
Until things turned sour on your drive home, and what started as a silly disagreement turned into a full-on argument about something you didnât find significant enough even to remember.
âThatâs what Iâve been doing for the past ten minutes but it seems you donât want to listen!â
Youâve been walking (or driving) in circles, with him getting frustrated and you following right on his tail until the car came to a stop right in front of your apartment building.
Itâs not like you didnât want to listen or care to hear him out, itâs just that Minho seemed to make something out of nothing, insisting and pushing forth the same idea like you were nothing more than a child who lacked basic comprehension. It was frustrating and exhausting, especially after the long day youâve had.
âMin, Iâve been listening.â You try to smooth things over, warm hand landing on his thigh comfortingly. âJust because Iâm not giving you the answers you want doesnât mean Iâm not hearing you.â
Minho remains silent, head turned the other way to stare out the window and not acknowledge your presence. When the silence stretches on, you give up with a sigh and retract your hand, reaching for your purse in the backseat and opening the car door in the same breath.
âWhat are you â â You close it right before he can finish the sentence, set on getting inside with or without him to finally take the bubble bath youâve been daydreaming about all day at work.
âKitten!â His voice follows a moment later, the sound of the car door slamming louder than him amongst the deafening rain. âY/n!â
Despite yourself and the insanity of spending even one more minute in this storm, you stop and allow him to catch up, not protesting as his warm hands land on your shoulders and turn you around almost desperately.
âWhere are you going? We are not done talking.â He states, dark hair and clothes getting soaked at an alarming pace as the rain spares neither of you.
âBut I am!â You exhale, the chill settling into your bones. âWe wonât reach an agreement like this so letâs just stop!â
His eyes widen as he pulls you closer, chest to chest, figures illuminated by the bright headlights almost blinding. âBaby, wait â â
âI hate fighting with you, Min.â Without meaning to, you interrupt him once again, reaching up to cup his face and drag him closer. âIâm sorry, okay? We can talk this over calmly inside after we cool down. Just not like this, please, I canât do it anymore.â
He nods instantly, agreeing without a doubt and most likely seeing his faults too, and not only yours. Then, when you expect him to let go and finally follow you in, Minho surprises you the second time tonight by leaning over and connecting your lips in a kiss full of passion and love, reminding you once again that the heart in his chest beats first and foremost for you. His upper limbs cling to your body just like your clothes, hugging you tightly while your hands squeeze his face affectionately, a smile sneaking past and pulling one from him as well, on the verge of beaming into the kiss.
The rain seems to disappear, the cold too, like you werenât bothered by either in the first place. Minho has that effect on you, helping you see the good in every situation. Sure, the location was not ideal â nothing could be less romantic than a barely lit parking lot â but as always, the company mattered more. And the message he was trying to send. When words failed you, actions worked better, speaking louder and getting your point across without much effort.
Sure, the argument wasnât resolved but you both managed to make the other understand what mattered the most. You might be disagreeing now, momentarily stuck in a small pothole along the way, but you still loved each other, you would get over it and be okay in the end.
Because thatâs what true love meant. Getting through things together and continuing to walk down your joined paths, hand in hand, no matter how many potholes or rough patches you encounter. A small setback wonât ever erase your feelings for each other, or make you forget all the beautiful moments youâve shared.
And maybe, just maybe, a kiss was all you needed to finally understand Minhoâs point when you sat down and resolved things that night. He, on the other hand, needed a few more to be satisfied.
#stray kids#skz#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#stray kids x you#stray kids headcanons#skz headcanons#stray kids imagines#stray kids fluff#stray kids angst#stray kids soft thoughts#stray kids soft hours#skz angst#skz fluff#lee know x reader#lee minho x reader#lee know fluff#lee know angst#lee know x you
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Spooky Spouseđžïžđ©âĄđȘđžïž
happy spooky season :) this is for my mutuals @cranberrymoons @penny00dreadful @theheadlessphilosopher @vthx who when I asked about when we think steddie bday's was, it derailed into well...this. And it was too hard to resist.
v brief mention of nsfw
"You want to what?"
Eddie stares at Steve excitedly, practically vibrating in his spot across from Steve in the kitchen.
"We should get married on Halloween!" Eddie shouts.
Steve lets his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose as he looks at his very manic, albeit very cute, fiance. "Babe, I love you, and for that, I am going to hear you outâ"
"Love you too." Eddie interrupts softly.
Steve's mouth curves at the edges; he's sure he has what Robin has claimed as his 'lovesick' smile on his face. "âbut why would you want to get married on your birthday?"
Suddenly, Eddie's excitement switches into an embarrassed blush. Hiding behind a finger spun around a soft curl, he mumbles, "...about that..."
Steve sighs and leans back in his chair. He feels the familiar ache in the bottom of his back, scarred road rash that never quite healed right in 86'. If he sits too long in one spot, Steve finds himself fidgety and unsettled.
He wonders briefly if he can convince Eddie to give him a massage later.
Eddie's embarrassment shifts for a moment to concern, eyes wondering where Steve's back meets the base of the old wooden chair they found on 74th Street two years ago. Steve knows Eddie had liked the way the chair creaked like Steve's knee, and that was reason enough to bring it home. Now, though, with the way Eddie holds his breath to see if the familiar creak of the chair will mix with the sounds of Steve's young bones aging, Steve knows he won't have to do any convincing at all.
"I'm okay, Eds. You were saying."
Eddie's face blooms red again. "Okay, only if you promise not to be mad."
"That is never a good sign."
Eddie bites his lip, "What if I told you that my birthday isn't really on Halloween?"
Steve stares blankly, "I know I've had a few knocks on the head, Eds, but I'm pretty sure you can change your name, not your birthday. Having a wedding doesn't mean you get to move your birthday."
"Well!" Eddie jumps, this time with more anxious energy, "You see, that's what I mean; we wouldn't have to move my birthday if we got married on Halloween."
"Okay, you lost me. Am I concussed again? Did we go too hard last night? I know you said you were 'gonna fuck me so good I would forget my name,' but I'm pretty sure this isn't what you meant."
Eddie takes a deep breath before getting on his knees in front of Steve, taking his hand into his own. "Stevie, I mean that I lied. My birthday isn't Halloween. It's actually in February."
"What."
"You said you wouldn't be mad!"
Steve snorts but gives Eddie's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm pretty sure I actually said that 'wasn't a good sign'. I never agreed not to be mad."
"We both know it means the same thing to you." Eddie huffs.
Steve's lovesick smile is back again, despite knowing he should be mad. "You're telling me you've convinced everyone your birthday is on Halloween?"
"...well, everyone but Wayne." Eddie's smile turns sheepish.
"Jesus Christ Eds."
Eddie jumps up from his knees back to his feet. Steve can hear Eddie's ankle crack at the sudden change. He keeps a hold on Steve's hand. "Listen, I had good reason. I love Halloween; I should be a Halloween baby. My death was almost by bats; I mean, by that logic, it's almost full circle."
"I feel like you're D&D'ing me into logic that doesn't make sense. Eddie, are you trying to make it worse?"
Eddie throws his head back and groans, "No. I'm justâI love Halloween. It feels wrong not to have something important on that day."
"So you decided to change your birthday? Ed's that's not legal."
Eddie's excitement comes back tenfold, giving Steve whiplash. "Well, neither is our wedding! So it's perfect! Honestly, very metal of us to be fighting the law on such an amazing day." Eddie's arms flap around in excitement, making their conjoined hands move messily throughout the air.
Steve wants to be mad; he really does. But he can't help it; he just loves this idiot too much. "Fine, we can get married on Halloween."
"Really?!"
Steve stands, bringing his lips to Eddie's hand, then gently to his lips. He murmurs against his mouth, "On two conditions."
Eddie nips Steve's lip, "Anything, baby."
"One." Steve starts, sliding his tongue into Eddie's mouth, just to be a brat, before pulling back. Eddie groans but doesn't protest. He knows that this is the rare occasion it's his turn to be punished. "You have to tell everyone the truth about your birthday."
"Yep, fine. You got it." Eddie grabs Steve by the back of his neck and pulls him back. Consuming him greedily, Steve gives in to the distraction for a moment. Loving the feeling of Eddie's heat pressed against his own.
Steve pulls back reluctantly, a trail of spit connecting the two of them. Eddie whines and paws at Steve's hips, trying to draw him back. "Two, you have to tell me when your actual birthday is."
The heat clears from Eddie's eyes and the sheepish look returns. "Uh..."
Steve starts to remove himself from Eddie, but Eddie scrambles to bring him back against his chest. "Fine. Fine, I'll tell you."
Steve leans his forehead against Eddie's, patiently waiting for him to spill.
"It's February 14th."
Steve's eyes go wide, "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ."
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this spiraled form all of us being convinced eddie would lie and say his bday is on Halloween. to my mutals, sorry I didn't tag you all it got to long, but this was for you guys ËÊâĄÉË
#steddie#they are so sick in love#eddie just wants to be the halloween king#rip eddie you would have loved nightmare before christmas#stranger things#my writing#steve harrington#halloween#halloween steddie#ficlet#eddie munson
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Permission (Spike x y/n)
Requested: Yep. @wtv-my-current-hyperfixation
TW: Smut. A lot of smutty smut.
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The TV plays in the background. Canned laughter and rehearsed lines contrast the mood and actions in the room. The air is heavy. The room is scented of spice and musk.
You run your hands up to Spikeâs hair as your mouth gets lost in a torrent of lust and wanton desire. His hands hold you tight as you straddle him on the sofa. You come up for air, soft pants with heavy eye contact.
âYou like that, love?â He spanks your ass and gives it a tight squeeze.
You let out a soft moan, inviting him for more.
His member is hard and tight against his jeans. You tease him by creating friction between your underwear and the top of his jeans. He leans his head back, enjoying the taunting. Preparing himself for whatâs to come.
You lean in for another kiss and instead Spike trails his mouth down your neck. He leaves love bites on his way to your collar bone where he works steadily to create a hickey.
Once done he leans back to admire his handy works, âMine.â He whispers.
You continue to ride him, fully clothed, in an attempt to ease some of your own lust.
âI want more.â You croon.
He turns and pushes you onto the couch roughly, your back to the soft material. You gasp as you go down.
He hikes up your skirt and makes quick work of your underwear. His hand finds your slick and plays with your slit. You bite down a moan. He gently finds your opening and inserts a finger. His thrusts are steady, long, and deep. You moan at his ministrations.
âLetâs see if my girl can take two.â
He works on inserting another finger, stretching you to your max.
âGotta gets you ready for the main course.â
You are full and lost in desire. He pumps his fingers in and out, in and out. You count your breaths to stay sane. Without warning her curls his fingers making you see stars.
Spike has decided he wants to make you orgasm multiple times tonight. He is relentless with his fingers, making sure that youâre deep in pleasure.
âDo you like that, love? Am I making you feel good?â
You can barely answer, your brain in a fog. You babble an answer which is incomprehensible and makes Spike laugh.
âShall we pick up the pace? Can you take it?â
As promised, he moves his hand faster, curling his fingers when inside. He uses his other hand to massage circle on your clit. He is deliberate with his movements matching his thrust with the pressure he is placing on your clitoris. Youâre a mess. You can barely breathe, holding onto the sofa for dear life.
He is consistent and persevering. He mumbles dirty words to you, lost in his own pleasure. You can feel your insides tighten. Your abdomen feels tight and ready to burst. You try to warn Spike, but that was his goal. He wanted to get you off with his fingers and make sure youâre hazed out with pleasure before he gave you the main course.
You feel something snap, electricity courses through your brain. It hits your pleasure point, and you gasp in shock followed by a slew of loud moans. Youâre still trying to regain yourself when you feel Spike pull you up.
âCome on, weâre not done yet.â
Your legs are jelly, so you struggle to stand up, still fucked out and lost. Spike smirks at your demeanor. His pride and joy. He grabs you and carries you down to the bedroom. He throws you on the bed, rough and aggressive. You gasp in surprise. By his actions, you could tell that tonight would be an intense night. So, buckle up.
You try to make quick work of your clothes but Spike is already naked and impatient. He walks up to you and tears your clothes off. Shreds of fabric all over his bedroom floor. You scowl but he dismisses you.
He lays down face up, his erection standing up and proud. You knew what he wanted. You put your hair to the side and lean down to give him sloppy head.
Your mouth envelopes his penis. Hot and moist. You work your way down slowly, reminding yourself of his size and girth. You bob up and down, up and down, setting a steady rhythm. Spikeâs head is tossed back, eyes shut. He loved feeling your mouth on him. If he didnât have other plans for you, he would finish in your mouth.
You slither your tongue against his tip tasting his precum. You give it a little kiss and shove his length back into your mouth. Spike becomes impatient, desperate and presses your head down. He wants you to choke. He wants you to gag. You oblige. Tears prick your eyes as you let him find his pleasure. He lets go and you come up for air, gasping.
âGood girl.â He praises you.
You lean so as to take him back into your mouth, but he pulls your hair, stopping you. You look at him confused.
âLay down.â He commands.
You lay on your back waiting for his next command. He straddles your torso and places his cock against your breasts. You were catching on. You press your breasts together for him to pleasure himself. You spit in between your breasts to give him lubrication.
He thrusts his penis against your breasts roughly. He wanted to feel as much pleasure as possible. You couldnât lie, looking up at him with his penis so close to you made you feel weak and wet. You wanted to pleasure him as much as possible cause you knew he would reward you well.
You open your mouth to catch the tip of his penis when he thrusts up. He is steady and consistent in his thrusts. He grunts as he finds his pace. Suddenly he stops, remembering his plans for the night.
He leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead before settling himself in between your legs.
âSo wet. All for me?â He teases. âYou nasty, bird.â
He pulls your body down the bed closer to the edge. It was time to worship. He nuzzles his head in between your legs, taking in your scent. He licks your clitoris, shy and chaste. He traces a longer lick on your slit, inviting himself in. He is focused as he licks circles around your clit, playing with pressure and movement.
Youâre a moaning mess. You love when he gave you head but you always forgot how intense it could be.
His tongue finds your hole and wanders inside. He moves his tongue inside you. Youâre seeing stars. He makes sure to place pressure on your clitoris with his hands as he licks your insides. His face is covered with your slick and he loves it. He canât get enough of you. Youâre impatient and grab his head. You want him to make you come right that instant. To which he gives you a smack on your hip, teaching you whoâs in control. You stay still, pliant and ready. He takes his time eating you out. His tongue returns to your clitoris. He trails long circles around it. Adding pressure on and off, on and off. You can feel your body levitating from the pleasure. Youâre caught up in the moment and want this to last forever.
He introduces two fingers in you while he continues to circle your clit with his tongue. He had plans to make you cum as many ways as he could. You were seeing stars. You were gone with the movement and you stayed that way.
His fingers pick up the pace. His tongue is relentless in putting pressure on your clit. You gasp for air. You knew it was coming. You wanted to be prepared for your orgasm. However, in his last thrust he curled his fingers hitting your G-Spot and it sent you. Youâre a screaming moaning mess. Your eyes water from the intensity of the orgasm. Your body convulses and lifts up from the bed.
Spike places a hand on your abdomen to keep you in place. He refuses to stop his ministrations. He wants you to feel it all. He wants to ride that orgasm all the way to the end.
You eventually come down form your high, spent and tired. Spike smiles and wipes his face with a nearby towel.
âYou look so pretty when you cum.â
You look up at him, fucked out, dazed and pleasured. You inch up towards your pillow getting ready to sleep.
âOh no you donât. Iâm not done with you.â He pulls you by your leg.
You look up at him surprised and a little scared. He grins as he approaches you. He leans down for a kiss.
âIâm not done getting what I want. Lay on your stomach.â
You slowly oblige, concerned about whatâs coming next but excited that thereâs more.
Spike pulls out massage oil from the nightstand nearby. He straddles you, puts some oil on your back and starts massaging you. You sigh. You could get used to this. He makes sure to work your shoulders and lower back. Places that he knows you hold the most tension. He waits until youâre relaxed and satiated to slip hi cock in between your folds. You gasp in surprise and follow it with a moan. His girth and length filling you.
His favorite position was to take you from behind while you lay on your stomach. He could get so much more space to move, a nice view of your ass, and easy access to your hair.
He thrust slow into your cunt. Soft and caring. Making you feel safe. He is deliberate in his strokes, letting you get accustomed to his size. He smiles at himself and without a warning lays down a loud slap on your base ass. You yelp. He follows it with another, and another. He starts to pick up the pace, riding you hard. You can feel him fill you to the hilt. Your moans fill the room. Embarrassed, even after everything heâs done to you, you hide your face in a pillow to keep quiet.
âOh no you donât.â He grabs, twists your hair in his hand and pulls. âI want to hear how good Iâm fucking you.â
Youâre caught in limp kitten mode. At his mercy. He fucks you rough and long. He rides you until youâre sore and begging for release. He wants to be like this forever. Powerful and full of lust. The room is filled with the sound of your moans and the harsh sounds of meat slapping together. He eventually lets you go to land more slaps on your ass. Youâre begging for more. He obliges. You loved when he dominated you. It made you feel wanted, dirty, and satiated.
Without a warning he pulls out. You groan in desperation.
He man handles you and flips you on your back. He lifts your legs and folds you in a mating press. Without missing a beat, he slips himself back inside you and fucks you hard. His hips hitting against yours in a steady rhythm. He grunts and huffs as he fills you up time and time again. Youâre a pitch away from screaming in pleasure. Your moans are loud and non-stop.
He makes sure to be in control not just of your pleasure but of your body. You start begging for release.
âCan I come. Please, can I come?â
âNot yet, sweetheart. Be good for me.â
You nod and hold on. Your brain only understands pleasure and the need to hold onto your orgasm. He thrusts hard and long. He wants you to remember the feeling and shape of his penis inside of you. He feels himself getting closer and debates if to finish inside you. He leans down and bites down on your shoulder making sure to leave another mark. He wants people to know what transpired here today.
âCome.â He commands.
As if in cue you unravel under him. You come undone in a seeping heap of moans and thrashing. Youâre no longer in control of your body. Youâre his to use and his to have.
He lets you catch your breath, barely, before he pulls you up.
âGet up. On your knees.â He comands you to kneel before him.
You do as he says. You look up to him, seeing him jack off his penis furiously in front of your face. You knew what he wanted. You open your mouth and without fail he fills your mouth and face with his cum. You take it all in. Filthy, dirty and pleasurable.
You kneel there for a couple of seconds before Spike gets a towel to clean your face. He is gentle and loving, a contrast to his earlier behavior. Once cleaned he leans in for a gentle kiss,. Soft and loving. You open your eyes and smile.
âCan I rest now?â
âYes, my love.â
âDid I do good?â
âYou did amazing. Youâre such a good girl.â
You smile as you get into bed. He makes sure that youâre tucked in before he gets into bed. He scooches over to you. You lean your head against his chest and before he can praise you again, youâre asleep in his arms.
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12:34am â manjiro sano
Honestly, he shouldâve seen it coming.
As soon as they were situated in a secluded area of the quaint, little ramen bar they occasionally visited, there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that wouldnât relent until it revealed itself. The next thing MIKEY knew, right after the server placed steaming food on the table and left the room, a gaggle of low-rate thugs came barreling in, guns drawn and aimed practically in his face with misplaced confidence. He didnât even flinch, just set his chopsticks back down with a slow exhale through his nose.
âCan I at least eat a little before you try to kill me?â Mikey muttered, disinterested gaze briefly scanning over the opposition, sizing them up. Wack.
âYour last mealâs finna be this bullet, asshole. This what happens when you fuck with the Tokyo Vipers. We donât care how tough you are, youâre gonna pay for what you did to Boss Nakashima!â
âWho?â Clearly, not the response they were looking for.
A stand-off commenced, his executives quick to pull out their own weapons, choosing a target with full intent to kill. The one guy focused on Mikey remained adamant to land one right between his eyes, resolve unshakable even with two or three guns aimed back at him. Heâd give the idiots credit for boldness. Not everyday does the common thug grow the balls to try something with Bonten.
Unfortunately, they chose the wrong night to chase retribution.
âM-ManjiroâŠwhatâs happening?â
At the meek sound of your voice, he subtly reached for you under the table. You practically shook like a leaf, doe-eyes wide at the sight of a gun aimed at your lover with hands raised high as if you were also to blameâDefinitely not the âsimple night outâ you anticipated when he invited you to tag along. It was his own fault really, thinking simple was ever an option when it came to his reputation, not even for a night.
âA-Are they gonna kill us?â You cried, scooting closer to lean against his frame for more comfort. It made him relax a smidge, taking it as a good sign. âPlease, j-just name your price, whatever the number, and itâs yours! You donât have to do this-â
âUnless your money can bring back the dead, sweetheart, you can shove it up your ass!â
Mikey felt you jolt. Sparing you a side glance, his thumb caressed your thigh in small, reassuring circles. His poor baby, must be scared out of your mind. The blonde wanted nothing more than to shatter every bone in the bastards who put such an expression on your face.
âLet my girl step out. This doesnât involve her.â
âThe bitch stays. Want âer to watch you die.â The assailant hissed, thrusting the gun forward to bump against Mikeyâs forehead.
His brow twitched in annoyance, grip around your thigh tightening ever so slightly as his mind filled with various ways to snap the guyâs arm without you bearing witness. The last thing Mikey wanted was you being afraid of him. You were a slice of normalcy in his chaotic life. Call him selfish, but he wanted you to stick around despite the ugly parts of it, hoping to hide it for as long as he could. Evidently, it was short-lived.
He knew he didnât deserve it. You were too pure for a tainted soul like his, too soft for someone whoâd been hardened by life, tooâ
âBitch? â
The whole room came to a halt.
All eyes had flicked over to you, uncertain if that bone-chilling tone came out of such a meek little thing, who not even seconds ago was visibly trembling. Now you were still as stone, delicate features no longer consumed by fear but contempt as you stared down the man with a slight tilt in your head. Even with tears clinging to your lashes, it was very unsettling.
You gave a hollowed chuckle. âOh, you got me fucked up.â
The assailant blinked. âWha-?â
âShut up, let me tell you something,â you abruptly stood, nearly giving the Bonten men heart palpitations, fearing your next sudden move might be your last. Mikey, however, merely watched in stunned silence, hand that comforted you now hovering awkwardly as he blinked up at you. Jabbing a finger into the manâs chest, you hissed, âYou can come up in here waving guns all you want, but Iâll be damned if some limped-dick, broke motherfucker calls me out my name.â
He gaped, then fixed his mouth to threaten you. âSit your ass down before I make you regret ever meeting this scumbag, you littleââ
With a quickness, you swing with a crisp thwack! to the side of his head. The room clamored about, even Mikey found himself blinking rapidly at not only your swiftness, but your audacity. With the opposition aiming their guns on you immediately, the executives instantly jetted their attention over to Mikey to gauge his reaction. He remained visual unnerved, save for the slight drop in his jaw.
âSHITâFUCK,â the man yowled, stumbling back. With his ear ringing, vision blurring with tears, it was a wonder where you kept all that unbridled strength. Was this the same person who feared for their life not even moments ago? When he clumsily regained composure, he looked at you utterly stunned. âDââŠDid you just fucking slap me? Have you lost your mind, you crazyâ?!â
You raised your hand, making him flinch. âSay it again. I dare you.â
Flabbergasted. Shockandawe. Slightly aroused?
That was the consensus of every gun-wielder in the room, some more than others unable to mask the evident thrill from hearing such vulgar and venomous words drip from such a pretty mouthâŠMikey being the first in line. Manâs still gawked with a glint in his eye that could only be described as carnal; since when had his kitten grown claws?
âGYAT.â Ran winced, then gave a snicker. That smack alone bounced off the walls, he just knew that had to smart. âShake it off, buddy, shake it off.â
Sanzu, with a cackle, exclaimed, âHit âem again!â earning a glare from the aggravated assailant, his gun now pointed at you and no longer on Mikey.
Kakucho grew anxious, the others just as on edge. If they didnât take action soon, someone was bound to get trigger-happy. The situation was already unpredictable as is, but with your newfound attitude, things were sure to escalate fast. He gruffly voiced, âBoss, whatâs our move?âŠBoss?â
Said blonde paid no kinds of attention.
Head void of any thought aside from your angelic form beneath the soft lighting standing your ground without an ounce of fear, one would think Mikey was in a trance. His bleak stare practically singed right through you, calculative as he watched your pristine facade unravel bit by bitâSuch vicious words filled with vinegar and oil, a contrast to your usual peaches and cream, such discourtesy when youâre normally so well-mannered.
How long had you been hiding this side from him?
Mikey thought he had you figured out, from the moment you crossed paths he was certain heâd taint you, the walking cliche of a spoon-fed daddyâs girl who wouldnât harm a fly, who dated bad boys just to feel something. But now? He wanted nothing more than to unravel you further, leaving you raw and exposed to reveal the devil horns youâd kept hidden behind a false halo.
And frankly, he wouldnât mind an audience.
âMikey.â Kakucho urged.
Said blonde hummed in acknowledgment, eyes lazily trailing off you and back at his number three, seemingly distracted. With a wordless exchange, he sighed. Just as things were getting interesting⊠Mikey reached up and gave the back of your thigh a tender squeeze. You turned to look at him, seething as you rebelled against his silent command. Oh, heâll enjoy fucking that attitude out of you later.
âSit down, [_____]. Think youâve made your point.â
You sneered. âLike hell! My pointâs been made when I have this dickhead crawling on his knees, begging for mercyâ!â
Before you knew it, youâre grabbed by your thigh and pulled down into his lap. You yelped, arms instinctively shooting out to grab onto something until you landed with a small oof!
As you opened your mouth to protest, your breath hitched and the words catch in your throat at the cool feeling of Mikeyâs gun now nudging against your clit through the lace of your underwear. A shutter ran through your body. Thankfully, your little display was enough cover for him to swiftly grab it from his side, playing it off as if he were restraining you.
He leaned in to speak low in your ear. âCover your ears, baby.â
Goosebumps spread like wildfire across your skin, warmth simmering in the pit of your stomach from both frustration and excitement. Doing as youâre told, you pressed hands into your ears but kept your gaze on the offender in front of you. He was yelling about something, booming voice muffled but no doubt throwing out more threats. His group began to shrink within themselves once the severity of the situation caught up with them, and the odds no longer looked to be in their favor. You almost felt sorry for them; almost.
Before the poor bastard even knew what hit him, the smoking barrel of Mikeyâs .45 was the last thing he saw before he hit the cold, hard floor with a hole in the center of his forehead. And just like that, bullets rained from every angle on your side of the room, bodies piling up one after the other until none were left standing. As quick as they came, there they wentâNothing more than stains on what was an originally calm evening.
Your heart pounded in your chest. Mikey could feel it elsewhere.
With his free hand having rested on your inner thigh, thumb dangerously close to where his pistol once was, he could feel a subtle pulse in your clit from the thrilling experience. While his men busied themselves cleaning up the scene, gathering corpses and making disposal arrangements, there was nothing left to distract him from prodding.
âIt appears Iâve underestimated you. What other sides have you kept hidden from me, I wonder.â He said, tilting his head.
You whimpered as his thumb pressed against your throbbing little button, biting your lip before replying, âI-I just donât like.. being talked to that wayâŠâ
Mikey hummed, nosing at your jaw. âMy sweet girl. She got her feelings hurt, hm?â
It was hard to concentrate with him playing with you beneath the table in front of his subordinates, spreaking low and softly as he littered your sensitive spots with nips and warm kisses. With the little sanity you had left, you nodded. To your horror, you moaned quite loudly when he breached past your underwear to slip two fingers inside of you with ease thanks to your flooding arousal. But, you got over it the second he immediately curled them to hit that spongey area of your walls with a precision that nearly made you see stars.
âYour words, [_____]. You had a lot to say earlier, what happened?â
You gripped his forearm for dear life, jaw dropping as your legs subconsciously spread to give him better access. âY-Yes!â
He cooed, arm flexing as he pushed his fingers deeper while his thumb stimulated your clit. Your back arched off his front, other hand reaching out to grip the table as you whined shamelessly at the ceiling. Neither of you paid any mind to where you were, or whomever watched, too caught up in the moment. Food had long gone cold and forgotten, bullet fragments scattered at your feet and blood splattered all on the walls. Even with his stomach growling angrily, all he could focus on was devouring you. ââm sorry, baby. Let me make it all better.â
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A/N: For all you who wanted to have more of husband!Javi and The Peñas. This is a follow-up to All Roads Lead To Someone! Pregnant!reader getting the right treatment.
Summary: Javier just wanna fuck you: His gorgeous pregnant wife.
Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)
Tags: +18 smut (MDNI!), pregnancy sex, mentions of f masturbation, body issues, domestic bliss, piv sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, love!!!
Word count: 2.8k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48631087
Marks
âPor favor,â Javier begs as he kisses your shoulder from behind and has you shivering because of how sensitive your skin is at the moment. He keeps it innocent though, because thereâs a kitchen knife lying to your right as you are rinsing the vegetables for tonightâs dinner. He doesnât relent though and a wandering hand squeezes the side of your thigh, âI can see it on you.â
âInĂ©s is coloring in the living room and you have to pick up Lucas from soccer practice soon. We canât,â you say simply, batting his hand away with a disapproving click of your tongue. As if itâs not bothering you as well.
You turn up the water pressure to rinse the carrots that you have gotten from Chucho Peñaâs farm, but decide to scrub it with your hand instead to remove the dirt properly.Â
As promised, the beginning of your third trimester brings along a constant ache between your thighs. Javier has sensed it coming, counted the days and is now circling you like a shark on the hunt.
It comes after a drought; a whole month of you not being able to stand the sight of him, even his smell making you furious and causing him to be skittish around your pregnant form. He isnât skittish anymore. Quite the opposite.Â
âI could find the baby alarm in the drawer. We could go to the bedroom for just a few minutes,â he suggests and you instantly roll your eyes without him being able to see it. When you donât answer, he steps back but only to lean against the kitchen counter beside your workspace.Â
You would love it; you would jump your husbandâs bones at every opportunity that you get to have him relieve you of the dull throb of your clit, but⊠Youâre in your third trimester with stretch marks, a sore back, an overactive bladder and a baby that kicks you so hard that you feel out of breath sometimes. All in all, itâs hard to feel sexy and itâs easier to take care of it yourself.
âGo entertain yourself, if you catch my drift,â you retort and make a suggestive hand movement along the carrot in your sink.Â
Javier snorts bitterly, âFuck you.âÂ
âFuck you,â a little girlâs voice repeats. InĂ©s has entered the kitchen.
Javier and you freeze, but whereas you narrow your eyes at Javier, your husband just starts laughing and goes to ruffle his daughterâs hair, âThere she is, mi diablita.â
âWe donât use that word around here, Daddyâs very sorry that he said it,â you dry your hands in a towel and turn towards the both of them. Javier gets a raised brow and stops laughing.Â
He groans as he stretches from having bent over to pick Inés up, settling her on his hip and giving you a soft smile. He takes her little hand in his own, swaying back and forth with her as if they are slow dancing. The way she cuddles up to him has you melting right away, placing your folded hands on your protruding belly.
âTe quiero mucho,â you say affectionately and walk up to both of them. You kiss InĂ©sâ hair, then look at Javier, âBut you canât keep swearing in a house full of children.âÂ
âSorry, mi amor. Perhaps if you let meâŠâ Javier looks down at his daughter who curiously observes the conversation between her parents. He finds your eyes again, âIf you let me hug you real hard tonight, I might be reminded.â
You roll your eyes again, but thereâs a smile on your face this time. Thereâs something insanely sexy about him like this, still swaying with InĂ©s on his hip and secretly booking an appointment with you in your shared bedroom.Â
âDĂłnde estĂĄ Lucas?â InĂ©s then interrupts.Â
âSoccer practice,â he replies, winking at you when InĂ©s canât see it. You hate that it makes your heart jump as if it's been shocked. Beside you, Javier is oblivious to your schoolgirl crush, âYou want to come with me to pick him up?â
InĂ©s nods enthusiastically, starting to move around in Javierâs arms to indicate that she wants to be put down on the floor again, âI made Lucas a picture.âÂ
âYou can give it to him in the car,â Javier watches his daughter run off into the living room again. Youâve turned towards the sink once more, and he takes a chance to walk up behind you. You feel his hand come down playfully on your ass, causing you to jump where you are standing.
âYou littleââ you whip around, but are met with Javierâs shit-eating grin. Oh, curse him.Â
âYou and I have a deal tonight, sĂ?âÂ
âYes, yes, whatever, get out of my kitchen.â
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Lucas eats like he has been starving for days. InĂ©s talks loudly about what sheâs seen at the soccer field, especially about the fact that she got permission to kick the ball a few times.Â
You listen with a soft expression on your face, leaned back in your dining chair with a hand resting on top of your belly. The baby is kicking but since youâre not in bed and therefore still walking around the house, itâs not as bad as it could be.Â
Javier talks just as enthusiastically about their adventure out on the soccer field. Lucas adds that he might be picked as goalkeeper. You get up to kiss his hair repeatedly and call him your little man to which he giggles in a way that makes you overly emotional, eventually to the point where you have to excuse and keep yourself busy.Â
All in all, dinner ends and tucking the kids in goes smoothly. They are both tired beyond belief.Â
Later, you stare at yourself in the mirror as Javier brushes his teeth in the master bathroom. You are completely undressed since itâs better for you to sleep naked these days, but it has the downside of catching yourself in the mirror as you pass it and frowning slightly as you notice a new stretch mark along your side. You swear under your breath, trying your hardest to tell yourself (for the third time in your life) that this is part of growing a new and healthy life. You sigh loudly.Â
Behind you, Javier enters the bedroom in his underwear and nearly doubles over as he sees you naked already. He stalks after you with the energy of someone who has been starved of food for weeks, walking up behind you with dark lust-filled eyes that go soft as soon as he sees your face in the mirror.Â
âYou okay, mi amor?â He asks, looking at you through the mirror. He wraps his arms around your body, holding you close to his chest as his hands link around your belly, âLook at you.â
âAre you sure about this?â You ask him, too busy to look at him when youâre staring at your own naked form. Javier starts rubbing his hands over the strained skin of your stomach, soothing it with his warmth.Â
âSure about what?â He sounds a little confused, but then catches on, âAbout wanting to hug you real hard? Donât think Iâm the uncertain one here. Whatâs wrong?â
âLook,â you point to the newest mark along the swell of your stomach, then run your finger over it. It is red and slightly raised, having made itself known by itching all day, âIâm sorry, but I didnât get these as quickly during the first two. Itâs not exactly sexy.â
âWho on earth told you that?â Javier places a kiss on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose along your neck afterwards. He finds your pouty face in the mirror again, âAre you telling me thereâs people out there who donât think their wife is the sexiest when sheâs growing their kid?â
You turn around in his arms to slap his naked chest, but he just grabs at your hips to steer you backwards towards the double bed. Carefully, he helps you to sit down when you feel the edge dig into the back of your calves.Â
âI mean it, Javi,â you say with a soft sigh as you are finally off your feet for the day.
âI mean it too,â he motions with his hand, âNow crawl back and let me take care of my pregnant and sexy wife.â
He is too perfect for you.Â
âHow sensitive are you today?â He asks casually as he follows you onto the bed, kneeling between your legs and easing himself out of his boxers. Itâs quite reassuring to your confidence to see his cock stand upright from how hard he is for you.Â
He is right to ask about your sensitivity, because pregnancy hormones and more blood flow has been overwhelming during all your previous pregnancies. You are more sensitive due to that, swollen and puffy no matter what time of day or what your previous activity has been. It makes for delicious sex, at least if you have someone who treats you right. Javier Peña does.
âI donât think you can go too rough tonight, Iâve been aching and wet all day,â you reply as you settle into your pillow and grab his for him to place underneath your back.Â
âAnd you refused this earlier?â He raises a brow as he watches you lower your hips onto the pillow, âYou got some self-control.â
âI was going to just take care of it whilst you were putting the kids to bed,â you nod towards the dresser where the both of you keep your toys, safely tucked away from curious children.
âI woulda never forgiven you,â he chuckles, leaning over you to kiss your swollen belly. He skims a hand over the stretch marks afterwards. Itâs a silent compliment, âBut just to involve myself in your playtime⊠which toy had you been thinking of?â
âThe glass one,â you feel your face heat up as you confess to having wanted to masturbate, âMightâve cooled me down a little, but if it wasnât going to be that one, Iâd want the g-spot massager.â
âYou have no idea what you do to me,â Javier dramatically groans at that. He rests his forehead against your stomach, âLet me be your g-spot massager.â
You laugh loudly at that, but it earns you a kick from your baby, causing you to wince when it lands right underneath your ribs. Javier pulls back a little in shock, placing his palm over the spot when he has just felt your stomach move.Â
âBe nice to your mother,â he scolds softly, âI know you want to be rocked to sleep, mi bebito, but gimme a second here. Iâll get to it.â
âJavi!â You cover your face with your hands, âGod, you are so⊠imagine if people could hear you.â
Javier peels your hands away, looking devilishly down at you, âDonât hide from me, and please let me fâ take care of you.â
âNot going to say the bad word again, huh?â You grin triumphantly, scooting a little closer to him but without sliding off the pillow.Â
âNot right this instant, but I am for sure going to make you say it before weâre done here,â he smirks, wasting no time to stroke himself a few times and then sliding into your wet heat. The moan you want to let out is desperate and wanton, but with two sleeping children in the house, you only let yourself whimper quietly.Â
Javier holds your gaze intensely as he feeds your cunt his dick inch by inch, letting you relish in the slightly painful stretch of your walls as he bottoms out and settles inside of you like youâre made for him.Â
âFeeling good? Not uncomfortable?â He asks in a whisper, voice strained as if trying to hold something back within himself. You know that your pregnant body is as glorious for him as it is for you as your pussyâs walls feel softer, warmer and tighter than usual and especially now that youâre in one of your states.Â
âIâm perfect⊠God, Iâve wanted this since you kissed me this morning,â you exaggerate to prove it, resting a hand on top of your stomach. Javier places one of his own on top, curling his fingers around your palm.Â
âTe amo,â he says with so much love in his voice that you might melt into the mattress, holding onto your hand tightly as he moves inside of you, experimentally at first and then building up a rhythm that has you feeling dizzy with finally getting what you want. Something is already brewing behind your clit, and Javier knows you come so easily when your hormones play tricks on you. He goes a little faster.
Your other hand comes up to grab at the headboard behind your head, gripping hard as the bed squeaks under the both of you. Thereâs a desperate need to be loud that you reluctantly keep pushing away, swearing to yourself that you will plan a weekend trip away from home to have Javier fuck you until you scream. You wonder if Chucho can babysit.Â
âTell me I fuck you so good,â Javier interrupts your thoughts.
âJust like that, ah,â you reply breathlessly, âKeep going. You treat me so well, baby.â
âYou feel so fucking good, mi amor,â he moans quietly as he continues rocking into your cunt. The wet squelches are dirty evidence that he knows exactly how to fuck you until you canât comprehend the world around you. When you accidentally cry out, he shushes you, âShhh, baby, I know. Right there?â
He punctuates the last word by giving you a particularly hard thrust against your g-spot and your hand on the headboard flies down to cover your own mouth. You nod frantically, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure increases significantly and the sensitivity borders on overwhelming.Â
âYou look so good pregnant with my baby,â he praises, slickly sliding in and out of you with ease. Your sheets are soaked with your wetness, âAll overwhelmed and sensitive. Look at you, fuck, I wasnât kidding about that football team. I wanna knock you up over and over andâ ah.â
When you finally dare lift the hand from your mouth again, having settled a little, you reach down under your belly to rub your swollen clit. It makes you throw your head back, blood pumping in your ears at how every nerve ending has changed since you got pregnant. Your walls start to clench, and Javier nearly collapses at the feel of your cunt pulling him in further, so you slow down your fingers a little until coming to a halt as to not make it be over already. You want him to fuck you to orgasm, and whilst carrying his baby, it is a lot easier to come from getting your g-spot pounded than it used to be.
âYeah?â You whisper, breathing ragged, âIâll give you all the babies you want. Just make me come. Please.â
âSay the bad word as you milk me,â he growls, hips having started to falter as indication that he is close himself. He entwines your fingers, âCome on, you can do it, baby.â
Heaven-sent electricity floods your body in the next second as you come with a silent shout, mouth hanging open and eyes half-lidded. Relief is not the right word; it seems too weak to describe what you are experiencing as you feel the pressure in your lower belly erupt into flutters of pleasure.
âFuck,â you pant as you realize that youâve been holding your breath. The swear comes so naturally when he makes you feel so good, âFuck, Javi, fuck!â
âShhh⊠There you are,â he groans at the first feel of your orgasm. It takes only a few of the spasms of muscles before he empties himself inside of you, the wetness of him inside of you sounding obscene, âGood fucking girl coming on my dick.â
It takes a moment to calm down after that.
Javier pulls out of you with a little noise, but then throws himself down onto the bed right beside you. He runs a hand over his forehead, pushing his sweaty hair back, âJesus Christ.â
âI want more,â you complain, staring up at the ceiling with still ragged breathing.
âOf course you do,â he chuckles, still out of breath himself.Â
âDo you think we were too loud?â You ask, turning your head to look at him.Â
âDefinitely,â he winks but then places a hand on your stomach, rubbing gently, âIs kiddo okay?â
âI think you put them to sleep,â you yawn.Â
âI think I put the both of you to sleep,â he retorts.Â
âI need to go clean myself first,â you groan at the realization, âCâmon, help your pregnant wife out of bed.â
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Could you write something for shadowpeach with yandere wukong? Maybe it takes place right after wukong sees macaque for the first time since he killed him or maybe it takes place during season 4 when wukong gets trapped inside the scroll and sees their relationship before he killed macaque and once he gets out of the scroll he got full on yandere? :3
(Hai, im rlly sorry. i just realized i sent this originally when your inbox was closed. im super sorryđ)
(Hey, no big deal! Itâs sweet that you remembered your request!)
Lost and Found
ââŠyou hurt a lot of people,â the Great Sage starts, plucking at the hair around his wrists, âand you donât even feel bad, huh?â
âIâve got nothing to feel bad for,â returns his rival, rolling a drupe pit between his palms- a remnant of the peaches that Sun Wukong so adores. âNone of this was my fault.â
Itâs hard to tell whether or not Macaque is being sincere right now- heâs more guarded now than ever before, even as rays of sunlight spill softly across his pitch-black fur and his stomach fills with sweet fruit.
Heâs like shattered obsidian, inky blackness casting rainbows in the glinting light.
âBud, you made a deal with the literal most powerful demon in the world, and didnât even try to-
âKeep this up,â cuts in the umbrakinetic, âand Iâm gonna leave.â
Wukong springs to his feet suddenly, crushing a few pink-white petals under his reckless soles, squashed into mangled clumps of cellulose under the reckless monkey- then crushes a few dozen more as he charges to Macaque and slings himself over the startled simian.
âNo, no, no! Bud, you said we would-â
âGet off me! Dammit, Iâm not some kind of toy!â
âNo! Lay down and listen to me!â
Macaque struggles under Wukongâs iron grip, his claws digging into golden arms as the tension between them crackles like static. The multi-eared monkey snarls, his claws scraping at Wukongâs clothes and fur, but the Great Sageâs skin is long hardened by fire and trial- it remains unblemished.
âListen,â Wukong huffs, his voice trembling somewhere between desperation and long-baked sorrow. âYou canât just walk away every time someone calls you out! Thatâs not how this works, Mac! Thatâs not how we work!â
Macaqueâs pupils narrow to slits, his breath heavy as he glares into Wukongâs golden eyes. The sunlight dances on them, warm and radiant. âYou think- you think a little chat will make âusâ work? âUsâ never worked!â
âIt can! We can make this work, if you would just try!â
Macaque stills, his claws frozen mid-scratch against Wukongâs wrist. The afternoon sunlight filters through the cherry blossoms, casting fractured patterns across their fur. For a moment, the only sound is the wind rustling the petals around them.
He gives, eventually. The sable simian huffs and deflates under his old mateâs grip, going slack against the meadowâs grass.
Thereâs a moment where Macaque leans in, ruffled black fur thrown askew with effort and sweat, still flecked with debris from the Lady Bone Demonâs final push for utter âperfectionâ.
Heâs tired, worn, spent from battle and spent from a lifetime of old regrets circling his heart.
But heâs still Macaque.
âïżœïżœïżœnot in a thousand years, Wukong.â
Even though the rejection is tempered, the king wilts under it, golden fur dimming under the weight of his mateâs refusal.
âMac... you canât just-â
âI can. I make my own choices now, Wukong,â the darker monkey snaps, lips pulling back to reveal his sharp canines- a threat, if the matter is pushed.
...but the king just canât let this go. Not after centuries spent waiting and wanting.
â...thereâs no one else who can protect you.â
A harsh snort comes from Macaqueâs creased snout, the unpleasant sound smoothing into chuckles.
âFrom what, Oâ Great Sage? What do I need to protected from?â
âThe Celestial Realm, bud. You think they havenât already figured out who you threw your lot in with? That you made a deal with the Lady Bone Demon?â
A pause, sharp and stiff- heâs hit a nerve.
â...they wouldnât. Not after I helped defeat her. Not after I put my life on the line,â he almost pleads, as though the court could hear his defenses. âThey wouldnât.â
âAfter what they did to me? Youâre not off the menu, bud- you never are. Not after youâve wronged the Celestial Court.â
Thereâs a dread rush of panic that starts to race through Macaqueâs cold veins, an icy chill radiating slowly through his skin.
âThey wouldnât.â
Right after he says it, Wukong signs and rolls off of Macaque, offering a hand to help him up.
âThey never let go, bud. The moment we sieged their home, there was no way theyâd ever stop looking for a way to ârepayâ us.â
His old rival sits up with panic in his shrouded eyes, slapping away Wukongâs hand.
âNo,â he snaps, bolting upright under a shower of plink petals. âYouâre right. They wonât. Which means I-â
âYouâre leaving,â the king sighs. âYouâre running away, again. Youâre gonna leave me, just like every one always does.â
Macaque pulls his face into a nasty sneer, dark and creased. âYou donât get to try and pull me into some little pity part, Monkey King. Not after you put me in the ground.â
To his surprise, one of Wukongâs golden eyes twitch, lit with a sudden anger.
âYou know what? No. No, you arenât going anywhere,â the monkey snaps, snaring one of Macaqueâs wrists in his hand. âNot until youâve actually started to change. You spent five centuries down in the underworld and donât even start to think âHey, maybe thereâs a reason I ended up down here?!â Not even for a second, Macaque?!â
The umbrakinetic pulls back a little, eyes wide with surprise at having his usual shit-slinging slung back at him.
âThatâs not- shut your damn mouth. I donât deserve to be yelled at, and-â
âDid I âdeserveâ to be alone under a mountain for five hundred years after one fight? Did I âdeserveâ to be abandoned while I was fighting the Jade Emperor? Did I âdeserveâ to be collared by the Celestial Realm while you got to run around wreaking havoc?â
Things are going wrong, Macaque faintly realizes. Heâs not usually the one get reamed out for centuries old mistakes, a dynamic he was quite fond of- Wukong takes all the blame, and he slinks off to hide in the shadows. Thatâs what he likes.
And he realizes more and more with each passing second that things are going further south- especially when he see the way that Wukongâs hand dips into his pocket.
From it, he procures a gleaming circlet.
No. No. No.
Itâs wound with the image of branching vines and flowers, a step up from Wukongâs own in term of design- perhaps someone had grown bored with it
The golden hoop exudes a warm, almost soothing aura- itâd be calming if Macaque didnât know what it could do.
But he knows almost everything about it. He knows how it works. He knows who made it.
Guanyin.
She had been like a mother to the Monkey King during his short stay in the Celestial Realm, one of the very few gods that he thought of fondly- and one of the even fewer who looked on him fondly in turn.
âMy dear Monkey,â she had cooed to the intruding demon, both her warm hands cusping his furry cheeks, âwhat have you come for today?â
âGuanyin, I⊠I found my old mate,â he admitted to her, his palms nervously clasping over her own. âAnd I donât know what to do. I want him back, but...â
âOh, my little pilgrim... you wish to reunite with... wasnât his name Macaque, then? Well, if you do desire this... shadowy little imp... I will lend you my aid.â
Her head had dipped forehead, lips gentle on his forehead, a blessing born of warmth and love- a blue sigil etches across the skin-warmed spot, riding the king good luck and protection. âAnything for you, my dear Monkey. Take my blessings, and take this... this circlet. I trust that you will do good with them.
But Macaque hadnât know that.
That Wukong had a plan all along, that it was backed up by an adoring goddess of mercy, that he had a damned tightening fillet from the start and was never above using it-
All he knows at this moment, frozen in place form shock- is the tightness around his forehead as Wukong snaps the hoop into place.
âWe can still fix this, Moonbeam. Iâm not losing you again.â
#Romantic Yandere#Yandere Lego Monkie Kid#Yandere LMK#Yandere Sun Wukong#Macaque#Guanyin#Shadowpeach#The thought of Guanyin as a platonic enabler for her dear Wukong hits hard NGL#Or maybe even being a yandere herself who just wants all her âdear childrenâ to be happy
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Peachy I am so in love with the dead disco Omegaverse AU! It absolutely plays on my heartstrings!
Can we have a continuation of the story so far? What happens when Darling finally comes off of her heatâIâm ready for the tough conversation!!!
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18+ MDNI / dead disco omegaverse au / mature themes
takes place after this
Your head is stuffed with cotton. Itâs full of nonsense, heavy and confused, like youâre drifting between a dream and reality, only one thing painfully clear.
Your heat is fading away, youâre nestled between two very warm bodies. Itâs a hazy kind of warmth, the type that hangs heavy in the air, and your face presses further into the searing temperature of skin, seeking, smelling. Youâre drinking in the scent of your alphas, blinking to try to clear your eyesight in the dark. The smell of them, woodsmoke and balsam, sinks through your consciousness until youâre shifting restlessly, detangling your limbs from the web of bodies, pushing and pulling against their grip.
You come to reality very quickly, and fear floods your nervous system.
No. No, no, no- you⊠you didnât, they⊠they canât have been here. They shouldnât have been here-
âOmega.â Johnny murmurs against the back of your head, hand holding your hip steady, stroking circles into your skin to soothe you, keeping you in place. âYe with us?â
You whimper. You canât help it. It comes second nature, slipping out before you can stop it. Your muscles seize, like theyâre preparing to spur you into action, and the room spins.
âNo.â Simon murmurs. âSettle, darling.â He starts up a deep hum from his chest, harmonics vibrating through his bones to yours, genetics and hormones reacting to the pull of his designation, your body going boneless between them. âThatâs it, good girl.â
Something is wrong. Beneath their efforts at producing a calming, soothing scent and atmosphere, thereâs a tinge of anxiety. Of worry. Of distress.
You swallow.ïżŒ
âWhatâs going on?â You whisper, clenching your eyes shut.
You donât want to face this. You donât want to hear it⊠the truth. What theyâll say to you. About you.
Whispers of your past shudder across your mind, memories that youâve worked so hard to keep away, locked up in a little box somewhere in the back of your consciousness.
Youâre dirty. Your heats are dirty. Youâre disgusting, like all omegas. Useless. Nothing. Just a thing to be bred, to be used. You have no value.
âI need ye to take a deep breath for me.â Johnny coaches, hand nestling against your breastbone from behind. When you do, itâs a struggle, jagged and rough. His lips find the shell of your ear, breathe fanning over your cheek. âAnother one, darling. Try again-â your ribs expand, and he kisses you sweetly. âGood. Thatâs it, just like that.â
âAre you hungry?â Simon asks, and you nod automatically. Youâre starving, and theyâve most likely been listening to your stomach rumble for hours. He gives you a gentle smile. âIâm going to start some breakfast, and Johnnyâll get you in a shower in a minute.â You nod again. You feel like jelly, sore all over, and you imagine you probably havenât been out of this bed in days.
The door opens, orange dusk filtering in from the living room as Johnny gives you another kiss along your jaw and sits up, pulling you close.
âAlright darling. Letâs get in the shower.â
Simon made way too much breakfast.
All your favorites, which is a good sign, you guess. And Johnny is glued to you, holding you in his lap on the couch while you eat, moving your plate and your coffee cup to and from the table to your hands.
Maybe this means they wonât throw you out.
âSo.â You try to smile but it feels forced and wrong. âAm I in trouble?â
âNo.â Johnny vows.
âNo, of course not.â Simon agrees, pulling the plate from your fingers with a gentle tug. âBut thereâs a lot we need to talk about.â Your nose tingles with the threat of tears, and you fist your fingers together.
The silence is loud for a long moment. Uncomfortable, until Simon breaks it.
âIâm not going to ask why you didnât tell us, because we know.â
The tears start immediately. Youâre breaking under the weight of your shame, your fear, your past. Itâs too heavy, and it hurts, ice in your chest like youâre dying.
âYou know?â
âI called your doctor.â What? He what? Anger, and panic wells up in the back of your throat.
âYou had no right-â
âYou left the flat in the middle of your heat, in a near feral state. We found you on the street with another Alpha trying to lay a claim to you. Iâm sorry for invading your privacy, but Iâm not sorry for protecting you. We needed to know what was going on.â You tamp down the urge to jump to your feet and run out the front door. Johnny keeps his arms firm around your body, and you press against him anxiously.
You canât do this. Theyâll want to talk about it. Theyâll want to know everything. Theyâll know youâre dirty.
âDarling, hey. Look at me.â Itâs Simon again, trying to catch your eye. âEverything is alright. There is nothing, nothing that you could ever do, or ever tell us, that would make us love you any less.â Heâs so soft with his words, trying to coax you, but your head swings back and forth in denial.
âThatâs not true.â You have to get out of here. Something is banging at the brink of your mind⊠something wild and raw, something trying to claw its way in. Itâs violent⊠and feral. âI have to go.â
âWhat?â Johnny tugs you in tighter, but you thrash against the feeling, hysteria bubbling up in your stomach.
âEasy.â Simon wraps a hand around the back of your neck, squeezing just a bit. âWhy is that not true?â When you donât answer, he sighs. âOmega.â Itâs a pull, the command of an Alpha, and you grit your teeth.
âI⊠I was always taught that heats are wrong, that Omegas are useless. That Iâm-â
âNo.â Johnny stops you. âThereâs nothing wrong with ye.â
âYou donât understand.â You protest, and they both watch you mournfully.
Johnny presses his lips to your hair, and Simon pulls your hand into his.
âSo tell us.â
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Bones Full of Words, ch 6
Javier Peña x plus size reader Co-written with @absurdthirst
âHe pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.â â Gabriel GarcĂa MĂĄrquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Javier Peña had no way of knowing for certain the American journalist he sometimes sees sniffing around the embassy for her stories is also getting information about the narcos from the same girls that he is. After Helena is brutalized by sicarios, it is that same journalist who comes to take her away and look after her -- giving Javi reason to pause and reconsider his opinion of the woman he had previously not considered as anything more than eye candy.
He has no idea that once she has walked fully into his life, he will be battling with himself over whether or not he should stop her from walking out it of again.
Rating:Â M for Mature but this blog is always 18+ Word Count:Â 10.5k Warnings:Â *Blanket warnings for this series: sex work, time period appropriate sexism, cursing, alcohol, food/eating, talk of weight or size, fatphobia (sometimes internalized and sometimes not), canon typical violence* Fatphobia, internalized fatphobia, self-esteem issues. Flirting and talk of sex. We are starting to pine! Summary:Â Spending more time around Javi is as awkward as it is anything else, but spending some time with the girls has you approaching the situation a little differently after weeks of uncertainty. Notes:Â Introducing Elisa! Inner conflict, forced proximity, and a little soul searching are the name of the game.
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5
Days tick by until it becomes weeks, and every apartment you look at is deemed either unsafe or unfit or otherwise unacceptable. The rent is too high or it doesnât come furnished, or they donât allow dogs. Señora PerrĂn had told you Chi-Chi couldnât come to her sonâs house because she generally hated men, and had said you should either keep her or bring her to a shelter.
It broke your heart that she could just give the precious guard dog up so easily and youâd been next to tears cuddling Chi-Chi on the living room floor when Javier came home from a stakeout. There was no discussion about it. Javier had just given the dog a half smile and said it was a damn good thing she liked him, because she was already settled.
On this particular morning youâre up before Javier which is incredible in and of itself. Sitting at the table with the local paper circling newspaper ads for apartments you havenât already seen feels futile, but you have to keep trying.
Javi rolls his shoulders as he shuffles into the kitchen. He had been needing to start the coffee pot, but youâre already there, the pot full except for the cup at your elbow. âMorning.â He grunts, walking by the table and snatching up your already lit cigarette for a quick drag. You smoke the same ones he does and heâs never been shy about sharing a cigarette. âFuck.â He groans, feeling the nicotine flooding his system. âRan out last night.â He explains. Youâre looking in the paper again and he almost asks why when itâs obvious you are settled here, but he doesnât. You might want your own space and he doesnât feel like itâs his place to press. You might share marks and have managed to be somewhat friendly to each other, but it hasnât gone beyond that.
âMorning.â The ritual is usually the opposite, but he seems to adjust alright today. And today, like every other, you drag your eyes away from the sliver of tanned skin that shows at his waistline when he reaches up for a mug or to scratch the back of his neck like he does when heâs tired. âYou wanna take the rest of my pack to work? I can pick more up from that corner store that stocks American while Iâm apartment hunting.â
âIâll stop on the way.â He shakes his head, pouring himself a cup of coffee and taking that first blessed sip, âFuuuuuuuck.â He groans again in appreciation. âI donât know how, but your coffee is always so good.â
âI refuse to give up my secret.â The pinch of cinnamon you add to the coffee grounds whenever you make a pot has turned out to be his unexpected favorite. It warms you deep in your chest with something you canât name, but you always smile at the compliment. âThereâs leftovers in the fridge if you want breakfast.â He rarely sticks around long enough in the mornings to eat anything freshly cooked, but at least heâs eating something.
âI donât have time.â He admits. âFucking overslept as it is.â Heâs been pulling a lot of late nights, but heâs still been insisting on going in on time. Pablo getting fucking elected to office has lit a fire under his ass to prove the bastard is dirty.
It would be domestic â mothering, even â to suggest he take something with him so you swallow it off of the tip of your tongue. âTake my cigarettes, then,â you insist, putting the pack in his hand. Instead you offer something far less invasive. âDonât waste the time stopping. I got my column in yesterday so Iâm free as a bird to get more today.â
âThanks.â He shoots you a grateful smile and nods as he takes another sip of the coffee before he checks his watch. âShit.â He gulps down another mouthful and dumps the cup in the sink. âIâll take care of that when I get home.â Heâs noticed youâve cleaned up when heâs too busy and he doesnât want you to think you need to do that. âIâve gotta go.â
âSee you later.â Maybe tonight. Maybe not. Sometimes he runs into the apartment for something and then goes out again and you donât see him until the next day. He doesnât ever stop working, night and day.
He grabs his keys. âSee you.â He manages before the phone in his pocket starts ringing. âShit. Peña. Yeah, yeah Iâm on my way.â He grunts as he closes the door and jogs down the hall towards the front of the building.
"Well girl..." Your eyes slide to the dog as she watches Javier leave, whining mournfully in her well-claimed spot on the living room rug. "Looks like it's just you and me again today. You wanna stretch out on my lap while I call landlords?"
******
The morning goes surprisingly well and thereâs even time to meet Connie and one of her work friends for lunch at Steveâs insistence. âWe could be working.â Javi grumbles as he lights up the last cigarette from the pack you had given him.
âIt wouldnât kill you to socialize once in a while,â Steve reminds him, nudging him toward whatever little place Connie and her friend had deemed appropriate for lunch.
âI socialize.â Javi snorts, even though heâs not once been to see the girls since youâve unexpectedly moved in. Itâs been limited to his hand in the shower every fucking night.
âWhen?â Steve grins, infinitely amused. âWhen youâre grumbling at paperwork in the office? When youâre sleeping? Are you even going to that brothel anymore? You donât even leave the office at lunch like you used to.â He used to go to see the working girls on lunch break or after work. He knows it â they pretty much all unofficially know it. But not lately. He just doesnât know whatâs changed.
âWhy are you so goddamn interested in where I stick my dick?â Javi cuts his eyes over at his partner before he yanks the door open and walks into the little restaurant. Itâs annoying that Steve has clocked his habits and even more annoying that heâs noticed the change. He hasnât told Steve about you. Neither you being his soulmate or living with him temporarily.
âBecause youâre fuckin cranky when you donât get any,â Steve mutters at his back, letting Peña bust past him into the place while he trails behind and snickers.
He rolls his eyes and pulls a chair out at a table. âYouâre entirely too fucking cheerful.â He grumbles, wishing he had just told Steve he was working through lunch. Heâs exhausted and honestly needs a day off.
âJust needed a little sunshine in my day,â the other man announces, beaming when he sees his own soulmate and wife walk through the door.
âSunshine.â He huffs, crushing out a cigarette but immediately perking up when a very attractive brunette comes in behind Connie. Obviously an extra and Javi decides that a little flirting is exactly what he needs.
"Hey!" Connie Murphy comes breezing in with a smile on her face and a kiss for her husband. "Sorry I'm late, honey."
"Hey." Steve accepts the gesture of affection readily, taking both of her cheeks in his hands and pressing his lips to hers with a happy hum.
"Javier." When Connie stands up again at the table, she gestures to the brunette who came in in back of her. "This is my friend Elisa." To her friend, she explains: "Javier works with Steve."
Javi gets out of his chair and shakes her hand, enjoying how soft and warm it is. She's got a nice set of tits, and he's not feeling guilty about looking after he had that conversation with you. "Nice to meet you." He greets her and pulls out her chair for her as they both sit down.
"Are you another...janitor at the embassy? Like Steve?" Elisa asks, smirking slightly because that seems to be such a lame excuse.
"No, actually I'm CIA." Javi lies with a straight face. He glances at Steve. "But that's classified, so don't tell anybody."
The Murphys exchange expressions of raised eyebrows with each other and then with Javi, as if to tell him to cool it with the sarcasm. Somebody can and will overhear him and take him seriously.
Javi continues on. âIâm here to hunt communists and prevent the Marxist invasion from Cuba.â Heâs lit another cigarette and holds it in his hand. âThe janitor thing, that was you?â He asks Steve, who hums unhappily as Javi continues to talk. âNo, thatâs just a cover.â He tells her, taking a drag from his cigarette.
Elisa laughs, slightly unsure but willing to bet he's nearly telling the truth and that he's doing it in spite of the Murphys. She likes Connie, but the American woman is a little too earnest for her own good. "Thank you for being so honest," she says to Javier instead, and picks up on the overt honesty played like a lie tempo at the table. "Just so you know," she adds playfully. "I'm a communist guerrilla."
Javi laughs, along with Connie, and Steve gives a halfhearted smile. âPerfect.â Javi tells her with a wink.
"Yeah," Steve huffs, looking between the other two at the table before bringing his eyes back to his wife and nearly shrugging. It's obvious Elisa and Javi are on some kind of wavelength that he and Connie are not. "Perfect." He says the word but huffs it doubtfully.
Javi smirks at his partner, picking up on his mood but he doesnât pay it any attention. âTell me, how did you just start working at the clinic?â Javier asks Elise, as he looks over the menu. Catching sight of a meal that he thinks you would like since you like those falafel things and hating that heâs thinking about you right now.
"Everyone needs a job, don't they?" Elisa poses, acting like the answer doesn't quite matter when it truly doesn't. Not really anyway. Her work as a nurse is not the work she will be known for.
âThatâs right.â Javi blows a ring of smoke up into the air and grins a Connie. He likes Murphyâs wife and itâs obvious that sheâs the one that is the more outgoing of the two of them.
âSo,â Connie poses, trying to brighten the mood at the table. âLunch?â
âThat sounds good.â Javi glances at the menu again and smirks at his partner. âNeed some help?â He asks, knowing Steveâs reading comprehension of Spanish is worse than his speaking abilities.
âShut up, Peña.â Steve mutters, grateful when Connie leans in to help him instead. His grasp of Spanish is growing, but at a snailâs pace.
Javi snickers quietly, feeling a little better after giving him some shit back after having to listen to Steve bring up soulmates every chance he gets. Thank god he hadnât told him who his soulmate is, or that you are staying with him right now.
Connie ends up ordering for Steve despite his semi-valiant attempts at pronouncing the menu items, and the amusement at the table lifts the mood considerably. Itâs not often any of them get to laugh anymore, and even a moment of it seems to relax everyone considerably.
âItâs good that you can meet us for lunch.â Javi tells them as they finish their sodas and wait for refills.
"I've got to see my soulmate sometimes," Connie teases lightly, leaning into Steve's side. "Dinners aren't a sure thing, so lunch seemed like the best time."
âAnd that means I get to eat.â Steve huffs, cutting his eyes back at Javi. His partner has a habit of living off coffee and cigarettes.
"Do you not eat?" Elisa asks Javier, curious that he seems to be getting the ire of his friends.
âToo busy working.â Javi shrugs one shoulder. âWe grab something if thereâs time.â
"Food is one of life's few pleasures." she returns, although she can think of quite a few other pleasures this man might be fun to indulge in with. "Pleasures are few and far between."
Javi takes another drag off his cigarette and grins at Elisa. âYouâre right.â He admits.
"So why deny yourself?" She asks, nodding toward the direction their server is approaching from.
âWhy indeed?â Javi thinks about you for a moment, before he pushes that out of his mind. You donât want to do anything about your status so he shouldnât worry about it.
"Yeah." Steve looks between the two of them with absolute incredulousness. "Why?" He really feels like he should be a reason but Javi won't say a goddamn word about his soulmate so he can't say too much.
Javi rolls his eyes and leans back as the server sets the meal down in front of you. âHurry up.â He tells his partner. âWe have to go meet Carillo after this.â
"Right." Steve snorts, ready to dig into his lunch right away. "No rest for the wicked."
âNever is.â Javi snorts and wishes he had a beer, or a glass of whiskey. When he left the apartment, you had still been asleep. He wonders what you are up to.
"Are you particularly wicked?" Elisa asks, partially for herself and partially because it amuses her to scandalize Connie with that type of question.
âSome might think so.â He admits, thinking about the question from an outsiderâs point of view. âIâm flawed, but at the base of my life, I want to do good.â
That seems to surprise the other Americans at the table, but the Murphys choose not to tease â instead settling into their meal and deciding that a small amount of talk amongst themselves is more polite. Javier and Elisa seem to have slipped into a private conversation at the drop of a hat.
"Is that what you're doing?" She asks, picking up her fork and tilting her head toward the man beside her. Elisa didn't come here to flirt, but the man she has been introduced to is interesting and it won't be the worst thing in the world to chat him up for a half hour or more. "Doing good?"
âSome days it doesnât seem that way.â Javi admits, eating his own food without really paying attention to it. âNot like health care.â More of what he does is unhealth care.
"Health care is...different than people expect it to be." Elisa tells him honestly. Not to mention that that is not the focus of her life. It was once, but not now. "Sometimes you wonder if you have done any good at all."
âI feel the same way.â He agrees, wondering if itâs that way everywhere, with any job. Maybe his pop was right and growing things was the answer all along.
"Maybe that's part of being human?" She wonders aloud, unconsciously echoing his thoughts.
âWho knew you could get philosophical over lunch?â Javi snorts, although he had actually excelled in philosophy in college.
She smiles, admittedly charmed, and she will have to confess later that Connie was right to warn her about her husband's partner. "I would have looked forward to this lunch even more if I had known."
He smirks slightly and glances over at the server as they refill his drink. Nodding his thanks before he looks back at her. âWell, now you can look forward to the next one.â
âI definitely will.â Elisa agrees, and the smile on her lips promises that she hopes to be looking forward to much more than that.
******
When a familiar car pulls up down the block, Freckles is the one that recognizes it. âHoly shit.â She huffs, turning towards the room where Helena and Vanessa are lounging. Helena hasnât been taking clients, but she had been here to pack. Gathering all the things that she wanted and giving away the things she didnât. âSheâs here.â
âWho?â Helena asks, her attention to focused on carefully braiding Vanessaâs wet hair to achieve some natural waves after it dries. A new style she wanted to try.
She says your name, lifting a brow as she looks at the other two women. âI wonder if sheâs just here for a follow up interview for an article.â
âCanât be for usâŠâ Helenaâs head pops up immediately. She knows that you are their friend, but it would be a simple enough thing to see them outside of a professional setting if you just wanted to spend time with friends. âCan it?â
âI donât know.â Vanessa frowns slightly. âShe wasnât happy with us knowing about her and Javier. She didnât say it, but she wasnât.â
âYou think she came because sheâs mad at us?â Freckles asks, frowning at the thought.
âI donât know, but I donât think she will yell at us, if thatâs what youâre thinking.â The other woman shrugs. âMaybe sheâs tired of Javi.â She snorts. âShe does like eating pussy.â
âYou think theyâre fucking already?â Helena asks, frowning doubtfully. âThey seemedâŠat odds with each other.â
âI didnât mean they were fucking.â She corrects. âJust tired of him. Isnât she staying with him since her apartment was raided?â
âYeah.â Helena nods, shifting up from the couch to peak through the window. Youâre just out of sight so you must be on your way in. âWith the sweetest dog.â
âJavier has a dog in his apartment?â Freckles finds that hilarious and throws her head back laughing. âHow domestic.â
âYou know the guard dog?â Helena and Vanessa laugh along with her. They have, at various points now, all been to your apartment. âThe sweet girl who sits at the top of the stairs? She is with them now.â
âBut doesnât she hate men?â Her eyes widen for a moment before she giggles again. âI canât see Javi sneaking around his own apartment.â
âI canât imagine heâs hiding from both of them.â Freckles shrugs. âMaybe thatâs why sheâs here. Like you said.â
"We will see." Helena knows that even if you are upset, you wouldn't take it out on them. You weren't that way, more of a defender than an abuser.
The knock on the door comes a moment later, but the door doesnât open immediately. Unlike other clients, you have always been respectful of their privacy.
Freckles wanders over to the door and opens it, smiling brightly when she sees you and pulls you in for a hug. "It is good to see you!"
You came here with a purpose. You did. But seeing the three of them together â stunning women who know you far too well â seems to spook you out of your resolve. âHâhi,â you murmur instead, kissing her cheek and giving her a gentle squeeze back. Not too tight. Not too close.
"Come in." She offers immediately, stepping back and opening the door wider. "Unless you are here to just see one of us?" She asks curiously, wondering if it is simply the business of pleasure that brings you here.
âI wasn't sure who would be here.â It feels like more of a confession than you meant it to, but thereâs nothing you can do about that now.
âOkay.â Freckles glances over at the other two. âWe can leave if you want to talk to Helena?â She offers.
"Noâno, I..." You deflate a little, realizing that you're far less sure of this plan than you thought you were while driving here. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have come."
Vanessa frowns and shakes her head even though Helena is still working on it. âDonât be silly.â She chides. âYou are always welcomed here.â
"I don't want to intrude." Also, you somehow forgot about the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, which has your own reflection staring back at you in ways you would rather avoid.
âWhy would you be intruding?â For a moment, Freckles wants to ask if you were checking to see if Javier is here, or has been here, but she doesnât. You do seem upset, but not at them.
"I don't know." And that is all the more confusing, which brings you from flustered and embarrassed to emotional all at once. A single chin wobble feels like six with the hyperaware state you're in right now and you look around at three pairs of beautiful eyes that only make you feel all the more ridiculous. "I'm sorry, I...I'm not feeling well, I guess." You turn to go, ready to haul ass and hide yourself in Chi-Chi's fur and try to blot out the world, but Helena has gotten up to block the way in a flash.
âStay.â She urges you, reaching out and taking your shoulders in her hands to physically turn you back towards the room. âPlease.â
"I haven't...been myself lately," you admit, looking around at the three of them again.
âBecause of what we told you?â Helena frowns, feeling guilty as she guides you over to the bed.
"Not...directly?" She has you sit down, and the other two girls come to sit on the bed with you, gathered around you as if you were all simply here to gossip instead of you having found yourself in the middle of an existential crisis. "It's a long story."
âIf you donât want to talkâŠâ Vanessa senses that you are pent up and she puts her hand on your thigh. âWe can always find other ways to entertain ourselves until you do want to talk.â
âIâm not going to make you do that anymore.â The realization, swift and certain, makes you swallow the lump you hadnât sensed forming in your throat. Coming here may have been a very bad idea, actually⊠âIâI meanâŠI thought thatâs what I wanted. And why I came. But I donât think so anymore.â
Helena reaches out and touches your cheek gently. âJavier?â She asks softly, aware that you might be feeling guilty. âHe hasnât come to see us either. If thatâs what you want to know.â
"It doesn't have anything to do with Javier." As soon as it's out of your mouth â defensive and swift â you flinch and shake your head. "It doesn't have to do with him being...what he is to me, I mean."
âOh.â The girls exchange looks but donât say anything. Thereâs obviously something wrong, but they wonât push you if you donât want to talk. They just wait.
It all comes pouring out in the face of their solid sympathy. The fights you and Javier had in the beginning, everything Alex said. The way every passing week that you live with Javier has you convinced that the universe must have been wrong. That you have stopped being able to even glance past a mirror on any sort of daily basis for fear of what you will find staring back at you. "I thought I was just lonely," you admit, under the gaze of three sets of worried eyes. "I thought I just needed to find some company to feel better again. But I walked through your door and just felt like I would be demeaning any of you by asking you to take me to bed."
Helena frowns and Vanessa and Freckles shake their heads in disagreement. âDo you think that we just fuck you because you pay us?â Freckles asks, folding her arms over her chest. âBecause we donât. We enjoy our time with you. In and out of bed.â
"I'm not thinking straight right now." The wording is unfortunate, but at least it's honest. "I don't really trust my own perspective. So while I know, deeply, because you're my friends, that you've never lied to me about enjoying yourself. I just can't..." Searching for the words has you huffing and shaking your head all over again. "I can't believe it or understand it."
âBecause of what that bitch said about you?â Vanessa looks mad enough to spit nails. The fight that had been instigated to defend your honor hadnât made you feel better and the words that you had learned were said about you had cut deep.
"This is...let's call it a lifelong problem." Sitting back against the pillows on the bed, you just drop your face into your hands and sigh. "I'm sorry to have dumped all of this on the three of you. Really."
âAfter what you have done for us?â Helena rolls her eyes and grabs a pack of cigarettes to offer you one. âYouâre crazy.â
"Probably." You admit, letting out a half-laugh and accepting a cigarette.
âHe was wrong.â Freckles tells you. âThere is nothing wrong with you.â She promises. âYou are soft and gorgeous. Warm and sensuous.â
"It's hard to see any kind of truth through my own doubt." Inhaling fire and exhaling smoke is such a seemingly small ritual, but it centers you in a way that you need right now. Like maybe if you had had just sat down and had a cigarette or two or three, you might not have had to bare your soul to these three kind women. To your friends â you have to remember that point. These are your friends. "I don't know if there is any truth. Looks and attraction and all of that...it's all subjective anyway."
âIt is subjective.â That all the women can agree on. âMy first love, he was ugly by any standards.â Freckles snorts. âBut I fucked his brains out every chance I got.â
âYou loved him,â you point out, shrugging your shoulders helplessly. âThat makes all the difference.â
âAnd you donât love Javier.â She murmurs, bewildered by the idea that you might not even be attracted to your soulmate. She reaches over and takes your hand. âNot all soulmates are sexual.â She reminds you. âJavi would never force you.â
âI barely know Javier.â It feels like an entirely lame defense, but itâs true. And besides which youâre not even sure why you feel the need to defend yourself at all. But you do.
âI thought you were staying at his apartment?â Vanessa looks surprised by the fact you havenât gotten close to him.
âI am.â Itâs been nearly impossible to find a place that will let you keep Chi-Chi that you can afford and is reasonably safe, and you have just ended up there indefinitely. âBut it isnât as though we sit around the kitchen cooking meals together and having some sort of domestic fantasy.â
âSo you avoid each other?â Helena frowns, not liking that at all. Javier needs a connection with someone, he is dangerously close to burnout and making mistakes and the physicality has been removed, so the emotional was definitely needed. Unless he had found comfort somewhere else.
âNot actively. I mean I sit in the living room reading at night and sometimes heâs home. We both just work constantly.â Shrugging just feels even more pathetic now but youâre not sure what else to do. âWe justâŠdonât talk a lot when the two of us are there.â
"You are both so alike it's almost scary." Vanessa sighs softly and shakes her head.
âStubborn and frustrating?â You guess, huffing out a half-laugh.
"YES!" All three women laugh when they answer at the same time.
The suddenness of it startles a chuckle out of you, until all four of you are laughing in a heap on the bed together. âThis is what I needed,â you sigh, breathing through another laugh as Freckles hugs you to her side. âTo see my friends.â
âWhy donât you fuck Javi?â She suggests playfully. âHe will have you feeling good.â
âI walked in here so insecure I couldnât even kiss any of you.â You remind them gently. âI donât know that Iâm in a place to be fucking anyone.â
"What has made you so insecure?" Helena demands, hating that you would feel that way. "Explain it to me."
You all but huff at her, feeling your shoulders round all over again. âIs being called a whale not enough?â
She frowns, reaching out and lifting your chin. "You â the woman who fought to come to Colombia, who was angry that your bosses would not let you go undercover in a brothel â let a tiny dicked man who never made you cum think badly about yourself?" She asks furiously, although her tone is softly censuring. "When your soulmate was so enraged on your behalf that he started a fight for your honor?"
The other girls murmur their agreement, but you feel all the more sheepish at having it put like that. âYou make it sound very romantic.â
âIt kind of is romantic.â She grins. âEspecially knowing that Javier looks very sexy when heâs angry.â
"If you like him when he's angry, you'd probably be amused as hell at how we fight." It's been a week or so since the last time you argued, but the fights are fewer and farther between now, as well as shorter. Last time it had been as stupid and domestic as you getting annoyed about the schedule you worked out for feeding the dog.
âWhat could you possibly fight about when you barely talk?â Vanessa asks.
"Stupid things."
"You fight because you don't talk." Helena points out. And knowing you both as well as she does, she has it right on the money.
âWhy donât you do something together?â Freckles suggests. âWatch a movie?â
It's such a small, simple thing. A movie. Not a date, not a spectacle. Just a stupid, normal little movie on tv while you sit on the couch. It's...oddly appealing, actually. But you're still unsure. "Does he ever sit still long enough for something like that?"
âIâm sure you could convince him to.â Helena smirks, although sheâs convinced Javier is only still when heâs asleep, or on a stakeout.
"You're all so very certain that I could get him to do anything I wanted." It's frustrating in a completely different way. Because you simply can't see how or why they believe it.
âJavi wants a connection with someone.â Vanessa hums. âEven if he wonât admit it. Even if he fights it.â
"Something else I guess we have in common, then." They know you too well for you to pretend otherwise. They know your tendency to run. To hide. To push away emotional connections. Even Alex had been kept at arm's length, but had managed to crack away at that deep desire for affection enough to hurt you with it. The bastard.
âWe told you that you are the exact same.â Freckles rolls her eyes and leans in to press her lips to yours playfully with a smack.
"Apparently so." The gesture is received with gratitude, even if your heart feels a little heavier as you start to really believe what your friends have been telling you. "I'm not sure there is anything to do about it, though."
âWhy?â Helena asks, wondering what could be so monumental to keep soulmates from being together.
"We sort of talked about it. The first night I stayed with him. When my building was raided." And the number of times you have gone back over it in your head since then is positively shameful. "He pretty much said he's not interested in being together. So it's all...moot. I guess."
âThis was after your argument over me?â Helena asks, tsking when you nod. âThe first strike.â She whispers to the other girls and they groan and nod in agreement.
"What do you mean 'strike'?" You ask, frowning.
âHe rejected you before you could reject him.â She sighs. âStupid bastard.â
"Alright, well..." Somehow that hurts far worse than you could have predicted, and you lean back in the pillows with a frown, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's still a rejection."
Vanessa huffs and throws up her hands. âBoth of you, stubborn!â She hisses. âYou would have done the same and you know it. You are two sides to the same mirror.â
"So what am I supposed to do about it, then?" You hiss back, feeling stung and stuck and just a tad insulted to boot. "Beg him to reconsider? Seduce him? Plead with my soulmate to give me another chance? Fuck that."
âOne of you will have to bend.â Helena sighs. âIt will just be a matter of who.â
"Now you see why I'm so frustrated." So frustrated that you could not see the light for all the dark around you. But your friends have helped that more than you expected.
âI am surprised Javi let you live with him.â Freckles admits. âHe has never lived with anyone.â
"He feels guilty." At least that's what you assumed. It probably doesn't do any good to assume, but that is what you've done. "Because it was his team that raided my building."
âAnd he could have found you a place to live inside of an hour.â Vanessa snorts.
"I've been looking for weeks," you remind her, sheepish and embarrassed that it has taken you so long.
âJavier has been here for years.â She reminds you. âHow do you think he got such an amazing apartment?â
"I can't figure out if you're implying that he's letting me look fruitlessly or that he's actively sabotaging my attempts to find somewhere else to live." Either one is deeply confusing and has complicated connotations, and you're not entirely sure what to do about it.
âThatâs something you will have to ask him about.â All three women shrug and give you unsure looks.
âFull, meaningful conversation, huh?â You sigh, knowing theyâre right. âThatâs probably the respectful thing to do.â
âYou do what you need to do.â Freckles tells you. âOnly you and Javier can determine what happens. Not anyone else.â
âIâd much rather have it just all work itself out for us,â you admit, though the complaint is half-hearted. Having something handed to you means itâs never quite as satisfactory or as lasting.
Helena snorts and leans against you playfully. âYou can do that.â She admits. âIt will be an interesting journey.â
******
Youâre still trying to figure out what the hell kind of journey could possibly be ahead of you when Javier comes home that night. Itâs earlier than usual but still not what any normal person would call early. Thankfully youâre both night owls, so youâre in the process of making some dinner when the door opens. Having managed to track down an Italian market in an immigrant community in BogotĂĄ during your first weeks there, you continue to make the pilgrimage whenever you need to stock up on ingredients.
Tonight you wanted comfort food â chunks of beef slowly stewed with onions, garlic, mushrooms, and carrots in tomatoes and red wine. The whole thing will be ladled over creamy, cheesy polenta and you canât wait. These recipes your father taught you still mean everything to you as a grown woman.
He smells the food from the hallway. Different than the normal scents of cooking from other apartments and yet it is just as mouthwatering. He comes into the door and groans quietly. âIâm back.â He calls out politely.
âYouâre home early.â Itâs just an observation, but it feels so incredibly domestic in your current setting. âI got a little nostalgic and made a ton of food. Do you like Italian?â
âLove it.â Javi admits. âWe had this little place in Laredo that did the little tea candles on the table. Best damn lasagna Iâve ever had.â
âLasagna is one of my ultimate comfort meals.â And it sticks somewhere in your head that youâll have to make it for him sometime. Cooking is soothing for you, after all. And an excellent way to say thank you for letting me live in your apartment and refusing to take my rent money every time I offer. âThis is my dadâs version of Italian beef stew with polenta.â
He makes an impressed face and nods. âSounds good. Do I have time for a shower?â He asks, feeling sticky and wanting to wash away the filth of the day.
"Yeah, absolutely." It's suddenly become a whole to-do, this comfort dinner of yours, but you nod. Somehow it's so much easier to see how handsome he is tonight. Like talking with the girls today had softened some of the sharp edges you had imagined before. "We could...turn on a movie while we eat? If you want to?"
He looks over at you in surprise, but your back is to him, stirring the pot at the stove furiously. Either the stew is temperamental or you are avoiding looking at him. âThat sounds good.â He admits. âCabinet under the tv has some tapes.â He tells you. âA few movies my pop sent me.â
"Okay." Stirring the polenta is just a way to distract yourself so he doesn't catch you staring at him, but that's alright. It needs to be stirred anyway. "I'll pick something out and set it up."
âOkay, uh, Iâll just jump in the shower then.â He mumbles, feeling slightly out of sorts now that youâve agreed to this. It feels intimate, domestic, like an evening at home between soulmates would be.
"Okay." Repeating the word feels awkward, but you try to dismiss the feeling as nerves or tension. Everything is totally fine. It's just a meal. You've eaten together plenty of times before.
Heading back to his room, his movements are completely in autopilot. Unclipping his badge and gun from his hip, setting them down in his dresser and emptying his pockets. Memories of his parents sitting on the old flowered sofa in their living room watching a movie or tv show when he was younger springs to mind. Peeking around the corner from the kitchen and listening to his mother giggle quietly and seeing them kiss before he scurried back to his room.
By the time he comes back out again, you have dinner set up in bowls, two glasses of wine poured from what was left in the bottle, and his well-loved copy of Raiders of the Lost Ark in the VCR. "Bad day?" You ask, trying to be as casual and normal as possible when you catch the moody expression on his face. You probably haven't hit it at all, but you're trying.
âEvery day I donât catch that bastard is a bad day.â Javi snorts and shakes his head. âItâs frustrating. Feeling like we are just spinning our wheels again.â
"I refuse to believe you got nothing done today." He's too clever and too dedicated for that, but you won't belabor the point. "Anyway, it's late and there's not much you can do for the rest of tonight. But dinner is hot and there's booze."
That sounds fucking amazing and Javi groans in appreciation. âYou didnât have to do all this.â He reminds you, gesturing to the meal set out on the coffee table.
"I thought it would be nice." Technically speaking, you didn't make this meal for him. It is a comfort for you with the added side benefit of there being plenty to share with him. But there is something in his voice that stops you from saying so.
Javi sits down and then second guesses himself. âDo you want to sit here?â He asks, getting back up.
"Sit wherever you want." He's nervous and you're trying not to let it put you on edge too. This was just a spur of the moment idea that seemed like a nice way to spend the night. "It is your couch."
He snorts and shrugs. âI donât care where I sit, but you might have claimed a certain corner as your own.â He jokes.
"Normally that's just whatever corner Chi-Chi has left for me when she sprawls out over the entire couch." You joke. He had let her up on his furniture on day two of having the two of you in his place and she never looked back.
âI feel like she would take up all the space if you gave her half a chance. Even a king-sized bed.â He rolls his eyes and looks over at the dog that is currently sprawled over the floor.
"Oh, believe me." With your bowls and wine sitting on the coffee table, you come closer and sit down in the corner of the couch that he isn't occupying. "Half the time when I crawl into bed at night, she's sprawled out over the entire mattress. So I have no trouble imagining she would take up a king if she can dominate my full size."
Javi frowns. âThen we should get you a bigger bed.â He hadnât really thought much about the size of the bed in the guest room. It was just there for someone to sleep if needed and until Helena and you, it had never been used.
"You don't..." You had been reaching for your wine glass when he said it and you almost knock it over by accident. "You don't have to do that. I mean...it's your apartment. I'm just staying here through the seemingly interminable search for an apartment. I really can't figure out why it's so damn hard to find a place this time around."
Javi hums and doesnât comment on that. Instead, he reaches for his own wine glass. âYouâll find one eventually.â He finally says.
"Eventually." The girls' words float through your mind again, and you glance at him out of the corner of your eye as you pick up your glass more securely. "You know...you've been here longer than me. I'm surprised you don't know anyone looking for a tenant."
His eyes slide he to you and then back to the tv where the beginning of the movie is finally starting after the commercials. âIâve been keeping an ear out for something that would be good for you.â He tells you vaguely.
"Yeah?" Deciding to play the cards you have, you take a sip of your wine and then set the glass down to pick up your bowl. Dinner smells amazing and it's finally going to be cool enough to eat without burning yourself. "The girls seem to think you wouldn't have had any trouble. And that you might not mind having me around."
Javi nearly drops his spoon, hissing a curse and bobbles it for a second before catching it. âYeah?â He turns to purse his lips at you grumpily. âThe girls donât know everything, do they?â
"Hey," you shrug, playing it off like you aren't fishing for information but giving something up instead. "I thought it was kind of nice that they thought that. Like we might actually be getting used to each other."
He relaxed slightly and turns back to towards the tv and his stew. âYou donât annoy me as much as you first did.â He snorts. âAnd you cook.â
"So it's purely functional." It's just light teasing, because you're not really questioning him or calling him out. It's just...nice to hear the good humor in his voice. "Maybe...you would let me pay rent in groceries and cooking? Instead of cash?"
âYou donât have to pay rent.â He huffs out, rolling his eyes as you bring up the idea yet again. âI would have to rent this place even if you didnât sleep in that room.â He points out again. âAnd the electricity and water are included. It costs me nothing.â
Your hand, spoon and all, stop halfway to your mouth. "You...don't pay rent? Like at all?"
That wasnât what he said, but he shrugs. âTechnically? No.â He admits. âDEA pays for it. And itâs under the set amount they give us. So I make money every month.â
"Well shit..." The fact that you misunderstood him at first doesn't change the meaning of the thing. His housing stipend more than covers the cost of the space you have both been living in. You almost sputter around the fact, but end up biting your lip and shrugging exaggeratedly. "Fine. I'll just cook because I like to and because we both need to eat." Looking over at him though, your head tilts unconsciously. "But...maybe it would be okay if I stop looking for a different place?"
Even though heâs honestly relieved that you are voicing that, Javi jolts one shoulder up in the air casually, as if it doesnât matter to him. âUp to you.â He grunts as he spoons up a first bite of the stew and polenta. âIf youâre comfortable here.â
âChi-Chi is.â You nod toward the enormous sprawl of an animal nearby. Sheâs found a corner of rug and isnât giving it up for anything. âI guess that settles it.â As if the dogâs comfort and happiness were the only factor, you simply start eating, turning your attention to the screen with a smile curling your lips.
Itâs probably the first thing that youâve not argued with him about and he grunts, wondering if itâs because you feel safer here, or if the fact that he had spread word that the American woman looking for an apartment was important to the DEA had scared people off. He doesnât regret it at all. Eventually someone would know about your connection to him, and he didnât want that used and you to be harmed.
Itâs several minutes later when you laugh to yourself during the movie that you realize how simultaneously comfortable and tense you are here these days. And that the tension isnât the walking on eggshells kind of tension youâve had with other people in the past. But something almost eager. Like itâs on the verge of actually being pleasurable. But that might just be the soulmate bond talking. Either way, you go on eating and smiling to yourself, wondering if he feels it too or if youâre just too convinced by what the girls had to say today.
Hearing you snort in amusement; Javi looks over at you to find you grinning. âHave a think for this guy?â He asks with a smirk, nodding towards the tv. Most of the office girls in the typing pool swoon over Harrison Ford.
âWho doesnât?â You counter, unashamed to admit to it. âJust like every other woman my age, right? Every guy I know is in love with Michelle Pfeiffer. Itâs the same deal.â
He chuckles and shrugs. âSheïżœïżœïżœs alright.â He answers. âI donât really fantasize about women who wouldnât even know my name.â He admits. âI like the ones Iâve got a chance with.â
âFantasizing is an integral part of my day to day,â you tell him, glancing away from the screen to see if heâs looking at you. You canât tell if youâre hoping for it or not, but youâre curious.
He watches you turn your head and look into his eyes. His curiosity getting the best of him. âAnd what do you fantasize about?â His voice is suddenly raspier, dropping into a lower, more intimate pitch.
âIââ You hadnât meant it like that. In fact youâd barely thought about what you were saying when you said it. But now that heâs asked? The coil in your guts tightens and you swallow thickly. âLots of things.â The truth sparks from you like wildfire. âWâwaking up wrapped in someoneâŠthose little touches that are electric with someone newâŠthe whole, uhâŠthe wholeâŠwork surprise thingâŠâ
âWork surprise?â He frowns slightly. âLike fucking in the broom closet?â He asks, trying to understand you a bit better even if this is more than he ever thought he would know. You arenât interested in him, but heâs curious.
âNot what I was thinking.â You laugh, though, trying not to pay attention to the way your skin tingles in response to the idea of him dragging you into a closet for anything remotely sexual. âI was thinking more likeâŠthe romance of a surprise. My mom used to make excuses to go surprise my dad at work every single week. Just because she knew how hard he worked, and she wanted there to always be something to look forward to on the hardest days.â
âYour mom would go to your dadâs work to fuck him?â He remembers that your dad was a chef and he chuckles. âI heard some kinky shit happens in a kitchen.â
âI meanâŠâ The realization is striking, that that probably is exactly what was happening, and you sputter for a few seconds out of sheer surprise. âShe always told us she was just going to spend his breaks with him, butâŠprobably.â
He laughs quietly, watching the realization rush over your face. âItâs always weird to think about your parents fucking.â He reaches over and pats your thigh. âItâs okay.â
âShe just always made it sound very romantic,â you admit, dissolving into laughter.
âFucking can be romantic.â He chuckles. âAnd romance can be a passionate quickie.â He snorts, âMy parents probably used the hay loft more than I did.â
âSee, stripping down in a hayloft to roll around on a blanket does sound romantic.â Or maybe you just have a little bit of a cowboy kink. Who knows? âA restaurant stock room? Not so much.â
He smirks as he shrugs. âDepends on what gets you going.â He argues playfully. âMaybe mayonnaise did it for them.â
âGross.â But youâre still laughing, the movie forgotten in the background and your dinner sitting in your lap. âI can readily say mayonnaise does not get me going.â
He chuckles as he spoons up another bite of the meal. He almost tells you that he will note that, but you might not want him to do that. âOh I love this part.â He snorts as he catches sight of the movie again.
Indyâs exploits suddenly seem less interesting to you, but you watch the movie and continue to eat with an undeniable warmth building in your chest.
The problem is that Javi wants to keep talking to you, but he also doesnât want you to think that all he wants to talk to you about is sex. Itâs frankly surprising to a man who enjoys sex and women as much as he does, but sex with you seems to be about as obtainable as climbing Mt. Everest.
âI always wanted to be Marion Ravenwood when I was a teenagerâŠâ It comes out as just a little murmur, but itâs true. Marion had been one of your favorite role models. âHer or Lois Lane.â
âShe was always way too good for Indy.â Javi points at the screen with his spoon as he reaches for his wine with the other hand. âBut Iâm sure Lois speaks to you more because of that journalism connection.â
âSheâs the one I went with in the end, I guess.â The comment that Marion is too good for Indy makes you glance over at him again and consider. He has that whole dashing-and-daring thing that Indy does âwould he think a Marion was too good for him too?
âYouâve got a little bit of Marion in there too.â Javi tells you as he sits back with his wine and takes another sip. Itâs pretty damn good with the meal. âDigging for a story down here is kind of like digging for the fucking Arc.â He huffs, halfway grinning.
âIâve got Marion from plenty of things.â You shrug your shoulders. âStubborn, persistent, cocky at the wrong times and wildly insecure at others. Plus the drinking.â
âInsecure?â He frowns. âWhy? Youâre a ball buster. You shouldnât have an insecure bone in your body.â
âSeriously?â You almost slip and call him Javi, even though youâve never called him anything but Javier in the whole time youâve known him. The girls all call him Javi and it feels so intimate. âItâs a total front.â
"It's a good one." He admits. "When you want to exude confidence, you do." He hums to himself as he picks up his bowl again. "You'd make a hell of an actress if it's a front."
âI grew up with older brothers,â you remind him. âYou learn to at least pretend to have a spine, or you end up trampled. In my case, I was then stupid enough to go into journalism. So itâs just more men everywhere, and these ones all want me to fail miserably.â Shrugging again, you put down your empty bowl and reach for your wine glass. âMaybe some of it stuck, I donât know.â
"I don't fucking understand that." Javi shakes his head. "Yeah, there are certain jobs I don't like seeing a woman in. Ones where they are in danger, but that's my own bullshit and I would never want someone to fail."
âThen you were raised with a hell of a lot more respect than any of my colleagues.â Thereâs nothing really to do about it but keep your head down and keep fighting, so you just wave one hand as if it doesnât matter. âWhich is a comfort, by the way.â
"You don't watch a woman run a ranch, which is fucking hard work, while her husband is in the hospital and not realize that there isn't a whole hell of a lot women can't do." Javi might be old fashioned in some sense, but he had also been raised by a tough woman.
âCheers to your mother, then.â You raise your glass to that without hesitation. âShe sounds like she was a bad ass.â
"She was." He chuckles and lifts his drink in a toast to her. "Just like I'm sure your father was a hell of a man."
âWherever they are, Iâm sure theyâre watching us and laughing together.â Tapping your glass against his, the clink rings out, and you share that drink to your parents with pride.
He shakes his head, knowing that his mama is laughing for certain. âShe always warned me I would find someone who wouldnât put up with me just because I was charming.â
âShe wanted somebody who saw you for you.â Thatâs an admirable thing for a parent. For anyone to want for their loved one. âMy Dad always said Iâd find someone who wouldnât put up with me talking shit about myself.â He actually said that your soulmate would be that person, but you wonât put that on Javier.
âYou shouldnât talk shit about yourself.â Javi agrees with that. âYou have the power in any situation romantically.â
"Absolutely not." The very idea of it earns him a snort from you, and you practically drain your glass to keep from laughing out loud. "That is so far from the truth."
âWhy do you think thatâs not true?â He asks, curious to hear this answer.
"Because," you reason, finding that last sip of wine and putting your glass back down on the coffee table. "If I had any kind of upper hand, I wouldn't have spent most of my romantic life, I wouldn't have had to settle for weasels that I basically had to beg for attention."
âYou have a pussy.â Javi reminds you. âAnd a nice set of tits and ass.â He rolls his eyes. âIf you put your mind to it, you could have all those weasels begging you for attention.â
"That's...not really how it works for girls like me." At least, not in your experience. Or the experience of most other women your size that you've known throughout your life. It makes you lips turn down in a frown and you shift slightly in your place on the couch.
âI shouldnât have said anything.â Javi frowns when he sees you pull in on yourself and turns back to his bowl. âIâm sorry.â
"No." Breathing out, you shake your head again and wipe your hands on your jeans. "No, my shitty self-esteem is not your responsibility. Sorry. Please don't let it ruin tonight."
âItâs not ruining the night.â Javi promises you. âI just didnât want to make you feel bad.â
"You aren't." You assure him quickly. "I just...I guess I wish it was true. That it was just that easy."
âJust donât let anyone give you shit.â He tells you. âYou are a good girl.â
"Careful." Before you can stop yourself, the joking ball buster comes out of you all over again. "I might like being praised a little more than other girls."
He stares at you a moment before he snorts and shakes his head. âThatâs the kind of attitude you should have.â
"Shameless vampy flirt?" You ask, with one eyebrow raised.
âVampy?â He lifts a brow of his own in challenge.
Competitive. Your teachers and your brothers and your parents and everyone else in your childhood had always called you competitive. Not in the athletic sort of way. But in the way where you could never back down from a challenge. Almost instantly you're tossing the collar of your sweatshirt off your shoulder and batting your eyelashes, shaping your lips into a pout. "Is that what does it for you? Vampy?"
His cock twitches violently and if you werenât who you are, he would be on you in a second. Taking you up on the invitation in that look. But you arenât looking for him to jump you. âMaybe.â He manages, trying to not let it seem like itâs taking everything he had in him to act normal.
Something changes. Something in his eyes flashes. He tenses. Something in the moment reacts so assuredly that your heart speeds up and you unconsciously lick your lips, tongue darting out to wet them like some sort of silent and unintentional test to see if he's watching you as carefully and with as devoted focus as you're watching him. If you â when did you get to this place and why didn't you notice before? â actually want to kiss him as badly as you think you do in this moment.
Javi practically dumps the bowl onto the coffee table as he stands up. You licking your lips bothering him so much he has to move. âGotta pee.â He explains. âKeep watching the movie.â
"Iâuhâ" He seems to panic and it deflates you instantly, to the point where all you can do is sputter and shrink back in your seat, shoving your stupid sweater back up on your stupid shoulder. "Right. Okay."
Javi does have to pee, but it takes a moment to get the half chub he has going on to go down. âSheâs fucking teasing you.â He reminds himself. âDonât fucking touch her. Just donât.â
He was just fucking tease you. You reprimand yourself over and over, trying to get yourself under control before he comes back. Before you give yourself away. Before you have to admit to anyone but yourself that you actually had been hoping that he would take you up on the offer. Calm the fuck down!
After a few minutes, Javi slowly walks back down the hall. âWant a beer?â He asks, hovering between the kitchen and the living room. âWater?â
"Water is fine." More alcohol is probably a bad idea. You don't want to get tipsy and do something that will make things awkward again. "Thank you."
âWelcome.â He gets two glasses of water, figuring he better lay off the booze himself. Heâs changed the mood and he doesnât know how to go back to that somewhat easy vibe but he knows more alcohol wonât help.
With a little less than half the movie left, he brings back two glasses of water and you thank him for your again as he settles back down on the couch. Chi-Chi had barely stirred while he was gone but now she shifts, getting up from her corner of rug to move over four feet and flop down in front of the sofa as if she means to tell you that neither of you is allowed to get up again.
Javi snorts to himself and tries to watch the movie again, spreading his arm across the back of the couch towards you. Legs splayed a little to be comfortable and he takes a sip of his water, âWant a cigarette?â
"Sure. Thanks." You've gotten into the habit of sharing packs while you're in the apartment together so this, at least, is relatively normal. Or at least as normal as the two of you are bound to get.
Sharing a cigarette is normal. He reaches for the pack and puts one in his mouth and flicks the lighter. Taking a drag off the smoke before handing it to you.
It's such a little motion, and so practical, but after that moment of flirtation where you could have sworn you saw attraction in his eyes, it feels so intimate to smoke from a cigarette that was just held by his lips. Like if you try hard enough you could taste him instead.
Shit. You really have to stop thinking like this...
Javi leans back and sighs softly. âNeeded that.â He admits. âNeed to fucking quit, but Iâm already cutting back on other things.â
âI keep thinking I should quit,â you admit, but take another drag when he passes it back to you. âBut I never do.â
âStress.â Javi snorts. âAddiction. Habit. Who knows?â He looks at it seriously and then takes another drag. âSmoking a cigarette is more satisfying than chewing some fucking gum.â
âI honestly donât even like gum that much.â Itâs stupid, that little insignificant piece of trivia about yourself, but you feel like youâve made some tiny bit of headway tonight. At the very least, if youâre going to be roommates for a while, sharing things seems easier than expecting him to read your mind.
âItâs okay.â He doesnât mind it, but the burn of the nicotine in his chest is what he really wants. âBut it doesnât beat this.â He hands the cigarette back to you, noticing the filter is stained with the last bits of wine from one of your lips, resembling lipstick.
You both silently realize it about the same time, and the smile tugging at your lips grows ever so slightly in silent response. Acts of connection, no matter how small, are making you happy tonight.
âGot another carton in the car.â Javi tells you. âIâll bring them in before I leave in the morning.â
âThank you. Itâs so much easier than high-tailing it across the city to that American market near my old place.â Youâre learning his neighborhoodâ your neighborhoodâ little by little. It will be good to put it more of an effort now. Since youâre officially staying put.
âYeah.â Javi frowns slightly. âBe careful if you go back over on that side of town.â He tells you. âEscobar wasnât happy about his sicarios.â
âShitâŠâ You wipe one hand down your face and sigh. âInez found a new place in that same neighborhood. Iâll have to tell her to watch out.â
âYeah.â He knows you still talk to the bartender from the club you lived under. She was also your neighbor. âLet her know.â
âThanks, Javi.â It slips this time, just a nickname. Just a small act of intimacy. But it slips without you even realizing it.
He hears the softness of his nickname on your tongue. Making him want to reach out. To pull you closer to him, but he doesnât. You two are in this awkward, yet comforting place and he doesnât want to rock the boat. âYouâre welcome.â
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Prompt:Tesla has officially made robots the new thing! Everyone has one, what happens when you get your very own?
Youâve never enjoyed the idea of robots taking over the world, or humans already having control of it.
You didnât understand why war or anything happened why couldnât we all just make out or chill, something jeez.
Though you needed some extra help around the place, sure you didnât like the thought of someone or something you didnât know being around your house and handling things.
But you couldnât clean, take care of your animals, and work too.
So you bought one, a Tesla fucking robot. You remember them advertising the blank faced thing on tv.
Making it more âacceptableâ by giving it a voice.
Though the damn things still had words on its face, so theyâd be accessible for deaf people even going as far to teach them sign language.
Some have moveable braille. They come in colors, brown, pink, yellow, anything you could think of.
Now itâs not that you were excited, happy or even relieved. You thought of it as a burden because now youâd have to go to a Tesla socket and plug the damn thing up.
You already brought the damn robot thereâs no way you would buy the charger too.
Did it look like you had thousands of dollars laying around?
No.
You only brought this so you could get some sleep and not hear your dog crying all the damn time.
So here you were, jaw to the floor as another robot carried the thousand pound box to your living room. A man in the car reading what looked like mail.
The robot walked out of your house, making small talk as it left.
The robot came full pieced, all you had to do was power it on.
It was just like a cellphone almost, it came charged.
It took the strength of every bone in your body to stand the damn thing up straight, your hands wondered on the shiny thing trying to find the damn button.
âHello?â
A voice spoke, you jumped back. The thing was on, you didnât even know what you pressed.
âHow did you umm, turn on?â
You stuttered over your words as if examined itself, twisting its hands in front of where eyes should be.
âEye recognition.â
You gasped, you remember when Apple did its eye thing but who knew they partnered with Elon musk?
It muttered your name before tilting its head up to you.
âWhat shall I do as your service?â
You coughed clearing your throat, feeling uneasy because it was harder to read this stoic thing than a human.
âJust feed my pets, keep the house clean. Easy job. When youâre done you can do whatever.â
It nodded before scanning the house, its head doing a weird observing tilt.
âWhere are these âpets.â Currently and what are they?â There was a weird pause between you two.
âTheyâre outside, let them in-in two hours, let them out every four. Theyâre dogs.â
It hummed before nodding its head
Immediately going to do what it was told to.
âYou donât have to now, Iâve already done everything. Just do it when I canât.â
It froze in place a beep sound coming from it, it face had some weird dots on it coming in connecting circles with the words on the bottom âloading.â
âThen what was the point of my purchase if I am to just do what you didnât manage to do, but usually do?â
You shrugged your shoulders, before passing it the remote.
âHereâs some TV, try not to fuck your mind.â
Another boop, and another loading screen.
âFuck my mind, I assume you are trying to metaphorically tell me not to mess up my mind the same way others use the term fucked up.â
You paused, you held your laughter in your throat.
âUh yeah, sure dude.â
You jogged upstairs leaving the vessel of wires on your couch clicking through the feed.
You went to get ready for work, you had already took a shower earlier that day so all you had to do was get your clothes and necessities.
You grabbed your purse and began scattering through your dresser drawer, you sighed and realized that finding your keys wouldâve been a hassle.
So you moved on and decided youâd do that last.
You put on your work clothes, the uncomfortable texture made you feel cold, you grabbed some shoes, something dirty, or fucked up so you didnât have to mess up anything else.
You grabbed your purse and threw your phone inside, you jogged down the stairs only to see the robot gone.
âUh, robot?â
You heard nothing, no response. The horn outside repeatedly beeping made the suspense worse.
You walked into the kitchen only to see the robot sitting near the counter pressing the button on the keys.
âGod you found it!â
You jogged up to him or it and snatched the keys. It sensed your annoyance.
âI am sorry, I suppose I got distracted.â
You cut him some slack, you knew what it was like to get distracted when you had things to do. But a robot? What good was it if it couldnât do what it was designed for?
âListen, just watch after the house. Itâs fine, Iâll see you in 12.â
You headed out the door, and went towards your car. A twelve hour shift was practically voluntary slavery.
âââââ
You sighed, home sweet home.
Your back muscles were tensed, body sore snd feet cramped. You groaned as you stepped out the car, picking up your purse was another burden because of the weight it held.
You didnât feel like rummaging for your key.
Never thought youâd say it but thank fucking God for Elon musk.
You dragged your limp body up the steps before three harsh knocks. A deeper voice answering you.
âHello, who is it?â
âYour owner.â
You responded, he recognized your voice and opened the door immediately.
âGood morning, how was your day-â
You walked passed him, throwing your purse to the ground nor caring about your phone.
You didnât even bother to take off your shoes on the freshly cleaned carpet floor.
You noticed your two dogs sleep in the dog bed with their bowls full near them and thatâs all you needed. Though there had been a little piece of metal in its mouth,
Normally anyone else wouldâve been concerned but your dogs had a weird kink for biting its cage apart.
You let out a hefty sigh and closed your eyes before telling the robot to lock the door.
ââââ
Your eyes fluttered open by the sound of clashing, you immediately took a look to your left, your dogs were sound asleep.
You stood up, knowing that the damn robot had got itself into something or stuck.
Though when you stood you couldnât help but notice your shoes off and your purse gone.
Did the damn thing rob you?
âHello?â
You called it before hearing the now famous loading boop.
âUp here.â
Its voice had been blank, as if it simply fell and understood it couldnât get up.
You walked up the stairs a little nervous if you had to be honest, you didnât know what you were to see.
You pushed your door open before seeing the robot on the ground its left hand covering its right forearm.
Electricity seemed to be buzzing from it, anyone could tell it was injured.
âWhat the hell happened?â
You yelled, loading screen once again.
âI went to let your animals in and they attacked me, I suppose they feared I was an intruder and tried to protect the home.â
You gasped before kneeling to its side before wondering one thing.
âHowâd you manage to get away?â
You had to ask, you had two, two hundred forty-pound dogs.
âWhen it bit me I climbed up the rails into your room.â
The thought of the robot clinging to your walls like Spider-Man unnerved you but God you couldnât let your thousand dollar investment go to waste.
âHow much is it going to cost to fix you?â
You asked, a sigh leaving your lips.
â a few thousands of dollars, though I wouldnât mind waiting.â
You sighed before grabbing some cloth and wrapping its arm tightly so no bolts or wires would fall out of its joints.
âYouâre laying in my bed.â
The robot let out an audible gasp,
âI wouldnât want to burden you-â
You ignored what it said and repeated yourself before helping it into the bed.
You sighed.
âI shouldâve just stayed home, but thank you for helping me.â
The robots head turned to you in a creepy way, unsettling and you knew it was something youâd have to get used too.
âNo need to thank me- Battery low. - Thatâs what Iâm here for.â
You sighed knowing youâd had to drive to a charger tomorrow and work extra hard to get it fixed and pay for the bills and your animals.
âGoodnight- Power off-â
You sighed before nuzzling into the covers.
âGoodnight. Robot.â
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may i request trying to conceive with the bachelors? like itâs been decided that you want to start trying for a baby and maybe it doesnt happen right away?
maybe it can get a little nsfw đ
Iâm so sorry these are major nsfw I got a little caught up đ that being said MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT, smuts below the line đ
Trying to conceive with the bachelors
Harvey:
He knows itâs probably gonna take more then one try to get pregnant, usually it can take up to a year for couples to fall pregnant with Their first baby
But that doesnât make each month with a negative test any easier on either of you
Itâs been four months of trying to no avail, each time your period comes right on time
Of course heâs still very encouraging about it all, he doesnât want disappointment to overshadow your lives
âThatâs alright sweetheart, we can try againâ
Researchers different positions in bed to make it more likely to conceive
âFuck baby, just like thatâ
Pounding into you with your knees on his shoulders leaning over you, cock as deep as he can get. Full mating press when he cums inside you
âGood girl, take it so wellâ
Keeps you plugged up for a bit after, when he pulls out you keep your legs up against a wall
Finally by the fifth month of trying you get your positive test
And a boat load of nausea
Sam:
Heâs so excited at the idea of having his own family with you that he practically jumps your bones the moment you bring it up
Bends you over the nearest couch, flipping your skirt up and moving your panties to the side before plunging his cock into your wet cunt
âFuck baby, want me to fill you up? Make you a mommy?â
Reaches around to rub circles on your clit while he pounds into you
âShit baby, gonna cum, gonna fuckin fill you with my cum, make you all round with my kidâ
Keeps his hips flush to yours for a good moment after he cums
It takes a total of around seven months to actually get pregnant
He was pounding you into the mattress pretty much nightly for those seven months
Shane:
He was both excited and nervous to start trying for a baby
On the one hand, hitting it raw? Absolutely, and he does want children
On the other hand, heâs nervous on how good of a dad heâll be, but you assure him youâll both do great so you agree to start trying
Heâs slamming his hips into yours from behind, hands griping your hips harshly pulling you back to meet every thrust
âFuck baby, take it like such a good little slut, you want my cum? Want me to breed this slutty little pussy? Fucking beg for itâ
Moves one of his hands to your hair to pull so your backs into a harsher arch and your heads not buried in the pillows
âPlease..f-fuck please give me your cumâ
He knows you can beg better then that but heâs feeling generous tonight
Slams his hips as deep as he can get inside you, leaning down to bite your shoulder when he cums
It only takes about six months to get pregnant, six delightful months of getting railed into the mattress, on the dining room table, the couch, the shower
You name it, youâve been fucked on or in it
Elliott:
Heâs also very excited to start a family with you, your the love of his life of course he wants to you to carry his children
Heâs got you on your back in bed, his hips slowly thrusting in and out of you at a sweet slow pace
One hand holding yours, the other brushing your hair back sweetly
âYour going to look absolutely beautiful, all full and round with our child my loveâ
Does not hold back his moans or gasps
When he cums heâll have you cock warm him while cuddling after so his cum stays deep within you
It takes almost the full year but heâs never lost hope that youâd have your little family
And he canât say heâs complaining about all the nights spent tangled in each others limbs either
Alex:
Heâs also nervous about kids, he wants them but he never had the best example for parents, he is comforted that heâd have you by his side though
Heâs got you on his workout bench on your hands and knees, working his hips against you in quick thrusts while panting into your neck
âFuck babe, you feel so fucking goodâ
Starts leaving hickeys on your necks while he fucks you
One hand playing with your clit, the other hand gently pinching your nipple
âShit, gonna look so fucking perfect, have these tits full of milkâ
Cums inside you with a long groan against your neck
Your getting fucked two or three times a day for like eight months until you finally get that positive test
Mans got stamina for days, how could he not with all that lifting and working out
Sebastian:
Very excited to ditch condoms but letâs be real, yâall were probably only using the pull out method anyway
It takes a surprisingly short four months to get pregnant
Very surprised you never got pregnant accidentally at some point
Your riding his cock cowgirl style while he guides your hips up and down
Thrusts his hips up to meet yours when you sink down
âShit sweetheart, gonna make you all mine, gonna make sure everyone knows itâs my kid your carryingâ
Possessive just a little bit in bed
Hands leaving your hips to play with your tits while you grind down on him
He decides to flip you over to take control and starts pounding into you quickly, legs tossed over his shoulders
âFuck, gonna paint this cunt with my cum baby, gonna fucking stuff you fullâ
Whines when he cums inside you, itâs the hottest whine youâve ever heard
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the black cat and the mysterious nightwing.
pairing ; dick grayson x m!reader. fandom: ; dc, nightwing. word count ; 2148. genre; angst. rating ; pg-13. warnings ; blood, depictions of violence, bone-breaking, head trauma, physical fighting, verbal arguing, flirty banter, blackcat!malereader. notes ; i tried my best doing a blackcat!reader. i gotta admit, i don't know much about the character, so i just did my own little spin on it! req ; anonymous.
âdonât you think,â you scrambled to your feet, but caught yourself with a lunge before picking your hands out of the dust to charge at your opponent with vigorous speed. the sensor in your gloves triggered your metal claws to come out and you attacked with the intent to mark the masked manânot to wound, but to warn him off. âwe would make a great couple? iâd happily sell my persona if it meant that âthe black cat and the mysterious nightwingâ gets turned into a film and made billions at the box office.â
âyou know,â nightwing blocked every swipe of your claws except for one to the faceâa nick. the fresh cut on his cheek stung when it caught the cold breeze, but heâs too quick on his feet for you to notice the blood. he then circled around you with his escrima sticks drawn out, huffing. like your opponent, you followed back in his steps in defense, facing him as your senses were on high-alert from the advent of his signature weapons. the last time you were tased with them, you were sent to the ground, feeling tremors days laterâthey werenât exactly the highlight of your interactions with him. âiâm the one bringing the audience in, right? flip the order of our names and itâs a maybe!â
âand havenât i told you that iâm taken?â he continued, stalking you in a circle like a predator with its preyâan eagle with its cat.
âhuh...â you thought to yourself out loud, eyeing the rooftop environment around you for a brief moment. cardboard boxes, plastic bags, cigarette butts, candy wrappersânothing you could use to your advantage. ânever thought youâd be the loyal type.â
âwhat?! youâre kidding, right?â nightwing interrupted the banter by charging at you again and you leaped to the side to dodge the first, but your back eventually caught the stick when he swung his right arm. he hopped back in defense, watching you gather yourself in a hunch, groaning.
âI mean, fuck-â you tasted the wind that was knocked out of you, chapped and dry, and it all made the taste of metal more profound in your mouth. âwith that body? no way. i can only imagine whatâs underneath.â
âIâm flattered!â as he rushed towards you, nightwing swung a powerful right, a heavy grunt paired alongside. you evaded with a flip and another with an arm-block, but the impact knocked you back onto the concrete floor. your padded uniform took the brunt of the contact, but not your exhaustion. you were almost at your limit, panting and grunting heavily as you continued to dodge his onslaught of thwicks and whams at your chest and sides, beat after beat to the best of your ability. he was fast, always been faster than you, and he showed no signs of slowing.
âyou have no reason even stealing from bruce wayne. come on,â the man meandered towards you, arrogance in every step while he stretched the tight muscles in his arms and back. âgive it up. i wonât tell him, and iâll even get you off scot-free.â
âyouâre too handsome for me to send you to jail.â he said, half-earnestly.
despite assuming full responsibility of blĂŒdhaven, and occasionally, gotham, his personality never diverged from his regular civilian-self: confident, playful, optimistic, and much more, but that was what you loved most about dick grayson. he was always himself.
you watched him slowly approach, elbows scuffed and planted to the ground as it supported your bruised body. he lent a hand down to youâgentlemanly.Â
âhm⊠so you do find me handsome.â you grasped his hand and he began to pull you up, naive and trusting. âi got a chance then?âÂ
but you pulled him downwards instead, met your foot with his gut, and one strong kick tumbled him to the floor. âiâm still up for you getting me off, though!â
the distance between the two of you was larger than expected. he was going to chase after you no matter whatâheâs done it before. the mental clock inside of your head was ticking as you watched him writhe, catching his breath. worry ignited, but it tickedâ continue ticking until he found his footing, and you made a run for the ledge. your thrown backpack that harbored the stolen item resided in the nearest corner and your arm extended, reaching whatever you could grasp onto in midst of your flee.
but your palm held nothingâonly cold warmth when you gathered air into a tight fistâas nightwing rammed you onto the floor with all of his body weight, skidding you near the ledge. your head hung off the edge as you blindly bore his swings to your hips and waist with a groan louder than the next, a bruise stacked on top of another. âfuck!â
the familiarity of gotham became foreign as half of your body dangled off the ledgeâapartment buildings emerged from skies and the moon rose from seasâand it didnât help that your opponent was weakening you with every guttural punch, drawing out hard groans from your throat.
âone last chance, cat. this has been fun and all, but iâm kind of getting sick of your schtick.â nightwing grabbed you by the shoulders and yanked you back up.
but something in the wind caught your eyeâsomething black, something familiar. you turned your head, groaning when the muscles in your neck have stiffened in the mere moments it vacationed on the ledge, and a gasped left your hot throat.
your mask.Â
âis that a yes?!â dick shouted, hands still clutched onto your shoulders while your cheek was still turned toward him, watching the mask ride the wind through gotham.
the air cooled your exposed skin, bruises and cuts melting with every breeze, and you were hesitant to turn, to respond. but dick was frustrated now and began pressing a knee to your bruised gut to warrant a glance of any kindâhe can tell you were close to surrendering.Â
you do.
you bit back a pained scream and turned towards him; nightwing, dick, your boyfriend of two years. the frustration and annoyance in his face soon wrinkled into shock, confusion, then betrayal.
but he feigned normalcy; you could tell by the waver in his voice and the twisting of expressions between artificial calmness and deception.
âwhat- what is this?â he stepped back once he let you go, lying. âyouâre just a regular dude-â
âi can explain,â you coughed out, blinking the etched image of dickâs betrayal awayâa desperate attempt. there was no lying your way out of this anymore. years of being untruthful regarding the wounds he unknowingly left on you, nights you disappeared into; it has all accumulated into this very momentâkarma. âdick-â
âno-â dick twitched at the sound of his name. it resounded from a familiar voiceâa voice that he would yearn to hear every morning and night, a voice that he has loved since day one, a voice that wouldnât have held secrets. âyou knew? you fucking knew about meâabout all of this the whole time?! what the fuck, y/n?â
âdick, I never meant for it to get this far.â you said, getting up with sluggish movements. âi was just- fuck, uh.â you stammered and your thoughts clouded.Â
what were you doing this for? it started off with wanting vengeance for your mother, then it amassed into wealth, then⊠then?Â
what else was there left in this second life of yours that you needed to fulfill?
âseriously? cat got your tongue, or what?â he walked towards you, pointing one of his sticks at you, intimidating. âyou canât even give me a reason?â
âcalm down, okay? i canât exactly think when you probably broke my fucking ribs-â you spat bitterly. not the best time to be annoyed at him, but youâve always been quick to anger.
âwow, okay⊠maybe, i donât knowâif you wouldâve told me about all of this earlier then we wouldnât be in this position right now!â dickâs powerful voice shouted, and you flinched when he pressed his weapon to your chest.
âokay- why are you even angry about this? itâs not like i robbed you!â you shouted back, leaning your chest forward until the butt of it pressed into your bruise. it was painful, but your jaw tightened to hold your anger.
âyou kinda did considering itâs from the manor i grew up in.â he scoffed, irritating you further with multiple pokes to your chest. âyou lied to me, stole from my family. you seriously think thatâs okay? after everything i told you?â
you didnât want to admit it, but he was right. though it was only a coincidence that you and dick happened to fall in love; you kept this charade up and toyed with his alter-ego despite knowing who he was. stealing from a billionaire sounded great on paperâif only you never knew dick grayson, but his alias instead.
âI trusted you.â his voice softenedâhurt and disappointedâas he stared into your eyes, and you could feel guilt swimming in your gut. âi donât even know if this is all realâus, y/n.â
but youâve never been one to face the consequences of your own action.
âhere,â you limped to fetch your backpack, and dick instinctively followed you in case you were to escape again. âtake it.â you handed a jewelry box to dick. the valuable wasnât worth it anymore, even if it meant it would make you a millionaire. right now, all you wanted to do was go home and sleep your injuries off.
maybe even rethink your purpose on earth.
âso, just like that?â dickâs voice began to hollow as you walked away from him, nearing the ledge. âno apologies? not even going to look at me?â
âthatâs the plan.â you muttered to yourself defeated, strapping yourself to your backpack, and before dick could say another word, parachuted yourself into the night. âalways the plan.â
that was all you could think about as you writhed on the ground, dazed from the multiple beatings to your head and body.Â
it was a burglary gone wrong. since youâve last seen dick, you became sloppy. heists were done with aimless drive; not for your own gain, but out of pure spite because youâve lost the best thing you had in your life, all because you were stubbornâa coward.Â
stubbornness has done nothing but led you into a downward spiral of life, and now, you were at its very last step. you thought you broke that spiral by giving back to the communityâdonating to charities that you were passionate about, that needed the wealth that you profited off the most.Â
but instead, you envisioned yourself banging on heavenâs door, gasping and screaming in pain as you begged.
a wheeze was knocked out of you once more when you took another crowbar to the gut. the taste of metal in your mouth became your comfortâyou werenât dead yet. closeâsoon.
you moved, but barely, crawling to a void you were sure youâd be left dead at, with nobody to witness the final breath you would draw. it was an amusing image for the henchmen. the trauma to your head muffled the demonic laughter of the predator, but it induced another cycle of ringing in your earsâyou whimpered. you could feel yourself breaking into tears at any momentâif you even had the strength to.Â
when the henchmen pushed his heel onto your broken handâhardâyou knew it was over. excruciating pain sent your body into tremors and you halted to break out into a cowardly sob.
your begs for him to stop fell on empty ears and he only dug deeper, until you could both hear a snapâa wail.Â
heaviness slowly fell on your eyelids and you became numb, lolling your head to the side for comfort as a sudden relief on your hands and body washed over you. pain throbbed in silence, soft whimpers like yours, and it would become your lullaby as you mindlessly watchedâhalf-liddedâa shadow in pursuit of vengeance. it was a recognizable thrill upon memorizing the swing of his arms, the dance of his feet as it dodged, flipping and twirling, until it was victorious.
you expected a warrior, running to you with triumph, present to reclaim its prize. but instead, you were met with panic, heavy anxiety as you were lifted off the ground and immediately cradled into a pair of familiar strong arms.Â
âyouâre okay,â dick was disturbed, anxious in every motion of his hand, but he mustered the courage to gather you close, sprinting far from your death bed. you could only respond in hums, weakly curling into the warmth you longed for as the breeze cooled your injuries.
âyouâre going to be okay.â
nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works.
#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson x male reader#dick grayson angst#dick grayson imagine#dick grayson fix#nou.fics
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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 5 all chapters
-You take him home, and you can't help but stare in awe as you go through the gate. The Wick residence is quite the cabin-style manse, a behemoth in dark painted wood and stone and massive mirrored windows.
âDo you...want to come in?â he offers as you park in the circle drive. âDog would love to see you.âÂ
You look at him, not sure if that is code for he would like you to spend more time with him. Itâs so hard to read this man. It doesn't seem like he's hitting on you though. JustâŠbeing nice? You know he must be lonely, and you truly have nothing better to do.Â
âOk. I can stay for a little while.â
The mudroom leads into the kitchen, which is dark cabinets and black marble countertops. Dog trots up to you immediately upon entrance, snoofing your outreached hands and leaning heavily on your legs. âHi sweetie,â you say, scratching his side.
âHow about a snack?â John offers, opening the refrigerator. âIâm always hungry after a hike.â
âOkay.âÂ
âWant some coffee? Tea?â
âI can make it, if you show me where your stuff is.â
âNo, itâs your day off. Let me take care of you. You always take care of me.â
You're a little dumbfounded, standing in this manâs kitchen who by his own admission, you barely know. Never once have you been invited by any of the wealthy visitors from the coffee shop into their homes. Why would you be?
You aware again of how he towers over you. It makes your very bones weak, when he looks down at you with those shining dark eyes. He does not look away from you, holding your gaze. You don't know why, but you feel a little like a butterfly caught in a spiderâs web.Â
âHave a seat,â he directs, nodding towards a leather-upholstered stool at the island.
 âOk...â
You are not used to being taken care of. Youâve been on your own for so long.
You feel a little out of place, and cautiously slide up onto the stool, looking around. Itâs an open plan, you can see into the recessed living room with its cavernous ceiling. The house is painted in dark shades, masculine, but very stylish. It's classy but comfortable, with large windows to let in the light and the natural beauty from outside.
Then you watch with more than a little fascination as John sets up a kettle and a French press, then starts putting together a little charcuterie spread on a wooden board. His hands are poetry in motion, and like when heâd helped you with your burn, you cannot look away. He slices artisan sausage and cheese, expensive locally crafted treats from the grocer you can never afford on your ramen budget. They look delicious. Â
You feel like quite the honored guest. The kitchen fills with the heavenly scent of coffee as he pours the hot water into the carafe, and you relax slightly.
âYou didnât have to do all this for me, Mr. Wick,â you say as the selection on the charcuterie board expands to sliced apple and herby crackers, still a bit mortified.
 âCall me John,â he insists, looking at you through his hair. Your heart does an extra hard tha-thump in your chest. âAnd itâs my pleasure, really.â
With sundries in tow you go to the living room, where there are soft leather couches and a rustic walnut wood coffee table. He turns on the gas fireplace, lending the room a warm glow. You notice there are bookshelves flanking the fireplace that rise almost to the ceiling, completely full. This place is incredibly cozy, and as you settle into the cushion you regret already that youâll have to leave.
Dog clambers up on the couch with you, practically climbing into your lap. You laugh, hugging the affectionate canine as he licks your face, but John gives him a funny look.Â
âIs he not allowed on the couch?â you ask, feeling sheepish.Â
âNot usually, but I'll let it slide.â He says it with a slight smile, looking at the animal bemusedly. âIt's not often we have company.âÂ
Dog offers a canine smile, undoubtedly well aware that he is getting away with something this special day.
You take a sip of your coffee, and sigh. This is the good stuff. âGod. You make better coffee than I do. Why do you even bother to come into the shop when you could just stay here all day?â You could just sit and read in this room for hours, you reckon. Look out the window. Watch the fire, and forget the outside world even exists.
âThe shop has its perks,â he says quietly, looking at you out the corner of his eye. As usual, you're not sure if he's talking in double speak. In the end you decide itâs all in your head, and you relax a little more.
After snacking on tasty tidbits and sipping a bit more brew, you look around more. A wrought iron staircase leads up to a landing. You can tell the house sprawls a long way further back than just what you can see. Before you can stop yourself you blurt out, âDo you really live here all alone?â
Youâve never noticed a wedding ring, but then, heâs missingthe appropriate finger.
âYes.â He looks off into the fire. âI was married once, but she passed away.â
Shit. You and your big fucking mouth.
âOh. I'm so sorry.â
âThanks. It seems like it was a lifetime ago now.â He frowns, clearly still deeply pained about it, and you feel so terrible for bringing it up. But sometimes once the scab is open, it's best to remember something good.
âWhat was her name?â
âHelen.â
âHow pretty.â
âYes. She was...a lovely woman.â
âWhat was she like?â
He smiles then. It's slight, and completely to himself. But you feel some validation in your train of inquiry. âShe was smart, and funny, and she lit up any room she walked into.â
His total opposite, it sounded like. Thereâs a reason opposites attract, to make a whole.Â
He sighs, a forlorn sound that squeezes your heart. âAnd, I loved her with all my heart.âÂ
âWhat a lucky woman,â you say before you can stop yourself.Â
You absolutely feel the weight of the sidelong look he pays you this time.
âWe had some luck, before she was diagnosed. But when you love someone like that...eternity wouldn't be long enough.â
You're not sure why there are tears in your eyes for someone you never met.Â
âI wouldn't know,â you admit.Â
No one has ever loved you so much.Â
âYou're young yet. You will, someday.â You can still feel him looking at you, out the corner of your eye. His gaze has such weight to it, a heady, heavy thing that is like a hand on your skin.Â
âIâm not sure I want to,â you admit frankly. âIt soundsâŠterrifying.â
âIt is,â he agrees. âBut when it hits you...you don't really get a choice.âÂ
Before you can think of an answer to that, somewhere in the house a phone rings. With a little frown John gets up to answer it. âMake yourself at home,â he tells you. It sounds a bit like an order. Â
You take an impossibly soft blanket and drape it over you and dog, snuggling up in the cozy warmth. You donât really mean to fall asleep, but you close your eyes, and you ae done for.
You dream that someone is gently touching your face, tracing the curve of your cheek ever so lightly.
You only wake up when there's a small noise, and you find John cleaning up what's left of the charcuterie board.Â
âSorry,â he whispers, glaring down at the cheese knife that dared roll off onto the table.Â
That he would apologize to you, when you're the one who fell asleep in his house, is pretty absurd.
You sit up a little. The weight of dog has made one of your legs go numb.Â
âI'm sorry,â you counter. You are mortified as you wonder if you were snoring. Waking up early for your shift at the coffee house tires you out so badly. It can be hard to have a real life, when you wake up at four in the morning. âI didn't mean to doze. It's so warm and comfortable here.â
He frowns again, but you donât realize itâs because heâs wondering if you are warm and comfortable in your own tiny apartment. He holds up a hand when he sees you struggling to get free of the blanket.Â
âIt's alright. Stay as long as you like.âÂ
He takes what little is left of the sundries back into the kitchen.Â
You manage to get up, and stretch, reawakening your limbs. You join him in the kitchen. The sun is hanging low in the sky. It will be dark soon. You have sooo overstayed your welcome, or so you think.
âYou might as well stay for dinner now,â John says. As usual, you can't really tell if he's joking.Â
Heâs not, in fact, but he is being careful about how he handles this delicate thing between you. Seeing you snoozing contentedly on his couch with his dog moved him to his toes, and the notion of keeping you there with him is becoming harder and harder to resist.
It would be so easy, he thinks, just to keep you.
Fat snowflakes have started to fall outside.Â
âI think I've imposed on you enough for one day. Thank you, this was nice.âÂ
He looks out at the snow, which is falling even more heavily now.Â
âSure you want to go out in this?âÂ
âRight now? Yes. In two hours, probably not.âÂ
He nods at that, seeming to think on something. âWill you...text me that you've gotten home safe?â
You are finding out that this outwardly stone-faced man has a protective steak that is totally endearing. You never would have guessed from his prickly exterior.Â
âSure. What's your number?â
He tells you, and you punch it into your phone. âAlright. See you later, Mr. Wick.âÂ
He doesn't correct you, and is it just you, or do his pupils dilate when you call him that?Â
Hard to tell, with eyes so dark as his.
There is a pregnant moment between you, in which you wonder if you should offer him a hug, or if that would totally ruin the balance of your companionship. You briefly wonder what he would do if you stood on tiptoe, steadied yourself with a hand on that muscular chest, and kissed him on the cheek, before you decide you need to go.
Later you text him a funny string of emojis involving a house, snowflakes, the wide-eyed smiley, and a penguin, imagining how they would make him scrunch up his brow.Â
Does this mean you're home safe?Â
Yes, Mr. Wick.
Glad to hear it. Good night, y/n.
#john wick#john wick x you#john wick x reader#john wick x y/n#keanu reeves#john wick fic#keanu reeves x reader#yandere john wick#bittersweet john wick imagine#i just feel like dark academia cabin in the woods would be johns jam đ
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So remember in the episode âThe first Ringâ from season 3 where Mei and Redson bump into each other and share a vision of Mei getting the samadhi fire? Okay, well something's been bugging me. (Here's the full image btw. )
First off please appreciate how beautiful the artwork is because damn. Second, what does it mean? While the different color fires could be an homage to how the Samadhi Fire was first created, we would need to see the 5 elements, not the 3 fireballs we see in the photo. (pg. 575)
Therefore, I'm going to assume this is more foreshadowing, since the LMK team is amazing at planting seeds that will only grow within future seasons. (ex. Macaque's relationship with Wukong, the lady bone demon, Mk's nature, etc etc.)
So... I'm going to dissect the hell out of this frame.
The main focus is someone in the center taking in the power of the 3 fireballs. Their form isn't clearly defined, but we can tell it's most likely someone with the standard Lego build: Mk, Mei, Redson, PIF, Tang, etc. I always assumed this was Mei, but I feel like if it was they would have shown it. The next frame shows us Mei with the fire (and once again look at the artwork's beauty.) I have more thoughts on this, but I'll circle back.
Next up we have the balls of fire. I saw somewhere that these might represent the traffic light trio. Although Redson has mostly been sidelined, I like the sound of that theory, so I am going to piggy back off of it.
Mei would obviously be the green color, MK seems to be the yellow fireball, but then that leaves a blue flame. Yet, not one of the traffic light trio has their signature color as blue. The only character that comes to mind is Sandy/ Mo, but he doesn't have the standard Lego build.
Of course, this can be Redson, since the original samadhi fire was blue. However, at no point do I remember that Redson has had any teal/ blue markings. In her flashback, Redson is shown with dark red and black, the same as Mei when she eventually gains the fire.
Unless...
Maybe they character isnât teal yet..
Ring a bell????
That's right, the blue/teal might actually end up being Mk. Thus, giving each character a flame. (Redson = Red/yellow, Mei = Green, and Mk = Teal)
Doing some color drops, you can see that these colors are very similar, but they aren't exactly the same. That being said, theyâre close enough that it raises alarm bells in my mind.
Now, circling back to the main image and the person at its center. I think we might see Mk gain the Samadhi fire next. In the image, there is a red background, green under the person's feet, and blue fire emerging from the person's back.
Personally, I think it might be the framing of a timeline using background, middle ground, and foreground. The red background would be Redson, the person who (in this universe) was born with the fire and created it as a whole. Next up would be Mei, who gains the fire in season 3, but seems to lose it at the end of the fight with the lady bone demon. So, that only leaves the future...
A future that I am personally hoping for...
Edit: I fixed some grammatical errors. Sorry yâall, dyslexia never rests.
#lego monkie kid#lmk#my art#monkie kid#speck rambles#lmk mk#long post#lmk theory#lego monkie kid theory#lmk redson#lmk mei#Of course.. I honest doubt this is the case because redson is sidelined so often#Unless Redson becomes weirdly more in the season 5 plot.. this is simply just a theory#A GAME THE-#not me adding to Mkâs trauma.#also this would make Mk ridiculously op. but shhhh shhhh#lmk analysis
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Breakdowns in Study Town - Nerd!Miguel
Description: After a long study session, your emotions get the best of you.
Shout out to @cannolithedarkpoet for the idea!!!
âI canât do it; Iâm going to fail.â You say, slumping down onto the table, burying your head in your arms, the hum of the air conditioner adding to your sensory overload. Your head hurts, your hand hurts, your stomach hurts, everything hurts, and you just want to cry.
âHey, hey, no youâre not, youâve almost finished it, just a few more problems to go.â Miguel says, sliding your notebook from under you. âWhy donât you tell me what youâre having trouble with, and Iâll see if I can explain it.â
âEverything. Iâm having trouble with everything; I hate this stupid class.â You say, lifting your head slightly to look at him.
He smiles and adjusts his glasses before clicking his pen and beginning to circle several problems on the page in front of him. âWhy donât we break it into sections, then?â
You roll your head to the side, your brain hurts, and the florescent lights are making your eyes water. âWhy donât I just jump off the roof instead, that seems easier.â
âY/N.â Miguel sighs, running a hand through his hair.
You bite your lip, fatigue pulling at your bones, hunger gnawing at your stomach. Youâve been at this for hours and you still canât crack it. You just want to go back to your apartment and lay face down on the floor until you feel better. âI canât do it, this is just not my thing, Iâm going to fail, Iâve accepted it.â
âLook, itâs easy, you just need to give it another try.â Miguel urges, the words coming out too fast, too insistent, and they sound harsh, as if heâs annoyed with you and you start to spiral.
Heâs annoyed with you, youâre annoying him, because youâre annoying. Stupid and annoying, and honestly, probably not even that pretty so you canât even coast on your looks because who wants an ugly, annoying, stupid girlfriend? Which is probably why you donât have a boyfriend, why Miguel would never date you. Stupid, stupid y/n, why did you even think you could do this? Why would you drag him all the way out here when you know youâre not smart enough? And now youâve wasted so much of his time, and heâs realizing youâre not the fun, pretty sorority girl who just needs a little help. Just a little, enough to be cute and make him feel like a man, but not enough that it burdens him, but now youâre dead weight, an annoyance.
You sit up and start to gather your things, hands shaking as you blink back tears. âSorry, IâI gotta go, Iâm so sorry, I wasted like four hours of your life, Iâm just going to study at home andââ
Miguelâs hands catch yours, gently forcing them to still. âY/N, itâs okay.â
A sob works its way up your throat, escaping past the prison of your tightly pressed lips. âIâm sorryâŠâ
âNo, no, hey, hey, why are you apologizing?â His hands are gentle, heâs always so gentle, as he turns you to face him.
âI justâIââ You canât even get the words out.
He turns your hands in his, rubbing circles into your palms, then the inside of your wrists. âDonât cry, y/n, itâll be okay, so what if you donât do well on this test, the professor said he drops a major test grade at the end of the semester anyways.â
You hang your head, full on sobbing now, unable to hold it in. âThatâs not itâitâs, you, you think Iâm annoying, and stupid, and Iâm not even pretty, and Iâm never going to understand anything in this stupid class, so youâre just wasting your time with me.â
âWhat? Y/N, dulzura, no, no, youâre not annoying, I donât think that, Iâve never thought that.â Miguel rushes to say, his hands hovering above your shoulders, unsure of whether or not to touch you.
âBut Iâm stupid, and Iâm like average pretty, and I keep making you stay late in the library to help me study andââ
Miguel does something that surprises you. He laughs.
The sound startles you, makes your eyes flicker up to his face, vision blurred with tears as another sob wrenches itself from your chest. âAnd now youâre laughing at me.â
He cups your face with both hands, fingers spreading out, in your hair, resting on the sides of your neck, his pinkies smoothing over the skin of your pulse point. âYouâre funny, you know that?â
You stare at him, confused and miserable.
âY/N, youâre not stupid, not annoying, not ugly, and youâre not wasting my time.â He says soothingly, his voice low, his hands warm against your skin. âYouâre so smart, remember when you won that trivia contest for your sorority? You beat every other team, by yourself. And youâre not annoying, youâre never annoying, I wouldnât be here if you were.â
You nod weakly, your sobs turning into sniffles, a deranged thought taking hold. âDo you think Iâm pretty?â
Miguelâs face tints red and his eyes drop to the floor. âY/N come on; everyone thinks youâre pretty.â
âBut do you?â You ask quietly, your fingers finding purchase in his faded blue sweatshirt.
His eyes meet yours, and theyâre stunning, flecked with gold and green, warm, and intent, staring straight into your soul but shying away right before you all but shove it into his hands. He leans into your touch, a subconscious movement that makes your heart flutter. âCreo que eres la chica mĂĄs hermosa que he visto en mi vida.â Trsl: I think youâre the most beautiful girl Iâve ever seen.
Your voice is barely above a whisper, afraid to ruin the moment, to shatter whatever lays between the two of you right now. âI donât speak Spanish, Miguel, you know this.â
âYes, dulzura, I think youâre pretty.â He admits, using his thumbs to wipe away the last of your mascara tainted tears.
âI think youâre pretty, too.â You say, biting back a smile when he short-circuits, his eyes darting around the room.
âThank youâŠâ He stutters out, leaning back suddenly, as if heâs just now realized how close together the two of you are.
Your stomach growls, the sound echoing in the small room.
âDo you want to get food?â You ask, pulling out a compact mirror from your backpack and trying to rid yourself of the remaining mascara stains.
âSure, I could eat.â He says, his body is turned from you, but you can feel his eyes lingering.
TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer
#meg's writing#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel ohara x reader#miguel o'hara x you#college!miguel#college!reader#nerd!miguel#nerd miguel#nerd!miguel o'hara#sorority!reader#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel ohara x you#miguel ohara x y/n
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